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Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
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10:43 pm
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Just so the world knows, I really don't care for my life right now. But with God's grace, that will change.
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| Saturday, January 15th, 2005
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11:32 am - i'm getting into you
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It's funny how dependent people are on electronics. Like right now how I'm dying because lj isn't working and that's the journal people read and I have things to write for those people to read...the whole online journal thing is funny. Yeah it's a way to vent...but it's also a way to reach people and say things to get them to think...meh. wierd.
I'm done with all of my orientation stuff for the ymca, that makes me happy. I am going to try to go at least three days a week, hopefully more. I want to go everyday...we'll see how that works out. What I want to do is everyday start with a fifteen minute warm up on the treadmill, then go into fifteen minutes on the ellipticals, and then go into strength training. After that, fifteen minute treadmill to cool down. Monday, Wednesday, Friday will be upper body, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday will be lower body. I'll go after school everyday, aside from Monday and Wednesday because of drama, that won't be until five or so. Saturday I'll go in for eight in the morning...It'll get screwed up once drama is more intense, but that's okay, after drama is done I can focus on my work out stuff. I'd like to lose at least ten pounds before my schedule gets screwed up. Heh. There's always the possibility of getting up waaaay early in the morning before school, then showering there, and going to school from the gym....maybe.
I need to do housework to earn all of the money I've borrowed from my parents this week. At twelve I'll start with the dishes, then work on the bathroom, vacuum, and then clean my room. I think I might try to wash the basement floor in the family room portion down there...
I really want to paint my nails. That can come after housework. Maybe tomorrow because I won't have the car I'll get caught up on all of my RAD assignments. Then I'll have Monday to hang out with people. That would be nice. I also need to talk to Mom about getting my costume together for drama. Oi. So much work.
LJ needs to get up and running so I can post some song lyrics I found.
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| Friday, December 31st, 2004
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4:54 pm - so this is the end of 2004
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So right now I am a little annoyed, because I cannot contact Gabe. I do not know if she is still doing her little soiree tonight because according to her lj, she has an infection. So uhh...yeah...I don't think she'd be wanting to have people over and what not when she is not feeling her best and brightest...also, I do not know if she is havingf people sleep over or what not, and yeah...I'm not driving late tonight.
Alex told me to get to his house at 8:30...I think I'll stay for an hour, then go to Gabe's house. But if there is no Gabe's house...I do not know what I am doing. Because I am not driving home from Longmeadow with all the crazy drunks on the road. Besides, after twelve it is illegal for me to drive. I'd call Travis and Kim, my cousin and her husband who live in Longmeadow, but I want to hear from Gabe first. Also, I do not know their number, and my parents are not home.
Argh.
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| Tuesday, December 28th, 2004
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6:20 pm
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Driving down the backroads of Palmer, Rock Steady in the CD player, I clutch the cold steering wheel as I shiver in my pink pea coat, my pink striped scarf wrapped around my neck to keep in the warmth. As Gwen Stefani sings I can feel a part of myself connecting with the music that fills the car. The cold winter darkness envelopes me as I make my way home.
Next track, "Running," I feel my heart freeze with the computerized opening and the first words.
Run
Running all the time
Running to the future
With you right by my side
I've found the song that describes it all.
Me
I'm the one you chose
Out of all the people
You wanted me the most
I'm so sorry that I've fallen
Help me up lets keep on running
Don't let me fall out of love
Tears start falling from my eyes.
Running, running
As fast as we can
Do you think we'll make it?
(Do you think we'll make it?)
We're running
Keep holding my hand
It's so we don't get separated
Will we make it?
Be
Be the one I need
Be the one I trust most
Don't stop inspiring me
Sometimes it's hard to keep on running
We work so much to keep it going
Don't make me want to give up
Maybe I'm asking for too much.
Running, running
As fast as we can
I really hope you make it
(Do you think we'll make it?)
We're running
Keep holding my hand
It's so we don't get separated
Running
As fast as we can
I really hope we'll make it
(Do you think we'll make it?)
We're running
Keep holding my hand
It's so we don't get separated
I hit repeat as I start on the worst road out of them all, tears falling as the soundtrack to my life takes center stage.
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| Monday, December 27th, 2004
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3:47 pm - MWUAH
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Kissy Kissy
I have kissed someone...
on the cheek.
on the lips.
on their hands or fingers.
in my room.
in their room.
of the same sex.
of the opposite sex.
younger than me.
older than me.
with jet black hair.
with curly hair.
with blonde hair & blue eyes. I wish.
with flaming red hair. Sounds intriguing.
with straight hair.
smaller/shorter than me.
bigger/taller than me.
with a lip ring.
who was drunk.
who was high. Probably.
who I had just met.
who is homosexual. Bisexual...
I didn't really want to kiss.
on a holiday. I want to get kissed on New Years's Eve
was going out with someone else.
who was going out with someone close to me.
who was my good friend's brother or sister.
who had been/is in jail.
in a graveyard. Interesting...
at a show/concert.
at the beach.
in a pool, jacuzzi, or some type of water.
who was legally too young/old for me to have sex with.
with dyed hair.
with a shaved head.
who was/is my good friend.
who was/is in a band.
who has tattoos.
who is of a completely different race than me.
in another continent besides where I was born.
with an accent.
with an std.
on a boat.
in a car/taxi/bus.
on a plane.
at the circus/carnival.
with a missing body part.
in the movies. Many times.
eskimo style. It's all I get anymore.
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| Saturday, December 25th, 2004
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6:52 pm - streaks of blue
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Dance Dance Revolution is seriously like the best work out ever. And it's a video game, ha ha ha ha. Arcades can also be gyms now, ha ha ha. Right now I'm replenishing my water source because I sweat sooooooooo much and I don't think I drank enough today, major exercise + not enough drinking + too much salt and sugar = needing water.
Now I'm all pumped up with endorphins, rock on. I'm happy though, because now I don't think I'm really going to gain weight over break. Yeah, I have all that holiday eating, but a good 45 minutes+ of DDR, and I am set for the calories. Hopefully I'll lose some weight over vacation.
I don't know if I want to go back to South Beach after Christmas. I think I might try to minimize bad carbs as much as possible, pretty much doing eggs for breaky, salad for lunch, and whatever for dinner, and working on bringing my water consumption back up. I think just being more careful with what I eat, and playing DDR and getting some other exercise in, I'll be in decent shape in a couple months. Thirty pounds. That's what I want to lose. I don't look bad right now, at least not to other people. But I want to get rid of my tummy, maybe just have a smidge of pudge because a little tummy is not bad. This is all for me. I want to be happier with me, I want to love me, and I want to feel all sexy and whatnot.
I'm happy I have vacation to catch up with old friends. I'll see Jes soon, Gabe, Mary, and get some quality time with the Candace. For so long I only saw Chris and some of Cynara. I need more people in my life.
I think I am going to go watch Mulan now.
current mood:  chipper
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| Monday, December 20th, 2004
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10:38 am - suffocating shards of glass
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I never thought I'd have someone tell me they love me while I stand outside in the back parking lot of a pub in Chicopee, minutes away from my grandparent's house that isn't their house anymore because they are no longer of this world. I never thought in a million years I would find someone I love this much. If you had told me two years ago that I would fall in love with a boy that didn't believe in kissing until marriage I probably would have told you that you were insane.
If you had told me I would have had a night with a scene that felt like I was watching some bad teenage movie, I wouldn't have been surprised. If you had told me after pushing away the boyfriend that I am on a break with when he tried to hig me, and then practically running out of the pub, my dramatic side would not be the least surprised. If you had told me Candace would come running outside telling me to wait, while the snow was falling, again, this scene straight from a movie wouldn't surprise me. If you had told me that my boyfriend on break would come outside to talk to me after Candace told him to, I wouldn't have been surprised. Snow falling in our hair, freezing while standing beside my running car, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to work it out...talking about God's intentions and then when he told me to drive safe, I told him if I hit a telephone pole, it was the way God intended it to be. Driving through Chicopee with a river of salt flowing from my eyes, I prayed. And prayed. And prayed.
I don't want anyone else. I want him just to hold me and for everything to be okay. But not to kiss? I don't get it. I don't see a point. You need that affection, you need that level of intimacy, you need that to make it love. Otherwise it's just a glorified friendship.
I'm broken.
Snow white purity dusts the landscape. How ironic.
current mood:  cynical
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| Sunday, December 19th, 2004
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8:48 am
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I never write in this thing anymore. I've finally gotten a life beyond journal writing. Well, I update m lj often, but only one. I don't use the portentous tears anymore, just h20_color_rose. Why am I using this one? Because no one reads it. And I need something no reads.
Chris and I are taking a break. RIght now I feel like I am going to be sick to my stomach. It's what we need right now, but flat out, it sucks hardcore. I love him. I care for hom more than I thought I could care for a guy. But he doesn't know if he loves me. He cares about me a lot, but he can't say that he loves me. He puts the band before me in importance, and I've sacrificed so much for him. It's taken a lot out of me. I need something from him.
Then there is the kissing issue. He made a vow not to kiss until marriage. Crazy. I need affection to know I am loved. Cared about. Not kissing him for several years? Oi. I can't deal with that. It would just drive me insane in the end. It's come to the point where it frustrates me so much and just is driving me off the wall.
I don't like this. I don't want to be on a break. But it's what we need. We both just need to sort things out on our own.
It better snow tonight. I so don't want to go to school tomorrow.
current mood:  crushed
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| Monday, June 21st, 2004
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6:00 pm - summer has officially begun
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wow, it's been awhile since I've written in this journal, i use livejournal a lot now. So now it really feels like summer because girl scout camp has started. Woot! Today went by without being too hectic, and I'm with Casper, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! And our group isn't difficult, woot for juniors who can amuse themselves. The badge work for them is easy too, so good times.
Dude, it feels like I didn't leave camp last summer, ha ha ha. Its such a familiar place to me now, I'm sad we don't have Dean. Oh well, I have this week and next at Spec, and one more week in August. Good times.
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| Sunday, May 23rd, 2004
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10:08 pm - meow
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I have a lot on my mind, not bad stuff, but I need to write it down and sort it all out. I'm writing on my client, lj isn't working, so hello blurty client. Hee hee. I don't know where to begin.
Chris. We're dating now and it's really nice. I care about him so much. For the first time I can really say I am best friends with my boyfriend. Jeff and I were close, but he was...how should we say...horny. I love the kid to death, but we didn't click that way. And as for Adam...we didn't know each other well.
Chris and I were friends for a long time. So having that friendship stage really built us a strong foundation for this relationship. I love the fact we are so open with each other and can talk about anything. We both have some things we need to work on. Together things. Waiting wasn't going to help them. Like today he talked to me about past relationship stuff. Yeah, it bothers me Avery might be at the Ashford show. He talked to me about liking her before for crying out loud. I listened to him after she left him hanging.
I'm dating him now. It's just the wierdosity factor I guess. And paranoia a bit too. That's natural though, right? I've been better about my insecurities, but sometimes I wonder why he wants to be with me. And there's his whole commitment about not kissing a girl until marriage. Totally new and strange for me. But I'm talking to Lauren now and sorting things out. While I am with him, this is my commitment too. Which is something I need to pray about a lot. 1-800-Jesus. The line is always open.
Humor aside. I dunno. God does though. So I just need to turn to Him. Today talking to Chris, I really want to develop a stronger relationship with Christ. He's my number one love. I need God. I want to be holy and pure, I want to be filled with the holy spirit.
When some people think about love
they see hearts and flowers
little cherubs with a magic bow and arrow
when i think of true love
I see a cross on a lonely mountain
and open nail pierced hands
beckoning me forth
God is love
but love isn't God
Idolatry at it's worst
Know what love truly is
Guard your heart
Keep it safe for your true love
In His saving blood he offers the deepest love
Don't let the greatest love story pass you by
That was lame. I had better thoughts earlier on it. I'll rewrite it when I'm not tired. I'm out. Time for Jesus.
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| Saturday, May 22nd, 2004
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10:09 pm - curry, texas, and boobs, the story of my weekend
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Don't ask, it's moi and Cynara stuff. Friday night she went with me to Pearl Street to the guys' show, and we hung around NoHo. Amusing conversation ensued when it was just us two girlies at home. Watching, Pirates of course. Ha ha. Oooooh Johnny Depp. Ha ha ha.
So yeah, for those that only read this journal, the object of my affections finally asked me out. Good times. We had a lot of fun in NoHo on Friday with our friiiieeends. Walking around and whatnot. Woot.
Im out.
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| Friday, May 14th, 2004
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7:13 pm - ho hum
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I really want this self improvement plan to last. Lord knows I was always end up bugging off on things. But I did do some room cleaning today, I took care of putting away a ton of clothes, in my drawers and closet. Now just to clean up the rest of my junk. Maybe tomorrow.
I also did some exercises, just some stuff with my weights and then later I'm gonna go downstairs and do my work out. Hee hee, I love my exercise ball, it is the coolest thing in the world. So I've got some ideas on a work out routine. Still figuring some things out. Obviously I need to alternate, so I don't get too used to anything. I'm thinking one day doing the exercise ball routine, and my upper body stuff with my weights. The other day I'll do the aerobic routine and walk for at least thirty minutes, if not more. More walking will probably come into play, because now it's warm out and I love walking. Which is good, the more exercise the better. I'm really excited and I am sticking with things this time around.
I have an idea of how much weight I want to lose, and well, yeah, not telling, it's a personal thing. I'll prolly tell Candace because we might do some workout buddy stuff in the summer, but that's it. Other people won't understand. It's not for anyone, it's for me. I need to feel better about myself, this is what I need to do. Besides, when I stopped being stupid about stuff I became a little too careless and put on some extra weight. Not cool. So I need to drop that. The healthy way. Then get back to what I was. (The healthy way.) Then loose what I need to be happy. See, I have it borken down in parts. Get back to my normal weight, then get down to what I was early last April, then get down to what I want. Breaking it into parts makes it more obtainable. Of course, all of this is going to take awhile, but I'm thinking by the end of the summer I'll be a good way there, if not all the way. We'll see.
I feel really good about this, but this may be some of the endorphins speaking, ha ha. I'm just working on little things about my appearance that I need to take care of to be happy. I'm on my way to getting contacts. Getting my hair thermally reconditioned will happen soon, and it will be wicked straight all the time, yaaaaaay. Those two alone will make me really happy. And if I get my weight down, woot good times. Brand new even more beautiful Steffi just in time for senior year. But I also want to look good for senior pictures. I need to look into that and schedule my session and figure out a reasonable amount of weight to lose by then.
And throughout all of this, I'm going to work on spending more devotion time, this summer I want to get through some books of the bible. Well, some more books. I'm maybe halfway there. I've read a good chunk of the new testament, and prolly a little under half of the old. I need to work on taking more stuff in though. I'm thinking more journaling as I go through. I only journal the devotionals in my youth bible, and that's pretty much centered on one verse each day. But it also gets me to focus and think about different parts of my Christian walk. Jesus is awesome.
Another thing I want to do this summer that Candace and I talked about is making clothes. Start off with basic stuff, then work my way up. I have some crazy bell bottom patterns from my mom, I think I'll start with those and some skirts. Make some crazy raver style pants, I'm thinking in pink and some other colors, a denim pair, and maybe a pair or two in crazy little kid print. Definately using kiddie print and some crazy stuff for the skirts.
After awhile I really want to get into making dresses. Some vintage style ones that go a bit past the knee and flare out, halter style and a few others for the top. I really want to make one out of an oriental print. And I want my pink with white polka dot dress. I also want to make some vintage dresses in kiddie print. Ha ha. I really want to create my own unique style, I'm really bored with some of my stuff, as crazy as that may sound to some friends. I also want to make some long, flowy, hippie skirts. Mom has a cool patchwork pattern I want to use. I might make a bunch of those, ha ha, a patchwork skirt of insane kiddie print. That would be cool. I also want to make a few medieval, gothic dresses. I bought the halloween pattern ages ago on sale. I want a white one, a black and pink one, and one with a pretty pattern, very simple.
Come this fall, I'm definately going to be a unique child. I'd love to get an online business going after awhile. Make a few original creations, blending modern, futuristic, and vintage. Good times. I'm going to look part vintage, part hippie, part punk, and part crazy insane freak. But I love it and have some awesome ideas. Crazy pants and skirts come first. Then the dresses. I've really become a big dress and skirt person. I just need to get some stuff of a decent length. What I really need to do is drop some weight so some of the stuff I have fits better. But I'm feeling good about this right now. Of course, I am not sure where I am going to keep all of this clothes, ha ha.
I think I'm going to see about applying at Ocean State or Walmart. Maybe a store at the Eastfield Mall. And I might stay home for most of the summer to work and not go on vacation with my parents. I hate to think of that, but I really need to start pulling my own weight. And I'm already going to be gone for the missions trip, I can't miss much more time if I'm going to get a job.
This summer is going to be really good. School is almost over with, finals are coming up in a few weeks, I'm going to be a major stress ball that week. I'm only worried about analysis, chemistry, and history. But right now grade wise I'm doing good in chemistry and history. Analysis I'm doing horrible, and I need to start paying more attention and actually working.
Homework this weekend-movie poster and rehearsing lines for English, essay for history, analysis...oooh, working on chemistry paper. I think tonight I'll take care of English. Maybe analysis too. It won't be too bad. I need to get some ideas in order for the poster.
Praise God for the peace of mind, the motivation, and organization He has given me. I am forever in awe and in constant thanks.
current mood:  cheerful
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| Thursday, May 13th, 2004
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2:17 pm - i'm alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic...
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I've been way too depressed lately and all whiny and today I realized I needed to kick myself in the behind and get over it. Life is good, I have awesome friends and Jesus rocks my socks. Plain and simple. Now to get myself in order so I can be happier.
I've realized that when I feel my life is disorganized, I get unhappy. This isn't just physically, but mentally I can get to be a big mess, and I've been all over the place. But Jesus help me put that stuff in order. Now for the physical stuff.
1. Back on the exercise routine. I just feel better when I'm working out.
2. Clean my room, organize clothes, get ready to move stuff out. I've been planning on redecorating forever, now I have time and need to get to work on that.
3. I need to get back on track with devotions, none of this sporadic crap that's been causing me to slide around these past few months. Jesus is more important than anyone, anything else.
SO right now, I am going to write my newspaper articles, then get my laundry downstairs, take a shower and straighten my hair, and yeah. Life is good. Praise God.
current mood: cheerful
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| Wednesday, May 12th, 2004
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4:37 pm - close your eyes and let the Truth guide you
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I've been really irritable lately. And I've been sleeping a lot. I did that when I was depressed, but I'm not. Wierd. Okay, so I'm a little emotionally stretched, but whatev. I dunno. I think Chris called me earlier when I was sleeping. Meh. Why am I so tired as of late? Mum thinks its a protein or iron deficiency...I'm not sure what it is. I just know I am tired. Heh.
Today after school we did some marching, but I forgot my lyer and it was so hot, and I ended up feeling icky and sweaty and bleeeeeh. We really need to work on marching skills. Aaaaay. Today really sucked, maching-wise.
Dad is attempting to show me how to record. He's shown me before, and honestly, I really don't care. I've been impatient with him lately. Pray for me. I need to make more of an effort to love him and be patient with him. He's not a bad person, I just never give him a chance.
UNlisted yesterday was okay, Alex invited me to graduation party, where I will know no one. Hmmm....sounds wicked fun. Meh.
Why have I been melancholy and icky lately? ANd to all reading this, I apologize for this entry.
Perk up little Princess.
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| Monday, May 10th, 2004
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7:22 pm - throw a spark and let the fire grow don't douse it with water before it even starts
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I'm very melancholy tonight, and not to sound like every whiny journal owner, but I really need to talk to Chris and work some stuff out. It's just so confusing and complicated, more so than it needs to be. And did I mention hurtful? Whatever, he's at work right now, nothing I can do.
I'm talking to Sam right now, I've been talking to various people to get things out, it's helping, I just wish Candace was home right now, but whatever. I miss my wife, I love her dearly and it's been awhile since we've spent a lot of time together consistently.
Darkness swirls through my veins, clouds of black hang heavy in the air like lead weights, blocking my vision and opressing my soul. I stumble and fall, ripping my pure white dress to shreds, a line of crimson running down my cheek, scrapes covering my arms. Mud and murk fill my shoes, staining their purity, stones digging into the my feet through the delicate soles.
A haunting orchestral melody floats on the air on delicate wings, soothing my tortured ears and pulling my body towards the foreboding walls of stone in a trance like state, I feel like I'm flying and have no will at all, but the music is so sweet and alluring I can't help but obey.
I have no will of my own as a dark Prince with long black hair and jaded eyes grasps my hands with an icy tenderness that chills my boiling blood. Pulling me into a room with a large bed of deep cherry red wood and sheets of black silk and a draping canopy of gauze he places me in a dress of black velvet and rich red sleeves that cascade down my arms like bells, he pulls the strings of the corseted front tight, halting my breath for a few moments, but then I can breath with a constricted ease.
Pulling me out onto an empty ballroom floor the chillimg melody still plays and I fall deeper into the trance as he hands me a goblet of blood red wine and I fall to the floor in deep sleep.
I awake in my bed in a cold sweat, but my fingers clutch a black rose to my chest still gasping for air.
Wierd fiction. I'm in a writing mood tonight.
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| Saturday, April 24th, 2004
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11:38 am
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Here I am, wicked wiped after the expereince that was France. The live journal will eventually have all the details. I had forgotten Emily's confirmation party was today. Aaaay. I am not in the mood to go. I am tired and I still need to talk to Chris, but I need to shut up and stop being so selfish. Monday I get confirmed. I really, really do not want to.
Honor thy father and thy mother.
And so I shall.
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| Thursday, April 8th, 2004
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11:03 pm - where you there?
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Today was bad, but then Jesus and Chris made it all better. Then I went online and Timmy made me laugh. Woot.
Operation prom dress is going pretty good right now. Praise God, it isn't as scary as it was a few days ago.
God is awesome.
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| Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
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3:08 pm
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I AM: A follow of Christ, Princess Stefani Jean(e)
I WANT: to stop worring
I HAVE: numerous beautiful and wonderful blessings
I WISH: for some of my friends who haven't found Christ to believe
I HATE: nothing. I don't hate
I MISS: the innocent faith we have in childhood. God is good and God is everywhere. No questions need to be asked.
I FEAR: Marriage.
I HEAR: whispers from my father above
I SEARCH: for growth
I REGRET: shutting God out when I needed Him the most. But I am where I am today and He hath saved me.
I LOVE: Jesus Christ
I ACHE: in my bones, with all of my being, to be more like His son
I ALWAYS: am singing praise, dancing and seeing the beauty of Creation. I see the world through rose colored glasses.
I AM NOT: hideous. I am a beautiful creation made with love.
I DANCE: like a ska kid. I skank or I dance like a maniac, with no rhythm, no talent, I just move where my body takes me, not caring about the rest of the world that's watching me, I revel in the joy that radiates from my heart
I SING: like a little kid, or attempt to sound like a sultry singer from the days of old, or just plain horrible
I CRY: when I pray with true intensity, when I see the beauty of the Lord in my life, when I see the harsh reality of living in a fallen world, and when my heart aches for those I love.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: trusting. I need to get over my worries and cast out that evil idol.
I WRITE: in my journals nonstop, creating a melody as my fingers bang on the keys, letting the fever, passion, and fury fly from the tips of my fingers.
I WIN: a cookie
I LOSE: my marbles, makeup, television remotes, my patience with my father.
I CONFUSE: names. times. places. stuff.
I NEED: to emmerse myself in the love of my savior
I SHOULD: exercise right now so I can stop criticizing myself and so I can look pretty for prom and the banquet.
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2:54 pm - bonjour paris
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I leave for France in eight days. I still need to figure clothes out and pack. Aaaaaaaaay. First I have Holy Week and then I have France. Very cool. Jesus is awesome. I want it to be tomorrow so I can go to church.
Jesus Christ is the love of my life, my heart is His, He lives within me, flows through my veins, He's the air I breathe and His word is the bread I eat. I hunger and I thirst for Him, my soul cries out for Him.
I am madly in love with Christ. Truly madly deeply. God is love. Pure, untainted love. It is a beautiful, wondrous thing, a precious gift that I cherish more than this life itself.
I thirst
I hunger
I hear my soul cry out for you
I feel this deep want flowing through my veins
In You alone am I content.
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| Tuesday, April 6th, 2004
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5:07 pm - joyful, joyful we adore theeeeeeee
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Three day week. Woot. Braces are gone. I miss them. I am wierded out by the appearance of my teeth. Meh. Mother is happy though.
Life is beautiful I love Jesus and this holy weeeeeeeeeeeeek.
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