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Name: Dea 03
State: California
Birthday: 6/3/1985

Expertise: Songwriting, poetry, music & guitars, sketching, piercings, acting up, telling lies and getting away with it, masquerading, martyrdom, plotting revenge, living a melo-dramatic life...

Counting down the hours.
Time seems to run out
much faster than ever.
Holding on to every second
I will never again be able
to spend with you.
Fate never did work to my advantage.
It always went against my tide.
Depriving me of everything
I believe I deserve.
Here I am, back to zero.
Powered by hatred.
Scorned by love.
Hesitantly embracing the darkness
that has come.
And dreaming of better days
that never will.

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Member Since: 8/17/2003

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Sunday, October 30, 2005

Holy fuckin toledo...
I've never felt so sore in my life... but every bruise and scratch's well worth it. The Starting Line rocked. FOB rocked way fuckin harder. The kids in the pit were nuts and shook the place like down like the floor's about to give out. And I was in the middle of all the commotion... slamming into, hitting, grabbing guys like I'd want to make babies with them. Ah, just how I like it.

Ooh and I could have plucked a handful of Pete's hair when he started crowd surfing. I guess, I was not as close as I initially thought. Maybe next time... something to go well with the vile of Patrick's blood I keep hidden in my underwear drawer. Yeah, kidding.

One last thing, the new Nintendo Nano is fuckin crazy. If I ever sit on that thing, I know it would break instantly. Looks cool, though.

Check Panic! At The Disco out... those kids are too damn adorable!
Motion City Soundtrack... need I say more?

Okay.
I'm done.
Let me go grab a styro cup and commit suicide... Fall Out Boy style!

.:Dea:.

Mood: Exhausted

Music: CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO- Fall Out Boy

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Sunday, October 23, 2005

Visions of his face, his maniacal grin and piercing brown eyes are slowly resurfacing in my mind. There is a strong feeling of being devoured by pages of a diary buried along with what once was a body. A cold, lifeless body I have hesitantly escaped from. The body I have chosen to leave behind.

Once again, he has corrupted my dreams; my freshly reprogrammed mind and constantly feeding it with nothing but more questions and lies. Why? Have I not suffered enough?

Blue. I can distinctly remember the blueness of your eyes. Blue-colored contacts you wore to surprise me with that night. I love blue and you were aware of that.
I have loved you eversince.

So, have I not suffered enough?
Apparently not.

.:Dea:.

Mood: Aggravated
Music: SURPRISE, SURPRISE - The Starting Line

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Monday, August 22, 2005

Today, I happened to receive probably one of the most exciting, life-altering letters I will ever get in this lifetime. Basically, the person who wrote me back was asking me for a demo, something clean that he could gladly pass on to his boss who would later decide whether or not I should finally score a gig. I was psyched one minute, petrified the next. I guess it has not yet occurred to me that what my best friend had done could actually take me or at least push me closer to this moment. I, truthfully did not even think they would take me seriously so everything unfolded in quite a bizarre and eerie way. I am still psyched, silently. Well, is there even such a thing? Haha. This is just great; these sporadic dramatic pauses accompanied by creepy smirks cannot spell out anything else but joy, joy, joy! Now, the problem is where the fuck I should go to record a decent demo?

.:Dea:.

Mood: Psyched
Music: COLORFUL- Verve Pipe

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Friday, August 19, 2005

So, after much deliberation and thoughtful analysis, I arrived at this conclusion: I can expect nothing from him. He could not possibly give me shit. Forlorn of all hope, I will now be turning my back on him completely, putting an end to this teenage-fantasy. It is like I am dropping him cold turkey. Hah. Fun idea, huh? Everything went well as planned but at the first sign of him making a-not-so-huge return even, I cracked like a heroin addict. I hate the idea of feeling so much for him, when I do not even want to. It is as if I am putting up an act, pretending that I care less when I honestly do, at least it seems like I do. This is all so confusing.

.:Dea:.

Mood: Eek
Music: NEVER KNEW- The Rocket Summer

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Thursday, August 18, 2005

MYSPACE IS EVIL!
Basically it has turned me into a whore. I live and breathe for picture comments, profile comments and friend requests. I have also reached that point where my friends find it easier to reach me through myspace than a plain phone call. I do not even check my real email account anymore. If I do, that would be to check if I got new picture comments. (You see, no notifications are set for that)

This is a catastrophe. I am slowly developing a potentially mind-deteriorating, social-life-destroying disease. Save me! Oh please save me...

Find me on myspace.
myspace.com/Deahaskillerbluehair

Here I go again... Nooooooo!!!!

.:Dea:.

Mood: Blah
Music: OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN THE WORLD- Fall Out Boy

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