I'm just one more small town girl with a little too much to say and sometimes not enough words. You see, as I got older, I realized something: I use writing as an escape and no one can ever really take art away from me. Maybe one day, I'll look down at a paper full of my words and say: "I'm done. I don't need to do this anymore." But not today.
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Name: Stephanie.
Religion: Wiccan/Pagan.
Status: Untaken once again.
Hair color: Brownish blonde.
Eye color: Blue (my daddy's eyes).
Fav. Piece of Clothing: Silver/black skinny jeans.
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Random Inside Jokes:
"Ow, Todd?" ~Manchee (The Knife of Never Letting Go)
I said, "no!"...What you want? I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer. I ain't seen my baby since the night before last. I wanna get drunk, man. I wanna get trashed. ~George Thorogood.
"I can tell you're trouble, but I'm still obsessed." ~Kid Rock
I have the RIGHT to spell it WRONG! ~Me in Study Hall
Jimmy the Flea, chatting away inside my mind about who he does and doesn't like. Beware! Oh, and he also has Typhus.
Someone needs a Baconator...hehe.
Me=Abomination of Nature. Deal with it.
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*****CURRENT WRITING PROJECT*****
Confessions of a Harlot (Novel Idea)
The reasons for writing this would be unbelievable to anyone except me and the person pushing the appellation on me. So, I decided to explore the topic and got a fairly good reaction to it. Just so you know, the story itself is fictional and I've never experienced anything close to my character.
Check it out if you can!
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My favorite songs:
"Bent"
If I fall along the way
Pick me up and dust me off
And if I get too tired to make it
Be my breath so I can walk
If I need some other love
Give me more than I can stand
And when my smile gets old and faded
Wait around I'll smile again
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just hold me and then
Just hold me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
If I couldn't sleep could you sleep
Could you paint me better off
Could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot
I started out clean but I'm jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Start bending me
It's never enough
I feel all your pieces
Start bending me
Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just touch me and then
Just touch me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Matchbox20. I love them...
"One Week"
By: Barenaked Ladies
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous,
you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
and said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry
Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
Favorite poem:
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
By: Emily Dickinson....
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98% of teenagers have tried pot. If you are one of the 2% who hasn't, post this on your profile.
"I'm bringing sexy back..." Copy and paste this into your profile if you never even knew sexy was gone.
Well...bye. I hope you enjoyed the page.
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Name: Stephanie.
Religion: Wiccan/Pagan.
Status: Untaken once again.
Hair color: Brownish blonde.
Eye color: Blue (my daddy's eyes).
Fav. Piece of Clothing: Silver/black skinny jeans.
-----------------------------------------------
Random Inside Jokes:
"Ow, Todd?" ~Manchee (The Knife of Never Letting Go)
I said, "no!"...What you want? I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer. I ain't seen my baby since the night before last. I wanna get drunk, man. I wanna get trashed. ~George Thorogood.
"I can tell you're trouble, but I'm still obsessed." ~Kid Rock
I have the RIGHT to spell it WRONG! ~Me in Study Hall
Jimmy the Flea, chatting away inside my mind about who he does and doesn't like. Beware! Oh, and he also has Typhus.
Someone needs a Baconator...hehe.
Me=Abomination of Nature. Deal with it.
------------------------------------------------
*****CURRENT WRITING PROJECT*****
Confessions of a Harlot (Novel Idea)
The reasons for writing this would be unbelievable to anyone except me and the person pushing the appellation on me. So, I decided to explore the topic and got a fairly good reaction to it. Just so you know, the story itself is fictional and I've never experienced anything close to my character.
Check it out if you can!
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My favorite songs:
"Bent"
If I fall along the way
Pick me up and dust me off
And if I get too tired to make it
Be my breath so I can walk
If I need some other love
Give me more than I can stand
And when my smile gets old and faded
Wait around I'll smile again
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just hold me and then
Just hold me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
If I couldn't sleep could you sleep
Could you paint me better off
Could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot
I started out clean but I'm jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Start bending me
It's never enough
I feel all your pieces
Start bending me
Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just touch me and then
Just touch me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Matchbox20. I love them...
"One Week"
By: Barenaked Ladies
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous,
you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
and said "You're crazy"
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault
not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry
Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
Favorite poem:
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
By: Emily Dickinson....
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98% of teenagers have tried pot. If you are one of the 2% who hasn't, post this on your profile.
"I'm bringing sexy back..." Copy and paste this into your profile if you never even knew sexy was gone.
Well...bye. I hope you enjoyed the page.
- Last seen on Oct 23 1:09 PM. Member since April 18, 2007.
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, and quote is "My mom is home and I can't stop smiling-I've missed her sooooooo much!!". - I am a 15 year old girl from New Hampshire (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm seriously imbalanced.
- I am in the groups In Love with a Vampire, The Bucket Group
- I have 1,427 comments, 9 contests, 52 stories, 6 journals
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A lot of people question my name because of the "lady" part...I'm not quite old enough to be considered a lady, apparently. Don't get me going on that because you'll find out things you never wanted to know. 1100 words, 6 comments, February 2
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Her eyes can't seem to fasten on anything except the movement of cars outside. Her frail, delicate body trembles as if she were cold and wh100 words, 6 comments, February 1
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His arms curl around her slim body like they belong there and his gaze snatches mine with a smirk; his head ducks silently to kiss her lips; his mouth whispers the words he once spoke to me, "I love you" and I drown in a mill<100 words, 8 comments, January 29
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Today my dad bought me a Writers Bag! And my favorite Ticonderoga pencils. They write so well, so smooth, and I've never actually found a package of them until now... My bag, though, is black genuine leather with a silver clasp and it smells like a new car. I can't wait to carry it around and feel organized for onceFebruary 10, In Hyper. 100 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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There's this guy I know from long ago and his soul was never one to love, he was as mean as people could get. I knew him the day he held my brothers as his sister tried beating me up. I hated him then, most of all, and thought I could never be revived from my deepest feelings of rage. But that was third grade and l
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Songs fade in and out like broken And you tell me everything Will be "just fine" But things DON'T clear up in time... I'm still here, Holes in my sleeves And holes in my heart Your voice never leaves And the pain never stops. I tell you I'm hurt, I tell you I'm broken, But you only bend down, To pick up a tokFebruary 6, 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
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