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                <title>"It's controlling my mind" </title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 11:57:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So yea...I've been a bad person. I'll be better....you'll see. Um...meaning of this journal. Well...um...lets see. Yes...I'll be posting up another journal later on today/late night with the links to the line-art of all of those art-gifts and commissions (payment...my friends/your friendship) that I owe. Meaning that they're already half way done. Now....all I have to do is add color. Oh, btw...the line art will be in ink. Then as the weekend go on...I'll up-grade to line art in PS or open-canvas or CS. Either or I'm guessing. Or I just might use 'em all, because I'm very 'laxed with the open-canvas layer thingy, but I love the colors PS have to offer and how easy it is to darken and what not, but I like the brushes in CS. They're awesome if you ask me. So yea...I might end up using all of em if that's the case. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> Who knows....? Surly not me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> Anyways....oh and I shall send a link to all to all of those line-arts to their persons so there is no need to keep a watch out for my journal(*lowers head* people hardly ever do<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" />). Which means I'll just note you. And if you don't get noted then maybe you just didn't ask for one. Or I just forgot all about you. If that is the case then you'll have to note me and I shall fix that then. However there is a week/"month" grace period before I can get around to yours after I add you. School work and all...however I shall...*crosses fingers* try and start on them as soon as I get it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> I shall! You'll see... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sadangel.gif" width="88" height="22" alt=":sadangel:" title="Sad Angel" /> So yeah...look forward to later on today/night. Other than that I have nothing else to say. And no <a href="http://animaelover.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/animaelover.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconanimaelover:" title="animaelover"/></a> I don't want you to color either of the line-arts. So don't worry...however I am looking forward to another art collab with you. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/happycry.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":happycry:" title="Tears of joy" /> <br />
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Ok, maybe I'll have em up but tomorrow night. ...No, I will have em up by tomorrow night! You'll see! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Oh No!!! I've Been Tagged! </title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/14509342/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 20:49:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hardly ever get tagged. <a href="http://stormraven24.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/t/stormraven24.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconstormraven24:" title="stormraven24"/></a> tagged me. First time I've been tagged since I've been on DA. Can you believe that....? I'm pitiful. I wish people would tag me more often and stop be selfish. I would like to be tagged and I hate to ask for it. Asking to be tagged is wrong...so remember that...cierra loves being tagged. So in the future when you've been tagged...please...*points to username* don't forget to tag me...<a href="http://dragonvamp.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/d/r/dragonvamp.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":icondragonvamp:" title="dragonvamp"/></a> I look forward to them. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> <br />
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From what I gathered, you're (I'm) suppose to post eight things about yourself (myself) and then tag eight other people. Sounds like uber funs. Here I go: <br />
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One: I smell my shoes every time before I put them on. (you say gross I say I'm just making sure they don't stink) <br />
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Two: Once I start buying stuff online it becomes hard for me to stop. Unless someone distracts me, I'll keep on buying until money is low. T_T<br />
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Three: I like to pretend that I can actually sing. TT_TT even though I know I can't. <br />
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Four: I hate men who think that they "know" me. Like dating them wasn't enough. <br />
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Five: I only play WoW (WorldofWarcraft) because Mitch played it and I don't play it often...hard at all. <br />
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Six: I'm in love with someone who could never love me back. T_T<br />
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Seven: I like listening to Dance and Techno music even though the beat repeats itself thought the whole song and almost all of my friends hate it. I did say almost. <br />
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Last and not least....*drum roll* <br />
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Eight: I hate to be surrounded by people that I don't know or have never met before.  <br />
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Now....here is a list of people that I'ma tag. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> <br />
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<a href="http://lastblossom.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/l/a/lastblossom.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconlastblossom:" title="lastblossom"/></a> <br />
<a href="http://shimoonwind.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/h/shimoonwind.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconshimoonwind:" title="shimoonwind"/></a> <br />
<a href="http://karen-1994.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/k/a/karen-1994.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconkaren-1994:" title="karen-1994"/></a> <br />
<a href="http://animaelover.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/animaelover.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconanimaelover:" title="animaelover"/></a> <br />
<a href="http://muses-midnight.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconmuses-midnight:" title="muses-midnight"/></a> <br />
<a href="http://britney-yasha.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/b/r/britney-yasha.png" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconbritney-yasha:" title="britney-yasha"/></a> <br />
<a href="http://shadow-nori.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/h/shadow-nori.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconshadow-nori:" title="shadow-nori"/></a> <br />
<a href="http://jaedeehunt.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconjaedeehunt:" title="jaedeehunt"/></a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"Who eyes am I behind"</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/14301585/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 10:03:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know what...I need to stop ranting. Yes, ranting gets you into major trouble. I like trouble when I'm asking for it. I hate trouble when I'm unknowingly walk right into it. This is what I mean....<br />
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<a href="http://dragonvamp.deviantart.com/journal/14170284/">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://dragonvamp.deviantart.com/journal/12988941/">[link]</a><br />
<a href="http://dragonvamp.deviantart.com/journal/11795549/">[link]</a><br />
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And those are just my online rants. Some...very little...of my online rants. Stay away from my LJ page and you won't get an eye full. LJ pisses me off a lot so I always have something to rant about. <br />
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But no...not why I said "I need to stop ranting". No, not at all. I was walking...like I often do to clear my head or when it's nice out and I feel like I need to get a breath of fresh air. Mmm...clean air smells good, but then I paused and begun to think. Yes...I randomly think people <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" />. And it was about my family and what not. So like a stupid head, I call up the only able friend I know that will actually listen....Jonathan. Not my best of choice, but it was close enough. And I rant. I ranted to him as I entered the house, as I walked by my parents(didn't even lower my voice...stupid me*smacks self*), and up to my room where I ranted some more. Finally the rant was over, told him I'd speak to him later, he laughed and we hung up. <br />
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Now here's the best part: <br />
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My folks followed me up to my room and listened to the rest of the rant. And when I hung up, *enters the parental unit*. Lol...if was funny the worried look on their faces. Mom thinks I might kill her and everyone in the house. I keep telling her that even though I would want to, I would never in fear that I might get caught. Cierra don't like being somebody's bitch. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> <br />
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So yeah...it was like one of those "gotta save my kid before she takes it too far* kinda thing. It was really funny, you guys would have to be there. <br />
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Another reason why I won't rant anymore is b'cuz I realized that I have it so much better than other people. Like people in China and such. I don't have to worry about bills(yet) or things close to that nature. For now I can act dumb and silly. For now I can goof around or gwak at boys that I find sexy. Even keep a crush on someone I like and stay up late until I can no longer think with a thought of reason(not like I do anyways...but<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" />) I'm young! And when I sleep, full of energy! I don't want thoughts that aren't really actual thoughts or just thoughts to make me feel bad when I should be high on life! So Fuck you devil!!! This is one girl you won't get!!! *dances*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>" The tears on my pillow weren't meant f</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/14170284/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 19:30:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just want to kill myself. *Sigh* No...I just want to die and forget the past, the present, and the future. Fuck hell....god...and fucking Bush. He's an ass anyways. Cock fucker...looks like a monkey or he has an ass for a face. His momma too!!! Bitches!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"So tired.So cold.So badly want to be strong&amp;</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/14103251/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 09:47:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b> Hate is what I am. It's what I feel. Without it I am nothing but a pile of unwated emotions. But with it, I am the darkness that consumes your souls. I am me!</b><br /><br />Title is a line from a blue October song. Man...I haven't stopped listening to them yet. <br />
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Anyways...Hopefully by this time Sunday I'd have some new stuff up and about. I've scanned them and some of them I'm coloring up in PS(photoshop). So yeah...those might take longer to get up here then the ones that I've done on paper and am please with. There are some Dragon(my character/alter ego) drawings. More of them and what not...just playing around with her. Most of them were just too see how I liked her hair to look when doing certain things or dressing a certain way. So...whatever. <br />
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Um...I also did some drawings of her family. Still working on her mother and father. I have no ideal how I want them to look. Her mom was a full blooded demon from hell who loved to kill anything whether it be demon or human just for the sake of it. Her father on the other had was kind and gentle and caring. He was a bred between a water nymph and an ice demon. Then her mother killed him after she had Dragon. Talk about funny. I'll post the story up once it's done in LJ(LiveJournal). I made is that her mother hates all of her children, but it didn't start off like that. She loved them all...all but Dragon, but with her being the youngest, her siblings looked out for her and turned on the mother...so you can see why she hates them all now. Dragon more the most. <br />
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There's Fox, the oldest...he's a see-er. Can see into the future as well as shape shift. His father was a fox. *giggle* <br />
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Next in line is Shawn. She takes after her father who was a sun god. She's human down to the T besides her power and ability to heal when the sun is out. <br />
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Then came Viper. The once mother's favorite. Her father is unknown. All she knows is that he was an earth elemental. Although she has other powers, she got them by killing demons and stealing their powers for her own. She's power hungry and evil. Like mother like daughter, eh?  The two still don't get along. <br />
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Second to last is Mitch. Based off of a friend. He's immortal due to a curse from an angry god but human. (Can you guess what his father was? Dee dee) He makes stuff ranging from weapons, buildings, creatures, to who knows what else. Demons and others creatures of all kinds go to him to get weapons and such of great power. He doesn't have a kind relationship with Dragon...theirs is more on the business level if anything else. However, deep down he wishes her to be more careful when she's doing her kicking ass thing. Still her brother no matter which way he looks at it. <br />
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Last...thank god...there's Dragon. Just told you guys what her father was so I'll just repeat it. : He was a bred between a water nymph and an ice demon: cool huh? Her mother hated her when she first found out that she was going to have her. Thus she killed the father. (Mother was a hoe wasn't she) So Dragon go abused a lot as she grew up. I haven't worked on her childhood story yet, but just...in my stories of her as an adult...made reference to her past. <br />
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Well that's the family. She has some friends also that kinda bum off of her in her huge house that's small on the outside due to some magic, but like a castle on the inside. Enough to fit in the army, a small country, and factory workers. <br />
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So yeah...I drew them all. Right now I'm working a drawing them all together. However I can't seem to get it right. I don't want them in the picture according to age and I don't want them according to height. *sighs* And my inspiration/creativity is slowly draining away. Before you know it it'll be all gone. T__T. <br />
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Oh, and there will be some stories up in my scraps later on today. Just look out for them. Their not good and can use some work, but I'm trying to prepare myself before school starts so it might take me some time before I get around to them. So..yeah...<br />
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Alright...bye for now. Until next time.<br /><br /><b><i>Kiss me'bum ye fuckin' ninny.</i></b> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"This is the name of the game"</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/13778706/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 07:16:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b> Hate is what I am. It's what I feel. Without it I am nothing but a pile of unwated emotions. But with it, I am the darkness that consumes your souls. I am me!</b><br /><br />Alright...commission, or as it's been pointed out to me, art gifts will be put up on DA no later than Saturday. Thursday being the earliest. T__T...I just want to cry my eyes out. O, and there will be some random writings posted up by tomorrow. Mainly dealing with Dragon and Nick. Little shorts. Nothing big...to worthless to do something big. Kinda pointless too if you think about it. <br />
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Oh, and for now on my journals will be titles of random songs. Songs that I love and listen to a lot. Or in my parents case, "A little too much, Cierra." Hey, they can blame no one but the media. "Like Humans Do" . It's a really cool song. You guys should check it out. I forgot who sung it. Teeheehee. <br />
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So yeah....just something random to keep you guys filled in. Keep you guys on your toes or what not. <br />
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Um...on a short notice...I'm having relationship problems. Could have something to do with the fact that she's kinda clingy, but I donno. Not to mention that I'm kinda seeing this guy on the side. Her wish of course. Well...um...she didn't want me to get bored of her so she told me to go out and get a boyfriend. Told me no girls because that would be cheating. I haven't a clue on earth what the hell to do. I'm tired of both of them. *rolls eyes* I know that sounds kinda cold, but it's just me looking out for them. I should break up with both of them, my girlfriend and I are on a "trail" period. When it's over and I don't see it going anywhere, which by the way I won't, then we can end it. Should have never put my foot where the rum should be. LOL. ... T__T. Long story. Anyway...I hate them all. <br />
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Ok...lighter note. Got a car! Woot! *dances* "Turn up the music! You know how to use it baby! Why don't you turn up the music!" I love that song too. I'm so proud of myself that now life seems worth reliving. Worth taking out the time to just stop and smell those damn stinking roses. Ah..."See I've been waiting...long enough...so why don't you please just turn it up." Awesome dance song. You guys have no clue. <br />
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Anyways...yea...<br />
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Most of the stuff that I'm going to post up will be going in my scraps, so look out for them too. They're finish and yet they're not. *shrugs* Would make a hella lot sense if you know me. Sadly...no one truly gets me. T__T <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> TTY for now! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> & <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/k/kiss.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":kiss:" title="Kiss" /> <br />
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<b>"God fuck us every one!" </b><br /><br /><b><i>Kiss me'bum ye fuckin' ninny.</i></b> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"Don't Stop The Music..." Pt. 3</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/13712496/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 19:52:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b> Hate is what I am. It's what I feel. Without it I am nothing but a pile of unwated emotions. But with it, I am the darkness that consumes your souls. I am me!</b><br /><br />Alright...so I'm a very bad artist (can't even be called that because my 'artwork' sucks) and should be put to death. I know I know...you heard it all before. I've just been not feeling well, and I've been called into work...and well...more ands. I'm just that useless. Everytime I plan on something...on drawing something when I do have free time..stupid...or just once not so stupid...stuff happens. Not going to go into detail. Let's just say I hate working just as much as drug dealers hates cops. <br />
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Anywho...thinking that maybe killing myself after I reach 21 would be my best bet. I hate to see what life looks like after that age. Hell, I hate to see what life looks like now, but I just want to be able to actually by alcohol for a change. Ah...the sweet tasting taste of alcohol at is finest. *sighs* Yea...first step is to admit that you have a problem. The last step is to tell everyone to sod the fuck off. Wait...I just told you guys that I wanted to commit suicide. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> Ignore that. Just a crazy girl ranting. You all know me. *sweat* <br />
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Anyway...the list again....<br />
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I have some art trades that I have to finish and some art commissions too. Here's a list so far:<br />
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<b>AT</b>=<b>Art Trade</b><br />
<b>C</b>=<b>Commissions</b><br />
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<a href="http://animaelover.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/animaelover.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconanimaelover:" title="animaelover"/></a> <b>AT</b>almost done. All I have to do is ink it and then if you want...which I'll do anyways is color it. I gotta learn somehow, right? <br />
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<a href="http://animaelover.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/animaelover.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconanimaelover:" title="animaelover"/></a> <b>C</b> just for being a nice friend. In fact I'm done. It's much easier for me to draw something random than it is for me to draw another's one characters. *bows* I hope you'll like it. Plus I'm gonna write you a little something something to get you back into writing again. That way over the school year we can combine our talents together and create a MonaLisa. <b>DONE!!!</b><br />
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My sister, Debbie <b>C</b>..her's is on the way. I just got the outline done for it. Sadly that is all I have of it for her. <b>DONE!!!</b><br />
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<a href="http://sasu-neko.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/a/sasu-neko.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconsasu-neko:" title="sasu-neko"/></a> <b>C</b> I haven't even started on it yet. T_T Not because I don't or didn't wanna, just because work is drainning all of my enegry away. If you don't get it come the end of july, you get two instead of one. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> And I promise you you'll get it even if it kills me. X_o....but I'm half dead now so you don't have long. LOL <br />
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<a href="http://stormraven24.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/t/stormraven24.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconstormraven24:" title="stormraven24"/></a> <b>C</b> She doesn't know it yet, but she gets one for be an awesome person. Thank you for the AMAs and putting up with certain people. This...plus the money I owe you...is my way of showing my thanks. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> And you can't stop me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";P" title="Wink/Razz" /> <br />
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<a href="http://jaedeehunt.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconjaedeehunt:" title="jaedeehunt"/></a> <b>C</b> my way of trying to cheer him up I guess. <br />
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<a href="http://runzu.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/r/u/runzu.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconrunzu:" title="runzu"/></a> <b>C</b> it's going to be a written piece and a drawing piece for yous. If you don't like either one then you can suck it. *folds arm* And I'm doing this not only because you are my cousin....because Debbie is my sister and you see how I treat her...it is also because I...that word...oh yeah...care. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";P" title="Wink/Razz" /> I can be so nice when I wanna. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <br />
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Sara, <b>C</b> just cause I like her so much. As a sister p... ]]></description>
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                <title>"Don't Stop The Music..." Pt. 2</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 17:01:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b> Hate is what I am. It's what I feel. Without it I am nothing but a pile of unwated emotions. But with it, I am the darkness that consumes your souls. I am me!</b><br /><br />((Art trades and Commission list is just down below. Check to make sure you're on. If you want an Art trade or Commission then send me a note.<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> I'd be happy to add you to my list. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" />))<br />
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                                 :Journal Finally Starts: <br />
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*yawns* It's one of those days. It's raining and thrundering outside and I just got word that you're not suppose to be on the internet or in water while so. Is that actually true of just a hoax people are pulling to get me to go to sleep. *feels forehead* I still have me 'slight' fever, but I'm pretty much sure it'll past. I know I've been saying that for a week now Jonathan, but this time I mean it. You'll see. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> <br />
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Um, I finished a couple of chapters of various fanfics. Now, these were shorts to say the least and I am...*rereads and holds breath* Somewhat proud of them. Lovey-dovey stuff just isn't my thing ok. I'm debating if I want to post them up here on DA. I know I'ma post them In LJ...soon anyways. <br />
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*something random* I LOVE EVERYONE!!! *randomism ends* <br />
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*clears throat* Anywho, saw some recent movies...a friend rotated them for me. I be damned if I waste my money to go and see a fucking movie. Wait...I shouldn't have said that. *goes back and make corrections*  Heh. *sweat* Anywho...why do I keep forgetting what I'ma say. Damn...moving on then. <br />
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(I know this is like a week or two late, but s.t.f.u<----don't know what it means then poo on you) AMAs rocked this year! More so cuz I got to spen more time with my friends from school! Woot! Of course that is what got me sick in the first place. *sighs* I shoulda brought my meds but I was being stupid and selfish. It'll happen again. LOL. Can't wait until next year. *Starts planning* <br />
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I have some art trades that I have to finish and some art commissions too. Here's a list so far:<br />
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<b>AT</b>=<b>Art Trade</b><br />
<b>C</b>=<b>Commissions</b><br />
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<a href="http://animaelover.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/animaelover.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconanimaelover:" title="animaelover"/></a> <b>AT</b>almost done. All I have to do is ink it and then if you want...which I'll do anyways is color it. I gotta learn somehow, right? <br />
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<a href="http://animaelover.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/animaelover.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconanimaelover:" title="animaelover"/></a> <b>C</b> just for being a nice friend. In fact I'm done. It's much easier for me to draw something random than it is for me to draw another's one characters. *bows* I hope you'll like it. Plus I'm gonna write you a little something something to get you back into writing again. That way over the school year we can combine our talents together and create a MonaLisa. <br />
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My sister, Debbie <b>C</b>..her's is on the way. I just got the outline done for it. Sadly that is all I have of it for her. <br />
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<a href="http://sasu-neko.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/a/sasu-neko.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconsasu-neko:" title="sasu-neko"/></a> <b>C</b> I haven't even started on it yet. T_T Not because I don't or didn't wanna, just because work is drainning all of my enegry away. If you don't get it come the end of july, you get two instead of one. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> And I promise you you'll get it even if it kills me. X_o....but I'm half dead now so you don't have long. LOL <br />
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<a href="http://stormraven24.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/t/stormraven24.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconstormraven24:" title="stormraven24"/></a> <b>C</b> She doesn't know it yet, but she gets one for be an awesome person. Thank you for the AMAs and putting up with certain people. This...plus the money I owe you...is my way of showing my thanks. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> And you can't stop me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";P" title="Wink/Razz" /> <br />
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                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"Don't Stop The Music..."</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/13232395/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 19:31:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b> Hate is what I am. It's what I feel. Without it I am nothing but a pile of unwated emotions. But with it, I am the darkness that consumes your souls. I am me!</b><br /><br />Some chick called me a slut and a whore today. I punched her in the fucking face. Didn't mean too, but I have quite a temper on me that's really hard to control. Think I could control if I tried, but I'm the kinda person who sees no sense in changing. All is good as long as it is well. :wink: <br />
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AMA's are a week away. I can't hardly wait. At first I was like: "I don't give a fuck", but now that feeling has gone away. No, it's not because I'm turning into a sheep, it's because I know that I am human and must interact as so. Even if it kills me! :sigh: <br />
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<a href="http://animaelover.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/animaelover.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconanimaelover:" title="animaelover"/></a> finished her part of our art trade. Her's is still in the work. I just asked her if I could switch characters. Waiting to hear back from her now. *crosses fingers* It's not that I'm not doing it, I am. It's just I'm never pleased with the outcome so it ends up in the trash. Or else where. *sly grin* Here's the link to where it's at. It's one of my long forgotten characters that I've drawn. Deadly Sue. Copyrighted by DragonVamp. Don't you fucking forget it. Link: -----><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/56772655/">[link]</a><br />
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I don't know what else to say. Um...I have a friend...friends who are emo and I think that when I'm around them...I become emo myself. If not emo then very mush depressed. And I can't help it, they're everywhere. Now, I'm what you called emotionally unstabled. Not emo. Emotionally unstabled because I was neer given an outlet to which I can express myself fully. Thus I keep everything pinned up inside to the point where I can't tell one emotion from the other. Confusing myself as well as other. But who gives a rats ass about them. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> You'll never guess who told me this. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> Who ever knew that he was right. <br />
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Right now I'm in a somewhat fairly good mood. One of my rivials is in the hospital for a D.U.I. Now I know it's wrong to laugh and poke jokes, but I find pleassure out of people's pain. Surly you would do best to not take this mere happiness from me... *crack knuckles* Right? <br />
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<b>Anywho, moving on:</b><br />
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AMA's, Dragon-san(me) good mood, and days without my cellphone ringing(explains my boredom) <b>+</b> a rivial in the hospital for something stupid and a cig in my hand<b>=</b> Life slowly moving forward to me. At all cost I will stay this way for a while longer. Even if that means I have to bring pain to those around me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mwahaha.gif" width="29" height="15" alt=":evillaugh:" title="EVIL Laughter!" /> And trust me, I have not problems with hurting others. It's what I live for. :mwahahaha:<br /><br /><b><i>Kiss me'bum ye fuckin' ninny.</i></b> ]]></description>
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                <title>Yo Yo Yo! Was'up!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 12:33:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My heart aches to be reached. <br />
My mind aches to be heard. <br />
My soul aches to fly. <br />
And my body aches to feel love.<br /><br />No....people... I really want to know. Not a joke. I actually....really....most....truly....honestly...care. *hugs* You guys mean the world to me. I want to know. Send me some more notes. And to those who has sent me notes and I'm just now replying back....*bows* forgive me. I am most truly sorry. <br />
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Alright....I'm feeling great. I've entered into three art contests and finished two. (working on the third one right now). I've done just about a dozen art trades and am working on three right now. (A2 of which I don't have to complete until school starts up again.) Working on just a couple of art clabs and an feeling great about them. The are clabs. feature written pieces as well. (Written pieces: four poems, 3 plays, 2 randomized fan-fiction, and 1 chapter fiction story. <---- so far we only have 2 chapters done) Not to mention the art that I'm doing for myself on the side. Well....some of the art that I'm doing I'm giving 'em away to people who has asked for them. People say that your art is bits and pieces of your heart....I say you have to have one to s tart off with first. <br />
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What else.....going to the beach with a few good friends. A small one day getaway, but it's well worth it. Been dying to free myself from the shackles of man-kind to be with people who do not judge me....well at least not aloud anyways. <br />
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I have 15 bad habits. A few were smoking, pill popping, finger nail biting, pulling at old scabs, and drinking. Now that's only a few. I've slowed down on my smoking, I only bite my finger nails when I feel uneasy, I stopped pill popping all together, I no longer pull scabs in fear of another blood infection, and I still drink.....just not a lot. <br />
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*wink* Will have more for you guys later.<br /><br />Kiss me'bum ya fuckin' ninny. ]]></description>
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                <title>Um...can I say that I'm sorry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 07:30:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My heart aches to be reached. <br />
My mind aches to be heard. <br />
My soul aches to fly. <br />
And my body aches to feel love.<br /><br />Alright people, sorry. I was meaning to put my artworks up here, but that damn blasted scanner of mine died on me. I knew it was old and that it was going to die sooner or later, but I didn't know it would  be that soon. Blasted luck of mine. Now I can hardly find anything that I've drawn or written in the past month or so. See, I have bad luck all around. <br />
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Bad Luck 1: <br />
Broke up with my boyfriend late last night. We broke up the day before the love day of the year. Although I always hated that day, still....well no still. Good for me! I don't need him. Fucking bitch anyway. We broke up because he wanted sex and I wasn 't willing to give it to him. If I don' trust you, don't expect to get anything other than a smile from me. Fucking bitch. I hate men. ....damn, but I like 'em too. <br />
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Bad Luck 2: <br />
A friend of mine passed away due to a fucking drunk driver. He was on his way home from school to see his mother. I know, sad right?  Me and him had made plans to actually do things together and if we couldn't do 'em n'person we were going to do 'em online. Then he just ups and die. Now this made me pissed at God, but even more pissed off at myself. Thought I had more time that I was planning on blowing him to catch some z's. Stupid me. That's my fault. Heh. <br />
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Bad Luck 3: <br />
I lost my shoes. Not bad luck to you, but it is for me. I love those pair. The only black shoes that I've had in like forever that I even liked. Do you know how hard it is for me to like something? It's hard. It takes me forever to like something. And when people ask me, "Do you like this?" I lie. I lie like a wolf to a rabbit. "Yes....it's....it's cute." <br />
Rabbit: If I let you in my house will you eat me? <br />
Wolf: Um....*lies* No. Not at all. <br />
But in my head I'm cursing myself for lying and saying I like it, but I'm not going to change my answer once it comes out. Sorry folks, that's just how I roll. *shrugs* Won't be changin' anytime soon. <br />
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Well that's all the bad luck thus far. I don't have anymore. Well one more, but I'm too afraid and ashamed to say it. So it'll stay hush hush. Nah-nah-na-boo-boo. 8P<br />
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I'll be getting a new scanner soon and once I do, my artwork will stary appearing up on the site. Just cross your fingers. Ihave mine crossed. Bu tnot too tightly or else something too good will happen and then it'll be followed by something too bad. <br />
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Oh, and just in case you are feeling kind...cuz I like kind people....for my own reasons....Muahahahahahaha! *clears throat* ....send me some e-mails. I love e-mails. They make me now feel so lonely. *sighs* Anyway here they are: <br />
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Ceecee51087@aol.com or<br />
dragonvampcierra@yahoo.com <br />
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Again....send me e-mails. I love e-mails. 'Huggles, everyone.'<br /><br />Kiss me'bum ya fuckin' ninny. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Woot! Fucking Woot!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 06:31:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Joey: Yo'.....how you doin'?<br /><br />*Dances* Two weeks it's taken me. Mainly because I kept putting it off. I truly hate Zelda. The only reason why I played it was because it was the only game I have for the Nitendo Wii. Well I had two others, but I beat those one too. Man, I was so ready to stoop low and use cheats. Thank God I didn't, but I was cutting it a little close. Now I'm rebeating the game seeing if I can cut down on the two weeks to something  a lot less lower. Cross your fingers kids.  <br />
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Alright, here's the down low. I'm sick. Like sick sick. Not dying sick. Like sick if I don't get help it's going to get worse kinda sick. And no....not in the head. Although that fact seems to be appearent. When winter is over and things smooth over with my crime making brothers, then I'll get better. Physically anyways. <br />
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Alright, another note for you kiddies. I've been drawing some for awhile. Now, once I get the scaner working, prepare to see it posted up. No later than Saturday of this week, but if later then I'll start selling my body parts to you guys for like....5 cents. Yay.....<br />
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I've also been writing more. Done 7 chapters of one story. Or course that's all I have of that story, but at least I've been writing. Hopefully I'll feel more like writing, but that's after exams. <br />
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Yeah, I'm in school. Kinda don't want to be here, but it was either that or getting kicked out the house. I could've moved out....but I didn't want to bother my friends and what not. Plus the only person will to take me in was male and it was for a very sick reason. <br />
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Schols alright and I'm getting through just find. 'A's in 3 classes, 'B' in one, and 'C' in one also. It was a 'D', but I actually show up for class so he gives me points of at least doing that. Maybe one day I'll get better in his class. Yet right now, I just don't give a damn. <br />
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Alright peoples, catch you when the sun is down. Peace.<br /><br />Finally I am alive! Alive I tell you! Alive! ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"Guess who's back..."</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 15:35:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I no longet like D.C. It sucks ass. And Chain lettes get on my fucking nerves!!!<br /><br />I would like to take time out and say this before I go on. I'm sorry. So very sorry. I just dropped of the face of the earth. And for longer than I had hoped for. *hits self over and over* I was just going through some stuff that needed to be sorted. Yet when it was, I just made my life harder for myself and those around me. Then from that point, I hid myself inside a little shell. Afraid to resurface. Again....sorry. <br />
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Alright...now I can see that I have a lot to catch up on. Nothing that I can't handle. Now this goes out to my friend ZekkieChan1<a href="http://zekkiechan1.deviantart.com/.">[link]</a> I'd like to say that I'm truly sorry. We were working on a collab and I just vanished.  If there is anything that I can do to make it up to you just let me know. Anything. I however will make sure that I post up the picture that I've drawn like forever ago. Even if I have to fight God I will. <br />
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Alright...to everyone else whose been worried or wondering....shit happens and I know that now, but the stuff I went through I wish no one ever has to endure that. So um....I'll get around to checking all of your laterest works. I'll see to it that I will. SO for now on you'll guys will see me around more so than usual. I'll see to that. <br />
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And um...once again....Sorry and thank you. Good day.<br /><br />ZZZZZZZZZZ.....*falls out of chair* Um...heh....you were saying ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Today is da day!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 15:36:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just posted up some stuff. From art drawings to writings. Not a lot. Kinda didn't feel like posting more. Check the scraps also. There are some it there too. Not a lot either, but there is some. Hmm....let's see....what else is there. I'll will surely be having more art up here before this month is over. Whether it's an art trade or a piece done by me and some one else. I know there's a word for that, but I can't think of it. Damn....what was that word. Well....guess I was wrong. No...there is a word! Just what the hell is it?! Argh!!! My mind is about to explode it I don't find out. Why God? Why?! ...anywho....gotta catch up so I'll be popping up in places here and there. So yeah...hmmm....I really don't have anything else to say. None at all. Guessing that it was all in my head. lol....well bye and have a nice visit to hell. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Sorry bout that.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2006 15:09:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Damn....has it truly been that long since I was on Da? *Looks at watch*....shit....it has. Well I'm sorry 'bout that folks. I'll make it up to you all as soon as I  can with some juicy art work of mine or what not. *ponders* You'd think I'd more to say, but I just don't. Damn...well sorry....*sighs* Sorry tons. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>*sigh* I'ma waste.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 15:21:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ People will never like me for who I am. Not even those that supposely love me. (i.e. my folks) <br />
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Anyway...before I break down into tears, I'ma get this out of the way. I started drawing, and this time I'll wait some. I know I've said this b4, but this time I really mean it. I'm gonna put them up one by one in my scrap. It's bascially drawn pictures of my "Dragon Chronicals". Dragon, Nick, Jonathan, and so on. Just pictures of some the major key players within the story. Then on my birtday I'll put a huge picture of all of them together up. Now, if the pictures I put into my scrap aren't colored, which 9 times out of 10 they won't be, unless you ask, you are not to touch and do whatever yourself. And if you do ask...depending on the person, I'll say no. Plus there is only one person who I most truly want to color 'em, but I doubt they'll do it. <br />
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*sighs* Now I'm off to go and cry my useless being until I drift off to sleep. Oh, and sorry people that I am who I am. One day, I might just change. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Fucking Bloody Bitch</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2006 19:44:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "His hands would not stop. His anger would not end. Over and over again he hit me. It felt like my mind was slowly ending with each hit. Then, then it all stopped, and as I stood, a bright light shined on me. Oh to the heavens, I finally felt free." <br />
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I have issuses. *giggles* ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Wow...love hurts. Among other things.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 09:52:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heh...never truly been in love. Never would allow myself too. ...But what if I have. I slipped up. Opps. I don't think it's love, but I can't shake him from my mind. It's like everywhere I go he's there. Not in body, but in mind. You get what I mean. I keep telling myself that this is just a common joke that my mind wants to play on me for letting the one that I could ever love slip away through the damn cracks. I just keep ignoring the fact and going about my business. *Sighs* He wants to take me to Fl. in March. I said, "Hell yeah." Although I told myself that Fl. is one place that I'll never visit. *Sighs* Guess I am. We're gonna spend a week down there. Just a week, but he said, "If you want to stay longer that's coo'. I can make that happen." Man....he knows just how to say the right things when it matters. Yet I feel as if I'm rushing into things. No...I know I'm rushing into things. I just can't seem to say no to him. Everythim he asks me a question it's "yes, Jason" or "why not Jason." There should be a class for learning how to say "no" all over again. I should go and find one. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> <br />
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Anywho...haven't been feeling myself in the last couple of days. I guess it's the off again on again wheather. I don't know. Whatever it  is, it'll have to stop. Um...Haven't been on DA in... in...forever. God I miss DA. JUst been to busy with work, trying to keep my friends, love life, and trying to stay alive. But soon, it'll all solw down. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> Yep...soon. Coming soon.  And gonna post some finished and some unfinished wok up. Don't know when, but soon. <br />
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I'm alsow working on two plays which I've been working on every single day of this week so far. It's coming along just fine. Both of the, are. And A stroy deicated to no other than Muses-Midnight. She's on DA also. Then it's this other story that hasn't been taking off like the others, but it's coming along. I just might post 'em up on DA, but Muse will have to read 'em first. I told her she can be the first to read 'em if she wants. So, gonna keep good on my word. <br />
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My mom pushed back the moving date until the end of Feb. She said it'll be best because of all of us will be very busy. And I do mean very busy. I just might vanish again next motn never to be seen until May. I can deal with another month in this damn city, but no telling what the city will do with me here for another month. *Sighs* There it goes again. My ego's going to my head. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> Yep...something as the new year rung in, I developed an ego. Don't know where it came from, but it's there. Huge and still growing. It'll go away again. It came because I've "might've" been drinking. "Might've been" . <br />
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That's all I have to say for now. Just stay cool. Stay in school. And be yourself. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"I'm locked up. They won't let me out."</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/7289644/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 07:50:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wazup' peoples? Go ahead and say it. "The sky." My manger stopped asking me that. Now he just askes, "How's it going?" Now I have something for that. *evil grin* Anywho, At the end of this month, I will vanish. Not for good. But only for a while. I'm letting you peoples know that I'll be moving somewhere around the end of this month of the very beginning of Jan. I would say, but it's "my little dirty sceret." <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> That's right. Cierra is right back into the music buz. Now all I have to do it rotate it and I'll be just fine. Just fine indeed. If you want to know more than, here: <br />
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<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dragonvamp/2321.html">[link]</a> <br />
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That is for all that actually really care. And for those who don't, can go and fuck a shovel. That'll be all that they will ever be able to fuck. And your mother/father doesn't count. Pussy ass bitches. Anywho, Let's have Christmas in New York. I just might be going up there for a week something before the month is over. *looks up into the skies* Thankies God. Thankies Budda. That's right bitches...(I keep typing in a "d" instead of an "s") I said budda! *Shoves and picks up a shovel* Wat's ("What" without the "h". Someone asked me that earlier. Dumb ass mother fucking bitch) it to cha'?! Yeah, that's what I thought. I was just about to shove this shovel up you ass. Let's see if it'll hurt. Anyways, peace out and...a nice rest of the year to cha' pussy ass bitches. (And I mean it in the nicest of ways. *grins*)> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Movie that I've seen or have yet to seen</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 08:20:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry to start it off this way, but I just have to get something out in the air. "I fucking hate Christmas!" *growl* Someone walked by me (An old lady) and she said "Merry Christmas to you." And with such a clueless smile to the expression on my face as she said that. You want to know what I said..."Fuck off old lady. I fucking hate Christmas." And I stormed off. So let that be a lesson to you folks. Cierra fucking hates Christmas. And New Years too! <br />
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Moives I've seen: <br />
              *Syriana: Very goold, I actually liked this political flim. Had me asking questions and what not at the end. Very good. <br />
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              *Rent: Wasn't too happy about all the fucking singing, but the cross dresser made it worth wild. If I want to see a movie about aids and love I'd go to Africa and watch the natives. <br />
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               *Aeon Flux: <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" title=":O (Eek)" />MG: I just loved the fighting scenes. I was like just blown the fuck away. Never have I...well ok, I have, but I for one must say that this might just become one of me favorite movies ever. And sadly, it was mainly because of the fighting scenes. <br />
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                *Narnia: Not what I really expected, but I guess it was worth it. I mean, it was a good movie...well, an ok movie, but should I expect to see during the holidays? (answer) A half done movie. <br />
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Movies I've yet to seen: <br />
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                 *Memooirs of a Geisha: The book was great so hopefully the moive is way much better. <br />
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                  *King Kong: Slowly wanting to see this moive is fading. I mean I want to, but I figured it can wait. Mainly because I already saw the first hour of the film and it felt drawn out. <br />
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                   *The Producers: "Bout time they started acting agin. I just want to see if just for those two. What a great...well funny...moive they'll make. <br />
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                    *Fun with Dick and Jane: MUst see these two together. I have to see if they are funny. If he is funny. Gonna see it as soon as it comes out. No one or thing will stop me. By the grace of God no one will! <br />
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                     *Rumor Has It: I'm not doing it for Jen. I'm goin' to see it for the rest of the cast. Sadly. But it's not my money I'm wasting. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> <br />
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Well there you go. Before this month if over, I'd have seen all of these moives. By the way, Harry Potter sucked assed. I seen old homeless people act better than that. And it was only for a peice of ham. A small peice of that.  Sorry people who liked it, that movie just let me down in so many ways that I nearly cried...well, I did cry, but for another reason. Bye. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>I wanna...but I don't wanna</title>
                <link>http://DragonVamp.deviantart.com/journal/7235542/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 05:51:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eyepopping.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":eyepopping:" title="Eyepopping" />....I so god fucking depressed. I know why too! I so tired. So fucking tired. I'm just about to <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/faint.gif" width="18" height="17" alt=":faint:" title="I think I've fainted." />.   <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/i/invisible.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":invisible:" title="Invisible" />  I feel to people. Well most people. At first I thought it was a good thing. But after awhile...wait....no....it doesn't bother me any. In a matter of fact...not at all. Sometimes I think I'm fighting myself. Like good and evil side of me are just going at it.   <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/matrixfight.gif" width="91" height="23" alt=":matrixfight:" title="Do not try and bend the spoon ..." />  Trying to kill one another to take control over my useless body. *pokes self* Damn you. I've gone back to <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/ninjameditate.gif" width="22" height="24" alt=":meditate:" title="Ninja meditate before battle..." />  , which is a good thing. That way I can do all the damage I want to myself in my head. Bad...I know, but I just don't give a fuck. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/music.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":music:" title="Music" /> Helps me stay focus at times so that I just don't cry. I can't stand to cry anymore. Not at all. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> It make me sick. Sometimes I have a hard time keeping it together when I'm on the phone with someone. Other times it easy because I just shut down competely. Mainly 'cuz I'm so fucking tired. I just want to <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/surrender.gif" width="33" height="20" alt=":surrender:" title="I surrender!" /> to the sweet nuthings called <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sleep.gif" width="38" height="22" alt=":sleep:" title="Sleep" /> . <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/drool.gif" width="15" height="18" alt=":drool:" title="Drool" /> ... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sleep.gif" width="38" height="22" alt=":sleep:" title="Sleep" /> . I'm so filled with <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rage.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":rage:" title="Rage" /> and :depression: that I don't know what to do with myself. I truly need help. but I don't want it. There's like this huge ( bigger than hell itself) <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/raincloud.gif" width="24" height="27" alt=":raincloud:" title="Grr." /> hanging over me. SO big that it blocks out almost the tinyest rays of light. Luck me that I still have some. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> All I need to is become <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/relaxed.gif" width="40" height="30" alt=":relaxed:" title="Relaxed" /> Really really really<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/relaxed.gif" width="40" height="30" alt=":relaxed:" title="Relaxed" /> . Easier said than done, but It shall get done. <br />
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On a lighter note, I got drunk. Not to the point where I was piss drunk or can't remember shit drunk. I remind you, I was still at work. I just drunk to the point where I couldn't tell hot from cold. Wet from dry. Or people whose there from people whose not. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> I did it for no reason at all. I had asked someone to buy me something to drink and he did. Along with himself. And he drinks. I mean this guy really does drink. Never have I've seen someone down so many shots in my whole life. I mean, this guy could out drink my uncles. And that's saying a lot!  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasticclap.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":sarcasticclap:" title="Oh yeah. Yay. Good for you." /> "Way to go Cierra. Picking a friend whose an drunk." *sigh* Damn Irishmen. <br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/movingon.gif" width="43" height="15" alt=":movingon:" title="Okay... Moving on now..." /> On an even more lighter note, I could be in love. It's not lust, although if he wanted me right here and now, I would not say no. In fact, I'd jump him before he even finished saying what he has to say. THe facts of my love interest will not be told to anyone...shit...already told one person. Well hopefully they'll keep their shitty as mouth close. I'd hate to lose a friend. *ponders* Wait...no I wouldn't. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mwahaha.gif" width="29" height="15" alt=":mwahaha:" title="Mwahahahahahahaha!" />   <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/plotting.gif" width="18" height="20" alt=":plotting:" title="Hmm. Evil plotting in progress." />    <img src="http://e.dev... ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Watch where you tred.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 05:54:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, I'm not in a very good modd anymore. Not like I was in one before. For the past of....forever I've been unhappy. I smile, I laugh, or I'd giggle and play, but deep down I wanted to start running and never stop. That's the only reason why I get on my exercise bike. I pretend that I'm running away, that all my problems are far behind me. Then I get tired 'bout an hour, hour and a half, or two later then it all catches right back up. Sending me near the edge of another break-down. Now, I already had one....and it wasn't pretty. Image if I had another one. It would be far worse than the first. And I do mean far worse. One time I had three in a year...the third was by far the worse of my break-downs. I had hit my mother. *slaps self* Stupid, stupid, stupid move. Stupid, stupid, stupid Cierra. *sighs* I'll never do that again. NEVER! I just can't hold it all in anymore. I can't,...but sadly I must. I am not one whose willing to share "emotion". I guess I can say, ( <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /> now that I've changed some) that showing "emotion" os for the strong, and I'm not that strong yet. Maybe in the future....not anytime near because I hate people and hope that they hate me, but it will differ. <br />
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But there is a reason why I'm on D.A. today. NOt because it's my day off, but because there was this huge car crash. It stopped ten or something cars. The 'it" was a mama' dag. Her pup ran into the road, the owner just placed her hands over her mouth and looked on, but the mother dog was like, "Bitch, I be damned if my only last pup is gonna die today while I'm still living." She leaped in front of this truck, which hit her with it's back end. But wait! It doesn't even end there. She gets back up, the truck owner gets out of his truck to see if she was alright, but as soon as she closed his door, his truck ended up going backwards smashing into the cars behind him. The next thing I knew, while I was diggin' around under the seat for my book that had just dropped, a lil'pup came flying towards the windshield. I looked at it in a daze as it got closer and closer until BAM!!!! right through the fucking windshield it went. I don't know what happened during the time that I was under the chair, but it must've been something. As if that wasn't enough, I got out of the car, looked at my friend Lewis(not really a friend, just using 'im for rides) who was driving and laughed. That's right people, I laughed. You know, "Ah...Hahahahahaha" It started low and then it just got louder.  All the while I was crying. I don't know if those were tears of joy, depression, or sadness. It's gotten to the point where reality and imagation seems to be as one. <br />
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WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?! <br />
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Now I know, that this chould just be matters of the mind, but it can also be matters of the soul, which I've read could be, is worse if it turns out to be true. There has to be a reason why I'm feeling like this. One minute I was happy, the next I was in my room crying. I figure I'll just wait to see if it'll go back into the bottle that I've made for it. "Gotta rub me the right way." SO for now people, watch where you tred, because I will not stop myself from snapping on you. It's the soul purpose of venting. :wink: So watch it or you'll be next. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Da 411 at work</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 07:18:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Working at 'Wal-Mart" beens a stressful....um...forever it seems. I keep asking 'em for my soul back, but everytime they send me back the paper work, it says, in big bold red letters : DENIED!!!. It makes me want to cry. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" />  What's a girl like me to do?! *vanishes* hehehehehe....find me if you can. *Smoke clears* Damn...it cleared too early. Um...*sweat* This is but a dream....but a dream....not working is it. Pussy foot. <br />
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ON a lighter note...I'm shockingly well liked. Who could've believed it? Not even I can. *sighs* Boys...or as they call themselves, "men" are loving the Cierra. Cierra-san still has it going on! I do know how to work it. *Kyane 'work it out' starts to play* Um...*stare* turn the damn thing off. *music stops* I mean these are 'men' in their damn 30ties or 40ties. Who in the hell wants them besides their grandmothers?! Not me! Although....*blush* There are some...well...heh...3 of them that I have interest in. One's very sweet and kind. His name is Theo. He asked me if we could have a cuddle date. I of course said yes, but 'shh..." no one is suppose to know. Gotta keep my image. The other one is just like how I like 'em :rough but soft towards me. His name is Jay. That's just how you spell it. "J-A-Y." Then it's this guy that I just...that I'm just swooned over. His name is Jason. He looks like a serial killer, but the way he just....the way he speaks to me. The curl of his lips when he smiles or talk. The dream gleam he has in his eyes when he talks about art, sports, or anything that he has interest in. *dreamy look* Ahh...Cupid halt pierced my heart with a sword instead of an arrow. *Stare* That does not mean that I'm in love. I'm not! It's no love!...um...it's...it's...LUST! ...well....maybe it's a little more than lust. Just a LITTLE. Nating more and nating less. <br />
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Here's something even more out there. I have a stocker at work. He cleans floors there. At "Wal-Mart" you asses. His name it Lewis Taylor. He's sweet in a weird kinda way. He keeps saying things like, "I'll do anything and everything for you." "You mean a lot to me." "I'm in love with you." "I love you." *Sighs* Things along that line. I don't know what I'm going to do. He gave me a ring. He walked over to where I was stocking last night and handed the ring. Well....he got on his knees, took my hand and placed it on my finger. Then the stupid ass nigga walks the fuck off. I ignored him the whole night. I did however keep the ring. He won't be getting that back. <br />
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Well later on today I'll be out the house again. My manger Chris invited me over to his house so that I can kick his ass in "Need For Speed Underground". Oh, and in Halo 2 and DOA. If you don't know what DOA is...*stare* then get a clue. Well I'm gonna nap before he gets here. I'm wondering what I shall wear? *blushes* I don't like him....well maybe a lil' bit. Bye for now. *Smiles* ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>on hands an knees...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 13:59:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heh....where do I start? Working on a story that I actually think might go somewhere. Well two stories actually. One's a fanfic and da others a ghost story. The first one is an Inu-Yasha fanfic....but I'm thinking about throwing other anime characters from toher shows in it also. Just not sure how I'm gonna make that work. The other is about a ghost who falls in love with a girl. I got the indeal after watching the 1st casper movie. Although I think it's the first. I'm on chapter two and I'm thinking about rewiting that part. Not really happy wit da way I ended it. Not to happy at all. I'm drawing a lot more also. It's just the matter of whether or not I can get enough time to post it up here or not. Most likely will be a not, but that's alright with me. That's all I really have to say. Oh...and I love you guys and what not. I had a dream that my death was near...so I guess that'll say "I love you guys" before....if I di. I'm not counting on it...but just in case. Weird I know. Anywho...Thinking about doing something wild with what money I have. And by the counts...it's a lot. Looking for Mew Mew Power Dvd's if any of you guys know where I can find some. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> Please...help me out here. I want this more than I wanted friend. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crying.gif" width="20" height="17" alt=":crying:" title="Crying" /> I'll even give you guys a sponge bath. Better yet! Your grandfolks or your parents a sponge bath! *twitches* Just help me find those dvd's! ...Again it's Tokyo Mew Mew Power...or just leave out the "Tokyo". Once again...I love you guys, you've all been great...may you live long and be able to find me those Dvd's. Now you don't have to buy 'em for me...although I'd be ever so greatful. (Address: Cierra Edgefield 128 Brandon Road Richmond, Va 23224) Just give me the link to where I can get them from and I'll do the rest from there. Thanies once again. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>W.T.F.?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 08:13:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What the bloodly hell?! I came onto D.A. today and I've found nothing. Sure...the comments I got back and some I've yet to answer, but I did all of that today. Then I look up and notice someting that has shocked me into the state of sadness and utter horror. No one that I've favored has posted any type of art work up on D.A. I nearly cried. Well an tear or two did fall from my eyes, but that was only because a fly flew into it. That shit burned. I ever screamed and ran around and circles. Which by the way is not funny. *glare glare glare* Anywho...that's ok. Maybe they have a life. *sniffle* I want one, but no one will tell me how much they cost. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> Do you know? And being that I'm on a draw itch, I might actually have some art posted up here once I can get it colored by someone else other than me. Oh, and I started a lil'comic thing about me, dragon, and deadly sue. And my Shawn is she behaves. Always acting up is she. Anywho...peace out...with love...D.V. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 22:44:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I realize there is no point it questing for answers anymore. With more answers comes more questions. There's just no point in it. I mean there's a reason for everything. And just becasue I don't know what that reason be, I'm sure someone else in this damned world does. I just wish that I knew. Like such questions on my mind...<br />
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"Why did 9/11 happen?" <br />
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"What was the reason behind it?" <br />
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And in the bible it said that killing yourself..."suicide" was a sin. "For those that jumped out of the twin buildings because they didn't want to did in there, do they go striaght to heaven?"  <br />
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"Hell?"  <br />
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"Is God killing of people for fun?" <br />
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"To make more room for the newborns?"  <br />
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Or "Is the devil winning the war?" <br />
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What about the chaos going on down in N.O.? <br />
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"Are there angles watching over everyone?" <br />
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"Is there enough angels for everyone in the world?" <br />
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"Why did such a bad thing happen to those people?" <br />
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"Is nature striking back?" <br />
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"Is it revenge?"   <br />
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See...so many questions I have that I want answers for. But yet again...answers only bring forth more questions. The cycle never ends. It goes on and on. Who knows when this questing will end. It may go on until the end of time! Luckily for me...the question has come to an end...*sweat* ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>so not funny</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 19:20:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> Today was weird for me. More weird than usually. I cried. Haven't done that in like forever. And I do mean forever. Or at least it feels like forever. Alright...here'ss what happened. <br />
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I'm watching this thing on "HBO" and at first I thought it to be nothing. Just something to watch to take up time. I'm not going to say what it is for two reasons. 1) It's none of your damn business. 2) I doubt you give a rats ass about what I was watching. Anywho...it becomes deep...well it starts off that way, but you guys know me. It takes me time to show emotion. And I started to cry and cry and cry. I mean I couldn't stop. It got to the point where I was having trouble breathing. It was also because of my cold..., but still, I was crying. And in the middle of a sniffle, my mother walks into the living room. You would think her motherly "whatever" would kick in but it didn't. At first i figured since she could barely see me, maybe she didn't see the tears. I was trying my hardest to hold them back, but than again...my brother heard me crying from all the way in his room. Then the evil part of me was like...she doesn't care. She just wants you out or dead as soon a you humanly can. Now...usually this is where the good part of me would start talking...but to know surprise...nothing. Even the middle man didn't say a thing. (The middle man would be the third voice. The voice of you...your true self) So I figured that because I was...am an adult that she thinks I can handle whatever...well almost whatever. Well I got news for her and the rest of the God damn world. I can't. Not even sure if I want to. <br />
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Knowing that I have to...makes me scared. *twitch* Yes...I to have fear. *sighs* Like what I was watching...no one can get use to it. Never. At first I thought...I can. That I will be that 1 of 10 who can, but I can't. I am that weak. That stupid. "Thou holds no pity for the weak." And now...and now I lost it. My spark of life that I had left. For art. Nature. And yes...love. My flame I had for life. God (*Stare* Yes him too. That should explain the crosses I carry)  For people(Or what I had left of it anyways), and for the ones I love. I now feel like I know the true meaning of meaningless. Days ago I taught Jeremiah(youngest brother) A value of life. He stepped on a bug....not enough to kill it. It was a butterfly. One of natures gift of glory. And he was about to take of the wings while it was still alive. I stopped him. Told him not to and gave him reason as to why. Although I told him to wait until it was dead....which I know was crazy and stuoid, but it's me you're dealing with here. If it ain't human, you have no right to cause anyliving thing pain unless it bit you or something. Then again...I'm trying to rethink that. Now...when he saw a bee on the front steps dying, he wanted the stinger and was waiting for it to die. I came out and stepped on it. And told him to bring his silly butt into the house or I was going to hurt him. <br />
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To add on, Woarry, Brandon, and Dante got in a car crash. That didn't help either. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>I shit on you people!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2005 12:22:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ With all this death going on, you would think that people would become a little nicer and band together, but "hell nah!" Bitches! People are always so quick to blame nature....Nature? What the fuck?! People are blaming nature and what not when they should be blaming their own asses. Although it's not right for people to just....die, but it's a way of life. I had a friend....a pen pal over in New Orleans who I haven't heard from since. Hopefully he got out of there in time. My wishes and "prayers" go out to them. <br />
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Damn pussys.....the damn lot of ya'. Mother fucking bitches! <br />
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I was watching what Bush had to say about the soldiers over there trying to help. he said that they were doing a bad job and needs to do better. Some one needs to tell his ass to go grab a damn gun and go over there and let's see what he can do. I can't because they have what I look like at the white house. <br />
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Fucking fuck cock! <br />
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On a lighter note....I'm actually gonna start putting my art work up here now. It'll be in my scraps at first, but at this rate, I'll have 'em up on the page in no time. We'll just leave it all up to fate. <br />
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I found out that life isn't worth living for. It's bascially meaningless. Death....murder...chaos....sure there's life in it. Love...nature...joy, but if you think of it, they all cancel each other out. Pointless right. Why have one and not the other? Why have none? Questions of life that I'll leave God to answer. <br />
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Well I have more to say, but I have to kinda leave right now. I have something I have to do. I'll be back....maybe put one up....we'll just see. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"Guess whose back..."</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2005 14:28:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "guess whose back...back...back...back again...gain...gain...dragon's back...back...back...tell a friend...friend...friend...dragon's back...dragon's back....from Iraq...got some smack..." <br />
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Some of the words are made up, and the rest I got from this cool ass site...toccionline. go there and check it out. Um...just came off from livejournal...missed out on a lot of things so now i gotta catch up. sadly I won't be on da long. I'll leave it along once again like an infant baby. I'm drawing so soon I'll be putting up some of my new art work. Then when that is over...I'll leave like an unwanted guest and come back whenever. *Sighs* OUr new house will be finished in Nov. The sad part about it now my folks will be going to "chruch"...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> of all places...well now i'm going to leave because frankly...I have nothing more to say. Bye. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Heh...small things you haven't noticed</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 17:46:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have you just looked out the window at night and watched the moon no matter how tired you were? <br />
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Sit outside in a park and watch the flowers slowly and peacefully fall off as if they had all the time in the world? <br />
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Have you watched little kids play and flashed back of when you were a little one? <br />
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Watch a candle burn and write poetry in your head? <br />
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Have you walked into the room and see your folks cuddling (Although you want to be the last one to witness such a sight) and you can't help but want to cuddle with someone who loves you too? <br />
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I've done them all and more...I'm starting to get the phase, "Stop and smell the roses". I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I have to slow down. Spend time with those I love...be with those I love. Even though some of them can be asses sometimes. Yet I love them still. I'll miss them still. *Sighs*  It's the small things that makes life worth living...not the big or the things that stands out...the small...the things that you haven't really noticed until it's too late. I get that now...I understand. All it took was someone to yell at me. Someone who I no longer think I'll care for. *Sigh* I say it...but I don't mean it. Why? I treated him like dirt before and now...it's all cahnged. "Life is a box.." My ass. Mine... half way empty glass. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Heh...*Falls out laughing*</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 06:28:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel as if everything is just one big joke now. Like...I donno. No matter what's going on in the world and what people say is funny. I can't help but to laugh. <br />
"A man just got shot" I laugh. <br />
"You're friends don't like you." I laugh. <br />
"Can't see why you are who and what you are." Again...I laugh. <br />
Everything seems to be funny. Now, I don't laugh out loud. I laugh on the inside because I don't want to be hunted down by someone who took offence to it. Although, that too would be funny. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> I don't know. Maybe it's the summer air or the fact that I have nothing else to do but laugh. *Sighs* Well whatever...funny to me is still funny to me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> I'm tired so...whatever. *laughs* ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Chain letters...are real?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2005 18:49:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I no longet like D.C. It sucks ass. And Chain lettes get on my fucking nerves!!!<br /><br />*sigh* Just got back from D.C. So very tired. No one likes me when I'm this way. I sometimes become very bitchy or what not. Whatever my mother says. aNot only that, I'm cranky. And pissed about this bad weekend. Left early on saturday. Was suppose to be back by Sunday morning, but my mother's shitty car broke down. *Shakes head* See, Friday I had a date. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /> Another bad date to remember. With me being 18, I can now search like an adult. Although this world is polluted with assholes, it's gonna take me forever just to find Ms. or Mr. right. Which now I have somewhat given up on. Pitty. Anyway, my weekend would have been fine if it wasn't for those damn chain letters people kept sending me. I tried over and over to tell them not to send me those damn things. Do they ever listen? <strong>NO!!!</strong> Maybe it's all in my head. I think it might be. That are fate is just screwing around with me to see what it needs to do. I know one thing fate can do and it ain't (Yes, using bad english) pretty. Gonna take a hot nice shower. First, learned my lesson, gonna turn off the ac. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> Turn it off I will. Then I'm gonna call Johnny Boi and ask him about this up coming Friday. I might even let him treat me out. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> But that would be wrong and bad of me to do so. To mess around with one's emotions, Why it's just plan out wrong!...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/evileyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":evileyes:" title="Evil Eyes" /> Making it all the more fun. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mwahaha.gif" width="29" height="15" alt=":evillaugh:" title="EVIL Laughter!" /> But I'll try my best not too. Girl scouts honor. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /><br /><br />ZZZZZZZZZZ..... ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Sing a song of joy and...peace?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 11:14:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright, hold off on the joy for one  moment and follow me here. It's a nice  spring day and you're at a very nice  place with a very nice...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/drool.gif" width="15" height="18" alt=":drool:" title="Drool" /> hot..."date".  When another female/male walks by and  your "hot" date watches her/him until  she'he is no longer in your sight. Nor  theirs. You following me? Good. They  turn around as if nothing has happened  and goes on with what they were saying  b4 she/he walked by. Now you were  thinking that this was gonna be a  prefect date. That nothing could go  wrong until God had just proven you  wrong. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> *looks up* Nice one. *sighs*  The "date" is now "over" and he leans  in 4 a kiss. Do you give it to him? Do  you not and just walk back into your  house? No, you move out of the fucking  way and slap his happy-go-lucky-ass  back into reality. Oh, and if that  don't make you happy or pleased, you  push him over the god-damn railing and  he lands his little ass in dog shit.  You walk into the house with a smile on  you face and take a nice long hot  shower...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/drool.gif" width="15" height="18" alt=":drool:" title="Drool" /> And then you climb into you  bed and now you are at peace. *Sighs*  Thus giving you your joy and peace all  in one night. Peace out everyone. I  hope that next time your date goes  better than this one you just had.  *looks up* I swear, that was a good one. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Is it ever about me?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 17:57:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm starting to see that people want me  to do whatever pleases them and not me.  Like I'm their slave. Like it'm a toy  that has to move at their comand. Their  will. Well, not anymore. I'm fucking  through with it. Now it's my time to  mive people around like chess peices.  *evil glare* Let's see if I can make  these people dance. Anywho, I was  surfuring the net for some tattoos. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" />  Yes, I did say it. Tattoos. Gonna get  them I have money from my Uncle P. He's  paying for 'em. Gonna get six of 'em on  the 28th. I just can't wait. I've also  been drawing more. Coloring 'em up on  the pc. Just gotta post 'em up here.  I'll do that soon...hopefully. I've  also been writing. Did something daring  with a recent story I've been writing.  Sent it to a publishing company.  *crosses fingers* Just waiting to hear  back from them. *dances* So far so good  my weekeneds been going. Minus the in  and out of the fucking hospital thing.  That's where I'm at now. On my Uncle  P's notebook. It's a Dell. Well I have  to go now. I'm running up his  batteries. Peace out peoples. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>*Dances*</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2005 19:58:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Can this truly be happening? Can I  truly have a non-forced smile on my  face? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> Yes ladies and gents...girls and  boys....little and tall....it is so. I  may have gotten in trouble today...but  it was fucking worth it. Worth what you  say? The four birthday gifts I've got  from SN and Brandon. Let's just say I  have all the Inu-Yasha men, minus one  and a tee-shirt. *dances* Such joy has  become me! ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>*SIGHS*</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 10:53:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright people, I have good news and I  have bad. And since I wanna have some  fun, I'm going to say the good news  first, and the bad news (I have more  than one) last. <br />
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<strong>Goodnews:</strong> I won't be thinking of  killing myself. Or dreaming of it. Or  daydreaming of it. Or writing about it.  Or having other <strong> SHIT HEADS</strong> talk or  mention it. In fact, I chose not to  think of anything morbid or whatnot. A  waste of my time. <br />
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<strong>Badnews:</strong> I'm going to have to delete  anything and everything that you guys  posted up here. It's way too much to  look at and I'll never look at thim in  time. I have over 2,000 of DA art that  I have to look at. And there is no way  in hell that I can look at the all. So  bye-bye. <br />
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<strong>Badnews #2:</strong> Don't come to me with your  problems until after May15th because I  just won't care. I'll listen, but after  that, you're own your own. I have my  own ordeal that I'm going through right  now. Can't deal with both yours and my  problems. Sorry...wait, no..no I'm not.  <br />
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<strong>Badnews #3:</strong> I'll be spending the summer  up in PA with my cousins. Yeah, it  might sound good, but the reason for  going does not. So no road trip. No  traveling. No nothing. So yeah. It'll  be somewhat fun...I hope. <br />
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Well that's all I have to say for now.  I might not be on for somedays, but  I'll try my best. Bye..and maybe for  good. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>I haven't forgotten: Rant #5</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 10:27:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heh...Saturday was alright. I was home  by myself for some hours. It felt nice.  It felt good. I was truly happy. I felt  at one with the world. Then my folks  came home. And not too long after them,  so did my nosiy brothers. Ruined my  whole day. Did I mention I got up at  4:30 in the morning just to enjoy being  at home by myself? Oh, well I did. I  cooked a really big  breakfast...although I didn't eat it. <br />
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Saturday night would've been good if I  didn't take a long drive to Newport  with my mother. It was a long ass  fucking drive. She got to nagg and fuss  at me the whole way there. No rest  stops! I had to piss real badly too!  Yet she refused to stop! I think my  insides are all messed up now. *clings  to stomach* I went to babysit for my  aunts. As in more than one. Try 4 and  all of them with children under the age  8. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> If it wasn't fot the 4year old, I  would have killed them. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> She did my  hair this morning since I stayed the  night over there. Well nights. She's  really smart and has high hopes and  wishes. I just wonder who will tell her  that what she hopes for and wishes for  will not come true?<br />
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Our family reunion is coming up. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /> Like  I'm happy about that. I won't be going.  Plus it's in Septmber. A month I hate.  I won't be starting school until  sometime in October. *jumps for joy*  Means more time for me to have fun. I'm  not going to the family reunion because  the people I wish to see will be in  college. My cousins. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crying.gif" width="20" height="17" alt=":crying:" title="Crying" /> I rarely see them  now. I talk with them over <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/aim.gif" width="17" height="21" alt=":aim:" title="AIM" /> and msn but  that just isn't enough. Not at all.  Plus one of them is going through some  things and I'm not able to be there for  her. I want so badly to be, but I  can't. My mom said one week in May  shell let me stay with my cousins. For  one week! No school, but I will hav eto  gather my work for that one week. Not  only that, but I know they are going to  stare at me funny there. Just because I  don't "believe". Now I'll repeat this  to everyone once fucking more! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pissedoff.gif" width="40" height="20" alt=":pissedoff:" title="I am PISSED OFF!" /> It's  not that I don't believe...because I  do. I just can't pick a religion out of  a hat. So I choose not to have one.  Plus, theyre no better. Some of them  do drugs or just got out from jail and  doing stuff to get back in. Shit  heads*glance* Danmit people! Get a  damn life! *Pulls out gun and shoots up  photos of family memebers* Now I feel a  little bit better.<br />
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Oh, get this. My family is ignoring me.  Well not my bros, but everyone else.  Theres been a lot of family time  going on around my house. Yep. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> family  time. Just so happens that Im always  out of the house or upstairs doing  whatever. *stare* Not sleep. <strong>*growls*  Not Fucking Sleping!!!</strong> Ive been up.  Ive been around. I mean who has time  to sleep when Im doing house work all  the fucking day!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> I just want to me  loved and not ignored. I feel soblah.  Who cares? Not me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> I never care.  *tear* <br />
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Angeranger has be come me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lol.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":lol:" title="LOL" /> No, Ive  become anger. Its the other way  around. I donno. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> Been to busy <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/work.gif" width="48" height="28" alt=":work:" title="I've got too much work to do." /> to take  notice. My mom had to come out and tell  me that she was mad at me on wensday.  Like I was suppose to care. Was I? I  just figured out, that people tell you  stuff like that because they are  waiting to see if you have something to  say. Something to get rid of their  anger. Heres a hint, Get the fuck  over it. Maybe thats rudemaybe  thats mean.maybe thats being selfish  or not thinking of others  feelingsnoI think it is. Im use to  the anger and the hate. Its part of my  lifenow and forever. Well maybe not  forever because some heads will roll if  they step to me the wr... ]]></description>
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                <title>*Waves gun* I'm gonna...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 10:06:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am thinking wheather or not to pull  the trigger. Should I? I think I  should. I'll be cleaning the earth a  bit. Making it a little safer. You?  What will you be doing? Maybe it'll be  the same thing you're doing no 20 yrs.  from now. You'll never change. No one  will change. All of ya' are flithy  slime. *Sits down and places gun on the  table* Sorry, there is just people  crowding around me. I feel caged. I  need air. I need air. *Drinks water*  That's all I can drink now is water.  And milk, but I really don't drink it  unless I'm eating cereal. It doesn't  taste so good by itself. I don't know,  I haven't been taking my pills like I  am suppose to. I don't havee that much  left and I can't get a refill until  this month is over. :Cries: That's what  I get for rushing in the morning. Never  again. But I do have these replacement  pills. Nothing really pig. They're just  to keep me calm and relaxed all the  time. Yet they too also put me on the  edge. Or the center line where I anger  faster than I ever did before. Or where  I can become happy just 5secs. from  being mad. Those things are strange to  me. I love spring, but the "dress-up"  is now over. LB, I'll wash your skirt  first and give it to you on Monday.  *Yawns* I've been ignore my house hold  duties since Sunday. Mom just now fused  at me this morning for it when Debbie  pointed it out. I didn't know it was my  turn to cook diner last night. If I  did, I might've cooked it. Oh well, you  can't have everything. Yet I want  everything? Not like this and that. But  everything like love and  friendship...stuff like that. Maybe  it's small thinking. Or maybe it's not  thinking. I don't know. Oh well. I'm  still the same o'me. At least...on the  outside. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 11:50:30 PST</pubDate>
                
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                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Can it be so?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2005 18:09:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *Sigh* I feelblahno, not blah,  relaxed. Like the weight of the world  has been lifted off of my shoulders.  Im no longer mad at the world. My  friends. Im happy. Glad. Maybe its  because of the weather. Spring  approaching. Or that I well my  cousins, found my happy pills  Yesterday. No longer angry or pissed. I  cant say so much for begin depressed  because when Im by myself. When Im  alone. These thoughts (not good) pass  through my mind making me sad. Other  than that I feel happy. Not just  happynot even happy happy. Somewhere  in between. A place of peace. Of  solitude. I feel as if my body and soul  are one. It could also be because of  this cd Im listing to called Quiet  Moments. Its very good. Its very  relaxing. Ive been writing more, only  when I start, its harder for me to  stop or slow down. I even added more  to some; and I do mean some; of my  plays. The one with Mick Daniels and  Nathalia. Man, when I posted scene  1through 5 on the net, people email me  wanting more. Now they can have it.  Man, Ive never felt this good. Never  felt so at peace. Or for that matter,  at war with God. Although, home life  aint (Thats right, I used aint. You  damn wankers) all that good. Not good  at all. Has it funny or good moments,  but still its very upsetting. Almost  enough to make me turn my back on this  feeling, but I wont give up, I wont  give in. Dont bother to ask what,  why, or whose it about , its none of  your damn business. *Clears throat*  Gotta work on my rage. But I just dont  care about that right now. Yay! Watched  some Asian films all of last night.  Until early this morning. I didnt even  feel tired! Not once at my school did I  feel tired. I thank my cousins (in my  mind not out loud. Sorry, I dont do  that type of stuff). I guess then being  here has also put me in this mood. What  will happen when they leave? *Shakes  head* Were not going to think like  that. No, Ill worry and deal with the  now. Not the later. Not the future, the  now. *Sighs in the ought most  happiness* Oh, sorry to those who Ive  been bitchy too. I tend to get they  way when Im pissed at the world or  God. Still a little angry wit da  man/woman, but the past is the  pastright? Yet for those who were  being bitchy back or acting like an  ass, *Stare* they know who they are(<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> I  dont, I wasstill ambusy with my own  self) Im not sorry. Well, maybe a  little because I mighta got you like  that or what not, but still, I donno. I  would say sorry to someone like I dont  know<strong> Jonathan</strong>, but Im not because Im  not speaking to you. So nah! Anyway,  those dreams of me dyingI still have  em. Im just always young  in them and  my best friend (yes you LB) is always  the one killing me. Well not always,  just most of the time. But the one I  had yesterday, I fought for my life.  Like I actually wanted to live. *Falls  out of chair laughing* Yeah right. If  the chance presented itself, I would  die for it. LOL. Man, Im stupid. Maybe  its a change Im going through. Maybe  its a change I need to go through.  Before, changed scared me. Well not  scared me, but I would of never  welcomed it with open arms. Yet nowI  want it so badly. I want to forever  stay this way. To always smile for no  or give my mom a hug or kiss out of the  blue. To actually cook and not hate it  (*stare* Yes I can cook). To walk by  people and not wait for them to say  hi. I love this new me. Im writing  poems about love or the kindness of  nature. Stuff like that. My stories  arewelltheystayed the same.  Hmmanyway, its cool. I love to sing  now. Sometimes I catch myself singing  out in public. Or even dancing! Its  wonder! *Stare* Who ever damn nears  mess this up for me I would hate you  with the fire of thousand suns. Not  only that, I would make you life living  hell or worse. Trust me, you dont want  to fuck with this chick. *Big grin*   Now, Like I was saying, I can finally  smile ant there be some meaning behind  it. <strong> Some meaning </strong>. I got to go now, I  was going to cook tonight, but my  cousins want to treat me out so I wont  be doing any cooking. At least not  till Thursday.  Im going to go and  listen to my Quiet Moments cd. Its  A soulful blend of guitar and ocean.  My physicist gave it to me. I know see  her once ever week. *Twitches* But its  ok!!! *Twitches* I*twitches* like her.  *Twitches then hits self in the gut*  And a pretty big gut I have. LOL. There  I go again, being silly and actually  loving it. Well, ciao ciao for now. ~.~ ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Yo', I got this problem</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 18:05:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey peoples, how's it going? I was  taking online quizes...today..again. I  can't help it. I have a problem that I  can't seem to control like all my  others. I don't know what to do. Maybe  I do, but I'm just to damn addicted to  it to take action. *Gets on knees* For  that, I am sorry. People were signing  off and on and I was so drawn into  these quizes that I didn't even take  notice. Even SN who I was talking, I  kinda...well did stop talking to her  because of those quizes. *Slices off  hand* Maybe this will work. You think?  Sorry SN and whoever signed on to chat  with me. *Bows* Very sorry. I'll do  better next time. No more online  *twitches* quizes *twitches* for me.  *forces on a grin* Man, I think I'm  just going to take quiz then sign off.  *Clings to chair* No! I must sign off  now! *gives up* I'm too weak. I'm not  strong enough to stop taking these damn  quizes. Will I grow old and still be  doing this? I need you guys help.  Before it's too late. Please, do not  say block quiz sites because I always  find a way around it. It's very easy.  Just give me hints on how to stop. Tips  even! Please! Or may <strong>God</strong> damn your soul  to the pits of <strong>HELL!!!</strong> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>God who?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 18:00:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I took a step backwards. A little bit  hope left, but not enough to keep  holding on. Not enough to keep living.  I have this book full of qoutes and  it's very good. Very enlighting. I'm in  love with this book. It's my holy  bible. *HUgs it* Yet, oddly, I want to  spread the love of this book around.  Usually when I have a good book, I want  to keep it to myself. *Hits self in  head* Gotta learn not to be selfish.  I'm such a bad person...at time. :wink:  I was feeling very happy. Very, happy  happy I guess you can say, but these  events took place making me step  backwards. Reaching my true peace. My  true self and I lost it again. So as of  now, I'll be focusing more on me. Or at  least trying. God will not take this  away from me. I'll die first before he  does. So until then, "God who?" ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Since Rant Four</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 19:26:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Since rant four, I've gotten help. <strong>  Unwanted</strong> help. But I'm cool with it...  I guess. The sucidal thoughts are gone  for now. *dances around* Yay. Working  on a new play. Got to scene six...then  I lost it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> Ah, but who cares. Anyway,  I'm doing just alright. Could be  better, but dued to "people" I'm pretty  lacking in the happy department. But  I'm getting there. I have my silly  moments which keep my in check. And the  people who somewhat care for me. I'm  feeling loved. I just hope the feeling  don't fade. *Clings onto now* I drew  something too, but i sent off to my  cousin because she needed it more than  I do. "I hear for you JT!" That's my  nickname for her. Anyway, Jabri(sp?)  asked my a really good question one  day. "How come you don't look so  depressed?" Or someting along that  line. The answer, very simple. Because  if you look sad or show any emotion  other than "happy"; people will crowd  you to figure out whats wrong. And I  for one, hate people. They don't even  have to like you. Luck for me...I care  for those I know. *glances to the left,  than to the right* To some piont. If  push comes to shove, I won't mind  droping a friend in a heartbeat. "Cold,  Cierra." Well, I guess I missed the  part where I was suppose to give a  damn. Something else good happened to  me also tonight. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" /> But I'm going to drop  it on people like a bomb. Although most  of 'em won't care. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> Oh well. Their not  going to stop me. And it's this one  single thought that keeps popping into  my head. I'm not going to say what it  is, but I'm hoping it'll go away before  someting bad really does happen. O.o  Anyways, that's all i have to say now.  I have more, but JB just called and has  someting <strong> "important</strong> to say. Peace out  and me cares for you all. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>...rant #4? (rant 3 is with 2)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2005 14:09:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong> Mood:</strong> :roll eyes: you tell me<br />
<strong> Watching: </strong> Home videos of my Birthdays<br />
<strong> Listing to:</strong> Moulin Rouge Soundtrack <br />
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I use to look so happy. *sigh* I dont  know what to call this journal. What do  you think I should call it? Alright,  heres the just of how Im feeling.  Sad, ignored, alone, pissed, depressed,  unloved, and hated (Which really isnt  a bad thing <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shrug.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":shrug:" title="Shrug" /> ). Maybe its just the  negativity going around. I dont know.  I just havent been happy since I lost  my happy pills. They use to make feel  horny like a jackrabbit, but now,  without them, I feel like jumping off a  bridge. :Crying: I lost them. Now what  am I to do? I could just go on living  with my life and pretend there is  nothing wrong with me*stare* but there  is a lot of things wrong for me. Yet  that is for another time. And  everything Im writing has been about  death or someone I know dying in my  arms (Which I will soon post in DA <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" width="17" height="15" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" /> ) I  just have to <strong>think </strong> happy. But how? I  feel like any moment Im going to burst  into flames! I cant hold on any  longer. I cant keep quiet! Yet I have  too. I havent a choice. No one wants  to hear what I have to say or see what  Im going through. A waste of peoples  time I am. I feel like my matters are  trivial to that of others.  No one can  help me even if they tried. Just ask my  physiatrist (Although, not the same  one). Its going on 7 years now and Im  still seeing her.  *shakes head* I felt  like crying one day, but when I passed  my reflection in the mirror I smashed  it and shrugged it off. I should of  cried. I mighta felt a lot better if I  did. Yet I promised to myself, the only  way I was ever going to cry was if it  dealt with someone else other than me.  And Im going to stay true to that.  Ill see to it. Not one that, Ive been  picking up the most weight around the  house. From cleaning to cooking and to  seeing that my brothers are in bed on  time. Its a stress and its all the  stupid bitches fault. Just a little  longer. Thats what I got to keep  telling myself that. See, my folks have  to work late<strong> very </strong> late. The reason  behind it doesnt matter. Well, thats  all I have to say. Peace up. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Would this be rant #2?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2005 13:56:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Debbie's being a whore again. Even  though she's always been. I donno,  maybe it's just me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> It's just me. But  I wasn't dreaming or making it up when  she stepped to me. Nope, not at all. I  could see if I really did it. (Blamed  me for opening up her mail). Yet I  didn't. I was playing a game on the XB.  Minding my own business when she came  storming in. Little bitch that she is.  SShe's just mad that she got her ass  kicked. (For those who don't know,  Debbie is my sister and on Wensday, she  got her ass kicked). You would think  that she'd act different, but she  doesn't. I guess she's got used to  getting her ass beat. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mwahaha.gif" width="29" height="15" alt=":evillaugh:" title="EVIL Laughter!" /><br />
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Let me ask you this, how can something  so good be so bad? I donno. I mighta  grown out of it, but I grew out of it  all too fast. Maybe M is right. Maybe  it's all in my head and these problems  or thoughts aren't real. Maybe I have  to learn to jus let go. *sighs* I use  to love to <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/ninjameditate.gif" width="22" height="24" alt=":meditate:" title="Ninja meditate before battle..." /> and now I can't. I can't  even stay focus anymore. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /><br />
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I got picked for this thing. Really  cool thing. It mighta been because of  this poem I entered or what not.  Anyway, the awards thing is this  Tuesday ate 6. Good right? Wrong. ZMy  mother refuses to just shut up about  it. Telling all of her friends and  everything. Going on and on about it.  Maybe it's because of this is one of  the things that make her proud of me.  Minus the fact that I do most of the  cleaning around the house. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/laughing.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":laughing:" title="Laughing" /> <br />
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Man, this seems like a very long rant.  Is it just me? I'm trying to keep  everything in my life simple so that I  won't or others won't ask that annoying  question, "Why?" Just something about  that word pisses me the hell off.  Maybe....<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /> again, it's just me. *hits  head* It's all in my head. It's all in  my head. It's all in my head. It's all  in my head. *screams*<br />
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Moving on, I think I'm going to show a  lot of ...what's that word, oh yeah,  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sarcasm.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":sarcasm:" title="Hahahahaha. No." />  to the world. You know. Because if it  seems like I care, something bad or  wrose always happens to me, but if it  seems like I don't care, something good  happens. I could care deep inside.  *Knocks on chest* Of course once I gain  some insides. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/laughing.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":laughing:" title="Laughing" /> <br />
Got mu SAT scores back. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crying.gif" width="20" height="17" alt=":crying:" title="Crying" /> this one is  better. I'm a little proud of myself.  Just a little. Not trying to get to  cocky like most of the people I know.  *Sighs* Pity.<br />
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I'm think about going into law  enforcement. I want to save lives and  not of any I know. Also so that I can  get a rush when I do it. When I told my  mom, she freaked out. I mean <strong> Freaked  out</strong> I never seen her so worked up b4.  Ok, maybe I have when my Stepdad was  talking about getting a gun...and  another pet. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/laughing.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":laughing:" title="Laughing" /> My stepdad was proud that  I was following in his footsteps. (He  himself worked for the law, but he  retired from that job and picked up  another trade). <br />
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Also, I'm starting to think that people  are stupid and aren't worth my time.  Shame really. Kinda happy that's it  happening 'cause I can be cold about  something towards some one and feel  very happy within myself. Than again,  it's also a bad thing..isn't it. Oh  well.<br />
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I had plans for Monday for me and LB to  hang out woth each other over my house,  but because some things have happened,  it's been called off. I've tried(only  once because I was busy. To call her  and tell her, but no one picked up. I  would try and call h er today, but my  mother to our phone out of the room to  that stupid bitch who I share it with.  It's kinda upsetting. Really it is. But  in a way...I donno. I wanna say I'm mad  about it. At the time my mother told me  I was, but now, I'm kinda...how do you  say, going with the flow of things.  Maybe God has something in store for me  like killing Debbie and I'm to be there  to see. <img src="http:... ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>...I donno, I guess a rant #1</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2005 09:44:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Moods:</strong> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/devilish.gif" width="15" height="16" alt=":devilish:" title="Devilish" /><br />
<strong>Listening to:</strong> Classical Mix<br />
<strong>Watching:</strong>People act stupid<br />
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This is a rant because I'm pissed and  depressed. It's not a hate rant so if  you take this the wrong way then you  are an ass and should be shot. If not  shot then hung. Either way, you'll die  painfully. <br />
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I hate it when people look for me to  answers like I know them. Most of the  time, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> I do, but other times I do not. <br />
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I hate it when people get all pissy  over a name! Get a damn life and move  on! I swear, if I had a dollar for  everytime someone got mad because I  called them a name or made fun of them  I'd be "Richie Rich."<br />
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Just because I don't ask you what's the  matter doesn't mean I don't care.  Sometimes, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /> And other time times, I  just don't give a damn! If you don't  tell me what's wrong, I am not going to  ask. Why should I? <br />
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If I'm reading and you come and take my  bookaway, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/evileyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":evileyes:" title="Evil Eyes" /> You better start running  because if I don't get it back within  the second you will be dead within the  hour.<br />
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I still have more I have to say. This  little rant didn't even calm me down  not one bit. *Lays down* I'll have to  go, but I will finish this. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Let's bring "Problem #1" to an end</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 15:37:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright, I haven't talked to her since  school and I'm kinda worried. I'll get  over it of course, but if something  goes bad and she gets hurt, I'm out for  blood. :twisted: Anyway, that is no  longet my problem to worry about. It is  now in "God's" hand. *stare* That's  right I said it and don't even ask why  because you ain't getting an answer.  I'll have a problem #2 for you sickos  later. Not right now. I have to get a  hold on it first. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Problem #1</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2005 09:36:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was talking to me doctor yesterday.  Oddly enough, my mother forgot to  metion that I had a doctors'  appointment on the 21st of this month.  I wonder how that must've happened.  *ponders* Anyway, she believes that my  sickness is brought on my stress and  maybe some other things. So when I go  in, I'll be having a "blood work" done.  My respond, "What the bloody hell?!"  Anyway, I was very sick yesterday that  I had to leave school early. I mean, I  wasn't able to fuction and it felt like  I was dying. Sadly, I didn't. Anyway,  that is not the reason for this  journal. <br />
*sighs* I have this friend and she is  going to have a baby. But she doesn't  want it. She wants to have an...I can't  say it, but hopefully you get the  picture. I don't know what to do and  she is so depressed about it. I want to  help her, but I can't. Nothing I say is  making her feel anybetter. So now, I  feel like shit. SWo what sould I do?  This is problem #1. ]]></description>
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                <title>SB39</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2005 05:17:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *dances around* "Give it to me baby" 24  to 21. We kicked their asses. My team  kicked the Eagles back into the nest  they came from. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mwahaha.gif" width="29" height="15" alt=":evillaugh:" title="EVIL Laughter!" /> Now something I can  feel! "Victory!" And it "Feels so good"  Now I'm not so depressed. I'm still  depressed and all, but not so much  anymore. A little happy I guess you can  say. *sigh* So depressed I just want to  curl into a ball and never come out of  it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> Why must I be so weak? So soft?  Why? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sneeze.gif" width="25" height="16" alt=":sneeze:" title="Ah... ahh.. ACHOO!" /> And on top od that, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sneeze.gif" width="25" height="16" alt=":sneeze:" title="Ah... ahh.. ACHOO!" /> I'm  sick...again. In only three ways. *Goes  back dancing* But I'm still happy for  NE. *hugs a poster of the team* And I  shall always be happy if they win...  *stare* um...*looks both ways* I'll  still be happy if they...it  they...*cough* anyway, "Th-th-th-that's  all folks" ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>S. A. T. day sucks</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2005 13:33:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate that damn thing. Trying to  figure out how smart you are or whether  or not you are ready for college. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cries.gif" width="23" height="15" alt=":cries:" title="Waaaah!" /> I'm  ready for everything. Just bring it on!  Bring it you asses! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/devilish.gif" width="15" height="16" alt=":devilish:" title="Devilish" />  *clears throat*  Anyway, that test made me think a lot  on the way home. Like how i'm slowly  dying. Not really, speaking  metophoicly(sp). Everythin' i once  desire and everythin' i wanted is  fading a way. I wish not to have it  anymore. *sighs* Maybe it's just me or  maybe I'm slow. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crying.gif" width="20" height="17" alt=":crying:" title="Crying" /> I'll get over it. I  always do, but I'm now starting to  think that maybe keepin' it all in  inside is a very bad thin'. I guess I  just don't want to dump my problems on  other people. They have their own shit  to deal with, they don't need to deal  with mines. Well anyway, that's it for  now. I won't be on DA for a while. I  will be on tomorrow, but after that,  not until the end of this month.  Outtie. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>...pt.2</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2005 20:26:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ not so depressed anymore. I talked to  lostblossom so i'm set. i'm still  depressed, but not so much right now. i  do however feel like doing something  art like. drawing maybe. or writing.  one or the other. i'll let you guys  know later on. peace up... ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>...hi</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2005 11:54:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been so tired lately, but I'm  getting enough sleep. Or more sleep  then I usually do. I'm also depressed  and happy at the same time. I can't say  why...or is it because I won't. I'll  get over it as a usually do...but this  time I know it's going to leave a  scar...a big one. Cutting right deep  into my heart. *yawns* gonna go take  "another" nap. outtie. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>"What's this? What's this?"</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2005 13:53:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yo' people. Sorry that i haven't been  answering your comments and stuff...i  just got too many of 'em so hopefully  i'll get to yours. <br />
 On pressing matters, someone sent me a  dozen roses today. I don't know from  who, but it was kind of 'em. It did  freak me out a little...well a lot. It  read, "We met in school last year.  Although this year has yet to changne.  You have very pretty eyes. You were  always able to make me laugh. Even when  I was down. Here are a dozen roses just  for you. Hope you write back soon.  [e-mail address here]" and it was sign,  "Your secret lover". Dude...i was just  about to lose my mind when i read it.  My sister thought it was sweet(*stare*  she is no longer with is)...which it  was, don't get me wrong. But sending me  flowers....roses even(don't like roses)  and not giving me a name is rude and  unjust. At least in my books. I don't  know, maybe i'm just not a romantic. <br />
 Another pressing matter, I hate the  damn snow and ice. I hate 'em! Don't  ask me why, because i really don't know  why. I mean, it looks so peaceful when  it's still. When it makes a beautiful  landscape. It is, but other then that,  I hate it. Mostly because I hate the  cold. But then again, who doesn't? No,  I mean it, who desn't hate the cold? <br />
   Well, that is all I have to say for  now. I'll say something later...maybe.  Stay safe and warm people. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Yawns</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2004 12:37:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hmm...me so tired. So very tired. I  have to sleep more. I have to sleep  period. Also eat more. I haven't eaten  in a while. *stomach growls* Ok ok, I  heard you the first time. Anyway, I'm  feeling better...then I did in my  journal entries before this, and  hopeful it won't change. I don't have  anymore to say. *bows and leaves* ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>eh?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2004 15:23:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *Takes gun and shots self in head*<br />
<br />
That's what I'm going to do once  someone hands me a gun. Well...when  josh hands me a gun. If he hand me a  gun. Just end my life before it carries  on any more and become even more like  dog shit. I've gotten my life to cat  poo. *Looks up into the sky* That  should at least count for somethin'! My  mom said to me yesterday, "Cierra, is  everything alright? You seem kind of  dark, kind of withdrawn." All I did was  look at her, shot her an evil glare and  went back to sleep. (She woke me while  I was sleeping...soundly...for a  change...almost 8 full  hours...ruin...by her.) I guess I  should look on the bright side. *Looks  on the bright side* Wait, there is no  bright side! Maybe...if I ...cr...cry,  I'll feel much better. Nah, don't think  so. Crying is such a waste of time.  Maybe if I at least pretend to "seem"  happy. Nah, because them when it's all  over, I'd be all bitchy. Although  there's enough of that going on now.  *Bangs head on table* I've been writing  a lot of poetry lately. Very dark ones.  Some about suicide. Mrs.D...she read a  couple of 'em. She was not pleased. I  think...nope, I know she thinks me  crazy and wouldn't be surprised if I  was in the news one day. I wouldn't  even be surprised. So I say this for  all to read..."I need help." There, I  said it. I need a change for the better  of mankind. And if not for the better  of mankind, then for the better of me.  Which I doubt will happen. Oh, well.  *Tries ro cut self...with a spork* "I  know stupid, but It was the only they  had in the lunch room. Yes, yes, yes, I  tried to cut myself with a spork during  lunch. So what! What are you going to  do about it?! Nothing! Just as I  thought. Useless!" (By te way, I'm  talking to my inner self) What else can  I say. It's wendsday. :nods I hate  fucking wendsday's now. Oh...the  Arbby's that was in front of my house  is no longer there. *Cries* Now what am  I suppose to eat after two weeks of  lunch money. Man, I'm going to miss  their combo meals. T_T their cheese  fries. I'll get over it...sooner or  later. Well, I'm gonna end it here.  J.B. and I are emailing eachother back  and forth and he has a problem he wants  help with...again. So now I must direct  my attention towards him. Yet I shall  return...maybe not. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Fuck This!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2004 12:40:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Fuck this! I'm not ignoring my  emotions. Don't really need 'em. I  don't think I do. Emotion is all in the  head. And for one I'm tried of feeling  left out, ignored, let down, pissed the  hell off, and/or depressed. It's time I  take over my own so called "emotions"  and trash 'em. Although, I alread did  trash me emotions. It feels good to be  me again. Stealing from my folks  without a care in the world. Laughing  at homeless guys so that they can hear  me. Being ruthless even though God is  watching me. Oh, I found something out  that I think is pretty cool. The human  flesh taste very good. I like it a lot.  Well I gotta go. My is rushing me off  the computer. Bye. ^_~ ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>...*sighs*</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2004 10:24:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My happy days are all swinging down  hill. I want to say I why...I need to  say why, but I'm not. It's just a smile  that I put on my face which means  nothing. I front line to lower down  people's gaurd until the second line is  ready. I'll get over it. I always do. I  just wish...I just want the world to  die. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>good</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2004 10:51:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ :nods: Feeling a lot better now. :nods:  a lot better. Me so happy. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>me...unhappy</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2004 14:46:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This week has been horrible. I hate it.  Gosh, I was gonna cut myself today.  Luckily I don't do that anymore. I bit  myself instead...to the point I started  to bleed. I feel stupid. It's something  I do now when I feel like cutting  myself. *sweat* Thant and when  something is bothering me...I kinda  of...suck on my...thumb. Anywho, I'm  just fucked up right now. Well, not  this week, but the last two days have  been bad. I could just die. But I don't  wanna die. *cries* I don't know what to  do. I'm so confused, so pissed-off, and  so depressed. *screams and pulls out  hair* I'm gonna go and lay down...and  hopefully (*stare* unlikely to happen.)  get so sleep. Peace out. And thanks to  all of those who read this. Much  love...Much love. ]]></description>
                <author>~DragonVamp</author>
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                <title>Blah</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2004 10:53:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I so not feeling well...at all. T_T One  day, I'll be who I want to be. Who I  need to be. When I want to be. But  until then, *rolls up in a ball in a  dark corner* I'll just stay right  here...and weep. Hey, can you pass me a  bucket so that if I need to use the  bathroom I can. LOL ]]></description>
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