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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2005|03:19 pm]
deanna marie

new l-j!!!!!!

go add it.
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(no subject) [Feb. 20th, 2005|11:25 pm]
deanna marie

Friend's Only

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comment to be added if you aren't already.
also post your middle name.
favorite cereal.
favorite disney movie.
what color socks your wearing..
just to make sure you're sweet enough for my friend's list
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god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.. [Feb. 14th, 2005|05:04 pm]
deanna marie
[mood |coldcold]
[music |such great heights ♥ iron and wine]

new york with my one and only karissa ann(e) was SOO fun..
will post picture's later.

today's valentines day

leave me an anonymous comment that would make me feel more loved.

deanna marie
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(no subject) [Feb. 10th, 2005|09:41 pm]
deanna marie

munnzz186: I had to go to the rink and watch Izzy's hockey so I totally missed the OC
munnzz186: but...
munnzz186: I did see seemore knox in a pair of very tight sweatpants!
FatallyyGorgeous: hahahahahaha
munnzz186: weird but sexy

i lvo egrace ivers munro
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(no subject) [Feb. 10th, 2005|04:53 pm]
deanna marie
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |bright eyes ♥]

it's my party I can cry if I want to....Collapse )
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(no subject) [Feb. 9th, 2005|08:43 pm]
deanna marie
It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you
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(no subject) [Feb. 7th, 2005|08:16 pm]
deanna marie
word on the street is adler has a crush on this fly ass chica named Deanna. ♥

((i heard she's a loser though))
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(no subject) [Feb. 6th, 2005|08:17 pm]
deanna marie
My birthday is in 3 days, there really is nothing I want, other than that one thing I can't have.
Everyone can yell at me and say "he's a jerk" or "you deserve better" but you really aren't a jerk, quite simply the only flaw in you is not even really a flaw, it's just simply the fact that you don't like me which could be because you are 14 .. turning 15 in a few months, while i'm just 12 turning 13 in 3 days.. and no matter how much that shouldn't matter,
it still does.

Because when everyone asks me "ohh what do you want for your birthday?" i'll say "oh that one new cd" or "that cute sweater" or "Dance Dance Revolution of course" but what I really want is you. Whenever I watch movies I think "why can't that happen to me".. I just lay awake on my floor counting the specks on my ceiling feeling the emptiness next to me..i trace my fingers along the rug. imagining you next to me. I so badly want you there next to me, just feeling your hand in mine and the room filled with sound of our slow heavy breathes and just thoughts spilling out of our mouths.
but not thinking.
just feeling.
when we couldn't think of anything else to say it would still never be awkward, we'd just listen to the ticking of the clock, and the little noises you never hear unless it's "silent".. when you learn there is no such thing as pure silence. I'd count teh seconds between your steady heartbeat, then the milliseconds between the energizer bunny thumping in my chest..
it keeps going..
and going..
and going..
and i just cross my fingers and hope that our moment would keep going.. and going..and going. I know it will though, because there is something about the clashing scent of cologne and perfume, the cotrasting calm deep breaths, and the nervous gasps cut short by my shivering.. even though my nerves were acting as if an axe murderer was on my trail everything would seem perfect and calm
with you there it would feel like a perfect forever..
which i want so badly because when i'm all alone..

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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2005|08:17 pm]
deanna marie

screw friend's only.
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your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures. [Jan. 17th, 2005|06:01 pm]
deanna marie
[music |nothing better ♥ the postal service]

this is the result of thinking about everything that has happened since last april. since the first time I ever formally met you, before then I simple knew of you, but from that day on I could easily pick you out of a crowd.. this is me knowing that you were anything but a bad thing. you are simply not interested. and quite simply could be one of the best friends I have. this entry will quite frankly spark a slew of anonymous comments rambling about how I will never ever get you. they won't get the point of this entry though. the point of this entry is getting over you, not proclaiming how much I hate you but nwever ever meaning it which I have done way too many times before. but learning to appreciate all you are to me. because that is not more than a friend.

this is the result of hours of thinking and drinking hot tea. this is my realization that for once in the longest time I am happy. I thought about all the bad things from last year that I am finally letting go. You of course are not one of the many people that fall into my category of things to let go. My ridiculous "obsession" with you however should feel right at home there among friends who never really cared and nights where I wore too much eyeliner because i thought it made me look "hotter".

this is the result of me meeting him. I never even liked brown eyes. I liked your eyes, but they simply do not cut it next to his blue ones. I really could have a chance with him. A month ago I would never even consider someone else. I held onto the idea that if I liked anyone else I would ruin my chance with you. I was holding on to something that didn't even exist.

this is the result of writing quite a few entries before this, but deleting them seconds after I posted it because it didn't really say what I wanted it to say. I never really am all that eloguent at getting out what's on my mind. especially when that something on my mind has to do with you. I tried writing what I wanted to say in my real journal. I even started typing you a letter on my typewriter that I'd never ever send. I decided a livejournal entry would do the trick though. I will be able to have the closure of knowing you probably saw this. Yet the comfort of knowing you probably skipped over it because it was so long.

this is the result of my procrastination yet I always get around to what I have to do,
for months and months I've put it off but this is me finally getting over you.

♥ deanna marie.
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