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Stephanie Gracia


Last Updated: 11/29/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 23
Sign: Virgo

City: Bacliff
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 10/26/2005

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February 5, 2009 - Thursday 

Category: Blogging
so you wondering what i have gotten into this time. well of course you are you were curious enough to open this:) well about 2 weeks ago i let Will get Guitar Hero...i thought there is no way i will like it. so him and tracy started to rock out on it one day and i watched for a bit. i got brave and played while everyone was at school and work and found i really like it. so i have joined the house in playing like all the time now.....today i got braver still and tried out the vocal section!!!!! OMG it has some cool shit. ok so that and sims for pc have taken control of all my free time. lol you thought i was on drugs didn't you.......for shame.......:)

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July 21, 2008 - Monday 

Category: Writing and Poetry
what posses a heart to love? what event lead us to so willing give our hearts to another? today's love means nothing more then a drop of dew on a weathered flower the world has turned it's eyes away from. the world has made love into a mere word uttered from lips who could not know it's true meaning. for love should be a bond unbreakable by any trial or demon we may encounter. we enter into love unaware and unsure of where it will leave us. frivolously we squander what should have been treasured the most. a silent force binding two souls to one another. what do any of you know of love? it is not the time we share or the physical endeavors we embark on. it is simply this; seeing the light of angels in anothers eyes, or maybe it is the unbearable feelings of despair when we are separated. but it is almost certain to be confused with lust. one thing is inevitable: that one day your love may not be returned. you will be left just as you were found only posseing a profound knoledge of another persons life. you will experience pain unlike any you have ever felt, and pray to the gods it is only a nightmare. the thing about true love is that it can make you shine with the intesity of a million stars, or it can lead to your total and utter demise. and knowing all this has only left me wanting more. 
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February 6, 2008 - Wednesday 

Category: Writing and Poetry










An artist sits in the light of the blue moon, staring at the work shop where she seems to create new puppets straight from her head. Dangling from the rafters are many smiling faces, her children, and friends.

 Her mind wanders to a world no one else can see. A utopia all for her, where the worries of the world can touch her. There she meets a bright new friend. The girl looks dark and maybe a little sad but as time went by the artist learns that she is not so morbid, in fact she loves life and all kinds of natures wonders.

 When the artist comes to from her day dream she remembers the loving words they exchanged. She begins to carve. long into the night she strives to achieve the perfect body form, the most beautifully painted eyes and lips, only the darkest house hair would do, and the finest black silk for her dress. When she was done the sun was rising. Her new friend had come to life and she moved the wooden planks to make her dance with ease. The artist admires her dream come true then places her on a shelf.

Now off to bed exhausted, all the energy and passion released into her puppets, she does not even bother to sweep up the saw dust or straighten mangled strings. Once asleep she returns to her secret place in search of her new found companion. Only to find she was gone. The artist waited in her dream land for what seemed like an eternity. Why would she run away? Had she done something wrong?

When she a woke, distort from the dream, she returned to the work shop only to find strings.....all her puppets, family, friends had clipped away the strings and were gone. as she runs her fingers through the forest of swaying nylon it dawns on her...she gave the life, she made them dance, she made then run, and when they preformed with her they cried, laughed, sang, and died. But the bottom line was she made them do it. Now she is alone. Sitting in her shop she sheds a tear and mutters into the air, "I never meant to hurt you"


By stephanie Gracia


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January 12, 2008 - Saturday 
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November 29, 2007 - Thursday 
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November 28, 2007 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  confused
Category: Writing and Poetry
this is the first in my series of tearing apart stories of love, fantasy, and magical happiness

Cinderella

the story begins with her loosing her only parent, her father. left with a stepmother and 2 new sisters.thankfully i have not lost a parent but i have had a stepmother that was pretty evil. she was abused and worked like a slave from a very young age till adult hood. there was no where else for her to go. in the version staring drew b. her sister try to take her mothers dress and burn her fathers book. the only things she had of her parents. what kind of person whould take that with out some massive emotional damage. she then locks her away in a room with no food or water, no bathroom, no heat, no nothing and goes out to a party? the sadest part of this story is it happens in real life all over the world. real kids are abused by step parents, some even to the point of death. for example. in the lastest news in galveston county the identy of baby grace was finally learnd. she was 2 and her mother and step father beat her to death, put her in a storage box and through her in galveston bay. abuse through out the ages if you want to look at it that way.also in the news some states are try to make it illegal for parents to spank a child under the age of 18?i mean i understand the message but to make it illegal?i mean parents doing time for discipline. what in the world is going on with todays people? obviously we have not changed mush from the days of classic story tellings
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November 26, 2007 - Monday 

Current mood:  creative
Category: Music
Last night was my first concert ever. i saw tori amos and she blew me away. i planned for looking pretty and not the weather and ended up freezeing but thats later, anyways so me and casie got lost after we got off 45 and ended up on the right street by a gift of fate. we found parking 2 blocks away and had to walk and i had to pee. it was not pretty but, i was too happy to care. when we got up in line to get our tickets two guys jumped in front of us. we did not make a scene for fear it would give us bad karma and when it was our turn we got our tickets quick. open entering the hall i was swept away. it was the bigest fanciest place i had ever been. after about 15 flights of stairs up and down and 3 bartenders later we found our seats. the opening act was really cool. i cant remember the guys name but he played guitar and sang some beautiful songs. after that we went for a drink and a cigg. got back in and got ready for the show. casie got busted with a soda and this guy was a real ass about it, then he later joined the show with a soda and some candy:)..........basterd. anyways tori was amazing! when she came in she crept to her piano like she was running through a thick fog. before she played she lowerd herself before the piano as if to offer praise. once she laid her fingers on the keys i was in a trance:) her voice was angelic and yet so raw. not to mention she played both the grand piano and the keyboard at the same time. then switched to the organ in play of the keyboard. she stood between the two and played them together. i was so breath taken by her preformance i did not want it to end. i keep hopeing she would play some of her older songs like silent all these years and crucify. but no matter i loved ever song. i did not dare sing along, i just wanted to stop and listen. i can say one thing for sure tori has inspired me. as i know she has many others. thank you tori for a great night and one i will never forget:) we thought she would play for about an hour or two. her songs seem to be very stressful on the body. however she played till 11:00. after we left we did 4 circles through one way streets in downtown houston>:( but we found 45 south and had a smooth ride home without much traffic. i plan to use our ticket stubs for some sort of art project. more details later:)


Currently listening:
Little Earthquakes
By Tori Amos
Release date: 25 February, 1992
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November 14, 2007 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
a touch, simply feeling your hands againist me. or maybe not so simple. it seemed so, but as the time past and i thought about what we did i felt more than that. i consider myself a reasonable and logical person but as my mind wondered on thoughts of seduction i felt a bit of insanity creep in. what was i thinking? why did i give in to animal erges? maybe thats what did it....pure primal instint. it raged through my body and it could be found in my eyes. as i bite my lip and recall a fantasy come true i hope it did not make me less of a person to give in so willingly. it could not be helped or changed. i know i can not have you for myself, but i can promise i will always be here for you. i have no regrets, only dreams of what is to come. i have been led to temptation and i lay in wait till you return to join me.
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October 9, 2007 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  calm
Category: Blogging
well i guess im ok. i fight the twisted circus that is me. wanting to be more. wanting what i cant have. is it really human to have these feelings, i do not know. i lost a kitten last night because living on the streets made her sick. the streets are cruel and unforgiving but yet so many people are homeless warming their selves by fires in trash cans and fight off illness.  i almost lost my power because the bills are falling behind, no matter what i do to get ahead i fall again soon. being truely happy is a temperary state. no one is happy forever. yet we entertain the thought that one day the world will be perfect. no president will save this country as long as greed is motive for election. we all hope that we made the right choices but in the end no matter what we choose we must live with that. should our own happiness come first even though it may bring misery to others? that is human nature. to survive for our selves first and others after. my mind races with thoughts of the world my children will grow up in. the kind of people they will encounter, and what they may suffer for. in this world money makes the rules and decides who has the power. i want to become something better so i can make sure my kids wont suffer that fate. so they can have a better life than me. why have we allowed society and the status norms decide what is right and wrong. why am i considered an abomination for feeling the way i do. why am i wrong for loving. these question may go unaswerd for the remainder of my days. i will never understand why all these things are what they are but i know i am me and i cant change that. i cant be what im not and i cant sit here and pretend im normal. in fact i would consider it an insult to be normal. it holds no glory and no redemption for me. take it one day at a time. and enjoy every second of it. when stress consumes you it is hard to see the wonders right in front of you. 
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October 9, 2007 - Tuesday 

Category: Writing and Poetry
the choice

the rain drops fell, straight from the sky. i can not find shelter and the drops of rain, cold as ice pierce my clothes. like so many other things in my life there is no escape. and like so many others i have the choice to hide or embrace what i have become. the longer i pounder my fate the more the drops reveal hidden thoughts, dreams, and regrets. finally with arms open and eyes on the sky i submit. letting the rain that brought back the pain, now wash them away. lost in a moment of peace i fall like those tears of the clouds, letting it consume me. we are one now, me and the rain.


stephanie 
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