| Happy Easter |
[Apr. 9th, 2007|10:00 am] |
I want to remember the things I believed when I was 19 forever.
Devyn, seriously?
I suppose it doesn't completely surprise me that you and Jake would take pictures mocking the death and resurrection of Christ, but advertising them on your facebook is indecent. As one Atheist to another, all you're doing is perpetuating a lack of respect for what others believe in- one of the things I was trying to escape by realizing I was an Atheist in the first place. Not to mention, by completely deriding the religious beliefs of those around us, you're contributing to a negative stigma Atheists carry of being pompous assholes; something you should care more about overturning. If being "Very Atheist" gives you the right to publicly scorn the beliefs of someone's religion, you're empowering those who also believe being "Christian" gives them the right to decide who among them are good or bad as outlined by their Bible. If nothing else, out of respect for your friends who have faith, don't turn their beliefs into a joke you relish in your free time.
-D
If they want to believe we are being indecent, let them. They outcast us as blasphemers against God whatever we do just because we don't have faith. I am not contributing to a negative stigma, they refuse to give us anything other. On a whim Jesus and I decided to have fun, we did that. I don't see where that is the business of anyone besides us.
To be honest, I think it's damned funny and if a christian wants to say something about how 'blasphemous' or 'wrong' it is I'll allow them the time of day because I find it hysterical that they care enough to bother writing me (AKA someone who doesn't care about their opinion).
That's just my two cents. It's MY profile with content provided by ME. They don't have to look at it, but they chose to and that is in no way my fault.
Devyn,
The problem doesn't lie in the content of your webpage, but in the impression you're giving about Athism (or even non-christians) to those whose eyes meander across their minifeed. Judging by the responce you left Brittany, you're treating that album as a proclamation of Athist 'non-belief' instead of a direct reflection of who YOU are; which is how it should be understood. Also, if I were you, I wouldn't be publicizing that you have zero regard for your friends' opinions or reactions to what you do to have fun; it undercuts your credibility.
-D
I'm not working to establish or retain any credibility I have with them. I had fun. I think it's funny. I really don't care about what other people think about it. It's mine, not theirs ... they can take a back seat and back the fuck off. |
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| The low down. The down low? |
[Jan. 12th, 2007|10:23 pm] |
Oh my effing christ. I forgot how excellent this journal is. It doesn't deserve to be cast aside, so I'm going to be very persistent about making at least semi-regular attempts at attempting to attempt thinking about what it would be like to post more often. :-D
Of course college has begun now and actually has been in session for so long that I've already visited home twice and am preparing for the second semester. Wow, I made it here. And wow, I still have a pulse. Uhm, lets see. Crushed on two of my teachers, highly respected a third, and came out with a 3.357. Brilliant teachers have always inspired my GPA, although I really should have done better. My goal for next term is to kick this one's fanny.
Infant Best Friend: Kathy Hajwornski (High- jer- wahn-sky? Haj-wuh-orn-ski?). Classic girl from down the hall with a reactionary flair for the ordinary. She gives me spark in an otherwise deflated existential wavelength.
Still dating Joey and loving Joey and becoming increasingly more aware of the impact he's making on my self. Bleh bleh, I'm an impressionable young lady with little more on her mind than her hunky boyfriend. Bleh bleh, graduate school, bleh bleh marriage, bleh bleh children? Still invokes my gag reflex, but the nauseam has been promoted from the feeling of spinning uncontrollably out of orbit to mild seasickness. Mom told me she was proud of me today. But it was a Friday so I expected as much. After all... her feelings in regards to her eldest child seem to cycle in a regular kind of way that I haven't totally uncovered yet.
Coming home after so long in a different place with different friends and different rhythms was surreal. Really, I think the odds are against any group of friends that undergoes that sort of disturbance. How we were able to laugh together and chill together again is really magic to me, and I'm grateful for our adaptive harmony. The same goes for my family. As far as they're concerned, I moved out but, PSYCHE! not really.. And through it all, healthy levels of hostility and tough love remain relatively intact.
Will not take so long to update next time; a promise is a promise..
-Danielle |
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| Self aware |
[Jul. 1st, 2006|11:26 pm] |
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Do you even remember who you are and who you wanted to be? How'd it turn out? |
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| 66 Days |
[Jun. 12th, 2006|11:05 am] |
Leaving to move into my dorm at the University of Arkansas August 17th. I'm losing this time in-between so quickly. I've focused so adamently on recollecting the past and organizing my excitment for the future that the present moment has left me. Luckilly, I'm realizing this now rather than as I'm packing for Arkansas. This way, I still have time left. Senior Summer began and I jumped immediately into VerizonLife. As far as I'm concerned, Summer hasn't started. In my best interest, I haven't pursued the Internship after temping for Jennifer at Verizon. This is my last week here in the office, and then my belated but badly needed Senior Summer begins. What I know for sure is 66 days isn't long to create an ending that's memorable, peaceful, and deserved to the High School Era of my life. Unknowingly, I was going to let the time in-between slip by without any acknowledgement to it's importance. Verizon struck me off guard as a catalyst to my professional maturity. I'm trying to check my eager attitude towards entering the real world. If only I was so eager to savor the time I still have to experience myself now; not yet diluted by the finite guidelines of the real world.
Is it 1:30 already?
-Danielle |
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| It's a love type thing, a sure type thing. |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|08:07 pm] |
The flight(s) to New York weren't too turbulent. There was a moment when the pilot predicted "slight shaking" and we nearly dropped out of the sky, but the barf bag kept me feeling safe. Mom does not fare well with fellow fliers. She has perfect back-of-the-head aim when trying to stow her purse in the overhead compartments, and never misses elbows when making her way down the isle to her seat. Bobby's proceedings went according to plan. I really loathe funerals. I suppose they're not widely popular, but everyone's expected to feel their share of sad and I feel those expectations greatly take away from the intent of the event. Being in New York again definately arouses my feelings of belonging, though. I'm sure I'm meant to come back to live. You know, Janet and Bobby married at 19 years old. They never had children, and lived comfortably their entire lives. Now Janet's buring the one and only man she's ever loved at 54 years old. I'm not sure what you do after getting into the habit of living with someone that long.
Why can't I just enjoy my time here? I keep thinking about the AP Classes I'm missing 4 days in a row of. My stomach's doing somersaults. Joey'll catch me up in Macroeconomics which is the one I'm most freightened of doing poorly in, but Euro History comes in a close second. At least I have a packet to finish and chapters to read for that class. Now for Roswell with Jaclyn.
Wish you were here :-* I know you'd love it.
-Danielle |
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| More inconsistancy, please. |
[Nov. 11th, 2005|01:02 pm] |
My new favorite book is Frankenstein, by Mary Shelly. Next week, it'll once again be One Hundred Years Of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia since I've been reading that book for a month and 1/2 now. I always like what I'm entertained with at the time the most. How unfortunately true. Applied in so many aspects of my personality, perhaps one day it'll be the ruin of me! Speak no more of ruination, it's becoming too dominant a theme.
Can I pay someone to allow me to attend their college? I'll sell my sister, I will. She's a little on the thin side, but she's a professional back-scratcher and doesn't mind toenail clippings.
Bitch be cool. You're sounding minutely desparate. Sisters aren't for selling; there are cuticles to be oiled. For God's sake, woman, keep your priorities straight!
There's a war waging in my mind. Fire le missiles! The innocent are dying! |
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| Blood Donations and Selling Sperm |
[Nov. 8th, 2005|12:55 pm] |
The new (and improved?) Venture Crew met for the first time yesterday. We were discussing possible fund raising ideas. Joey learned he could be paid up to 500 dollars for donating his own sperm. He was ecstatic :) We decided hot cocca stands and carroling might be more appropriate for the upcoming holidays. Camping over Thanksgiving break, and building houses in Mexico are our most prominant short and long term event ideas.
I filled out the Texas Common Application last weekend. Five years of my life were sucked into that mockingly "simple" application. Filling out my name, brithdate, gender, and address was a peice of cake. The false sense of security I developed after the objective section couldn't have been more detrimental to my self worth once I advanced onto the part of the application where I had to record all clubs, community service efforts, and independant excercises of individual caliber that I felt would accurately convey the substance of my good character to the colleges in question. Nothing could have been more hindering to the high esteem in which I usually consider myself. I feel the high value of my identity being stripped when I wonder how many thousands of applications look exactly like mine.
Enough run-ons. The bell has rung. Back to Frankenstein. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2005|09:47 am] |
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Slowly but surely the college bug will get us all. |
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| Peace and Quiet |
[Aug. 30th, 2005|05:34 pm] |
Finally I'm home. Look, it's 5:30 in the afternoon and I'm not working, watching Roswell, decorating hats, or being with anyone but myself. I turned off my phone and I'm saturating myself in Death Cab for Cutie.
We had college talk today at school. Basically an hour and forty five minutes of goosebumps. My fears were justified when I saw my class rank and GPA. Mrs. Barnhart said this whole year is about making the students feel like they're teetering on the edge of a cliff, and any wrong step taken will either land you safely backwards or send you plummeting into a life of homeless shelters and food stamps for the rest of time. She said there are only three things which can actually change your life forever and those three are:
1) Contracting an STD
2) Having a child
3) Killing someone
and that college shouldn't make us feel like we'd be ending our lives if we didn't end up at the one we wanted, or if god forbid, we didn't go.
She put things into perspective for me, and I felt less like throwing up. But I still worry that my grades won't get me into a college that I can benefit from. How do I prove to colleges that I can really am a valuable person to admit; that I'd contribute greatly in my own way? It's scary not having the grades to back up that promise, and I'm terrified.
Joey would say "bitch, be cool."
Maybe I can prove myself through my essay?
Mom says my admittance essay should be about my cultural awareness and what I've learned being the child of a Deaf adult.
Jessie says I should make my essay about how I'm an intelligent girl trapped in an average student's body.
Jaclyn asks me if she can have my room when I move out.
And I'm swallowing another capsule of Straterra while humming along to Death Cab. |
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| Oh man, what a beautiful thing |
[Jul. 30th, 2005|02:43 pm] |
Good thing I threatened to walk home. Rushing new boyfriends to the hospital isn't my choice way to get rid of them. Yea bitches.
Albertsons ahoy hoy. |
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| Straight |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|12:52 pm] |
"But did you see your mom's face when we told her? It was like 'Thank God, at least this one's not a lesbian.'"
It can't really be July 25th. If it were July 25th, the summer reading project would be due in 17 days. Hyperventilation really does wonders for my circulation.
Finally, I'm home for good. The lakehouse was incredible. Can you imagine being at a lakehouse filled with 6 of your great guy and girl friends, a refridgerator full (FULL) of alcohol, the keys to a Mercedes Benz, an Escalade and 2 Sea Doos, an entire house in your posession.. and no sign of an adult for a week? Lemme tell you. Incredible. I'm really hot shit on a Sea Doo. I'm not an idiot like Joey; doing 360s at 40 mph, but after being on a jet ski that accelorated faster than my Volvo, I've developed somewhat of a need for speed. Hawt. The boys effed up one of the jet ski's engines after getting the rope that was pulling their raft stuck in the propeler, so all 3 boys and 3 girls played mechanic on it for an entire afternoon. It ended up being a fantastic bonding experience. Thanks again to Mister H for his hospitality.
This summer gets an E for Effing Unbelieveable. |
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| Brain On Harry |
[Jul. 15th, 2005|08:00 pm] |
I'm playing on my fathers Treo in the car on the way back home from San Antonio. I'm not being sociable, so Seth is sleeping. Or listening to music. Or both. He came to San Antonio with me when dad picked me up from the dorm since he was only a few miles away visiting his father.
We are just going to make the Harry Potter midnight release at Boarders. If I took a break from being overwhelmingly excited for the arrival of Harry, I might remember how i'm mildly disapointed. Ever since Harry Potter 2 the girls and I have gone to the midnight opening at some bookstore or another. Since 6th grade Harry has been a ritualistic get together for the girls and I and now Jessies in Austin checking out UT with her fam and Caitlins in Mexico changing peoples lives by building houses that they can sleep in.. What has happened to our priorities?! its really quite a shame. Now I'll have to make do with attending the unveiling of Harry with my sister. Well and Seth. ::sigh:: Where are my girls?
Remember, you all may have my body.. but Harry will always have my heart. |
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| Piano Lounge |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|05:08 pm] |
Staying in the dorm with Maddy's been good for me. I know I'm ready to buy my own laundry detergent and attend my own classes. It's really not the college life I'm afraid of. Just the applying.
The Formal Piano Lounge on our floor is hard to miss. I have to pass it in order to get in and out of Maddy's dorm. There's always a different crowd; no one seems to stay in the Piano Lounge very long. Except for one boy. No matter what time of day I'm passing the PL, he's playing on the Grand Piano; banging out crazy good compositions or brilliantly relaxing pieces.
I once was alone with him in the room while he played. 11:30 at night, and you can bet no one else was in the PL except our dedicated pianist and myself. And he played. And I wrote. I imagined that he was my own Personal Pianist, and I was his Personal Audience. I entertained the thought that every new peiece he began, he began with me in mind. Not me: Danielle Terrio; but me: That Girl in the Corner Writing. Maybe in his little mind he was thinking, "I wonder what That Girl in the Corner Writing would like to hear next.."
.. Little did he know, the only honest answer to that question would've been: "I'd like to hear the sound of your clothes hitting the floor as I ravage you."
Eh. Can't win 'em all.
(Relax, Joey. I like YOU.)
-Danielle |
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| Now that I'm here.. |
[Jul. 11th, 2005|02:36 am] |
Maddy's sleeping. But I'm staying with her in San Jacinto dorm. She walks everywhere. I can so do this college thing. It's just a matter of getting there. It's not the actual college that scares me. It's the applying, the getting accepted.. the work. Kind of like my relationship with Joey. The thought of being his girlfriend is great. It's just the getting there part that I have trouble with.
Maddy's room mate is neat. She's standoffish, which Maddy thinks is rude, sometimes.. But I find myself really appreciating. I appreciate standoffish people better than people who are easy to get along with. I think it's good that Maddy's room mate doesn't constantly think of whether people are thinking that she's being rude. She's really nice and fun but doesn't always acknowledge you every time you walk into the room. Or doesn't wait for you if you're walking down the street together. Or goes off to do her laundry without asking if you'd like to share dryers. That to me, is much more comfortable than meeting someone who you feel you must wait for outside the restroom while they're going to the bathroom. I like standoffishness.
Or maybe it's 3:00 in the morning.
-Danielle |
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| Happily, even after. |
[Jul. 5th, 2005|02:28 pm] |
Seniors. College. Stress.
Summer's been nice. It's been exactly what summer should be like, really.
Ordinary summers, that is. But really, this summer is quite literally the last few weeks of normal adrenaline levels and 9 hour sleep that I get for the rest of my life. Until all of the deepest, wildest hell breaks loose and the world comes to a quick but firey end, that is.
Which I'm told, happens around December. Applications are due then, right?
I just feel like.. that I should be taking the opportunity that I have now, over the next 5 weeks, to do everything I wanted to do before I die.
Since surly, life as I know it will cease to exist once Flower Mound opens it's doors to the Tragically Mindwarped once more.
The Tragically Mindwarped being me.
Well, all of us really.
Because I must rememeber..
Without a steady income, my kids don't get dentists.
Their teeth'll rot out and they'll be living off blended solids for the rest of their lives.
And they'll hate the pudding.
Oohm. I'll clean my room. A clean conscience requires a clean environment. |
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| Gotta get me onea those. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|07:44 pm] |
Oh yes, another weekend of only smiles. I'm actually at home? It's Sunday afternoon and it's the first time I've sat down in my house for more than 15 minutes. Mom says I still have duties to uphold, here at home base. Duties of course including the clean up of Teenie's shit and putting away the dishes (the times Jaclyn insists that it's not her turn).
Caitlin's house last night was a niiice antidote for all the tired people around me. She now likes me enough to call me her "old friend" rather than her "old best friend", which is appreciated. Although, it does make me sound wrinkly and 82 years old.
Joey and I have hung out lots this weekend; something rather refreshing. This morning we even washed my car. Then we bought shoes and went to Quiznos. Then I had to go be 11 minutes late for work.
Oh god, try this on for size:
GODLY SECRETS TO DATING SUCCESS
1. COMB YOUR HAIR
Head lice are very common among Christian men, especially Pentecostals. Although it is a normal and natural blessing from God to have head lice, you should certainly wash your hair before your date if only for the reason to avoid the temptation of putting your arm around the young lady while lifting to scratch your head.
2. PRAY
Spend the day before your date with at least 6-hours of solitary prayer in a prayer-closet or a confined area. Ask the Lord to guide your words and actions. Ask Jesus to help you control your lust and pray that you will have a nightly emission before the date, thus making it easier for your carnal mind to operate on a level that is strictly spiritual. Do not masturbate in your prayer-closet unless you are thinking about Jesus. Click here for more detailed spiritual guidance on masturbation.
3. PURCHASE A RING
Visit a jewelry store and purchase a diamond ring. For the Christian man, every date is a potential mate. If she is the right gal, you will want to pop the question as soon as possible. It is always handy to have the engagement ring available.
4. RECITE VERSES
When you are on the date, use awkward moments of silence to quote scripture, or sing a favorite hymn. All women are impressed with such things. If she is not woo'd by this, it is a sign that she might be possessed by a demon. Take her to your church and drop her off by the back gate with a note to the pastor taped to her forehead. Be sure to secure her to a tree or post using chains or rope so that she won't get away during the night.
5. SPRUCE UP!
Wear Christian cologne. The only Christian cologne available is "Betty Bowers' The Essence Of Christian Men." If you do not have any Christian cologne, rub your face in a Bible until you smell like the pages.
6. TAKE HER TO VISIT GOD
The best place for a first date is church. Oh, how impressed your sweetheart will be when she finds out you are taking her to Sunday evening services! Then, a romantic dinner at Denny's!
7. GRILL HER FAITH
Use the time at the restaurant to find out if your sweetheart is really saved. Question her salvation at least 15 times. Make sure she knows the exact day and hour (and preferably the exact minute) she met Jesus.
8. KEEP THE PASSION SUPPRESSED
If the bandage work on your penis fails in the slightest bit, excuse yourself for the men's room and re-adjust the harnessing.
9. PRACTICE YOUR LINES
Some Christian phrases that will help you "woo" the lesser sex are, "I'm almost as crazy about you as I am about Jesus," "Your long hair is the glory of your humility (I Corinthians 11: 11-15)," and "God broke the mold when he made your sweet face."
10. SQUELCH YOUR PASSION
If you have not had a nightly emission before your date, make certain that you take extra precaution. Use an ace bandage or knitting yarn to tie your penis back against your stomach or underneath your hiney. If you tuck instead of tie, make sure that the tip of your penis does not curl back far enough to enter the hole in your hiney where you go poopy out of - otherwise you might accidentally sodomize yourself and inadvertently become a homosexual.
11. AVOID TOUCHING!
Make certain that there is no personal contact (PC) on this first date. Even if she has said "yes" to marriage, it is highly recommended that you refrain from even holding hands for at least two years until the courtship is over and you are whisked away on your honeymoon!
Follow these dating tips for Christian men and you are sure to find a life partner that is suitable, submissive, and steadfast.
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HAHAHAHAHA.
-Danielle |
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| Hate Albertsons? |
[Mar. 4th, 2005|06:00 pm] |
Yea Robert, my manager, just called me and said I was supposed to come in to work today at 5. HAHA, bullshit. I checked the schedule yesterday, and it said no such thing. Saturday and Sunday 8 am-2 and Tuesday 3-9, I swear to freaking God. I even wrote it down. I distinctly remember t h r e e days being filled in, and bitching about having to work. And ever since I've started work, Robert has KNOWN I never can work Thursdays or Fridays due to Venture Crew and Babysitting. And he plays dumb about it, even though that's the way it's been since day one, and he says "well, lots of things have changed around here" or something equally as lame. This is the second time a manager has pulled that "you were scheduled to work tonight" shit, and I'm positively sure I know how to read a schedule. But really.. when it's my word against my Managers, who are people going to listen to? I'll start taking pictures with my phone of the schedule from now on and show those fuckers. ::fuming::
My awful headache probably isn't helping my mood. I have so much to do, and all I need is to sit in my slightly re-modled (not really, just cleaned) room. Hopefully my brain will stop throbbing by the time I go bowling with Venture Crew. I don't know how much of the Crew is going to be there; Joey's working tonight and Seth said he wasn't going to come.. There isn't that many of us in the first place. Then Maddy said she'd like to hang out (which I'll probably end up doing now, since Bowling was moved 'til later tonight) and "distract Justin". After that, I'll go to Carl or Jamie's house and finally get to just relax for a movie night with those crazy boys. And hopefully Joey will be back in time to watch some TV with us too. Really, that's all I need right now. A nice movie and a warm fireplace. Ugh. And to think; I'm waking up tomorrow at 8. ::rolls eyes:: Kill me.
Teenie's been scratching at that damned door for an hour and 1/2 now. |
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| To: Daughter |
[Feb. 17th, 2005|09:11 pm] |
Ah, who doesn't love Valentines day, anyone? ::rolls eyes:: I mean, it was fine. Though, dad just gave me a card (today, Feb 17th) that says "To Daughter" (underline 'Daughter') and on the inside says:
"Having you for a daughter
Is like getting
a bouquet of love
every day.
Happy Valentines Day
Love Dad (his handwriting)"
Oh yes. And on the back it has a 1/2 price sticker that says "WalMart $3.34 Compare to $3.49" I mean, I still love it. It just made me smile.
I've been reprimanded for the lack of entries on several accounts lately, so I thought I'd actually finish an entry this time. This stupid song that Jonathan sent me is still playing. I promise, it's only playing cause it was still there when I opened Windows MediaPlayer. I'm officially making a list of those things Jonathan says that reminds me of why I'm silly for wanting to be friends with people who I have no idea about. It's coming along quite nicely, I do say.. and to think I've only spoken with him for five minutes? :D Something's on Seth's mind, I can tell. He's being brief and non-communicative with me. Maybe he's reading this and rolling his eyes right now. ::shrugs:: I'll ask him about it later, I'm sure, I'm just too tired to do it right now. Plus he's "taking a nap".
I invited Dario, the foreign exchange student in my History class, to come over sometime this weekend. That'll be fun, I'm sure. I like hearing him talk about cultural differences. Plus it helps me fantasize about one day when I'll be able to travel Europe. My mom would get a kick out of him. Today he said the three best things in America were as follows:
1) Donuts
2) Resees Peanut Butter Cups
3) Bagels
He cracked me up, I'll tell you that much. He asked me to say something to him in Sign Language today, ha! When I asked what I should sign, he started talking in Spanish, then realized and started over. Oh god, I love chatting with people I don't know. 'Specially if they're from Spain.
Lauren Least and I have decided we want to be friends. (Officially, you know.) She doesn't have any friends who are girls, and I don't want to hang out with my friends who are boys (or they don't want to hang out with me), so it works out well. We traded phone numbers and I'll certainly make a point of calling her one of these days. <3 to Lauren. :)
::shrieks:: What is it with boys being walking vaginas lately? I mean, really. If I wanted to hang out with a vagina, I'd ask Nick for christ's sake. ::sigh:: Good thing Lauren has a penis. (Jaykay!! I <3 Lauren!!)
-Danielle |
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| :-D Meet you there |
[Feb. 13th, 2005|09:55 pm] |
So yes. This weekend was pretty good, wouldn't you say? Friday I got to hang out with Seth. We went to the graveyard, that was cool.. Chilled on "Suzanne, great Mother, Grandmother, Wife, and Friend"'s bench. That was cool- Then we walked back and stood on the Flower Mound. (We left the cemetary at 9:30?) and we could see lots from the top of the FM.
Lots more happened but I'm being yelled at to get off the computer. hehe, but on a funnier note:
NickGd980: im going to wrap my self in christmas lights and put a santa hat on and have like peices of poster board in my hand with them saying everytime im wiht you it feels like christmas, minus the lights, minus the milk and cookies, and minus the big fat guy, but the wamr fuzzy feeling still remains will you be my girl friend
NickGd980: and then im going old school and have something that says check yes or no with boxes
The Dani Doll: ::stifles laugh::
NickGd980: .....
NickGd980: damn
Fuckin hilarious, right? |
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[Jan. 6th, 2005|10:28 pm] |
OneDimpledSeth: dear, honey, love
OneDimpledSeth: i'm going to play counter strike...
OneDimpledSeth: i'll be back on in a bit
OneDimpledSeth: fi you've signed off by then, i'll call you
OneDimpledSeth: or something crazy like that
OneDimpledSeth: you're so beautiful. i'll talk to you later
OneDimpledSeth signed off at 10:25:09 PM.
y o u 'r e
s o
b e a u t i f u l
... Jesus, it hit me like a brick. |
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