*DISCLAIMER: This blog is 100% truth except for the parts I made up

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Day 7: Bosom friends

Maddiey. A drop-dead gorgeous, hopeless romantic who has a lovely singing voice but for some strange reason won't sing in public. Weird... She reads romance novels and listens to country music. When she gets behind a camera, just wait, something beautiful is about to happen. Also she tickles her cheeks when she's excited.

Marisa. Um, can someone say perfect? Cuz she is. A singer. A songwriter. She teaches piano lessons. She loves everyone and everyone loves her back. She's exceptionally beautiful and angellically good. Not to mention hilarious.

Brenna. Oh my beautiful! Don't let her quiet ways deceive you, she can be quite funny when she's in the right mood. An animal lover who makes beautiful pots, she has the most contagious laugh. She has perfect hair, and the cutest freckles.

Brynn. Hey sexy! What'd you call me? A remarkably talented writer and future english teacher. Somehow manages to be divinely beautiful and dazzlingly clever at the same time. She finds beauty wherever she goes, and adds to it. I'm also insanely jealous of her llama sweater and her dinosaur pants.

Aimee. She's probably the greatest person ever to walk the planet. Yep pretty much. She cares about everyone and is always writing little notes and cards. A beautiful dancer and the world's greatest aunt. Possibly slightly crazy, but that's why we love her.

Kristen. Best cousin in the universe! Absolutely hysterical and a little bit spazzy. She's a lovely dancer and terribly beautiful. We just might end up killing each other one of these days.

Love and kisses,

(post script: Um this is a problem... there are no pictures of the 5 of us. So we need to fix that.)

Friday, January 28, 2011

This Is Home

I was just sitting there, minding my own business (just so you know, your business is my business... I was actually blogstalking people) when I happened across a lovely post about life. About how wonderful it is to be alive. To be alive and to be here and to be the people we are. This isn't a new idea to me; I feel this way all the time, but suddenly something just hit me.

I wouldn't go back.

Now this is a novel idea for me. I've never thought that before. I miss last year, I miss musical theater, I miss concert singers, I miss the girls that were on my company last year, I miss Mrs. Asay's class and our little french family, I miss summer, I miss efy, I miss the thunderstorms and shooting stars, and most of all, I miss all the friends that went to my school last year but don't anymore.

My problem though, was that I wasn't content just to miss all of this, I had to spend all my time wishing it was still here. Wishing I could go back in time and do it all over again. And over and over and over and it would never ever end.

But now I realize that I don't want to go back in time. I still miss the same things, but I can't do anything about it.

And guess what?

I like the way things have turned out. I like the person I am becoming and I like the new friends I'm making. It's okay for life to be different now than it was. It's okay for things to change
Be happy!
Love and kisses

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Day Six.

My day was, quite honestly, not worth blogging about. I did the same thing that I did every single day of my life. However, I've been absent from this 30 day blogger thing for long enough so here we go.

I woke up late today. No surprises there, I do that everyday. I didn't do my hair. It's fine, I never do my hair. I went to seminary and tried to stay awake. I went to french. I laughed and spoke a little bit of french and a whole lot of english. I went to physics. I took a test, then I got bored so I took the hall pass and wandered the halls for a while. Unfortunately I don't know my friends new schedules so I had no one to go visit. I had subway for lunch and it was delicious. I read Maddiey's beautiful blog. I went to American Studies and won 8 bonus points for this weeks quiz. Yay!

Walking home was as always, the best part of the day, even though I'm sick and afflicted and can't actually walk.

I have dance for 2 hours today and I'm going to be late for mutual tonight. (bahaha I'm so happy!)

Hope your day was more exciting than mine.

Love & kisses,

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Day 5: What is Love?


noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

1. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

Love is caring for a person. Wanting to be with them always. Wanting them to be happy.

A hug, a kiss, a touch.

When someone makes you happy. When being with them is all you need to cheer up or to feel better.

Love is being close to someone.

Sharing hopes and fears and joys and sorrows.

Love is love.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Let's just say that I was going to preference.

And while we're pretending, let's just say that I had some money. That would be nice. But if I were going to preference and if I did have some money I would wear this dress: and these shoes:

I asked someone pretty tall in my head world so I can wear those kinds of heels. And you know what? Actually I asked someone that my imaginary self is imaginarily (I know that's not a word) in love with. And he's imaginarily in love with imaginary me too. And after a wonderful imaginary evening and a nice ride home in his imaginary car, he gave me an imaginary kiss on my imaginary doorstep. With a door that doesn't have windows. So my imaginary parents can't see us kissing. But even if they did, these imaginary parents wouldn't care.

And then guess what happened?

We went on lots of imaginary dates after that. And we were in love. And he wrote me and imaginary song on his imaginary guitar. Or piano. I can't decide. Oh what the heck, how abouts both. He can play the guitar and the piano, so he wrote me two songs. And then he sang them for me and I cried lots of imaginary tears of imaginary joy.

(all right, we all know who this imaginary person is, so why do I even bother pretending?)

post script: if you can read that bit at the end, consider yourself blessed. you're not supposed to be able to.

Love and kisses,


Day 4: Food

I ate some food today.

I bought a new swimsuit. It was on sale for $15! It's a one piece, which I was originally a bit apprehensive about, but it ended up being really cute on me.

So I have a secret to tell you if you really want to hear about it... Oh all right I'll tell you.

I don't hate him anymore.

And that's all.


Love and kisses!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Day 3: My parents

(here's my mutti being awesome!)

My dad is a computer programmer. He likes to drive in the snow. He likes to travel and to talk to people. He likes to build things. He's attempting to finish our basement by himself. He's full of ideas. He may or may not be crazy.
My mom teaches piano. She likes puzzles and board games. She waterskis. She was a gymnast. She likes hiking. I remember being little and being so glad that my mom was cool and pretty and nice, not like some of the other moms. She is amazing.
They taught me to work hard and dream big. They teach me to have faith. They teach me to believe in myself. They teach me to cook and clean and tile bathrooms and drive and put texture on walls.
Dearest Darlingest Mumsy and Popsicle,
I love you!
Love Dani.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Day 2: First Love

His name was Ashton and he was in my kindergarten class. He wore a blue t-shirt and blue basketball shorts on the 1st day of school. After school I told Marisa's mom that he was the coolest boy in our class and she laughed at me. I was very offended. I don't even think I was ever friends with him.

It usually takes me a while to really like someone, but once I do fall for someone I fall hard. I also tend to like people for a very long time. For example, I have liked the same boy for over a year. A year and a half if you count the time when I didn't really know him but I thought he was cute. Around a year if you don't.

I do count it.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Day One. Introduce myself.

and Words:
I am a girl; fifteen years old and scared of growing up. I have dark hair, dark eyes, and a fairly dark complection. I'm glad we're friends. If we're not actually friends, then I wish we were.

The older I get, the more I realize that I am young, and have much more life ahead of me. The stronger I become, the more I realize that I am weak and can't make it through life on my own. The more I accomplish, the more I realize that I have so far to go.

I love music with profound lyrics. I love lyrics that stike your soul and make you feel something. I love dance more than breathing. I love hearing people's secrets. I define secrets as any small detail about you that I don't already know. Je parle un peu francais. I would rather be dazzlingly clever than divinely beautiful or angelically good.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Have you ever noticed that everything in life can be compared to riding a bicycle?

Dream Bigger
love, Dani

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Happy Birthday Baby

It's my baby sister's birthday today. She is five.

I would rather enjoy being dazzlingly clever, wouldn't you? People seem to appreciate dazzlingly clever more than angelically good or even divinely beautiful.

I do anyways.

Have your feet ever been sore? Probably they haven't. My feet have never been sore before either until now. The bottom of my arches hurts quite tremendously and at first I couldn't figure out what on earth it could be, but then I realized it feels exactly like a sore muscle!

Monday, January 3, 2011

He doesn't know how he inspires her.

He doesn't know that he makes her want to be a better person. He doesn't know that she can hardly breathe when he talks to her or that she lays awake at night thinking of him. He doesn't know how jealous she gets of other girls he talks to. He doesn't know that she wishes on shooting stars, hoping for a chance to be with him. He doesn't know how she runs over everyword he says, fixing them in her memory. He doesn't know how she feels everytime she sees his face, hears his voice, or feels him close to her.
He might never know.
Love and Kisses,

Saturday, January 1, 2011

happy new year love.

i spent most of the morning like this: awake, but unwilling to get up. a new year opened among friends, and drawn in with much shouting and laughter, confetti and balloons. a new year bringing new hopes and fears and second chances.
and after the celebration ended, the night ended with heart to heart conversations and piano softly speaking and guitar whispering back.