Phrase-ology.

It's not really that I haven't had anything to say, it's just that I haven't had time to say it.  And now that I have time to say it, I'm trying to find the words to say it in.  "Phrase-ology" said the Brandon.

That seems to be my biggest problem these days.  Not what to say but how to say it.  Getting it out the right way, or even just getting it out at all.  Phrase-ology.

"I am very brave," Sheila Rae said, patting herself on the back.

I wish I was very brave.  If I were very brave I would just say exactly what I mean to say exactly when and how I mean to say it.  If I were very brave I would take a risk.  If I were very brave I would just tell him: "I really like you."  I  wouldn't be afraid.  "If I were really the person I wanted to be" said the Kristen.

With my eyes closed all I see is the skyline through the window, the moon above you, and the streets below.

Love and kisses,
Dani

"Make love or make war, Shug, but make something happen."

Don't you hate it when people finger-spell things because they don't want to say it out loud and you don't know sign language well enough to figure out what they're saying because it takes you a long time to process which letter is which and then you have to figure out what word that spells.

Yeah me too.

But don't you love it when people come talk to you without you even starting the conversation or when they hug you first or when they say something and you're the only one who gets it or when you say something and they laugh and you actually were trying to be funny .

Yeah me too.

"His face is a map of the world"

Love and kisses,
Dani

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst

Oh man, I've got a secret.

Do you want to hear it?  Do you?  Do you? Do you?  Of course you do!  But if I tell you, you can't tell anyone okay?  Especially not my self okay?

Okay.

Well I might be a little bit in love.  But don't tell anyone!  Especially not my self!

It's a secret.

So, we may or may not have hung out tonight.  And we may or may not have been extreme bop-it partners.  And he may or may not have hugged me a couple times.  And he may or may not have dressed up as Clark Kent even though he was a nerd at school today.   And he may or may not have really beautiful eyes.

And by may or may not, I mean yes...

This one's for you, Maddiey.

It's been quite a while since I've posted.  It's been quite a while since I've written a letter or a journal entry.  I mean a real journal entry, not just writing down a conversation I had with somebody.  It's been a while since I've written anything really.  Anything other than FRQs and vocab words and chemistry notes.  Anything real.

Quite honestly, I'm not sure if I remember how to write.  I can move my pen across the paper and form pretty little letters.  Those letters know how to form words that march across the page and form sentences.  The sentences build paragraphs, the paragraphs fill pages, the pages fill recycling bins.  But that's not writing, not really. I could write all about what I ate for breakfast today or why my favorite number is 83 and no one would want to read it, not even me.  It doesn't mean anything to me, and if it doesn't mean anything to me, the author, how can it ever mean something to you?  Well, here I go, trying to be all cryptic instead of just telling you what I mean.

I guess maybe that's because I don't know what I mean.  But I guess I'll just write anyways, as if analyzing my writer's block will make it go away.

So this is for you, Maddiey.  It's for you, but it's also for me.  This is for me to tell you that no matter what happens, no matter if you hate my guts, I'm still here and I still love you.  I hope that counts for something.

You are golden, child.  Don't let go.

Love and kisses,
Dani

Even if it leads no where

Sometimes I really wish I could read your mind
or at least have you tell me what you're thinking about.

Sometimes I wish you would ask me
and that I would have the right answer.

And I wish that everyone always kept their promises,
especially you,

And we could go back to how it was once upon a time
when I knew how things were
and where I stood
and who we were
and I didn't worry about falling
because I thought you could catch me.

There are two types of people in this world:

Those that walk around the house brushing their teeth and those that don't.
Those that keep their room clean and those who don't.

Those who go to rooftop concerts and those who don't.

Those who are left-handed and those who aren't.  Those who buy bajillion dollar toys and those who can't.  Those who have eaten winto-green lifesavers in the dark and those who haven't.

Those who go on vacations every other weekend, those who blast music in their cars as they drive with their windows rolled down, those who faint at the sight of blood, those who blog, those who lie, cheat, steal, and plunder, those who sing, draw, dance, play, paint, act, give, feel, love...

And those who don't.

My name is Chance. Do I have one?

Maybe.  Maybe not.

Love and kisses,
Dani