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

Sayonara kids, I'm off to Lake Powell!


(p.s. I already know what to wish for on all those shooting stars I'm going to see!)

Give me the beat

Fact.  Usually when I read things that I've written in the past (i.e. journal entries, short stories, school papers, etc.) I am really embarrassed at how immature I am.  Especially when it's fairly recent.

Fact.  I was reading some old blog posts today, and I don't actually hate them.

Fact.  Actually I kind of like them.

I mean obviously some of them were kind of over dramatic and immature and stupid, but overall they're not that bad.

*insert abrupt subject change here*

Guess what?  I'm going to Lake Powell next week!  And I'm going with the world's cutest little boys in the whole world!

Are you jealous yet?  I sure am!

Love and kisses,
Dani

Before the gold and glimmer have been replaced

We only have 3 weeks left.  Let's make the most of it okay?

It's been a pretty good summer mostly.  I was so scared that I wouldn't like this summer as much as last, but  now I think it was better.  I like the person I am this summer better than the person I was last summer.  I like my friends.  Last summer was ward bonding summer, but this summer we've been curing our ward-itis.  I like my hair.

Unfortunately, this summer has felt so short.  I've been crazy busy, and I haven't had a chance to stop and do nothing.  But I'm determined to make the last 3 weeks of this summer the best ever.

"Another sun-soaked season fades away"

Love and kisses,

Dani

(p.s. Laura, we really need to do something.  Maybe we'll go take some pictures or something.)

 You know, I'm still waiting for this whole summer romance thing to happen

 but I'm kind of running out of time