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Name: Danielle
Birthday: 8/22/1988
Interests: making tea. being taken care of. clear thoughts. fuzzy thoughts. a good beat. new clothes every week. lined paper in a stack, especially college-ruled. college rules. coffee flavored everything, including coffee. spiced chai and cigarettes. sillyness. fill in the blank. cheesy pop music. music that speaks to my soul. remembering. forgetting. filling pages with words. a new spin on something old. frisbee. free thought through pen. lighting matches just to blow them out. thinking without thought. elmer's glue on palm of hand. good intentions. moving on. catch phrases that expire in a week or a decade, depending on the package. naps after school. punnet squares. my handwriting. familiarity. best friend magic. rebellion. becoming wise.
Expertise: Being myself. It's all I really know how to do.
Industry: Retail
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  danyellbelt22
Member Since:
12/16/2003
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| wow. i'm leaving in a week. less than, now that it's past midnight. i wish more than anything that i thought this would last, but i don't. i would give anything to think that it would. i think that's why i'm so upset. because i dont' think that we will last. i think i'm upset because none of my friends seem to care that i'm leaving. i think i'm upset because i don't want to end up like my parents and, no matter who i end up with (if i "end up" with anyone") i think that i will end up like my parents. more than anything i want you to want me. i know i am replaceable to you. i know that once i am gone for four months you will live a happier life without me, and potentially me without you, and that kills me because i know that it is true. we are not meant to last.
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| we never turn out the way we thought we wouldI'm working on perfecting the art of the mixed tape. draft one is so-so. hopefully my next venture will be better. I need to tweak the song order a bit, and maybe add a song or two. unfortunately, I can't download music, so I'm forced to work with what I've got. although...something is missing. something I can't quite figure out and if I do, then I will have perfected the art of the mixed tape. until then...
I wish I knew you better.
Don't want to see my family sleeping
or know the secrets they've been keeping
I feel as though we are not real
just ghosts of people we once knew
or who we once were.
Keep your dreams and secrets quiet
and all about, this house is silent.
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| (13:58:58) Me: what are your thoughts
(13:59:26) Bill: maybe on an afterlife
(13:59:40) Bill: i'd like to think so
(13:59:42) Bill: but if so
(13:59:56) Bill: i don't believe there is a hell or final judgement or anything
(14:00:05) Bill: I think if there is a god
(14:00:10) Bill: he doesn't micromanage
(14:01:03) Bill: and when you get to the end, he dusts you off, gives you a hug, says "you've come a long way, you did a lot of things, now you're home" and then gets you cookies | | |
| Andrew: i woke up late and the sky is falling and I'm falling behind
me: you know, i like you a lot
him: i like you a lot, too
me: but it's more. it's more than that
him: i know. me too.
me: i don't want to say it when i'm drunk
him: don't say it when you're drunk
me: i'm worried i won't have the courage when i'm sober
him: i will
the next day
him: i love you
me: i was worried i scared you last night, saying all those things
him: no
me: i love you, too
so, he kind of stole my thunder. but it is what it is
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| I've realized, and not just lately, that when you have a camera, anyone will be your friend.
Today, I got my winter jacket out of my trunk to protect me from the blustery wind. No snow, just wind. Wind enough to rip all the dead leaves off the trees too soon. Last week this time I was sitting under a sky of yellow leaves, standing on a ground of yellow leaves.
Today, I got a Christmas picture taken with Josh at the Moose. It could have been really cool, but I'm not cool, and let them put an elf hat on my head and sat on his lap.... he had a santa hat on. I could have said no and firmly stood up for women's rights, but instead I went along with it. One of the more humiliating moments of my life.
Tonight, I am going to Frederick Meijer Gardens to see their Christmas display, hear carollers, and see santa.
Last night was the Christmas tree lighting ceremony. We drank cider and sang carols and Balog plugged in the lights. It was magnificent, sort of. Mostly, I feel like Christmas is the most highly anticipated holiday, which makes me want to not anticipate it. However, with all these events, it is very very hard.
I went grocery shopping yesterday. I like it a lot better than eating in the cafeteria. I have fallen in love with boca chik'n patties.
put your hand in my winter coat pocket
fin.
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