Love is a Battlefield.

My whole life I’ve understood love as a spoiled slavery. It is a lie. Freedom only exists when love is present. Whoever gives everything, whoever feels free, loves the most. Whoever loves the most feels free. That why, no matter how long I’ll live, do, discover, nothing makes sense. I hope this time will go away fast , so I can return to the search for myself, under the shape of a man that understands me , that wont hurt me. What kind of nonsense am I saying? In love no one can walk over anyone. Each one of us is responsible of what we feel and we cant blame the other one for that. I felt hurt when I lost the men which I felt for, today I’m convinced that no one looses no one because no one posses no one.


That is the real experience of freedom, having the most important thing in the world without taking possession over it.






-Dani

You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance.

Well, these days are long but these nights seem so much longer. I still wake up every morning with the same dream of the same boy who I thought was mine. Well, time to move on Dani, fuck. Anyways... totally off subject. Hung out with the boys today for a little bbq/singalong and it made me realize why I was ever friends with them in the first place. Mike is a pro BBQer, Rich sang me "Creep", Doswell has poor posture, and Billy is in love with a Bristish girl. I guess some pictures are due, since no one reads this except for Doswell. OH YAY.

Love these boys.

"I'm a Creep, I'm a weirdooooo."
And who doesn't love a boy with a sweet stache. Enough said.

That is all, Everyone have a good night. -Dani

Due to Popular Demand.

So, my life is wild; to say the least. Let's recap the last week or so. A good friend of mine passed away on August 31st. She was struck by a drunk driver and the story shall end right there. I still really don't know how to deal with it, for I have never lost anyone that close to me. Death is a strange feeling and all I know is that I never want to experience it again. I have recently got into reading every second that I am not busy. The book of choice as of now is Acts of Murder by Laurali R. Wright. Strange book with strange characters, it's quite interesting. And now for the end of my week. I have spent the past two nights with the lovely Amber and her beautiful boys at Frat Row. Good times, learning a lot new drinking games; which is always a plus. I really enjoy myself here this semester, which is odd. I usually hate this place and I want to be home every minute... but I'm content for the first time. Time for pictures, this was such a stupid post.

Probably two of the best people known to mankind.

The shocker is always a good time, along with a red headed prostitute.
The infamous book; it was sooooo worth a dollar.


And my new addiction; Weeds. Wow. Where have I been?

p.s this should have been posted on Saturday, but my computer is lameeee-o.

Sept 25.

You live your life in the saddest way I've ever seen.
You are the reason I don't believe.
I'm not denying the worth of things unseen, and this isn't a part of the next big thing.
I'm just dying to show them all that you are.
You are nothing.

Come with me.

even a kiss couldn't save this shipwreck.

So, classes have officially started as of today. The stress has begun and I just wish you were still here by my side to comfort me. But I guess it's time to live this life alone, figure out things for myself. All I know is that I miss you to death and I would do anything to be back in your arms. But it's time to pack a change of clothes... and move on.






I love you,
Danielle.

First Timer

Well, today was quite interesting. Woke up to an empty room, finally, went to practice to enjoy being injured the entire time, followed up with an adventure with the infamous Doswell to find a gnarkill helmet with SKULLZ. Uh, I'm probably the least interesting person on this "blog spot" but I am still going to continue with my rabbling. What else, OH YEAH! Rode Doswell's moped, which to my understanding, is not considered to be a scooter. I scoot scooted around the neighborhood... dodging an icecream man and about four little kids. After the shred sesh I got a spiderman icepop, which was delishhhhh. I guess that is all for now, time for pictures.

The boys' house, well it's half their house.

The true shredder.

Got a little carried away with the myspace pic. Sorry for the terrible view.

One of the greatest ice pops ever to be invented.

The best friend and I, during the shred fest.

Outside the boys' house, wowwww.

Much love,

Dani.