hmmmmm....

sooo. Today I have to somehow put my entire last six months of my life into two 20 page papers.

This was due on May 22nd, but I have avoided it with every fiber of my being. I guess, in a way, it kind of ruined my summer a little bit, what with it hanging over my head like this. I think I just need to get it done and over with and enjoy ( Read more... )

So uhh... everyone should listen to the new Iron and Wine CD. While it is mostly just an assortment of his previous work, there are some new singles on there ( Read more... )

I'm on my deck, right now, and the world looks fucking crazy. It stormed last night, if no one noticed, like... a lot. I was in the east troy/waukesha area and the lightning looked like the world's flickery basement light. I know. Flickery. Really Danielle? Could we not have come up with something a TAD more creative. BUT, I'm talkin' that basement ( Read more... )

Could I be doing anything better with my time? mmmm.... probably not.

The sad girl's eyes are shining ( Read more... )

Hey look.

The sad girl's back.

Crazy.

I guess I expected this.

Poetry or something later. For now I'm just gonna go cry for a while. I dunno.

ugh.

 God he makes me so nervous.

And he fucking knows it too.

He's meeting the fam today, something of which I'm not too sure of. He'll be here in less than an hour, and I'm freaking out.

It's weird. everyone is telling me to go for it, to suck it up, and not run scared. I expected everyone to be skeptical of him, but they're not. Everyone that I thought ( Read more... )

Guess who's back...

:-D

Let's start with this: This was the most profound, magnificent, BEST experience of my life.

AND... There will be a day when I list all the wonderful, amazing, beautiful experiences that I've had in this country.

Today, unfortunately, is not that day.

I owe my mom over $3,000.

I owe almost $2,000 in Credit Card Bills.

I have like $30 in my bank account.

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When You Are Old- WB Yeats

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your yeas had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the ( Read more... )

 Home. May 20th.

Goodbyes are coming ever quickly. I'm scared to death.

Surprise, Surprise, right?

To try to stray from the average vagueity of my posts, I'll flat out tell you why I'm so scared.

A} Pretty Obvious One. I don't handle change or goodbyes well in any way shape or form. I somehow find a way to cling onto things until their very last ( Read more... )