EXCITEMENT AAAAAAAAAAH!

wannadanta4sho: KALEB!
wannadanta4sho: HELLO!
wannadanta4sho: gdwyebfjcnudsifhnewiun IM SO EXCITED FOR TONIGHT
wannadanta4sho: WAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUH
wannadanta4sho: ive been cleaning all day
wannadanta4sho: let me tell you about it
wannadanta4sho: since youre not responding
wannadanta4sho: i will tell you anyway, no bother
wannadanta4sho: so i was supposed to clean my room today
wannadanta4sho: and low and behold, i end up cleaning, but i clean everything BUT my room
wannadanta4sho: i clean the den
wannadanta4sho: the kicthen
wannadanta4sho: the downstairs bathroom
wannadanta4sho: the upstaird bathroom
wannadanta4sho: the extra bedroom
wannadanta4sho: even my PARENTS bedroom
wannadanta4sho: i made their bed, folded their clothes, ORGANIZED THEIR SHOES
wannadanta4sho: did their laundry
wannadanta4sho: did MY laundry
wannadanta4sho: took a shower
wannadanta4sho: painted my nails
wannadanta4sho: and now im taking a break and
wannadanta4sho: then
wannadanta4sho: im gonna go eat dinner with my madre
wannadanta4sho: and then hannahs coming over at SEVEN
wannadanta4sho: and were gonna hang out until we go to jodys LATER
wannadanta4sho: where I will get to see YOU
wannadanta4sho: WHOOOOOOHOOOOOO
wannadanta4sho: I AM SO EXCITED
wannadanta4sho: I CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF
wannadanta4sho: KALEB THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!

I have far too much energy. Tonight is going to be soooo good!

xoxo DannDann

Eighty thousand is an understatement. There are too many thoughts streaming through my head, none of which I can grab a hold of. What is this? What is any of this? What does it mean? I don't know. I keep turning a corner to find a street full of potholes and cardboard boxes in my way. When I get to the end of the block and go inside for safety, it's a place I can't trust. "That's what life is - a series of rooms. And the people you get stuck in those rooms with makes up who you are." No one ever distinguished which rooms were safe, no one ever distinguished which rooms were comfortable or awkward or empty or quiet or not the rooms you wanted.

I find myself to be overwhelmed on a daily basis with all of the things I am concerned with. I try to put them aside and forget about it. I surround myself with others to get these things off of my mind, and in the end, those things are still there. I can't get away from them. Even when I deal with them, they're still there. I second guess everything and I hate that, absolutely hate that. I almost don't know what I want anymore. And it's not even about not knowing what I want, it's about not knowing if I can have the things I want. Sometimes I just want to give up. Sometimes I just want to run. Sometimes I just want to scream. Sometimes I just want the little things that used to make me happy to return. Sometimes I just want to know how I feel about people without questioning it. Sometimes I just want you to show me who you are.

xoxo DannDann

Revolution

I'm ready to make a difference. I want to show you something you will never forget. I want to be that memory that you will always have, that person you will always remember. I want to die knowing that something was different because I was involved. I want to change things and make them better. I want to paint the town red. I want to pretty the world. I don't know what my action will be, what my change will be, what effect I will have on people, how people will remember me - I don't know, but I know I want to have one. I want to be the reason something changes. I want to make people think. I want to make a statement. I want to lead a movement. I want to be in charge. I want to start a revolution.

Dream big, Dani.

And that's exactly what I plan to do.

xoxo DannDann

Mewwi Cweezmaaaz Beeches

Waaaalaalaalaalaaaaaaah! It's Christmas!

Waaaalaalaalaalaaaaaaah! I GOT A CAMERA!

:D

Tick tick tick

It goes on. It all goes on whether you're there or not. Seconds still fly. Money is still exchanged. People still have fun. It all goes on.

Everyone is just a second in a minute, a second in an hour, a second in a day, a second in a week, a second in a month, a second in year. Everyone is a second. No wonder fish feel so small...there are so many of them. How does each second know it's relevant? If that second weren't there, there's another one before it and another after it. Time keeps going with an endless amount of seconds. An endless amount of ticks.

Every question is not answered. There is another question before it, another after. Do they all matter? Do all the seconds matter? Who sits and watches the time go by, who notices the difference in each minute, who wishes time stood still, who lets it fly by? That second that just passed and that one and that one and that one, did you notice it, did you appreciate it?

Time is always there, always in front of you, but no one sits there and appreciates all that makes it up. Even the man who puts together a watch, after a while it's just putting wheels together and making sure the hands tick perfectly, but not the appreciation of the seconds individually. Not the seconds on the watch, not the seconds on the clock, not the seconds of that man's life - they all become insignificant. They all become time. And time always goes on.

He got that phone call.

I didn't.

xoxo DannDann

Clarity

Disappointment (n.) - The act of disappointing, or the state of being disappointed; defeat or failure of expectation or hope; miscarriage of design or plan; frustration.

Effort (n.) - earnest and conscientious activity intended to do or accomplish something; use of physical or mental energy; hard work; notable achievement; a series of actions advancing a principle or tending toward a particular end

"Effort is only effort when it begins to hurt." [Ortega y Gasset, 1949]

Fix (v.) - restore by replacing a part or putting together what is torn or broken; make fixed, stable or stationary; make ready or suitable or equip in advance for a particular purpose.

Problem (n.) - any question or matter involving doubt, uncertainty, or difficulty; a question to be considered, solved, or answered; a situation, matter, or person that presents perplexity or difficulty; a misgiving, objection, or complaint.

Responsible (adj.) - answerable or accountable, as for something within one's power, control, or management; involving accountability or responsibility; chargeable with being the author, cause, or occasion of something; having a capacity for moral decisions and therefore accountable; capable of rational thought or action; reliable or dependable


Make an effort to take responsibility and fix the problem that dissapointed me.

xoxo DannDann

Buckle up

I'm ready for this break. It will determine a lot of things. It's a "make or break" for a lot of people, that's how I see it. Some things are already showing. Lots of things are being made and lots of things are being broken. And it's only begun.

I'm very eager to move on without the distractions of school for a little bit. I'm ready to find out what is important to me again. I had no idea that so many ridiculously big and important changes had happened in the past four months. Bottom line is that we all move on, whether or not it's with each other. Whether or not I have been there or you have been there or all of us have been there, we have all moved on. It's up to each and every one of us who stays close to who. We can control our relationships, we just have to make sure that we actually will control them since we can.

I have realized lately how often I make excuses. I have realized even more how much other people make excuses. I usually, for the most part, can justify my actions. I know that I cannot say the same for the majority of the people I am friends with. I hope people start taking responsibility and realize that they won't be the only people affected by their choices and actions.

So I don't know what this next month will mean for all of you, but I'm pretty sure it's going to mean something to a lot of people, whether or not that something is the same thing as mine or yours. These next few weeks will tell us a lot about each other. It's up to you as to what it tells us about you.

xoxo DannDann

Pool of Wine

Things aren't as bad as my last post makes them out to be. After I got off the phone with Cameron, I just started crying. Shocker, I know. He told me things I didn't want to hear, but things I needed to hear. He knows how to word things perfectly when he talks to me. He gets me. Three days till he comes home. Three days.

I took my History final this morning at 8. I went to sleep at 2 and woke up at 5 to study. I think I did fairly alright actually. All I have left to do is the book reviews. I need to do those. At least the second one. My grade sucks in that class. The three grades I have are 80, 70, and 56. I hope my final brings it up a little. Fuck. I have a D in that class. I really hope the final helps.

I only have two more exams left, which I'm glad about. Goddamn, last night was bad. I talked to Alex on the phone for like an hour and just vented to him. He owes me a massage. He owes me several. I can't wait. This girl sitting next to me is having major troubles printing all her five thousand documents she needs to print in the library and this lady is helping her and the lady's voice is very annoying. Ever hear someone talking right next to you and their voice just makes you want to punch them in the face? That's happening...RIGHT NOW.

Anyway...I feel better now that I've taken the exam. I'm very dramatic. Laugh. Go ahead. I'll join you, I assume. I read a comment on a picture this morning that made me smile for the first time in hours. Fuck, it made me laugh. Really loudly. In the library. Good job, Dani. I know. I'm trying to kill half an hour before I go to the cafeteria really fucking early for lunch. I didn't feel like going back to my dorm. So I will go eat and then go to my room and pass the fuck out. I know my posts lately have either been really boring or really depressing. They will be happier after exams are over, I assure you. Oh my. Trials and tribulations, Dani, trials and tribulations.

xoxo DannDann

6 Feet From the Edge

I need a break. A real break. Not a ten minute break from the 20 pages of reading I've done in the past hour and a half. Not a home for the weekend break. A real break. I want to just go home and shut myself out from everything. And if you know the least bit about me, you know that I thrive off of other people and I would certainly die if I closed myself off like that. But that's what I want to do. I want to go home and see people for the two days that I usually see them and then I just want to be by myself. I just want to think. I want to figure out what the fuck I'm doing with my life, with myself.

I'm sitting here and not reading or studying or writing a paper, like I should be, I'm just thinking about how I never want to see the outside of my dorm again. I just want to stare at the pictures on my wall and have a notebook to write in and have that suffice as normal living. I don't want to go home for Christmas break. I want to move around. I want to be in a place where no one knows my name and where I don't give a fuck about anything but the sights around me. I wish I could live in a little room on the levi. I could go outside and see the water whenever I wanted and if someone needed me, they would know exactly where to find me. I want my world. I don't want the world, I want my world. I know I complain endlessly about people living in their own world and not the real world, but I wonder what it would be like. If I stopped calling, if I stopped caring, if I stopped thinking about anything but my happiness, or lack there of.

I want to stay in a place that I can call my own and not anyone else's. I don't want to study. I don't want to read about Caesar. I don't want to call. I don't want to worry. Period. I'm ready to give up. On pretty much everything.

Please come love
I think I'm falling
Holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I've found the road to no where
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say...

Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down

I'm lookin down
Now that its over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out
Heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Let me say..

Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down
I'm so far down

Sad eyes follow me
Well I still believe there's something there for me
So please come stay with me
Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me...
You and me...you and me

Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Hold me now
I'm 6 feet from the edge
And I'm thinkin
Maybe 6 feet ain't so far down...

Please come now
I think I'm falling
Holding on to all I think is safe...

xoxo DannDann

Real

Here I am, sitting at my desk only wearing a pair of pants, and I can't stop thinking. Do I mean as much to you as you mean to me? Doubtful. Do you mean all of what you say to me? No. Do you do it because you know you shouldn't? Completely. I have so many unanswered questions. I'm tired of questioning everything. I wish I could be as ridiculously honest as I feel. You are one of the most selfish people I have ever met in my life. And you have no idea. You always talk about yourself and you always act accordingly. You can't stop. You have no idea how glad I am that things are the way they are. I can't stand to be around you, even though I act like I can. I don't want to be your friend. I want to ignore your calls over half of the time. You always have something better to do. We don't talk anymore and I blame you one hundred percent. You suck at listening... suck at it. You are never there. I worry that you don't love me. You judge me... constantly. I hate it. You are such a hypocrite. I can't take you anymore. I give too much to you. I love where we are because I don't care as much as I used to. I'm insecure. I smoke too much. I'm unhappy. I can't find a cure. I miss you and I can't stand that I can't have you back. I love that you reacted the way you did. I'm not okay with about forty five percent of who I am. I hate having to try so much to get so little. I'm real. I could be realer, but most of you would not be able to handle it. I'm tired... all the time. I hate that I procrastinate. I hate that I don't do anything about it. I say I'm an open book...

What I don't say is that for me to be completely and totally real... I don't include the crowbar to pry open my pages.

xoxo DannDann

Do it for the now

Casi Landix. What a nut. Your blog made me think a bajillion things. It's true though. I'm always worried about change and I'm always worried that I will lose the good things I have surrounded myself with. But honestly, so the fuck what? What if I lose them? Then I either find a way to get them back or I move on. That's what I was afraid of when I left for college. I was afraid that everything was going to change. That the "good" that I had come to know and love for so long was going to be different. And it was. It all changed. And I find myself here, again, worried that it won't last this time either.

But when I think about that, when I think about how I don't want it to happen again... I think about where I am now. How afraid I was about all of this change, how I hated it when it hit me, how bad it hurt when I lost the people I loved, and most importantly, how I overcame it all. Yeah things changed, and yeah I like how they are now, but the point is that they changed and that I moved on and that I'm back in an even better state now. We know each other, more than ever, and we've all been through our fair share of drama and fights and bullshit. What it comes down to is that we still have each other. No matter what changes happened, and no matter how different we are, we are still "us". Granted, it is a different "us" than it was before, but it will always be. Things will always be different the next day, the next week, the next month, the next something. Things won't stay the same. And that's okay.

Whether we want to accept that or not, it's really honestly what it is. You can either hold on to all of the hurt that you aquired or all of the "what was" or you can focus on how good things are or how good they can be. I have been thinking about the "what was" lately and I have been so extremely happy that things have all worked out for the best, but I have undoubtedly been thinking about how bad they were and how I don't want them to be there. But why should I keep thinking about it when I can just be in the now and make sure that it's not going to end up like that? Why spend your life worrying when you can spend it looking forward to the next minutes that you don't want to miss? Why worry when it already happened? You can't change it. Sure, you got hurt and you don't want to get hurt again, but try. Just try to move on. Surround yourself with the people that make you happy (regardless of the past that comes along with them).

Granted, you have to watch yourself to make sure you don't get hurt, but don't let it consume you. I've let it consume me these past three months. I'm just ready to be "us" again. And we are "us" again and I love that. This weekend, if anything, proved to me that we are "us" again. I liked where we began, I hated where we went, and I love where we are. So why waste my time thinking about like and hate, when I know that what I got right now is love? Just fuck the rest and do it for the now. Do it for yourself. Do it because, honestly...it's the only thing you can control.

xoxo DannDann