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IIIII GOOOOOT A JOOOOOOOOB!!! IIIIII GOOOOOOT AAAA JOOOOOOOOOOOOB!!!!!!!



*squee!*
 =D

i start on tuesday.



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IIIII GOOOOOT AAAA JOOOOOOB!!!!!!!!!


i'm super stoked.
as if you couldn't tell.
XD




ok. back to watching iron man and uploading pics.
woOt!

oh my GOD…

soooo, yes. tonight was… awesome.

drove down the grueling hour and a half it took to get through traffic down to hollywood, where i finally got to la brea and santa monica, parked outside the carl’s jr. across from the street of the address 7100 santa monica blvd. and made my way over to the small crowd of people huddling in their little groups, talking amongst themselves.

i, of course, knew nobody there yet, but when nicole and meagan got there, i did. so all was good.

after waiting about 2 hours [[maybe an hour and a half…]] a bunch of screaming and running commences to a yellow car parked about 50 feet from the corner, where everyone was crowding around, begging pete, or “vlad” for the special treats we had been promised.

being the black sheep that i am, i went around to the other side of the car [[the driver’s side]] where he was unloading more boxes, and he looked up, and there i was, patiently awaiting my own little box. =]

so he smiles, and hands me a package, and i say thank you, and try to make my way around to the other side of the car. but not before depositing a tube, a little carousel, if you will, of sprinkles. haha yes, i’m just that big of a dork. =p

so after a while of begging fangirls receiving their parcels, the big guns came out.

the lovely Breesays got herself the LAST PAIR EVER of the limited edition b-day clandestine SUPRAS…

yeah. we’re all jealous, bree. just know that.

and two other lucky girls got boxes that were filled with little plastic doughnuts, as pictured originally on freshonlybakery.com, but they were marked with letters. random letters. but the notes inside the boxes only proved that the letters weren’t random, but part of a complex anagram, that our large group stressed over for about… i dunno, maybe 20 minutes? half an hour? i’m not sure.

but after that time, we discovered that an important letter had been overlooked in one of the boxes, and about 2 minutes after we had that doughnut, the case was cracked! the problem solved!!

www vlad the baker rip com

was what it spelled out.

so, we had someone go to www.vladthebakerrip.com on their web-capable phone, and… well, go to the site, and you can read it for yourself.

=D

so, all in all, it was a great night.

especially when as pete was trying to leave, i told him if he wanted sprinkles, i’d left some in his driver’s seat. yeah, half-naked, cold, wigged and faux-spectacled pete hugged me when i told him. then of course, as he was walking around to the driver’s seat, all the other girls demanded that they get hugs too.

mwahahaha. i was first though. XD

haha sorry… it just made skipping out on my rehearsal tonight ALL the more worth it…

that and watching him start to sit down into the car, then realize he was sitting on a thing of sprinkles, step back out of the car, and proceed to jump up and down in pretty much a gleeful manner, and he opened up the top and ate a whole bunch of the sprinkles, smiling and giddy all the while.

yeah. one of the better times of my life.

may seem sad to you that that little thing could mean so much to me, but yeah. fuck you. it does. =]

needless to say, i only received a t-shirt, but you know what? i am SO happy with it, and it’ll be one of my treasures for the rest of my life. it’s number 41 of 75 in the world, and it’s my 41 of 75. not sure if i’m actually gonna wear it though. i might just tack it up on my wall or something.

who knows. i’ll see when the time comes.

and on the off-chance that this ever reaches his eyes…

thanks pete”vlad”. you’ve turned yet another marathon frown into a glowing grin. i hope we meet again soon, and i hope you liked the sprinkles! =D

Danya<3

it's funny, and strangely exhilarating and calming at the same time to just lie in bed, and trace the curves of a new tattoo in the weeks after it's been done...

it's not swollen anymore, but you can still feel the raised skin as it heals, and there's small imperfections that you can feel, but can't see, so you can only assume it's noticeable...

but knowing that it's there, out for the world to see it if you so choose, but is still something personal that you'll have for the rest of your life, reminding you of what's important to you {even if it's for the time being}, and the thought that it's yours. no one else can take it away from you. it's one of your only true possessions in the world. it's one of the only things you'll be able to take with you after you die.

it'll be there through any relationship, it'll be there through any friendship, it'll be there through the good times and the bad to {hopefully} remind you that there are times in your life that are beautiful, painful, joyful, sorrowful, crazy and meaningful all at the same time, and they're there to ground you. to make you know that the world does things to make you live, and it's through these experiences that your soul can grow and become accomplished in living.



now if only i knew when the chorus would end so i could move on with the next verse...
another heart ache, yet another reason to keep going in the pursuit of something greater.


Danya&hearts;

so, as of 4:35am this morning, i'm a year older.

woOt.

Chapter 1: Run-in with Fate

 

Patrick’s POV:

 

I leaned up against my locker, holding my backpack so close to my chest, I could feel my heart beat through the thick textbooks in my clutch. Passing period.

Lisa was rummaging through her own locker, in search of her History homework to no avail. I should have been stressing about the chapter test waiting for us in third period, but more pressing matters clouded my mind.

“He didn’t even look at me when we passed in the hall… I know he doesn’t want to spread rumors, but I can’t help but think… maybe he’s ashamed? Could it be that he’s embarrassed of me?”

“Or is he just a little too busy with school to notice?” Lisa replied.

“Pff… He doesn’t pay much attention to school… He’s just…” I sighed heavily.  “I don’t know what’s going on with him. All I want is some sort of acknowledgement that Saturday really happened, and I’m not crazy!”

Lisa gave me that look as she knelt down to search the bottom of her locker. The look that says “I know how you feel, I’ve gone through it, so I’ll be empathetic, but not sympathetic.” She can be such a bitch sometimes…

“Well, you haven’t even tried to talk to him since your date. I mean, you are calling it a date, right?” This was when I gave her one of my famous WHAT THE FUCK?? faces. “Ok, so you are. And don’t look at me like that… You look retarded when you make that face.”

“Yes, Lisa, I’m calling it a date. I mean, what else would you call it when two people go out to see a movie? And I mean, how could it not have been if he… god that kiss…” Closing my eyes, the memory flashing through my mind, I tilted my head back, hitting hard against the cold, metal door. “OW…”

Lisa looked up at me, snorting into locker. “Good job, Patrick.”

I rubbed the back of my head, my fingers lingering at the tiny patch of bald scalp. Grimacing, I let my hand fall down to my side, and I looked down at Lisa. “Thanks. You know, you shouldn’t spend too much time down there on your knees. People might start thinking that you’re used to it.” A triumphant smirk.

“AHA!” A bunch of papers in a clenched fist flew out of the locker, followed by the rest of Lisa, a broad smile gleaming. “I knew they were in here!” She stuffed the wad into her bag, and stood up with a bounce, slamming her locker shut.

“Congratulations. Now can we please get to class?” Did she not sense I was antsy to vacate the locker area before he showed up??

“Yes, impatient. We can go.” We started off towards Building-C, when Lisa suddenly whipped her bag around, digging through furiously. What more could I do but raise an eyebrow in curiosity?

“What are you—“

My question cut short by another obnoxious “AHA!” and a second later, a small black mass was being waved in front of my face.

“I got you a little something to cover up your bald spot!”

As I focused on whatever it was that Lisa was dangling in front of me, I suddenly became rather disoriented, probably due to an unexpected collision.

Stumbling back slightly, managing to bark out “Watch out!” my gaze snapped to the obstruction standing before me. FUCK!!!!!!!!

And there was Joe.

 

 

Joe’s POV:

 

I prefer to take things slow, and let life happen as it happens. I’ve never rushed anything in my life, especially at school, so my friends found it surprising that I all of a sudden had to rush to my locker after class. What can I say? I had places to be… people to see.

Looking at the clock on the wall, tapping my desk quietly, I pushed my chair back abruptly, the small group around me jumping slightly.

“Hey, Pete, I’ll be right back. I gotta run to my locker really quick…” I grabbed my backpack, swinging it over my shoulder as I dashed out the classroom door. I could barely hear Pete’s response: “Umm, okay? You’re gonna be late for class then… What’s up with—“

I didn’t bother listening to the rest of what he was saying to Travis. I didn’t have a lot of time to spare if I wanted to—

Fate is really a funny concept, but I think it may have been at work this particular day. Texting while rushing across the quad probably wasn’t the smartest thing I could have been doing at the time, but it hardly seemed to matter as I slammed into another fast-moving body, cell phone flying out of my hand onto a patch of grass.

When I looked up, I swear I felt my heart drop into my stomach and jump into my throat at the same time.

“Watch out!”

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to wipe away the smile that had spread across my face, and I wasn’t sure if he had noticed it, but I hid it quickly, regaining my cool composure.

“Hey, Patrick. What’s up?”

 

 

Patrick’s POV:

 

I couldn’t help but go completely stupid for the two seconds it took for Lisa to nudge me. When she did, I snapped back into reality, and realized that I much rather wanted to go back to my daze. At least in that state I wouldn’t have minded what came out of my mouth right then…

“Hey… Joe. I, uh… Hey. Just class now. You?”

I could have sworn I saw a smile. The same smile he’d given me on our date. The date I’d sworn had been a dream. My knees turned into Jell-o.

 

 

Joe’s POV:

 

His answer was interesting, to say the least. I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind right then, but I have to admit- I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying, so much as the lips that were saying them. Realizing I hadn’t given a response, I shook myself slightly, and gave an awkward smile.

“Just… going to my locker for something. You?”

Patrick’s friend Lisa snorted into her shoulder, stepping away. I was confused, until I realized what I’d just said.

“I’m… class…” He pointed off towards the building across campus, biting his lip. I silently prayed that he’d stop, even though I knew it wasn’t what I was really hoping for. Nodding slowly, I tongued my lip ring absently, pulling my backpack up further on my shoulder, the strap cutting into my neck slightly.

“Right… right. Well, uh…” I cleared my throat loudly, chastising myself silently for such a stupid remark. “I’m gonna get moving… Don’t wanna be late for class, right?”

 

 

Patrick’s POV:

 

I WAS DYING. Something inside of me wanted to laugh, something else wanted to just attack him. I wondered if Joe had thought about the kiss as much as I had…

“Right, Joe! So I guess we’ll see you later!” Lisa started pulling my arm slightly, bidding farewell against my deepest wishes. My brain was screaming in ESP to Lisa, in the hopes that she’d get the message. There was no such luck; I had no choice.

“Yeah, so… maybe we could… I dunno, hang out this weekend or something?”

I was startled by the words that had just come out of my mouth. A large knot formed in the pit of my gut, and along with the overwhelming need to swallow the hard lump in my throat, the tingly feeling I got every time he looked at me shot through my limbs.

He stood there for a second or two, apparently shocked at the fact that I’d just come out and asked him to… wait, I had just asked him to ‘hang out…’ FUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! With my luck, he probably took that as a sign that I wasn’t interested in him that way, which couldn’t possibly be farther from the truth! I scuffed my shoe across the concrete slowly, my hands burrowing in my pockets as far as they would reach.

Finally, he had an answer.

 

 

Joe’s POV:

 

Completely dumbfounded, I tried frantically to search for the words that could make or break the situation. I don’t know why it took so long, or why it was so difficult… perhaps it was just the slight shock of the fact that Patrick had just asked me out… He had just asked me out, right?

            “Hang out” was the term he’d used… for all I knew, he wasn’t interested, and I’d scared him off with the kiss from Saturday. There was only one way I was going to find out.

            “Well, there’s gonna be a live bands playing at that café in downtown… I mean, if you wanted to go check it out on Friday, that might be cool…” I waited patiently but anxiously for his answer, but when I saw the way his blue-green eyes lit up, and the tiny smile sneak out at the corners of his lips, I knew what his answer was. Grinning, I stepped to his side, touching his arm lightly. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

I need to sell my Cecilio Alto Saxophone to make rent, so the sooner it's sold, the better!! I'd love to keep it, but you know, you have to do what you have to do...
I paid almost $1,000 for this beautiful instrument brand new, and only played it once since bringing it home.
Includes:
*Cecilio Lacquer Alto Saxophone
*Ebonite mouthpiece w/ cap
*Plush lined ABS crash case [few scratches from moving on outside, very sturdy, protective case]
*Pair of white gloves
*Cleaning rod
*Polishing cloth
*Protective bag [protects from dust & insects]
*and Neck strap

Perfect for students [beginners and advanced alike], beautiful quality sound, great all around instrument.

I need to sell this ASAP, so please only serious offers!! Ventura County/Los Angeles County please.
Contact by e-mail or call [805-218-9332] ask for Danya.
Checks accepted, cash preferred.


btw, sorry if i annoy by putting all the random tags. i just need to get the word out.

AWESOME. yet another actor that i actually liked TAKEN far too early in life... wtf...

I took this from Yahoo! News...

Bernie Mac blended style, authority and a touch of self-aware bluster to make audiences laugh as well as connect with him. For Mac, who died Saturday at age 50, it was a winning mix, delivering him from a poor childhood to stardom as a standup comedian, in films including the casino heist caper "Ocean's Eleven" and his acclaimed sitcom "The Bernie Mac Show."

Though his comedy drew on tough experiences as a black man, he had mainstream appeal — befitting inspiration he found in a wide range of humorists: Harpo Marx as well as Moms Mabley; squeaky-clean Red Skelton, but also the raw Redd Foxx.

Mac died Saturday morning from complications due to pneumonia in a Chicago area hospital, his publicist, Danica Smith, said in a statement from Los Angeles. She said no other details were available.

"The world just got a little less funny," said "Oceans" co-star George Clooney.

Don Cheadle, another member of the "Oceans" gang, concurred: "This is a very sad day for many of us who knew and loved Bernie. He brought so much joy to so many. He will be missed, but heaven just got funnier."

Mac suffered from sarcoidosis, an inflammatory lung disease that produces tiny lumps of cells in the body's organs, but had said the condition went into remission in 2005. He recently was hospitalized and treated for pneumonia, which his publicist said was not related to the disease.

Recently, Mac's brand of comedy caught him flack when he was heckled during a surprise appearance at a July fundraiser for Democratic presidential candidate and fellow Chicagoan Barack Obama.

Toward the end of a 10-minute standup routine, Mac joked about menopause, sexual infidelity and promiscuity, and used occasional crude language. Obama took the stage about 15 minutes later, implored Mac to "clean up your act next time," then let him off the hook, adding: "By the way, I'm just messing with you, man."

Even so, Obama's campaign later issued a rebuke, saying the senator "doesn't condone these statements and believes what was said was inappropriate."

But despite controversy or difficulties, in his words, Mac was always a performer.

"Wherever I am, I have to play," he said in 2002. "I have to put on a good show."

Mac worked his way to Hollywood success from an impoverished upbringing on Chicago's South Side. He began doing standup as a child, telling jokes for spare change on subways, and his film career started with a small role as a club doorman in the Damon Wayans comedy "Mo' Money" in 1992. In 1996, he appeared in the Spike Lee drama "Get on the Bus."

He was one of "The Original Kings of Comedy" in the 2000 documentary of that title that brought a new generation of black standup comedy stars to a wider audience.

"The majority of his core fan base will remember that when they paid their money to see Bernie Mac ... he gave them their money's worth," Steve Harvey, one of his co-stars in "Original Kings," told CNN on Saturday.

Mac went on to star in the hugely popular "Ocean's Eleven" franchise with Brad Pitt and George Clooney, playing a gaming-table dealer who was in on the heist. Carl Reiner, who also appeared in the "Ocean's" films, said Saturday he was "in utter shock" because he thought Mac's health was improving.

"He was just so alive," Reiner said. "I can't believe he's gone."

Mac and Ashton Kutcher topped the box office in 2005's "Guess Who," a comedy remake of the classic Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn drama "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?" Mac played the dad who's shocked that his daughter is marrying a white man.

Mac also had starring roles in "Bad Santa," "Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle" and "Transformers."

But his career and comic identity were forged in television.

In the late 1990s, he had a recurring role in "Moesha," the UPN network comedy starring pop star Brandy. The critical and popular acclaim came after he landed his own Fox television series "The Bernie Mac Show," about a child-averse couple who suddenly are saddled with three children.

Mac mined laughs from the universal frustrations of parenting, often breaking the "fourth wall" to address the camera throughout the series that aired from 2001 to 2006. "C'mon, America," implored Mac, in character as the put-upon dad. "When I say I wanna kill those kids, YOU know what I mean."

The series won a Peabody Award in 2002, and Mac was nominated for a Golden Globe and an Emmy. In real life, he was "the king of his household" — very much like his character on that series, his daughter, Je'niece Childress, told The Associated Press on Saturday.

"But television handcuffs you, man," he said in a 2001 Associated Press interview before the show had premiered. "Now everyone telling me what I CAN'T do, what I CAN say, what I SHOULD do, and asking, `Are blacks gonna be mad at you? Are whites gonna accept you?'"

He also was nominated for a Grammy award for best comedy album in 2001 along with his "The Original Kings of Comedy" co-stars Harvey, D.L. Hughley and Cedric The Entertainer.

Chicago music producer Carolyn Albritton said she was Bernie Mac's first manager, having met him in 1991 at Chicago's Cotton Club where she hosted an open-mike night. He was an immediate hit, Albritton said Saturday, and he asked her to help guide his career.

"From very early on I thought he was destined for success," Albritton said. "He never lost track of where he came from, and he'd often use real life experiences, his family, his friends, in his routine. After he made it, he stayed a very humble man. His family was the most important thing in the world to him."

In 2007, Mac told David Letterman on CBS' "Late Show" that he planned to retire soon.

"I'm going to still do my producing, my films, but I want to enjoy my life a little bit," Mac told Letterman. "I missed a lot of things, you know. I was a street performer for two years. I went into clubs in 1977."

Mac was born Bernard Jeffrey McCullough on Oct. 5, 1957, in Chicago. He grew up on the city's South Side, living with his mother and grandparents. His grandfather was the deacon of a Baptist church.

In his 2004 memoir, "Maybe You Never Cry Again," Mac wrote about having a poor childhood — eating bologna for dinner — and a strict, no-nonsense upbringing.

"I came from a place where there wasn't a lot of joy," Mac told the AP in 2001. "I decided to try to make other people laugh when there wasn't a lot of things to laugh about."

Mac's mother died of cancer when he was 16. In his book, Mac said she was a support for him and told him he would surprise everyone when he grew up.

"Woman believed in me," he wrote. "She believed in me long before I believed."

Mac's death Saturday coincided with the annual Bud Billiken Parade in Chicago, a major event in the predominantly black South Side that the comedian had previously attended.

"It's truly the passing of one of our favorite sons," said Paula Robinson, president of the Black Metropolis National Heritage Area. "He was extremely innovative in putting his life experiences in comedic form and doing it without vulgarity.

"He was an ambassador of Chicago's black community, and the national black community at large."

ok... so this is an issue that's been burning out  my insides for sometime...
and no, i'm not talking about spicy food.


i'm talking about how people these days just don't seem to value time anymore...
we waste it frivolously doing the stupidest shit, and when it comes time for really important things, we panic and stress out.

but more specifically, i'm talking about how people these days don't take advantage of the time we have to go through a NORMAL courtship...
there's so many people out there nowadays who meet somebody in a bar, or online, or at random places, they talk for a couple days and they're going out, then after they've been going out for a couple months, there's a proposal, and then sure enough, soon after, there a BABY before there's even a wedding ceremony a month later!!

is humanity really supposed to be going at a living pace that's THIS FAST?
because i was under the impression that life isn't too short, but that life is the longest thing we have in this world...
seriously... slow your roll, people!!

i know more than a few people i knew in HIGH SCHOOL who either have gotten married, have had babies, or have done both!
COME ON PEOPLE...
some of you are barely legal to drink!!
and most of you AREN'T!!!!!

stop throwing away your lives at such an early time!
i know the whole "love" factor comes into play, but seriously... you know a person for a few months, or even a year... SO WHAT?
that doesn't prove jack shit about what you really know about a person...
i know that i'm definately different when i'm around a guy i like than when i'm at home by myself, or hell, even hanging with my girls...
so how the hell are you supposed to know if that person you're so in love with because they're just perfect for you really IS perfect for you?
for all you know, they could be the polar opposite, but you won't know a damn thing about it until they show their true colors...

think about it...

there's so much emphasis on doing things for the moment, living in the moment, living life as it comes to you, but really? this isn't the dark ages... this isn't roman times... this is the 21st century. we're not all going to die before out 30th birthday. you don't have to pack EVERYTHING into your life at once!!

graduate high school, go to college, find a good job that makes you happy, meet someone you like, date for a couple months, be in a serious relationship for a couple years, get engaged, STAY ENGAGED for a couple years, and then, when you really and truely know that it's what you want, THEN get married!! i mean, who's to say that you'll even want to get married by then? you may just want to stay engaged, or just stay in the relationship without getting married. check out what brad and angelina are doing. i mean, yes, they have had three kids together, and adopted a few as well, which is also going a little too quickly for my taste, but they've been together for a couple years now, and haven't even been tempting the idea of an engagement. a little unorthodox, but it works for them.

another example... my aunt and her boyfriend. they've been together for years, and yeah, they've talked about marriage, but they've never done the whole engagement thing. they had a baby, which was a complete freak incident. they weren't supposed to be able to have children [they were both victims of cancer who got better, so it was supposed to be impossible for them to get pregnant, but low and behold...] but because of that factor, my aunt knew that she was supposed to have this baby. and having my little cousin was probably the best thing that could have happened to them. [they gave her up for adoption to one of her friends from a long time ago. she just couldn't keep the baby. it wasn't right for her to keep it. the baby wasn't meant for her.] but they're still together, and they bought a house together, and fixed it up, and they know eachother inside and out. every attribute, every flaw. and they discovered that they're perfect for eachother.



which actually brings up another thing in this whole matter...
doesn't anybody know what a fucking condom is anymore???
i mean, they advertise them enough on TELEVISION now, shouldn't people be using them??? they're sort of pivotal in the whole... not getting pregnant before you're ready thing, you know...



unfortunately, we live in a world where this kind of romance and "take it slow" attitude just doesn't seem to be on everyone's mind.
everyone has to have everything NOW. do it NOW. we need it NOW.
i mean, come on... everything joyous in the world has become an "express" now... food, coffee, books, car insurance [ok, so, not so joyous, but i digress...] weddings, babies!!

is it really that necessary that everything that we WANT [notice i don't use the word need] is so readily available to just take at a moments notice?
sit down restaurants offer "to-go" service now... just order it in, pick it up, and you're on your way. convenient, yes, but necessary? no.
how difficult is it to make food?
come on people... not that hard.

time is being squandered, and misused.
love is being squandered, and misused.
humanity is being squandered, and misused.


it's making me sick and it's making me sad.

it's no wonder people in the united states are probably one of the unhappiest in the whole world...


well, that's about all i have to say on that topic...
ok, not really, but i'd say i've spent enough of my precious time writing this.
i'm gonna go out and live my own life.
single, baby free, and perfectly happy to make my own pasta at home, sit down and eat it, and ponder what i'll be doing in 20 years.


Rock for peace.


Danya&hearts;

ugh...

i'm really starting to hate this scene.
there's way too many stupid people in this world to all be connected on a medium like the internet.
teenyboppers have always thought they knew everything [i was there. i did too.] and then retaliate with immature comments whenever anything that they believe is challenged.
especially when it's by someone older than they.
it's almost amusing in a sense...
but not quite funny.

it's really just annoying and sad.


whatever happened to the old adage "if you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all"??

apparently it got thrown out the window along with virginity and d.a.r.e.
remember that kiddies? it used to be s.a.n.e. for us, but they changed it to better suit the younger generation, who simply call it using drugs instead of substance abuse or narcotics. apparently those words were just a bit too big for the young minds rotting from too many cheetos and coca cola.


times have changed SO drastically even from when i was a kid...
i sort of long for the days when i would get back from school and do my homework with my multi-lead pencil [that would always break halfway through, without fail] and pack it away neatly in my large, bright, and annoying plastic lisa frank backpack, then rush to the tv to catch Hey Arnold, and rugrats [back when the drawings were still squiggly and the size of tommy's head changed from scene to scene] and on saturday nights i forced my parents to vacate their room so that i could sprawl across their bed and watch Snick, and wish i could just sit on that massive orange couch...
i'm talking the days of the adventures of alex mack, and are you afraid of the dark, and salute your shorts...
when rollerblading was the absolute coolest thing you could do, and going out on halloween was actually still somewhat safe...

it's fucking ridiculous...



but i digress...

i suppose the point of this was simply to vent about the fact that teenagers [the younger ones to be precise, along with the pre-teens... it's a tough age, i know, but really... don't try to grow up too fast. you'll definately regret it] suck.
there's a reason why i only take care of kids younger than 10. because even those bother me at times, but they're definately a lot easier to handle.

i don't go insane as often.

hmm... maybe i should make it kids 7 and under... because past that they get that attitude problem most younger kids don't have yet, and they think they own everything and everyone.

thank god i was raised better than that...
too bad growing up around kids raised less than better than that kinda fucked me up as an adult.

but not so much that i feel i have to go and kill things that other people love.

well... i'd make the exception for the tiny rats living next door to me that insist on yapping all night long.
><
fuckin'... little bastards.
anybody have a pellet gun?





...



just kidding.

yeah, i'm kinda... rageful right now.
i'm just gonna go eat some english muffins and make the world a brighter place for me.


anyone care to join me?
leave your biases outside please.

and wipe your feet on the mat.





Danya&hearts;

to commenter numero uno:
no problem!!
believe me, it so was.. the minute i find my usb cable, i'm getting the pictures up here PRONTO!
=]


and to commenter numero dos:
yes, it was on the santa monica pier in california.
i don't know why they didn't post it on fobr, but the site you should check for to get more accurate and usually up-to-date news about shows is icecreamhdaches.livejournal.com

not only are there updates about upcoming shows, there's also constantly updated posts from pete's personal blogs [blogspot, ahomeboyslife, foe], and also joe's foe account and patrick's website [patrickstump.com]

it's run by fellow rabid fans who have the skinny on anything and everything having to do with fob, so go check it out. you don't have to be signed up for livejournal, but if you want to sign up, it's there.

the concert was advertised on the profile with a link to the site for "pinkapalooza" hosted by Victoria's Secret. not the greatest reason to drive an hour, but it was totally worth it. =]

HOLY CRAP TONIGHT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!

yeah. went down to santa monica to take my part in standing for four hours at “pinkapalooza” [[victora’s secret bullshit… i dunno. i just wanted to see fall out boy…]]

AND THAT I DID!!!

fuckin’ front row…

almost against the gate…

touched fuckin’ pete wentz…

i know, i know… i’m 12.

SHUT UP.

it kinda wasn’t my fault, actually… he came to the barricade, and i was immediately crushed by about 24 screeching pre-teen females who were all trying to get a piece of the wentz.

i, caught in the crossfire, ended up touching pete, and accidentally sitting on the old lady who was [[stupidly]] sitting in a lawn chair right next to me…

but yes. pictures GALORE…

holy shit…

amazing.

i’ll post some of them later.

now i’m going to sleep…

because my neck hurts from thrashing with jewseph. =]

and seriously… wtf…

andy needs to be placed further downstage.

goddammit.

><

i love these guys…

ridiculously so…

OH… and pete’s baby mama was there too.

caught her on film.

SAY SHE WASN’T.

i have proof.

XD

haha

i wish i could have gotten some kind of souvenir though…

i mean, i got a wristband thing to get in, and some glowsticks, and then found a pretty cool towel [[which i’ll be washing in bleach and hydrogen peroxide before i ever use it… XP]] and i got one of the massive tarp things that were covering one of the gazebo’s… it’s massive, and pink, and i don’t know what i’m gonna do with it…

but it’s mine.

XD

but what i meant was like… a guitar pick or a set list, or one of hurley’s fucking DRUMSTICKS…

><

fucker always throws them at funky angles, and really far too…

oh well.

i’ll get one eventually.

=]

ok. it’s coming up on 1:45 now, and i may or may not be going to breakfast with jeremy in the morning…

so i’m gonna knock out.

rock for peace.

~Danya~

i am SO SICK of people claiming that colors are "the new colors"...

seriously...

"pink is the new black"
"green is the new pink"
"blue is the new purple"


WHAT. THE FUCK.


i really just... do NOT understand, and absolutely do not LIKE it...


it's so stupid..


black is black...
pink is pink...
red is red...
green is green...
blue is blue...
and purple is purple.



if you're gonna wear the fucking color, THEN WEAR THE FUCKING COLOR...

don't wear something else just because dumbasses tell you that the color you want to wear isn't really the color you're going to wear...


fuckin' a...







Danya&hearts;

today, many MANY moons ago... [yes, it's a cliche. Wo0t!]
mr. peter lewis kingston wentz III was born.


all rejoice.


married, baby on the way, clothing company, kick ass band, hit songs up the wazoo, and now a tv show?

yeah, i'd say mr. wentz is doing pretty damn awesome, considering he's not yet thirty.

...next year.


let's see what he can do with this year to make his dirty thirtieth birthday just that much more rewarding.

=D

started my new job, nannying for a family in ventura, cut my hair & put the turquoise back in, lappy died and was revived, haven't had sex in over a week, and oh yeah, pete and ashlee are preggers.

DUH.


haha!sorry... it was just one of those moments where you find out about it, and you just have to *facepalm* hardcore.
we already knew it. we were just waiting on them to say it.


*sigh*
but whatever.

tonight i'm going to rocky in VTA, and it's pretty much gonna be badass.
i'm stoked.


and yeah, i'm wearing a saran wrap bikini top. and my bits are covered by condoms.
[[wrapped condoms, sicko]]
and i was gonna go all out, and wear saran wrap bottoms, but they felt really weird, and i look better in my white shorts anyway. =]


pictures coming soon.

so yes. tonight will be a good night.
i shall make it thus.


=D


ok, i'm gonna finish up with the whole... getting ready... thing...


peace.

&hearts;X

my ass totally just got fired from my job.

 

AWESOME.

 

oh well. i was getting paid barely over minimum, i had shitty hours, shitty job description, and i was gonna quit soon anyway.

 

on to bigger and better things!!!!!

 

 

=D

 

&hearts;X

i'm gonna do my hair. like... possibly this weekend.




i need help to figure out what color i should choose.







the choices...:




A] hot pink
B] lime green
C] turquoise


WHAT DO YOU THINK???

VOTE NOW!!!!!


=D

Ashley♥X

ugh...



Romeo + Juliet is such a beautiful movie...


Romeo and Juliet is such a beautiful story...





it truely is a tragedy...
and it makes me cry every time.


*sigh*




now i get to go and shop.

but first i'm gonna go and get pretty.


the face is rather... ew.

haha


reesees peecees!!!



Ashley♥X

today started off horribly.



i woke up late.



got to work late.



found out that i got to OPEN.






ALONE.






for the first time ever.




><
needless to say..

that went horribly... horribly awry...




kept forgetting to do shit.


-take the chairs down off the tables
-get the syrups out of the fridge
-turn the oven on
-make iced tea
-get towels out for the counters


and then to top it all off..

i spilled an entire jug of javakula mix in the mini fridge.






for those of you who don't know what i'm talking about...

the mini fridge is where we keep the milk, half/half, whipped cream, chai mix, etc. along with the cold brewed coffee and the javakula mix, which we keep in these pitchers, that have lids that just sit in the tops, and turn to let the liquid come out, but they don't STAY in there. you have to be careful with them, otherwise... *splash*...


so... i was taking the stupid sauces and shakers and mixes out of the mini fridge... and knocked over a fucking whipped cream canister.





knocked over the javakula mix.






it went...




AALLLLLL



OOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEERRRRRR



EEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEERRRRRYYYYYTTTTTHHHHIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG...








it fucking. sucked.

*facepalm*


needless to say... i was pissed.







AND THEN.








customer.





after customer.





after customer.





after customer.





after customer...


kept coming up to get shit.


so, i couldn't clean it up for a good... 40 minutes.






and i kept forgetting orders.



and i dropped this lady's bagel on the floor as i was getting it out of the oven.



and i burned myself with hot water making tea.



and this guy came by with a bunch of delivery stuff... and i had to sign for it.  

and this little old lady who usually comes in a few times a week decided that TODAY... of all days... she was going to ask me a million questions regarding the borders rewards card, and if she had any money on the card, and if i could check it out for her, and why she didn't have any borders bucks, and the bagel wasn't toasted enough for her like, twice, so i had to keep putting it back in the oven, and in my head i was screaming DO YOU JUST WANT ME TO BURN IT FOR YOU, LADY???????, but of course, i couldn't say that...


because then i would get fired.



which i really can't have.


*sighs*





but it got substantially better once nicole got there at 11:30, and then all the problems seemed to like... float over her way... which sucked on her part, but i was rather relieved that it wasn't just me having to put up with all the shit...

i love nicole.



she pretty much showed up right at the perfect time.



any later... i'd have tried to kill myself with the tongs.



which would have been rather difficult... but i think it could have done some damage.



anyway.



i'm home now, chillin' out max, and relaxin' all cool.


=]


i think i'm gonna clean my car out.


then go take some cans and bottles to the recycling center.


get me some cash.


=]

and maybe take some cd's over to salzers.


see if i can get some money out of that.



=]

if you couldn't tell...
i need moneyz.





XD



hokie dokie.



here i go.


but first... FOOD.



=p



hehehe
ok. REESEES PEECEES.


Ashley♥X



P.S. i wish i could hang out with my cast/crew again.

=]
they are spectacular in ways i can't describe.

AAAAHHHHHH.

the play is going fantastically.

sort of.

 

it's coming along..

not as fast as we would like, but beggers can't be choosers, i guess?

o_O

anyway.

life other than that has been a little too chill.

lazing about the house for hours on buzznet, myspace, facebook, livejournal...

i could probably find a much better use of my time.

but i obviously haven't found that use yet...

 

lol. i should probably get the fuck up once in a while to try to figure out something better to do.

oh well. i think laying in bed, online, listening to music and checking out new artists is very soothing. lazy, but soothing.

=]

 

boy situation= BLECH.

yeah. it's done. been done. i'm over it.

let us try for someone who actually HAS a brain.. shall we??

 

XD

and this such someone is wonderfully amazing, however seems only slightly uninterested. it's whatever.

i think he's kinda... against relationships. lol

whereas... i'm kinda... pro... relationship..

ya know?

haha

 

but it's all good. we're both really flirty and everything. haha it's cute. ^^

 

rawr. i'm going to bed.

reesees peecees. =]

 

 

Ashley&hearts;X

little reminders are everywhere...

i wear them with joy in the memories of everything.

i want so desperately to be what you're longing for...

could i be?

i'll try..

would you let me?

i guess i'll know eventually..

 

 

Ashley&hearts;X