[	Tags	|	mwaa	]
[	mood	|	school is good	]
[	music	|	Hawthorne Heights	]

Okay.

The last couple of weekends have been filled with alcohol and parties . It has been a while since I last wrote and a lot has happened. On February fourth I invited Rebecca to be my date for the snowball so that we could get piss ass drunk together. We succeeded.  The first part of the night was dedicated to crazy dancing, crackers, escorting Rebecca down to the basement bathroom because she was afraid of getting sick.  Later on that night when Rebecca was outside smoking a ciggarette I ran into Greg, his pick up line

" Hey Hey I helped you with your bike once".

And it was true he had. One afternoon when it was a flaky fuck wonderland outside I decided to take my bike in because it was rusting. I was carrying it in and my hands were numb and it was painful. I got my bike inside somehow but could not open my dorm door so I illicited the help of a boy in the hall. His hair was a mess and he looked a little fucked up. Low and behold it was greg. He helped me out and then stumbled on his way. We met up again at snowball.

The rest of the night was spent with him making out.  I was pinned up against the chapel doors and from what people told us we were attempting to have sex. A cop had to come by and separate us.. LOL o man catholic colleges.

Then I had to find Rebecca because she had left with two friends of mine but I did not know where they were so I went to go find her and could not. SO I basically started freaking out and crying. We found her. She was at a fucking hotel with Zach and smarty.

Somehow Navy boys ccame to our room and I got a back rub. Then i slept on the floor. Basically that is all I remember of that.

The next day I see greg in the Caf. And we just sort of giggle. Someone had to remind him of everything that happened. We were both obliterated.  But Through Zach, my little confederate, greg and I were able to hang out a lot more together and we spent this entire weekend together basically getting drunk and hooking up. Last night we made it official and I guess we are together now?? 

" looks like we are engaged now"

" yup"

The gang and I , well really Only Rita and I , like to have themed parties. The guys just like to drink. But anyways, the night before yeasterday was a beach techno party and last night we had a cowgirl Drop kick murphey party in Miley 208. Three of us got dressed up in bikinis and drank Soco and vodka. Somehow, a fuck load of guys made it to our room and there was a boob contest and lots of drunken  lap dancing. Maurice and Noah ( the resident man whore) came by our room and we were all transported to Mo's apartment.  Greg and I hooked up on the couch and now I have a HUGE hiki on my neck and my lip is all fucked up because he bit it.  Nevertheless, What I like about Greg is that he does not suffocate me He keeps a watchful eye  but he is not overly protective. He lets me do my own thing then we just find each other in the end. He takes care of me in my drunken state he is the only kid I know  that could be so retardedly drunk yet still help dress me and offer to run to Taco bell for me. <<smiles>>  so cute.

Rita and I are lucky fuckers to have found each other. She takes care of me and I take care of her. O salve O salve.

That should be a drinking song.

BTW

I truly dislike people that think that they are being sly leaving messages on this shit thinking that Rita and I will not find out who it is. We have our way bitches.

 I am pretty hungover right now. So If this is not the msot cognizant entry I am very sorry.

[	mood	|	giddy is a good word.	]
[	music	|	Sci Fi	]

Going to B-town tonight, hopefully to do something Crazy.

Everyone seems to be going back to school. It is for the best. I need to get people out of my system.

" the size of my manhood or confessional cangoods?"

I love Sage. I would like to think Reba for introducing him to me.

I think there are some people out there that would like to hear this. Today I did something I have been avoiding but feel I can no longer . Because I am addicted to these internet cults, I joined **gasp** facebook. yes the whole thing is not exactly set up but whatever.. it was going to happen eventually. I suppose I will be poking all of you lovely human beings.

I want to go back to the Island really bad. I have this hankerin for Newport and my lovelies and NEW MEAT> new semester means transfer students which means a larger pool to choose from. Hopefully someone fantastic will enter my life. Who knows anything is possible by the sea.

Realization :

He is so ugly to me now. Funny how shit like that happens.  Word bitches.

I am seriously addicted to two things Livejournal and Project Runway.

people think I am a huge alchy now. HAHAHA that makes me giggle because it so far from the truth.But whatever you want to believe I dont  really give a fuck. .  

I am planning out my tattoo.

I was thinking about gay men and how poor I am. It must be so weird being Gay. and it sucks being poor.

Nothing else really to write about except that I would really like a chinese mentor like in the Karate Kid. that would be bad ass. HIIIYAH!

Reba and I had japanese today. She had sushi I had chicken. we ate with chop sticks. it was sweet. Except they had mexicans working, let me repeat. THEY HAD MEXICANS WORKING AT A JAPANESE RESTAURANT.

An old man stranger lectured me today on how I was going to get arthrittis when I am older. Besides depressing and annoying me  ( I attract all of the weird lonely people of the planet) he made me want to sort of stab out my eyes with the chop sticks. I never want to get old. Although the fortune teller told me that I would live past my sixties. Way to kill a moment. " did you hear that young lady, as you age you get arthritis and experience the finer things in life!" he laughed I wanted to become a terrorist.

Love you all

D.

[	mood	|	I could run a marathon!!	]
[	music	|	murder she wrote YEY	]

to people out there that have gripes with me, come to me with it. I genuinely hate when people complain to other people about me because it always gets back. If there is a problem, if I treated you "rude" or "mean" well then grow some balls and tell ME about it. I can handle it I am a big girl. As for the person who said I was rude at the mall, lets get real please. Highschool is over I do not pretend for anyone. I maintained a decorum I thought acceptable for the situation . I said hello how is school and then that is all. I was not in the state of mind to shoot the shit with people I never really bonded with to begin with. I had just found out that I was grossly mistaken about the personality of someone I had cared about deeply, Lets face it babe, running into people from a past life is always difficult and awkward. I am sorry if I came off as rude but I had my reasons I just do not like to be fake. And that is what the situation seemed like to me, Fake and strained.

Nothing to do today. its a little rainy and icky outside and that is how I feel because those damn truffles are catching up with my hips. but it is all good. I had a sparkle of hope this morning as I was lying in bed. In my head I heard a voice say " now Danielle stop brooding" and I pictured the type of person I see myself with and Boom my heart was calm and whamo I am suddenly on a mission. I think i am more attracted to the scene kids rather then the punks at this moment. Do not get me wrong there will always be a soft spot always always, but I think I have a bad taste left in my mouth and am looking for something A little more grind core screamo i have a barbell through the bridge of my nose. I may have to start hanging in providence a lot more than usual.  

are you accusing me of killing my daddy?

because I was home alone working in my woodshop!

I stole a present for my Reba the other night. It now hangs in her car and I love it. watch it sparkle just watch it!

by the way fuckface if you read this I still would like my picture and letter. I gave your sweatshirt to  Reba to give to you so call her if you want it back. She may keep it though who knows. In any case I still deff want my pic so I can frame it and put it on my desk or something. Or give it to my mom or save it for someone else. Who knows, I trashed the other stuff you gave me because I figured if I did not want it neither would you. But please send me my stuff to

40 revere ave

west warwick RI

02893 . that pic is badass 

I will message you also to remind you.

Alright Beauties and Geeks I am out

<3 D.  

[	mood	|	good day foolish preist.	]
[	music	|	Lifetime again~ The Colony	]

I have been exhausted for days and I am not completely sure why. I have been sleeping like crazy and the only possible explanation for my exhaustion, that I can think of, is that I am hibernating because I am going back to school in less than a week.

this journal has overtaken my life. A day does not go by that I do not write in this damn thing. Its sad actually. But I guess my entries afford my faithful public the peace of mind that they are not as crazy as I am . Or if they are, the reassurance that there are others out there.

I can not wait to be back near the ocean. I am sick of 40 Revere. the highlight of my vacation was  Ritas visit  because it was as if I never left school which was excatly what I needed. I feel like I can not get anything done here in mi casa. There are too many distractions and not enough focusing on my part.

so. I have somewhat decided that I want to go to Cali for Graduate school.  Two of the best PhD programs for psych are at Stanford and University of California Berkely. BINGO! tan all the time. The only things I have to worry about is Crazy Latinos and earthquakes. F that I would love it. Cali men are beautiful and though they are arrogant its all good remember Chinease Zodiac says I am going to marry someone powerful.  Maybe I am a west coaster at heart ( although I do have the cynacism of an east coaster)

F that. I have to start working A lot harder in school apparently. The average GPA at the schools I am looking at is a 3.9 which well, I am .5 points away from.

 Good bye social life.

Darlin you amaze me. you know what I hate. I hate when people get drunk their faces get really red like Santa. It is disgusting especially on men.

<3 D.

I am watching a lifetime movie about stalking and it is freaking me out a little.  I would die if I was being stalked like this chick.

 My leg is asleep!!!

I am applying to be an RA next year. the package is worth almost 10,000 dollars and I will have my own room. If I do make RA status I will not be able to live with Rit! that is the only sucky part.

I had two bowls of CHeerios this morning. They were good. My dad says that I should just eat the cardboard box instead, considering the cheerios taste the same.

My dad is a fucking loser how would he even know that?!

hmm hmmh mhmm .. what to talk about.

I have been using this sunless tanner and it is actually working really well. the only thing is , it smells weird like pretzals sort of. **laughs** IDk like chex mix.

there are some songs that depress me. Like Hawthorne Heights Ohio is for lovers.

I love it though!

"because you kill me

you know you do you kill me well

you like to do it I can tell

you'll never stop until

my final breath is gone!!!"

there is a  kid at school that is somewhat obssessed with me. He sends me emails telling me that I am on his mind a lot and talks to my friends about doing something nice for me. I am little apprehensive about this. its been a few months since I have noticed guys that are interested in me. And now I have this hottie after me and I am running away like a shithead. *that would be such a badass combo look wise, ask Rita and reba she has seen pictures* but I am scared because he is proabably not coming back to Salve Next year and I do not want another "it was fun but..." situation. 

F That. FUCK THAT SHIT BITCHES.  I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever do it again. And Do NOT give me that it is better to have love shit because when he decides that it is over there is a lot of pain and if loving means having to let someone that tells you they love you BUT go I would rather be lonely and complaining then have some asshole mindfuck me like he is doing something good for mankind by dumping me.  

fuck you bro.

what would be your worse way to die.

mine:

being buried alive suffocation is never fun. Or maybe being burned alive at the stake. AHHH the pain.

write back to me.

Love

D.