I could be the drug you cant resist.

Fri, 26 May 2006 12:45:53 GMT

So I have not written in an exceedingly long time. I suppose I have not really had the time . Between dance, schoolwork, a nasty bout of mono and drinking, second semester Freshman year was both stressful and enthralling.I made Dean's list this semster coming up to the plate with a semester GPA of a 3.63 and a Culm GPA of a 3.53. I met the love of my life and took some unwarrented gaff for it. Apparently I quit spending time with people who I had before. Well let us ask ourselves this question, Why would I spend time with people that I felt were conescending, at times rude, busy bodies? They think I did not know that they were nice to my face and then talk about me behind my back.( especially about my supposed alcoholic tendencies and obsession with sex) They forget I had the best teachers, The girls at Saint Mary Academy Bay View! I learned a lot about the female psyche at Bay view I saw the worst and the best allowing myself to become friends with backstabbing bitches as well as amazing women. Its not hard to see who is on the up and up, and lets put it this way out of the group of girls of whom I speak there may have been one actually sweet girl, you know who you are.

Moving on.

Next year Rita and I live in Ochre Lodge in our little humble home hopefully away from bitches and deff far away from RA's. Greg has introduced me to the wonderful world of Salve parties and I will admit has held my hair out of the toliet bowl a couple of times. %Thats what I like about the kid He will watch me puke out my guts help me brush my teeth and still give me a kiss goodnight before we fall asleep.

I can't drink as heavily as I did before the mono though, now my body reacts spastically and I get heart palpatations. Can't Say I mind very much. I like a good party like the next girl but gettting drunk elicits stupid comments, puke occasionally, the spins and allows people to walk around in their underware and a t shirt and then fall asellp in the laudry room; which is something that I have done thank you very much.

For all you out there who are shaking your heads saying, I would have never thought Dani Brazil!! well it happened just got to be responsible about it and not drive drunk or endanger other people's life.

College is great for me.

I hope its the same for everyone else. I doubt I will be writing in this thing much anymore. Too much drama attached.

Have an amazing fucking day,
Dani brazil

Whats this Feelin?!

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 18:46:30 GMT

My birthday is on April eleventh!~ and Matisyahu happens to be coming to URI on APril 10. So greg is taking me because Matisyahu is basically our band. We drive to Matisyahu, we walk to Matisyahu, we hook up to Matisyahu... basically he is the man. greg was all excited over break to buy the new Cd Youth, which is good but sort of a let down to Mat's last CD. YEYEYEYEYE! Tomorrow is Saint Patty's day. I begin drinking at 11:00Am. I am not really that Irish But Everyone Is Irish on Saint Patty's DAY!!. Have fun bitches. love Dani

Just call me Sasha

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 02:06:05 GMT

Tonight is the Godfather Gangster Party. We are drinking incredibly cheap vodka and wine that tastes like piss. NIICE.

I have a tiny book that holds the secert to all of our little parties. So far we have had

gangsta party ( ghetto party MOFOS)
beach party
cowgirl party
Eskimo hos and bros party
grunge party
stripper party
spanish party
tonight is the godfather/ russian whore party

the weekend after vacation we are going to have the much talked about Nazi party. Rita and I are going to make arm bands and greg is going to dress up like hitler. Noah is going to be a jew and we are going to play a game called gestapo during which Noah hides out in designated miley/new res rooms and the rest of us walk around with our arm bands and knock on peoples door yelling GESTAPO. it is going to be the best night of my life, Zach Greg smarty and Noah are obsessed with nazi skinheads and shit like that. Basically we are all fascinated. I can not wait.

things are going really well for greg and I. He takes my mind off all the fucked up relationship shit of my past and makes me laugh a lot. ( "New york? that is not that far away. look at you! that kid must love the cock.." )

Last night I was so drunk that I was hugging the toliet bowl for at least an hour. Finally greg made me stick my finger down my throat to puke. He was obliterated and there was seriously a bathroom full of sick girls all of us puking our guts out. I drank Popov and green tea and ate lots of doritos. Worst mistake of my life. I almost went to the hospital apparently. I was scaring greg because I was shaking like a heroine attic and could not breath. hes adorable his eyes get all big and he just takes my hand and holds me when he talks about it
" that scared me" so cute..
he and I went to the market to get Brit a birthday cake. We are poor hobos and could only afford to get her a very tiny little cake with balloons on it; it cost four dollars . We walked back to campus in the freezing cold and I danced around in the middle of the street and made Greg nervous. Apparently I do that a lot...

Nothing really else to say. I am prob going to get drunk tonight and wake up early as usual to go to dance. Mom is coming down to take me out to brunch then walk around Enwport for a bit. I am really excited I miss my mum.

Call me my loves... I do not think I have ever been so content, it feels good to have someone around for me again. I like being adored. Rita and I are lucky fuckers... we found two very amazing men and each other. I love Salve and LIFE>>>

k time to drink...

love yah bitches

Dani

who?

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 12:15:47 GMT

who has been reading my Live journal. I wonder I wonder. Someone left me a response that can be one of two possible people, unless it is a girl in which it can be several. who knows...? I wish I did so I could respond accordingly.

Life is good again. Greg bought me chinese food last night. I am pretty sure that it iwas amazing.

O man

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 06:21:46 GMT

blank.

I am sick to my stomach right now.

so much shit has happened in one night. It seems like everything is collapsing around me.

besides Greg. He stands strong. <> But Idk where Rita is, I do not know where anyone is.. I am alone with MArissa. Thank God someone is with me.

I am freaking out right now. My heart is breaking I am shaking and I am going to fucking puke. Please someone tell me how my life spireled like this.

Dani

Gregathon: he makes me laugh.

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 17:35:37 GMT

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.

last day of dreary january.

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 19:16:46 GMT

well one month of school down only a few more to go.
The past few weekends I have either had a sinus infection or have been intoxicated. I have gone to the clubs twice and teo random off campus parties one at a RW kids house the other at a URI kids house.

Despite my constant interaction with members of the opposite sex, I have yet to find anyone worthy of my attention. This does not inlude the perverts with whom I share some time on the dance floor. It amazes me what this guys will do. One guy went up my shirt was kissing my neck feeling my crotch. It was an interesting night. I just sort of let him do his thing, what else can you expect in a place resembling the bat cave?

I was reading the song of songs for my seeking wisdom class and my eyes teared. I wish I had someone I could write poetry to. Yes yes all you bible scholars I am aware that present interpretation views the song of songs as an allegory for christ and the church and or god and the jews. But taken at face value it can be read as a erotic encounter between a man and a women and it makes me depressed.
Relization:

I become ery depressed when I am tired. My studio art classes are kicking my ass. I have to spend so much time out side of the studio, obbsessing and thinking and planning and drawing and constructing that i want to cry or die , one of the two. My lock jaw is coming back full force, which means that I am stressed to the hilt.

I want to end this session with a quote from my teacher mac..

"your highness jesus is coming"
"grunt"
"what do we do"
" look busy of course!"

Kiss me wont you kiss me so that I can fall asleep in your mouth.

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 17:56:08 GMT

I was drunk all weekend on smirnoff and orange juice.
Friday night we went to Providence. I was not in the mood for anything. So I wolfed a couple of scredrivers and got trashed. "balls to the wall" no straws for me bitches I just down em. ASk anyone.

I inherited the drinking gene.

The party on Saturday was broken up by the cops. Apparently I thought that was very funny and was basically dragged home by my friends who were just as drunk if not more drunk than I was. I guess some random girl had to help me up the stairs. Part of the night is a little sketch. some parts are blacked out completely. I think at one point during the night I was on a couch and I blacked out. Because the next thing I know the cops were at the door and everyone was drunkenly shuffling out the front. Rita pushed me to the front of the line so that we would not be questioned by the policewomen. Just to culminate the night the best quote from myself was stated after we had left the party

" WERE THE COPS THERE?!" I had no idea what was going on.

Sal hates rita and I because we would not go to his crazy Japanese party. weirdo.

Carmen electra work out tapes rock. apparently I am the hottest gril on our floor according to my friend marissa's boyfriend. People are starting to call me Carmen. I am getting a pretty nice figure gentlemen!

I was thinking about being a stripper, haha that would be fun.

still nothing in the love department besides my stalker becoming more and more persistant.
His roomate is uber hotttt...

I am at work again. EW. I forgot how boring this job was.

Okay enough. I feel like I need to lie down. I think I am getting the flu. This happens everytime I get back to this bacteria ridden place.

<3 Dani

the low down

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 17:56:42 GMT

It is now downpouring outside and in an hour I am going to have to brave the rain and wind to get to class. I am going ot the gym later on tonight for the first time since I have been back because well, I am out of shape. This morning it was temperate and lovely, though a little windy. I did not mind though because I sat in class and looked out the window at the waves that were crashing againt the rocks. I love the academic building, all windows face the ocean, its so amazing to look out a pane of glass at one of the most magnificent sites I have ever seen.

I am not going to the harvard convention. I have a heavy courseload including a three hour ceramics class. Let me reiterate on the course. Besides it being three hours long, I will have spend an additional nine hours in the studio. I will also have to chemically balance and create my own clay and glaze as well as firing my own peices. I wanted to cry when she told us that. I have a workbook full of chemical recipies and this course is proving to be more scientific than I thought. Luckily I have some ideas about what I am going to build. I have to make a full set of plates which excites me because we have a mixer that mixes porcelin!

I walked to call with this kid named Sal this morning. He has almost died several times. this vacation he was at the emergency room for hypothermia. If anyone wants to hear why you can email me and I will fill you in.

I have been seeing lots of new guys. some of them look a little to full of themselves for me. Luckily rita's friend is coming to visit this weekend. He will remind me that there are boys beyond Salve.

I got a paper today that states that dogs may be able to sense lung cancer.

science? or Pseudoscience??

<3 D.

Please hold me closer until the execution's over

Tue, 17 Jan 2006 13:22:36 GMT

Moving back into school was fun.
It took six of us girls to fix rita and my bed problem. WE ended raising the bed jamming to techno music and frustrated screams **HELP!!!** **HELP WE NEED BOYS**

I then stored my bike under rits bed and the fridge went under mine. We were going to do it the other way with my bike under my bed and so on but rita was afraid of breaking her leg with the bed so high.

I am concerned about a friend of mine who I think is going to be telling me something concerning me soon...

There is this kid at school who so blatantly adores me that it bothers me a little. He is always over the room lying around with me and watching films. He is too nice and I am not sure about him, though he seems like the type that would have pure motives. IDK. I wish I had a guy friend that could give me advice. Unfortunatly he was that guy friend until he started having an infatuation with me. sigh

I need to get another job and I am not happy. O well. I am an expensive chick apparently.

Day one of new semester does not illicit any new male prospects. Hmm. I did meet a girl that used to go to fordham but left because she was afraid of getting raped on campus.

I have ceramics today and that is it. too bad the class is three hours.

kill me now.

thats it really.

love love love .

D.

I am having entierly too much fun in the sunglass department

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 20:01:49 GMT

Reba slept over last night.
WE made ghetto sushi and this morning went out to breakfast and tried to find rad greenish hairdye.
we failed miserably, but had a pretty amazing time jamming to strawberry feilds. I also picked up a blood brothers CD.

Amazing...

LOVELOVELOVELOVE

love rhymes with hideous car wreckYEY!!

<3

D.

My mother signed me up she though I was addicted... So I asked" and if I am?"

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 01:11:18 GMT

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

excited

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 19:30:49 GMT

I am excited.

there is a plan in the works.

yey!

<3 D.

"I am going crazy" " That's the spirit!"

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 17:26:26 GMT

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.

more quizzes bitches!

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 23:12:03 GMT

Your Haloween Costume Should Be

Elvis

What Should You Be For Halloween?

You Should Learn French

C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.
You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...

What Language Should You
Learn

Your Hidden Talent

Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.
You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.
Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.
People crave your praise and complements.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

You Are an Appletini

Most of the time, you're a typical party girl / guy.
But when you get super sauced, you really up your sex appeal.

What Mixed Drink Are You?

Your Porn Star Name Is...

Ima Cumming

What's Your Porn Star Name?

quizzzz timeee!

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 23:01:30 GMT

Your Seduction Style: Prized Object

The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.
You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.
The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.

You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.
You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.
Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't!

You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors.
Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.
You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

Your Stipper Song Is

Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard

"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?"

Break out the baby oil, you rock it old school.

What Song Should You Strip To?

Your 2005 Song Is

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

"This shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S)"

For you, 2005 was the Best Year Ever.

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

You have me wired baby

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 18:53:22 GMT

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.

man o man

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 17:11:34 GMT

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

GO FUCK YOURSELF!! Fun days to fuck.

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 03:28:02 GMT

fun things to fuck.
fun things to fuck.
fun things to fuck.
fun things to fuck.
fuck the front door,
fuck the back. fuck the good girls with the knack.
fuck the government until they fuck you back.
fuck a muslim, fuck a jew.
fuck fans of blink 182. that's illegal if you were born in '83. yeah, yeah, yeah.
fuck a bean cheese burrito.
fuck a bowl of cookie dough.
fuck the space between the big and neighbor toe.
fuck a cop, fuck a marine. fuck a jar of vaseline.
fuck a calzone with pepperoni. fuck a midget, fuck a dwarf.
fuck chris cringle with an elf. but before you fuck it all... go fuck yourself!
NOFX

I feel the need to say

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 21:18:16 GMT

nothing else to say really Rita and I were just livejournal stalking and we came across his and I was looking at his little pictures and getting all melty hearted ( I was swooning over the red mowhawk he was damn fine with that)so I needed to make myself feel better. so there.

FUCK YOU ANDY MOTHFUCKA. ( you have to say it just right really fast and sharp and angry. And make sure you accentuate every syllable to get the full affect.)

sorry.

Rita and I were just laughing about that. that was a very amusing comment that MEg said that time. Trhough all the crap that Meg says she really brightned my crying spell I like being crass.

Going to a party tonight YEWYEYEYYEYEUYWAKJN?KASNFD<SFH:ISODFHLS?KHF:AOISDH? I am a little excited. Its in newport so yes.. okay I am better now. Dani

And the cow said " fuck that bitch is ugly!"

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 21:10:01 GMT

sitting with Rita looking at pictures and guess who we came across on myspace. wait actually lets be honest. Guess who we stalked on myspace.

A girl who is actually a man who is now dating Rita's ex who probably does not know she is a man and has a penis between her legs. Heis in for a big surprise when he goes in for the kill. **gag**

She is rotund, has a unibrow and more freckles then I have ever seen on ANYONE, Her hair classifies her as a poodle/einstein terrior and its scares me a little. She looks presentable from far away but upclose... well let us just say that medusa was better looking. I do not mean to be harsh on anyone of my sex but this chick is a man. plain and simple.

I can not figure out how he dumped lovely little Rita for this tub of lard. He must be on drugs... big time.

F-that.

word.

Danielle E. Brazil

P.s. In case THE ABOVE WAS NOT HARSH ENOUGH, I ACTUALLY MADE HER A FRIEND ON MYSPACE SO THAT EVERTIME I NEEDED TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT MYSELF I COULD LOOK AT HER. YEY!

Harvard National MUN conferance.

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 17:01:46 GMT

OOO bitches.

I am representing Somalia at Harvard. F that I am interested in two things and two things only.

1. Ivy Men (Push me and then just touch me till I can get my Satisfaction!_I love that song its soo true though)

2. Getting plastered, hammered, sloppy, slushy, out of control, drunk..... whatever you call it

I am strapped for cash and Probably should have worked this vacation, but I will figure out some way to pull this off. I always do!.

going to a party tonight. and Rit is coming down and I can hardly contain myself because life is oooo too good.

I think it is really funny how people realize they have no firends so they start talking to people they perpetually ignored for months.

Hey how the hell are you seems to be their line. I have to ask myself what the fuck do these people want!? Go back to college you friendless whore! I dont like when people are ridiculous, maybe you should not have estranged people to begin with. See being a dick really does not pay off.

lets see. Saw Cassanova last night. What a retarded movie. The only good thing was that Heath was in it and I enjoyed oogling him.

Well I guess that about sums everything up.

My sister is kicking me off.

sigh.

Danielle E. Brazil

This is the wild west. Stand down or draw bitch!

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 23:05:08 GMT

hung with my folks.. YEHAW. thats always a blast.

We went out to breakfast where I proceeded to ritually flick my splenda packets . To my surprise and disdain one of the packets had a hole and sugar got all over me. I actually let go of one mid swing and it catapaulted across the restaurant.

Then we went to the bookstore and I read about my favorite subject : myself.

I read a book about Chinese astrology and boy did they hit the nail on the head with that one. I guess I am a cat ( some chinese use the rabbit rather then the cat, personal preferance_) basically it states that I am cultured and intellectual, love antiques and beatiful thing, and am concerned with how people view me. I am personable and well mannered and often do things in a timely, logical fashion. When it comes to matters of the heart "cats are dunces". . I am cold and overly logical and keep my feeling hidden until I am sure that the person I am dating is worth the time. It says that the people I get into relationships with are generally a reflection of some aspect of my personality. A person that I date has to have something special something that I value in myself.( this is all pretty weird I know) But it says that when I am sure that the person I am with is worth it I am undeniably loyal. I will also defend the person ruthlessly.

I am a fire cat, so I am not as shy as cats generally are. I love attention and because I am an aries I tend to be self critical and introspective though my character is outwardly extroverted. When I am stressed I could come off as having a superior, snobbish attitude, although it usually just masks insecurity, stress and vulnerabilty that I refuse to acknowledge.

Agreed..

nothing else to write about really. Party on saturday, one more day...

RITA COME VISIT ME!!

<3 Danielle E. Brazil

realization,

I can be a self absorbed ridiculously whiny bitch. Not everyone wants to know about my woes and pain. Its not half as bad as some other people's. I am selfish and rude and sometimes down right nasty, melodramatic at times and OCD. soul serching gives way to such realizations . However, the book says that I am probably going to end up with a powerful man. Powerful women attract powerful men. I can just see myself marrying or at least being mutually attached to the JFK type. Lovely, wildly smart and unafraid to make money, but also hangs on to a good thing when he sees one. O honey where elso to meet speldidly powerful people than Newport Rhode Island.

there is so much wish in you. Baby you are full of wish.

Half the crime perpetrated in NY happens to be Crack related. Take that to the bank.

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:47:20 GMT

**cracks Knuckles**

what to write about? Rebecca and I are, yes, still chilling together. WE are wayy to cool for our own good. I have not really spoken to too many other people. But, she and I have been doing crazzzzy things. Like talking to random strangers in Bickfords while wearing pajamas ( we had not showered).

Stranger : " there is a demand for Psychologists in places like Idaho and Iowa. I think you can give meds without a MD there. "

Danielle: " Rebecca If I go to the midwest will you visit me"

Rebecca: Ahh Dani I am never visiting you in Idaho!

Danielle: " Now I know who my true friends are!"

Rebecca: " uggh I would visit you but I dont want to go to FUCKING Idaho"

Danielle: " Cm'on! I will take you to the Mall of AMerica!"

That Bickfords man was ridiculous and lumberjackish( he had a hella beard!) and jobless and sketchy..

I scored an authetic WWII army jacket on Thayer!! did I write about this already? maybe but o well its so bad ass that it deserves to be mentioned twice.

I made a totally ridiculous dress with Rebecca because it was blizzarding outside yesterday and we wanted to do something, well, ridiculous.

It is zebra striped and has ruffles on the bottom and we are going to put buttons on it. It is a balls to the wall dress that only someone as fucking insane as myself would wear. I am debating whether it will make its grand entrance at the party on saturday. I am one BAd Ass mothafucka. *laughs

been thinking a lot about stuff lately. not the normal run of the mill relationship stuff, more like Why the fuck do I suck so much. I am not sure what it is about me that repulses men. Maybe I am to scary and crazy and ridiculous. But it is hard for me to you know give them the eye and shit. Maybe they have radar that tells them they are not going to get any. flirting turns into a fiasco, because I can not act normal when I am nervous. I start making weird noises and run out of things to say. what do you say to men, none of htem are really interested in relationships they just sort of want to get their cock sucked or whateva. lame lame LAMMMMMEEE. the only time men really act interested a) I am not paying any attention to them b) I am in a relationship c) I am comatose **smiles

at school it is more simple there are men everywhere. But again they just want ass they dont really care that my favorite artist is Goya and that I cried when I first walked in Ochre point because I was overcome with awe over the beauty of the artwork, or how at night I cuddle with a pillow because I get lonely and want to be held or how I watch maury and learn about women that survived ridiculous attacks by their boyfriends and it makes me NEVER ever want to date again. I just want security, I want people to be there for me and never attack me with a f-ing bow and arrow.

Its hard for me to know who is legit.

I think it is all nonsense.

I can not wait until I am at school and can focus on work and take my mind off of all this crazy bullshit.

I think my new favorite word in mangled. Thats a fun word sort of.

single.

what a ridiculous concept for Dani Brazil I should be in a nice stable relationship. Eating dinner with his family and buying him cute little sweaters and shit.

I am happy though. really. I am glad that karma is a bitch and always gets people in the end. sometimes how it ends up sucks and good women are left in th dust. But I guess I am the marrying type. That women you like tot ake home to mama. one that will let you experiment your cooking skills and taste it, let you pick out crazy outfits and she will wear them, one that would be happy with lots of letters and will save them for eternity. I like the little things in life.

I like the simple folks.

Danielle E. Brazil

Tue, 03 Jan 2006 00:37:41 GMT

SO.

lets talk about how much I have not been having! Besides the fact that rebecca is back *thank god* and I have been spending every waking minute with her since she got home * thank god* nothing else even remotely amazing has happened. Basically we went to the mall and Thayer, our usual, and I almost had a fit looking at all the happy couples I saw lounging around having an amazing time together, or at least appearing to have a good time together. I dont understand how some people score and I do not. It makes me sick on the inside.

O MY GOD, by the way, that sucka got stuck with a fat chick. *Laughs Violently While pissing myself on the floor. * , and now I am just pissed that everyone I am attracted too always runs away like I am some kind of infectuous disease. Its hard being single and finding people. I sort of detest the dating or should I say "searching" game.

realization

I have realized that in my whole 18 years of life I have never once had an actual valentine.

F-That, at least this year I have rebecca. WOOT

she is just as thrilled as I am ( where the men at?)

So.

Reba and I are MAKING A MOVIE BITCHESSSSSSSS. and it is going to be called

Dani and Rebecca's movie : bitches
word.

anyway, it is going to kick the ass of every other movie ever created and so will our book, which again will be better than any book ever written.

Mothafuckas.

we have yet to work on the movie.

but the book..... BAD ASS...

word.