The Passing Of The Gloved One

About 38 minutes ago I got the news that MJ had passed away of cardiac arrest. I was in the living room, and at first I thought my sister was joking. My dad, of course being an asshole, goes 'probably did too much crack'. My mom was shocked as I, now unable to enjoy the movie we had been watching, thought set on Michael. Although I am way too young to truely appreciate his life's work in music, regardless of his chrages, I've always admired him. I have his album, Thriller, and my mom was a HUGE fan when she was young. She acctually got to go to his concert when she was about my age, said he pranced right down her row, right up next to her while he sang, and that it was one of the most amazing shows she's ever been to.

My condolences to his family and fans, and to people who insist on slander and hurtful words,

FUCK YOU.

He was amazing, and everyone has had problems. So shut up and be grateful for what he gave history, a legacy of fantastic music that no one will ever be able to completely top.

Sincerely, Danielle

Redneck Undercover [Feeling Low]

June 24th, 2009

IIII won't worry my life awayyyyy...


What an fantastically rotten birthday. I'm feeling incredibly ditched. I thought I'd give people a little time, you know, to at least call today. No such luck. I was too far away from Earth yesterday to realize how suckish it was, really. My sister left for the night, no HB greeting. Dad said it once, the scarfed my brownies. Brittany and Amanda did call and come over, which made me stop crying at least. Blair didn't call, along with quite a few others. Ky called today with a HB, Buffy wished me HB three days in a row, ha ha. NO texts, a few scare messages on Myspace. I guess it was mostly Rachel's behavior that had me down, and the fact that Blair up and went to Florida, without telling me or calling or anything. I mean, all my exes remembered and not her? Jeez.

As for today, my sister was even more bitch-fest. She finally got home at 4:30 and didn't say a word until she screamed in my and my mom's face about an open can in her room. ..What?

I felt very redneck today. I'm 17 now, chillin at the pool smokin', drinkin', listening to country and riding home in the back of a huge red truck, sun beating down and smile on my face [until Rachel's glare broke my spirit.] Oh well.

I thought this year would be different... that someone would make it really special for me, other than my mom, gosh bless her soul.

Blowin' through the jazz band in my minddd...

Thou Shalt Produce Spit Balls

March 31st & April 1st 2009

The 10 Commandments of Japanese Class;

1. Thou shalt rip up worksheets in plain veiw of sensei, and throw them away.

2. Thou shalt sniff through the nose any sugar products normally consumed through mouth.

3. Thou shalt not speak Japanese when directed to do so, you will go to hell.

4. Thou shalt produce spit balls of paper anf attempt to block out light over Pope Morgan's desk.

5. Thou shalt laugh when sensei is determined to PMS and bitch at us.

6. Thou shalt be sent from the class to the hall and be proclaimed saint of mischeif.

7. Thou shalt say religous figures names at inappropriate times, for this is SENSEI'S SENTANCE.

8. Thou shalt make fun of retards such as Peaks, Xavier, Anthony, and Ryan constantly.

9. Thou shalt find the rainbow wherever it may appear next.

10. Thou shalt create more inside jokes for future entertainment.

Well, that was from today. I'd like to back up and go over yesterday first.

Un eventful school day, not bad or good. Came time to go to Alateen and I was going to bring Ky but when I got to his house, he answered the door and he was extra-baked [sounds delicious right?] so he couldn't leave, but his mom said I could stay there so I skipped out on last night's meeting and proceeded to his room, where we sat, talked, played guitar, scribbled, and made out for 2 1/2 hours. Bliss. Pure Bliss.

Then today,

you see, I like Japan. I like the Japanese language [Nihon wa suki desu. Soushite Nihongo wa maa maa suki desu yo] BUT; I do not like Japanese class, as far as the learning part goes. Now, we few punk ass kids in the front corner of the room feel the same way; Pope Morgan, Saint Dani [me], Saint Caleb, and Shannon [soon to be saint]. So we have devised various methods of entertainment and harrassment [on sensei's part] for that hour and a half we exist there. Sensei is a womanly little Japanese man who is nerdy and annoying as hell. The commandments are basically self explainatory.

On Ky;

I really like him. I feel like..he's just the thing I needed. I mean, he's not perfect by any means. But he's got the right stuff, the things I need especially right now, in a guy, to help me get along smoother.

• He doesn't smother me with calls or excessive lovey dovey.
• He's foward but not too foward.
• He accepts me for me and we happen to be pretty similar.
• He's real hot. :)
• He's not stupid; meaning he can match my intelligence level nicely.
• He play guitar very well! ♥
• He can acctually kiss.
• His parents arn't intimidating or hostile.
• He likes animals like me.

We just get each other, it's that simple. And I am very happy.

-Love always, Hathair!

First Day On The Blog

March 16th, 2009

Hi there;

I've been wanting to make one of these nifty blogs for a while. so I thought I'd get a little backround in before I start really posting.

I am;

My name is Danielle Renee, I am 16 years old and live in central Virginia, USA. My mom is amazing and my dad is a dick. My sister is ..a pain, but I love her. My life is a little more than hectic, but I try not to let it get me down. I love music and dancing and sleep overs. I am passionate about art, words, tunes, earth, and love. I value family over anything and friends over myself.

I have;

Last 2 years I have lived with extended family and back again and I don't make good grades, though I will definately graduate next year from my retardedly huge high school. 2,600 some students; it's a tad crowded.

My pets;

I have 3 cats and a dog. Pandora, my black cat, is my daughter and I love her to death, she was my birthday present last year when I moved back in with my dad, and she likes to sharpen her needles on anything and everything. Zac is a Tonkinese [Burmese/Siamese mix] who is partially blind and very, very silly. And Ellie is my mom's cat; she is flatulent and sweet. My dog is a brown Pitt/Lab mix named Coffee, with the attention span the size of a water molecule and the size of a small bear, he can be fun and frustrating.

So pretty much;

I'm an average girl in a big world, I have dreams like the next person and plan to fullfill them, so don't try and stop me.

My dreams;

I want to graduate high school on time next year. I want to backpack across Europe with my friends. I want to have a career and a family someday. I want to move to somewhere, California. I want see the world. I want to learn an instrament. I want true love.

In conlusion;

I'll be writing about my daily life, mostly for my self expression and peace of mind, but also as a help for any of those out there on the globe who need help or advice, because I'm pretty good at giving it; I've been through a lot.

Peace.