<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:29:00.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Screaming</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is waiting for you . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-116099128878434530</id><published>2006-10-16T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T02:34:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i hate university. and i hate that i have no friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-116099128878434530?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/116099128878434530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=116099128878434530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/116099128878434530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/116099128878434530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/10/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-115958164600498762</id><published>2006-09-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:00:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an update</title><content type='html'>I am in Lethbridge now. Ended up finding a basement suite about ten minutes (driving) away from the university. It isn't a bad place. I live close to the liquor store and to Starbucks. My current essentials. My roomate is nice. She is in her fourth year so she has been so awesome with helping me figure lots of things out. She has a little dog which I thought would make me miss my dog less, but it just isn't the same. The guys that live upstairs are sweet. They are these three young guys from Quebec. And so loud. If I spoke French I would be able to clearly understand every conversation. Pretty much they belong in the sixties. Total hippies. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes...well it is difficult, not going to lie. I have been out of school for more than two years now. So learning is different. I pretty much love all my classes though. Or find a reason to love every class anyway. Except for history. What in God's name posessed me to take history. Blargh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much my social life is non existent. People here seem to solidify their friendships in residence. And I just don't have that option. Hopefully things will start to get better. My roomate has been really good about it. She got me hoked on Grey's Anatomy. Made me watch Gladiator which I had never seen before. Pretty much it was like, ok, you can't live here anymore until you watch it. She also introduced me to all of her friends, so that was good for a laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going home this weekend. I am so excited, I could pee. I get to see some people who love me. Yay! Also, I am in dire need of warm clothing. My mother told me not to bother bringing anything because it would still be warm by the time I got home. She was so wrong. It is so cold, and has been trying very hard to snow all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, this is my new life in a nutshell. I wish I had something really exciting to report. But I just don't. Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-115958164600498762?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/115958164600498762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=115958164600498762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/115958164600498762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/115958164600498762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-update.html' title='Finally, an update'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-115398075142831227</id><published>2006-07-26T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:12:31.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/countdown_ootp.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-115398075142831227?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/115398075142831227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=115398075142831227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/115398075142831227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/115398075142831227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-115156471286575428</id><published>2006-06-28T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:05:12.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't blog anymore. I don't have anything particularily blogworthy to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definately going to Lethbridge next year. I don't have anywhere to live. But oddly enough, I am not worried about this. I could live in a cardboard box come September and in the moment, that does not even bother me. I think I am too busy being torn between everything currently going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely and HAPPY. This is the newest feeling for me. I find myself doing nothing so often, but I have realized that I like it. Also, I am currently extremely close with my sister. Which is completely wicked. I will miss her like crazy in September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working at Home Outiftters. I hate it and I am miserale for nintey percent of the time I am there. But I am only there part time now. I am working full time at the daycare in Silver Springs and I love it! Something funny happens every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretty much that is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-115156471286575428?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/115156471286575428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=115156471286575428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/115156471286575428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/115156471286575428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114919049475439778</id><published>2006-06-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:36:01.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever miss being a child?</title><content type='html'>I remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground, the worst thing that you could get from the opposite sex was cooties, your mom was who you wanted to be, your worst enemies were your teachers or your siblings, race issues was who ran the fastest, war was a card game, the only drugs you knew was cough medicine &amp; a girl that wore a skirt didnt have to be a slut, the only thing that you smoked were the tires on your bike, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees &amp; the only thing that can get broken were your toys. Life was simple &amp; care free, but what I remember the most was wanting to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114919049475439778?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114919049475439778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114919049475439778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114919049475439778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114919049475439778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-ever-miss-being-child.html' title='Do you ever miss being a child?'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114844200820730671</id><published>2006-05-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:40:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Owner of a Lonely Heart - Max Graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;My Paper Heart - All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;If tha Mood - Esthero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;Who I am Hates Who I've Been - Reliant K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Cover Girl - New Kids on the Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Smei Charmed Kinda Life - Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was/is high school like?&lt;br /&gt;we belong together - mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;banditos - the refreshments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;perfect situation - weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;right here waiting - staind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my parent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;swing swing - all american rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;tonight i want to cry - keith urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;the grace - never ending white lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;obviously - mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;i've got you - mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to you - sinead o'conner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;girl next door - saving jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;don't hold me down - kayle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;venus - bananarama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;pictures - bomtang boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;call on me - eric prydz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you are? &lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day - bon jovi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114844200820730671?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114844200820730671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114844200820730671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114844200820730671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114844200820730671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-am-i-feeling-today-owner-of-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114702323680088847</id><published>2006-05-07T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:33:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=17933078" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114702323680088847?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114702323680088847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114702323680088847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114702323680088847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114702323680088847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/05/updated-version.html' title='Updated Version'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114671725877152418</id><published>2006-05-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:11:46.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury to Insult</title><content type='html'>Today is a disappointing day for Calgary fans all around. I have hung my jersey and teken down my car flag. And to add a little salt in the wound. Edmonton is doing better then us. I think I may wear black tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114671725877152418?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114671725877152418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114671725877152418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114671725877152418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114671725877152418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/05/injury-to-insult.html' title='Injury to Insult'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114654910710469954</id><published>2006-05-01T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:51:47.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so here's the deets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. May 6th. The Roadhouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets bring in my second decade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114654910710469954?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114654910710469954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114654910710469954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114654910710469954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114654910710469954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so-heres-deets.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114564109709568052</id><published>2006-04-21T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:57:48.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you've got the feeling jump to the ceiling"</title><content type='html'>~Jump Around, House of Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had a day full of shock therapy and surprises. And really, I just mean that I am the scardiest slash jumpiest person there ever was. We start the day off with a mouse. Of course it was a dead mouse, and it was outside, not really affecting me in anyway, but it scared the hell out of me none the less. So we go into Jayme's house and I relax a little. However, this did not last long. As we are leaving her house, her cat darts at me from underneath her car. A second panic attack. I was definately expecting something else, because bad things always come in threes. So Jayme and I are sitting at my dining room, enjoying some sweet tunes and the sunshine, chatting it up with a few people online when someone sends a little nudge thing that shakes your computer screen. Well in my weakend state of stanity, I let out a little scream. I definately thought that there was something wrong with my computer. Third times the charm. Right? Wrong. Little to my knowledge my brother was hanging out in the backyard and comes running at the window and screams. So I scream. The clincher? Later that night Jayme and I go for a walk and a stick (Yes, a STICK!!) falls on my foot and I completely freak out. I thought something furry was on my foot. I screamed like a crazy person, mostly because I am a crazy person. I am pretty sure that screaming like I am being murdered in the middle of the night is inappropriate. At the end of the day I am quite shocked that my pants were still dry, and that my throat was not raw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114564109709568052?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114564109709568052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114564109709568052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114564109709568052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114564109709568052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-youve-got-feeling-jump-to-ceiling.html' title='&quot;If you&apos;ve got the feeling jump to the ceiling&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114534347458687663</id><published>2006-04-17T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:57:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS</title><content type='html'>I am officially never succuming to a damn forward again. It was all send this to blah many people and Saturday will be the best day of your life. Well. It wasn't. Not that it was a bad day. But in no way would I compare it to the best day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114534347458687663?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114534347458687663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114534347458687663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114534347458687663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114534347458687663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/ps.html' title='PS'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114516912309141356</id><published>2006-04-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:18:25.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is dedicated to Jayme</title><content type='html'>I am not entirely sure why I blog anymore. I don't really have anything particularily interesting to say. Nor do I have any readers. I am almost certain that the blogging phenonmenom is over. Or almost over. So I am almost certain that the fact that I am still blogging means that I am a little less cool then everyone else. But I already knew this. Anyways I thought I might update all my non readers on the happenings of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally heard back from the other school that I was waiting for. And now I have a dilemma. I didn't think I wanted to even go to Lethbridge until I realized that I have other options. And now I am confused. Even though there is one choice that is clearly better then the other. But if I went to Lethbridge I would have a reason to move out. If I stay in Calgary it just doesn't really make sense to move out. Other then I want to! And Jayme does as well. But...its a lot of money. Which we all know, I have a hard time saving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to something else. I pretty much hate my job. I used to be quite happy there, but now am not. This is unfortunate because it means I really have a hard time getting out of bed to go. Boo. This reinforces school. Then I no longer need to work retail! For all of those who think that retail is for you. It's not. It is not for anybody! But the thing that I hate the most about it is the gossip. Why can adults not act like adults? I hate it. And the worst thing is that the majority of the gossip that I hear was just brought up by the manager. That is not right. And I hate knowing about the things they have said about me behind my back. So if you say something nasty about me, I do not want to hear it! I am fine with pretending I don't get talked about. Victoria and I made a pact not to gossip anymore. I am slowly getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my birthday! Woot woot. Assuming that I live to be average age I am now about 1/4 of the way through my life. Woah Danielle, this is morbid. Do not think this ok? ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year HBC has a run for Canada that every store has to participate in. I got volunteered to be the co-captain of our spirit committee. Please, let me stab a fork repeatedly into my eye. This would probably be more fun. So we have to raise money at a store level. Today we had a Easter Scavanger with face painting for all the little kids. Great idea right? Well we were not allowed to charge people for this. Ooooh great. Donations welcome? Donations expected! We had twentyish kids and we made seven dollars! People need to be more generous. Your welcome for allowing the use of our time and services while your children roam free in our store. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still pine after a boy that I know is useless to pine over. Booness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Jayme tonight. We enjoyed ourselves a real classy evening. After getting all perdied up we made our way down to the Back Alley, or more commonly called the Crack Alley, or the Backstab Alley. we spent five bucks to get in and spent no more then a half hour there pretty much walking around. Awesome. So to top off all of this we went to HOOTERS! Hurray! I have never been there. We enjoyed some chicken strips, that were not so much chicken strips as they were gross blobs of fat that didn't really resemble chicken. I feel these fat deposits (ew that makes it seem much grosser that we actually ate them) really do justice to my new found strict low cal diet. As did the piece of cheesecake I ate when I got home. Dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114516912309141356?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114516912309141356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114516912309141356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114516912309141356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114516912309141356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-dedicated-to-jayme.html' title='This is dedicated to Jayme'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114464420285463610</id><published>2006-04-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:54:58.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Guilty Game</title><content type='html'>This is The Guilty Game. Next to the questions, put your answers as either guilty or innocent. Guilty if you have, innocent if you haven't. Re-post and see what others have or have not done! No pleading the 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated outside your race?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a one night stand?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit in someone's Drink?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with Barbies?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made someone cry?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen "The Goonies" more than 10 times?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a Computer game for more than 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran through the sprinklers naked?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate food that fell on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside naked?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught cheatin?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught having sex?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooned somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage naked or close to it?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a parade?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a school play?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank beer?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten detention?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken into a house?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten into a fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten into a shouting match?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed sea/pool water?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on your own feet?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with more than one person in a day?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex outside?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in public?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped class?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried so hard you stopped breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken a picture naked?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a member of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;Almost guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced in front of your mirror naked?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooled around in your parents house?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditched school to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 3?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played dress up?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched a snake?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you snorted?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pole danced?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lost?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever gone to school without underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played chicken?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried over someone?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex more than 10 times in one day?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band or played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken more than 10 shots of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the word "guilty" look weird now?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114464420285463610?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114464328643878083</id><published>2006-04-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:28:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q1) Last thing you burned while attempting to cook?&lt;br /&gt;Myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2) Describe yourself in three words?&lt;br /&gt;Most annoying ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3) How long does it take to get ready for your day?&lt;br /&gt;About an hour give or take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4) Favorite place to blow $50?&lt;br /&gt;Well fifty dollars is easy to blow anywhere. But probably wal-mart. oooh or HMV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5) How many people have you thought were "the one"?&lt;br /&gt;None so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6) What is something that turns you off from the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;poor hygiene. and guys who are shorter then me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7) What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;chvey malibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8) What's in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen days - Three Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9) What celebrity would you have coffee with?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, well its kind of a toss up between johnny depp and owen wilson. but i would much rather have "coffee" with them if you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10) What celebrity would you NOT have coffee with?&lt;br /&gt;there are too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11) What kind of toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Colgate? I forget what I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12) What time do you usually go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13) Last movie you saw in the theatre?&lt;br /&gt;She's the man. Funniest movie EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14) Last TV show you watched?&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching a what not to wear marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15) Who is my best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I have a few really good friends but no best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16) Who in your family do you best get along with?&lt;br /&gt;my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17) Who do you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;there is this guy whom I need to get over because it can't happen. he can't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18) What time is it right now?&lt;br /&gt;10:08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19) Are you planning a vacation/travel?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20) When/Where was the last time you traveled?&lt;br /&gt;Last May to Ontario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21) How many times have you been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Next question please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22) How old will you be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;almost thirty...aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23) Where do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully successful and married and with child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24) Sinful snacking weakness?&lt;br /&gt;Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q25) Roller Coasters?&lt;br /&gt;Woot woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q26) Ever run out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;Close but not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q27) Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q28) Ever been on a blind date?&lt;br /&gt;yes and it was not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q29) Ever been to Europe?&lt;br /&gt;no:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q30) What would you do if you could be the opposite sex for one day?&lt;br /&gt;Pee standing up! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q31) Would you tell anyone it was really you?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q32) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q33) Have a crush on anyone you work with?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I worked at Calaway. Everyone has a crush on someone in that place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q34) What is something you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q35) What is something you fear?&lt;br /&gt;spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q36) Big or small?&lt;br /&gt;What exactly are we talking about? Big or small feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q37) What is the worst physical pain you have ever experienced?&lt;br /&gt;When I sprayed teqila out my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q38) What is your favorite television show?&lt;br /&gt;What not to wear or the oc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q39) Ever photoshopped yourself to look better in a picture?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I got rid of red eyes once but thats it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q40) Tell us something about your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hospital with the chicken pox when I was nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q41) What would it cost you to flash the person next to you?&lt;br /&gt;No one is beside me. But if there was someone beside me it would probably take a lot of rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q42) When would we catch you in the best mood?&lt;br /&gt;Mid afternoon and then evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q43) If you could be anything for one day, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q44) Most prized possession?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q45) Would you ever sell it/how much?&lt;br /&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q46) What is one of your pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;whistling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q47) Favorite kind of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;bubble gum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q48) What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;some song on a commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q49) If you could sucker punch one person who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;oooh a few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q50) Would you like to tell us one of your secrets?&lt;br /&gt;when i was little i spilled perfume on the floor and blamed it on my sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114464328643878083?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114464328643878083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114464328643878083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114464328643878083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114464328643878083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/q1-last-thing-you-burned-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114447387419261768</id><published>2006-04-07T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:24:34.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I made!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=17933078" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114447387419261768?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114447387419261768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114447387419261768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114447387419261768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114447387419261768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/look-what-i-made.html' title='Look what I made!'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114413107116740494</id><published>2006-04-03T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:14:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. So I figure, what better way to pass the time then to sit at the computer in my pyjamas, with a sleep mask on my forhead and fret about the future? I have so many things on my mind and I don't know how to not worry about them. I don't even know why I worry about most things. Because what is the point right? I need a way to let go and relax. But everything seems to lead to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little more then a month I will be turning twenty. This scares me a little bit. Actually this scares me a lot. I am not even sure why. A collection of reasons I guess. I don't think that it's because I think that I am getting to old. But I guess that I always thought that I would have everything all figured by the time that I turned twenty. My mom met my dad when she was my age. But I am pretty sure that I will not be meeting anyone anytime soon. Not that I don't want to but because these things don't happen for me. Also at twenty I should be halfway through university. But here I am turning twenty and I haven't even gone to university at all. And the only prospects for post-secondary that I have I am finding every reason to not be excited about it. I guess because I always find the bad in every situation so why not this one too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird to be obsessing with the fact that I will no longer be a teenager? And that asuming I live to average life expectancy, I am about 1/4 of the way done my life. Is it strange to think like this? I guess growing up is inevitable. Maybe this is why I hate it so much. Everything that is inevitable usually ends up going badly for me anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not depressed, but sometimes I am unhappy. Even miserable. i have spent long hours coming up with ways to make myself happier. And everytime I create a list of self improving techniques I promise myself that this time I will really try hard to make it work buteach time it doesn't and I go on being unhappy. I am not really quite sure why I don't follow through with my list knowing that these things will make me happer I just don't do them. Maybe one day I will get over this hump, or rut as I often like to refer to it as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I go through the same routine. Maybe I need a change. Maybe this could be a deciding factor in going to Lethbridge. A chance to get away. A change in pace. It could be a good thing right? But I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want. Well I do know what I want. But as it always seems to go in my life, the more I want something the less it seems to happen for me. I hate it. So maybe I should just stop wishing and wait? This can be my new plan from here on out? Be happy in the now. And maybe things will happen for me someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114413107116740494?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114413107116740494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114413107116740494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114413107116740494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114413107116740494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/insomnia_03.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114404848818510125</id><published>2006-04-03T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:14:48.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music equals life equals love</title><content type='html'>1. Of all the bands/artists in your cd/record collection, which one do you own the most of?&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;On The Roof Again - Eve 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's in your record/CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;Various stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What song pretty much sums you up?&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Girl - weird Al. It is my theme! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favorite local act?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know a whole lot about the local scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last show you attended?&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what was the greatest show you've ever been to?&lt;br /&gt;Green Day, or Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the worst band you've ever seen in concert?&lt;br /&gt;Billy Talent when they opened for sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What band do you like musically but dislike the members of?&lt;br /&gt;hmm i don't think there is any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the most musically involved you have ever been?&lt;br /&gt;I was in chooir when i was young. and I played the ukelele. And music class in elementry and band in junior high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What shows are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;None at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite band shirt?:&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What music posters do you have up in your room?&lt;br /&gt;I have a Keith Urban poster, and a Hedley poster and I have a new kids picture! But only because I found it in the basement like a week ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What musician would you like to be in love with for a day?&lt;br /&gt;I am already in love with a bunch of musicians...so how about one of them love me for a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Pat Benatar or Cyndi Lauper?&lt;br /&gt;Pat Benatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Sabbath or solo Ozzy?&lt;br /&gt;solo ozzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Commodores or solo Lionel Ritchie?&lt;br /&gt;hmm tough call...i think i pick neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Punk rock, hip hop or heavy metal?&lt;br /&gt;Punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Doesn't Primus suck?&lt;br /&gt;haha i don't know who primus is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you know that filling out this survey makes you a music geek?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care because i heart music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the greatest decade for music?&lt;br /&gt;80's..a little bit of 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many music-related videos/dvds do you own?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm eight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like Journey?&lt;br /&gt;depends on my mood and the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Don't try to pretend you don't!!&lt;br /&gt;what?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favourite movie soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;Chicago or Grease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What's the crappiest CD/record/etc. you own?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this could go on forever...I own a lot of cds that are not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you prefer vinyl or CDs?&lt;br /&gt;CDs.I don't own any vinyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. All totalled, how much do you spend on music a month?&lt;br /&gt;I care not to disclose this information because it is waaaay more then I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114404848818510125?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114404848818510125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114404848818510125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114404848818510125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114404848818510125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/music-equals-life-equals-love.html' title='music equals life equals love'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114404619332840750</id><published>2006-04-02T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:37:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Summer!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/summer.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Flirty&lt;br /&gt;Cute&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114404619332840750?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114404619332840750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114404619332840750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114404619332840750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114404619332840750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114403788808409196</id><published>2006-04-02T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:18:08.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the record</title><content type='html'>1) When was the last time you went to the bathroom outside?&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, unless an outhouse counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Last time you saw your parents?&lt;br /&gt;A couple of minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which family member do you most resemble?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...a tough one. MY MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you own your own Bible?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you wear deodorant?&lt;br /&gt;Alex once got me deoderant for my birthday. As a joke. Because I do wear it. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you clean up nice?&lt;br /&gt;what means nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When was the last time you tripped and fell?&lt;br /&gt;omg...probably yesterday. I trip and fall all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Where was the last place you slept besides your home?&lt;br /&gt;Jaymes house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Have you ever started an uncontrollable fire?&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Ever run out of gas on the road?&lt;br /&gt;no. almost, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Would you rather cut the grass or rake the leaves?&lt;br /&gt;rake the leaves. because then you can jump in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Your middle name spelled backwards?&lt;br /&gt;yentruoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Last time you swam in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;Last summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Have you ever been in a school play?&lt;br /&gt;yuppers. okay who honestly says yuppers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;three?? four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Type of music you dislike most?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think that there is a type of music that I dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) You registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) You have cable?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Ever prank call anybody?&lt;br /&gt;haha many times over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. They both sound scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you have a garden?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Who's your favorite comedian?&lt;br /&gt;Will Ferell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Bath or Shower, morning or night?&lt;br /&gt;shower, morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Best movie you've seen in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;SHES THE MAN!!! Best movie EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Best pizza topping?&lt;br /&gt;Pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) peanuts or popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;roasted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Orange Juice or apple?&lt;br /&gt;I like both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) When was the last time you voted at the polls?&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) When was the last time you ate a home grown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever eat any tomoatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Ever order anything from an infomercial?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Sprite or 7 up?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really drink any pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work/school?&lt;br /&gt;to work yes, to school no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Ever thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think so. But once my sister threw up on me in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love?&lt;br /&gt;Find true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Who was the last person you visited in a hospital?&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Did you have a lot of hair as a baby?&lt;br /&gt;no, i was bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) What do you think about most?&lt;br /&gt;so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Favorite form of travel?&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) If you could have one magical power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. I will think on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114403788808409196?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114403788808409196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114403788808409196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114403788808409196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114403788808409196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/04/off-record.html' title='Off the record'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114309024736861043</id><published>2006-03-22T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:04:07.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pros verses the cons</title><content type='html'>So here are the pros:&lt;br /&gt;i would be going to school&lt;br /&gt;I would be living on my own, trying to do my own stuff&lt;br /&gt;Well...I would be in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cons:&lt;br /&gt;MONEY &lt;br /&gt;MONEY&lt;br /&gt;no car&lt;br /&gt;moving away from friends and family&lt;br /&gt;what if i am not taking the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I can see that I have out lots of thought into this. Arrgh. I don't know what to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114309024736861043?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114309024736861043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114309024736861043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114309024736861043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114309024736861043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/03/pros-verses-cons.html' title='The pros verses the cons'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114258049138174221</id><published>2006-03-16T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:28:11.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're happy 'cause you smile, but how much can you fake"</title><content type='html'>~Superman's Dead, Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get out of a rut? I have been stuck in a suckfest for like nine months now. I don't want to feel like this anymore. It feels like as soon as one thing in my life finally starts to seem right everything else falls apart. I can't keep picking up the pieces anymore. And I don't know if I want to. I know that I do not have things badly. So why do I feel this way? And how do I change it? Because no matter how hard I try, it doesn't change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114258049138174221?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114258049138174221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114258049138174221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114258049138174221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114258049138174221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/03/youre-happy-cause-you-smile-but-how.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re happy &apos;cause you smile, but how much can you fake&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114213835188049048</id><published>2006-03-11T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:39:11.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Broken wings have a home tonight"</title><content type='html'>~Broken Wings, Bleed the Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rondi, with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ready with a smile for anyone. You will be missed by all those who knew you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114213835188049048?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114213835188049048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114213835188049048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114213835188049048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114213835188049048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/03/broken-wings-have-home-tonight.html' title='&quot;Broken wings have a home tonight&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114153914769676276</id><published>2006-03-04T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:36:40.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a survey whore. Mostly because I have nothin better to do.</title><content type='html'>This survey was a bitch and a half. And it took me like six days. Mostly because there are several surveys combined. So there are a lot of repeat questions. But after a few days, maybe the answer changed. I filled them out mostly because I have nothing better to do. So you now you can read it. Because you don't have anything better to do. You can learn things about me that you already know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. HOW MANY KEYS ARE ON YOUR KEYCHAIN?&lt;br /&gt;Four. One for my house, one for the car and two for the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. WHAT MAKEUP DO YOU WEAR ON A REGULAR BASIS?&lt;br /&gt;eye liner, mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. IS YOUR AIM AWAY MESSENGE ON?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have AIM, but on MSN I am offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. IF YOU COULE EAT ONE MEAL FOR THE REST OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD YOU EAT?&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. WHAT CURSEWORD DO YOU USE THE MOST? &lt;br /&gt;I think most words come out equally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. DO YOU OWN AN IPOD?&lt;br /&gt;an iPod mini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. HOW MANY SUITCASES DO YOU OWN?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my family owns like fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. DO YOU WEAR FLIP-FLOPS EVEN WHEN IT'S COLD OUTSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. WHERE DO YOU BUY YOUR GROCERIES FROM?&lt;br /&gt;Sobey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. WOULD YOU RATHER TAKE THE PICTURE OR BE IN THE PICTURE?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the day. And my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. DO ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS HAVE CHILDREN?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY, WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU WOULD BUY?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I won some money from ascrath ticket once. I bought nothing with it at the time because I only won two dollars, which is what I paid for the ticket. So I just put it back in my wallet and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. HAS ANYONE EVER CALLED YOU LAZY?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. DO YOU EVER TAKE MEDICATION TO HELP YOU FALL ASLEEP FASTER?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. WHAT CD IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR CD PLAYER?&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard, Lights and Sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. DO YOU PREFER REGULAR OR CHOCOLATE MILK?&lt;br /&gt;regular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. HAS ANYONE TOLD YOU A SECRET THIS WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SOMEONE HIT ON YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't notice this but there was this old guy in my work and he was talking to me and my boss about his new house and after he left Mary told me that the guy had been hitting on me. It was weird. Because he was old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR DINNER?&lt;br /&gt;Ceasar salad, pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. DO YOU WEAR HOODIES OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, around the house I always have one on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR CAr?&lt;br /&gt;Silver and the van is blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. CAN YOU WHISTLE?&lt;br /&gt;I hate whistling. It is my number six biggest pet peeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK TO YOUR LEFT?&lt;br /&gt;Stereo Speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. DO YOU MAKE YOUR OWN JELWERY?&lt;br /&gt;Not since I was about twelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. HAVE YOU EVER PARTICIPATED IN A PROTEST?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO CALL YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE RIDE AT AN AMUSEMENT PARK?&lt;br /&gt;At the srampede I used to love crazy flip, but they took it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. DO YOU THINK PEOPLE TALK ABOUT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK?&lt;br /&gt;If course, everyone gets talked about behind their back, whetehr they like it or not. it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. WHAT AREA CODE ARE YOU IN RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;403&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034. DID YOU WATCH CARTOONS AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;heck yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. HOW BIG IS YOUR LOCAL MALL?&lt;br /&gt;large enough to meet my needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. WHAT IS YOUR JOB TITLE?&lt;br /&gt;team lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. HOW MANY SIBLINGS DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SO DRUNK THAT YOU THREW UP?&lt;br /&gt;definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. ARE YOU SHY AROUND THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;oh hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge one, but it doesn't make much sense to dwell on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. HAVE YOU EVER HAD JAMBA JUICE?&lt;br /&gt;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED SO HARD THAT YOUR SIDES HURT? &lt;br /&gt;It's been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. WHAT MOVIES DO YOU KNOW EVERY LINE TO?&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I used to know every single line to the movie a Swan Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. DO YOU OWN ANY BAND T-SHIRTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CANDLE SCENT?&lt;br /&gt;Usually anything fruity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046. HOW MANY AUNTS AND UNCLES DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;1 uncle on my dads side and then an aunt and an uncle on my moms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. WHEN WAS YOUR LAST PLANE RIDE?&lt;br /&gt;last May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN SNOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. HOW MANY CHAIRS ARE AT YOUR DINING ROOM TABLE?&lt;br /&gt;6, five actually because one broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SALAD DRESSING?&lt;br /&gt;French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051. DO YOU READ FOR FUN?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I get the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. CAN YOU SPEAK ANY LANGUAGES OTHER THAN ENGLISH?&lt;br /&gt;Well on a good day, which is never, I could have a conversation or two in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. WHERE IS YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;in my purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. DO YOU DO YOUR OWN DISHES?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR BEDROOM PAINTED?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. ARE YOUR PARENTS DIVORCED?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED IN PUBLIC?&lt;br /&gt;Yes a ton and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. DO YOU HAVE A DESKTOP OR A LAPTOP?&lt;br /&gt;I have a laptop now!!!! Woohoo. (It's new)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. WHICH DO YOU MAKE: WISHES OR PLANS?&lt;br /&gt;I make plans to make my wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. ARE YOU ALWAYS TRYING TO LEARN NEW THINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. WHAT MESSENGER PROGRAMS DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;062. DO YOU SHOWER ON A DAILY BASIS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. ARE YOU CURRENTLY WANTING AND PIERCINGS OR TATOOS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. DO YOU BELIVE A GUY SHOULD PAY ON THE FIRST DATE?&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice idea, but not necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065. CAN YOU SKIP ROCKS?&lt;br /&gt;On a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO JAMAICA? &lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO SNACK ON AT THE MOVIES?&lt;br /&gt;Ppopcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. WHO WAS YOUR FAVOURITE TEACHER? &lt;br /&gt;Mr Dean, Mr. Holmberg, and Mrs Gamble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. WHAT IS THE WEATHER LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;snowy and cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. WOULD YOU EVER DATE SOMEONE COVERED IN TATTOOS?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would. It depends on the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. DO YOU HAVE AN ONLINE JOURNAL?&lt;br /&gt;just this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. DID YOU EVER PLAY CAPTURE THE FLAG IN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVOURITE CLASS IN HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;Drama and English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. DO YOU ENJOY TRAVELING VIA AIRPLANES?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. WHAT PERSONALITY TRAIT IS A MUST-HAVE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;A good sense of humour, intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SLEPT ON THE FLOOR? &lt;br /&gt;I think maybe New Year's Eve last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, candy apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. DOES YOUR CLOSEST STARBUCKS HAVE A DRIVE THRU?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIVING ARRANGEMENT?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. HAS ANYONE EVER CALLED YOU SPOILED?&lt;br /&gt;oh hell yeah. even I call me spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. WHAT IS YOUR MOTHER'S HOMETOWN?&lt;br /&gt;Dunnville, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. DID YOU EVER GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. HOW MANY HOURS OF SLEEP DO YOU NEED TO FUNCTION?&lt;br /&gt;minimum of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. DO YOU EAT BREAKFAST DAILY?&lt;br /&gt;when I am working, but not always on my days off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING TO SCARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The other day I came home and no one was home, but the oven was on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. DO YOU OWN A PLAYSTATION?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;once, so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU OWN?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly how many pairs I own, but I suspect that it is a few more then I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. ARE YOUR DAYS FULL AND FAST PACED? &lt;br /&gt;At work, sometimes, but outside of work, not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. DID YOU EVER GET IN TROUBLE FOR TALKING IN CLASS? &lt;br /&gt;Oh hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. IS THERE CARPET, WOOD, OR TILE IN THE ROOM THAT YOU ARE CURRENTLY IN?&lt;br /&gt;carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. WERE YOU A "PLANNED" CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FRUIT?&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. DO YOU PAY ATTENTION TO CALORIES ON THE BACK OF PACKAGES?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, more often now than I ever used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. HOW OLD WILL YOU BE TURNING ON YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO WORK A CASH REGISTER?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I worked a cash register at my last job, and let me tell you, it is way different than the till at my current job, which I do not know how to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. HOW MUCH IS GAS WHERE YOU LIVE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Well , I haven't filled up in a while, but I think the last time I did it was 84.1 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. ARE YOU PICKY ABOUT SPELLING AND GRAMMAR?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. WHAT TIME IS YOUR CURFEW?&lt;br /&gt;Explain this "curfew" to me. I never really had a curfew, ever. Because my parents usually picked me up. And now they dont care, since they are always in bed by the time I get home anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. WHO IS YOUR BANK ACCOUNT WITH?&lt;br /&gt;woah, who's business is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. IF YOU HAD ONE WISH, WHAT WOULD YOU WISH FOR? &lt;br /&gt;To have all my dreams come true. I don't think this actually is the granting of one wish however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS?&lt;br /&gt;I like to think no...because of some movies, that shall remain nameless, that scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. WHAT DOES YOUR MOUSE PAD LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I am on a laptop, but the one downstairs on our other computer is calgary flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO SIX FLAGS?&lt;br /&gt;No, definately not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO PISS YOU OFF?&lt;br /&gt;My mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT GOD HAS A GENBDER?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate pudding pie that my sister made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. CAN OTHERS MAKE YOU CRY EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. DO YOU GET ALONG BETTER WITH THE SAME OR OPPOSITE SEX BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;I think it depends on the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR YOUR FIRST HALLOWEEN?&lt;br /&gt;I think a jailbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. DO YOU LIKE MUSTARD?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. IF YOU COULD ENTER A CELEBRITY'S MIND, WHOSE WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ENTER?&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Paradis (okay, she is not really the famous)...because then I would be doing Johnny Depp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. WHAT DO YOU TELL YOURSELF WHEN TIMES GET HARD?&lt;br /&gt;That my life sucks, blah, blah, blah...I don't actually tell myself anything good. I love to make msyelf feel worse. I think this is wrong. I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. WOULD YOU EVER SKY DIVE?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think that I would ever muster up the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. DO YOU SLEEP ON YOUR SIDE, TUMMY, OR BACK?&lt;br /&gt;Side for the most part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. WHAT CHARACTER FROM A MOVIE REMINDS YOU MOST OF YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;I think I will have to sleep on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR KNUCKLES?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I can crack my neck. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. DO YOU KNOW WHAT AN IP ADDRESS IS?&lt;br /&gt;I have a vague idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. HAVE YOU EVER BID FOR SOMETHING ON EBAY?&lt;br /&gt;No, I  wanted to but never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ANGELINA JOLIE BEING PREGNANT?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care...it's her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. DO YOU ENJOY GIVING HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;I like getting them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE FASHIONALBE? &lt;br /&gt;Well I wouldn't consider myself to be unfashionable, but I am sure that I could use some adivce from Stacey and Clinton (okay for all those people who are much cooler then me, so, everyone, Stacey and Clinton are from What Not To Wear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. WHAT SONG LYRIC, IF ANY, IS STUCK YOUR HEAD AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;"Memories are just where you laid them, dragging their waters til their depths give up their dead. What did you expect to find? Was it something you left behind?" - Hemmorage, Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. DO YOU OWN A DIGITAL CAMERA?&lt;br /&gt;I sure do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. IF SOMEONE YOU HAD NO INTEREST IN DATING EXPRESSED INTEREST IN DATING YOU, HOW WOULD YOU FEEL? &lt;br /&gt;Flattered I guess...I have never been in this situation before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR? &lt;br /&gt;Bubble gum. I know. How juevenile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. DO YOU LOCK YOUR DOORS WHEN YOU'RE DRIVING SOMEWHERE?&lt;br /&gt;Well if I am in the car, the doors lock as soon as you put the car into drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. WHAT CELEBRITIES HAVE YOU BEEN COMPARED TO?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know if you would call her a celebrity, but Alex once compared me to this girl from this show (at this point I don't even know what her name is) and a friend went "oh no, that girl is so pretty" Thanks friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE STAR WARS CHARACTER?&lt;br /&gt;R2D2. I don't care if he is annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. DOES IT ANNOY YOU WHEN SOMEONE SAYS THAT THEY'LL CALL BUT THEY NEVER DO?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. But I think I may be guilty of this a time or two as well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. WHAT BOOKS, IF ANY, HAVE MADE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh tones. I am a cryer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ATRACTIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I once said, even if I ever feel good about myself, some little asshole makes me feel badin a matter of no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?&lt;br /&gt;Codiene, Penacillian and cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;I can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CHRISTMAS/WINTER MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. DID YOU VOTE IN THE LAST ELECTION?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. DO YOU ENJOY DRIVING?&lt;br /&gt;As long as the roads aren't icey. Or as long as I am not driving with bad backseat drivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE "FALLING" DREAM?&lt;br /&gt;Who has not has this dream? I must learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. DO YOU EVER FEEL GUILTY AFTER EATING MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;No, is this bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. IF YOU WERE BORN THE OPPOSITE SEX, WHAT WOULD YOUR NAME HAVE BEEN? &lt;br /&gt;I think my mom said either Sean or Tyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. DID YOU EVER CELEBRATE "PI DAY" IN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. WHAT IS THE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;11:46pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. ARE YOU IN LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. WHAT TIME WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;10:15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154. HAS THE DEATH OF A CELEBRITY EVER MADE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Oh probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155. WHAT COLOUR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. DO YOU WANT A BABY?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Actress, a doctor, a dentist, you name it, and I porbably wanted to be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. WHAT ARE THE LAST THREE DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;029&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;br /&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160. WHO DO YOU DISLIKE MOST AT THIS MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;I am definately not going into this at the current point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. WHAT FOOD DO YOU CRAVE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Something to soothe my aching thraot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162. DID YOU DREAM LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did. But they were not good dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. WHAT WAS THE LAST TV SHOW YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE PIECE OF JELWERY?&lt;br /&gt;This purple costume jewlery necklace that I have never worn that was my grandmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;I would say at this point, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170. WHAT IS HIS/HER NAME?&lt;br /&gt;It is a secret, because he can never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CUT YOUR HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173. ARE YOU ON ANY MEDS?&lt;br /&gt;I am med free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. DO YOU HAVE A MENTAL DISEASE?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have been diagnosed with recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175. WHAT SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;A pink one with a black hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR RAZOR? &lt;br /&gt;Pink and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FROZEN TREAT?&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream sandwhich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. HOW MANY TATTOOS DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE STORE?&lt;br /&gt;hmv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181. ARE YOU THIRSTY?&lt;br /&gt;Funny you should mention it. I am actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. CAN YOU EVER IMAGINE YOURSELF GETTING MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;183. WHO' SOMEONE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IN A WHILE AND YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;A lot fo my friends from high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;186.WOULD YOU RATHER SLEEP ALONE OR WITH SOMEONE ELSE?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?&lt;br /&gt;I do today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF CREATIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. JENNIFER ANISTON OR ANGLEINA JOLIE? &lt;br /&gt;Who cares? Get your nose out of tabloid magazines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. JAVE YOU EVER LICKED THE BACK OF A CD TO TRY AND GET IT TO WORK?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I really think this wouldn't work. I remember though, one time at Megans house, she put toothpast on the back of a cd to get it to work. I can remember the outcome though.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;191. HAVE YOU EVER PUKED AT A BAR OR A CLUB?&lt;br /&gt;It is the number two and three grossest place to puke. Coming in right after puking in an outhouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192. HAVE YOU EVER SMOKED POT AT A CONCERT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. HAVE YOU EVER DATED/FOOLED AROUND WITH A COWORKER?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;194. IF SO, HOW DID THAT TURN OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Well we are still friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;195. EVER BEEN INVOLVEDIN A HIT AND RUN?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;196. V=EVER BEEN ON A BLOND DATE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, didn't turn out so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197. ARE LOOKS IMPORTANT?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that it would depend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198. DO YOU HAVE ANY FRIENDS THAT YOU HAVE KNOWN FOR FIFTEEN YEARS OR LONGER?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199. BY WHAT AGE DO YOU WISH TO BE MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Not to old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200. HAVE YOU EVER DRANK MILK THAT WAS PAST THE EXPIRATION DATE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes my dad gave it to me without first reading the best before date and this milk was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;201. HAVE YOU EVER DATED/MESSED AROUND WITH A FRIENDS EX?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, and I don't really plan to either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202. EVER MESS AROUND WITH A MARRIED PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Don't plan to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203. ARE YOU A GOOD TIPPER?&lt;br /&gt;If the waitor was good then they get a way above average tip, if they sucked then they get minimum tippage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204. WHAT'S THE MOST YOU EVER PAID FOR A HIARCUT?&lt;br /&gt;Well last time it cost a lot because I get highlights out in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;205. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A CRUSH ON A TEACHER?&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;206. DO YOU KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO THE FIRST VERSE OF ICE ICE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;I don' frequently listen Vanilla Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;207. HAVE YOU EVER HAD CRISPY BANGS? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know whatc ripsy bangs are. But let me tell you this...when I was a little girl, my motehr used to curl my bangs for me. She would take her curling iron out and curl half my bangs up and then half my bangs down and then brush them all together. Hot? I think not. It was definately an 80's hairstyle in the mid 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;208. HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN PUBLIC?&lt;br /&gt;When I was about seven I peed my pants in colour your world. It was embarassing. Times sixteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114153914769676276?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114153914769676276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114153914769676276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114153914769676276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114153914769676276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-survey-whore-mostly-because-i.html' title='I am a survey whore. Mostly because I have nothin better to do.'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-114043007534913936</id><published>2006-02-20T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T02:07:55.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is something that I should let everyone know. I HAVE A LOW SELF ESTEEM! Woah, big shocker there. I guess that it is not really something that I attempt to hide a whole lot. Especially since the other day at work my boss told me my self esteem was too low. Well I definately have been working on it. But then everytime that I think I am good and feel like I should be happy with myself, some little asshole says some low blow comment to me that makes me revert back to every bad thought that I have ever had about myself. So heres to every little dipshit out there...keep your effin' comments to yourself. I have enough reasons to feel bad about myself on my own, I do not need your smartass remark to make it worse. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-114043007534913936?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/114043007534913936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=114043007534913936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114043007534913936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/114043007534913936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-is-something-that-i-should-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113969895913974013</id><published>2006-02-11T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:06:49.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hannah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_0147.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_0147.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1571.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart you times infinity and a half! Five minutes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113969895913974013?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113969895913974013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113969895913974013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113969895913974013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113969895913974013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-hannah.html' title='Happy Birthday Hannah!'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113946593342591319</id><published>2006-02-08T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:18:53.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Questions Nobody Asks</title><content type='html'>1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Oh God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you? I think around thirty bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"? Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet? Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile phone? I am not going upstairs to figure this out, but I would assume from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ringtone on your phone? California (theme from the OC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing? Black t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself? as a loser! Or a home slice. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing? I have no shoes on. But all my shoes are a different brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your mobile phone say? I dunno, it was from Shannon though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11? How about a Mac's? There is a Mac's two mintues away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot? sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you he/she loved you last? My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched? Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? 1. Caffiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? None. I have a digital camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far? 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy? No one really. Although I refer to a lot of things as my nemisis, nothing actually is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture? Betty Boop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone? "Good night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone? I like lots of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to? Lights and Sounds, Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. what are you allergic too? Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite game at recess in elem. school? We didn't play games. We skipped. Man I only wish I could be that cool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your favorite year in school? Every year had somethign good about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113946593342591319?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113946593342591319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113946593342591319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113946593342591319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113946593342591319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/02/questions-nobody-asks_08.html' title='The Questions Nobody Asks'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113895364627506782</id><published>2006-02-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:01:58.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I had the photo album spread out on the bedroom floor"</title><content type='html'>~&lt;em&gt;Photograph&lt;/em&gt; Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while I pull out my box. A tattered old shoe box consisting of pieces of my life. Every piece of sentiment that I could possibly cram into a shoe box. Old report cards, concert ticket stubs, journals from the past, a shared note between friends, birthday cards that meant something. It makes me sad to know that these articles representing such a huge portion of my life are now just memories. Come and gone, never to be around again. I have to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113895364627506782?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113895364627506782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113895364627506782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113895364627506782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113895364627506782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-photo-album-spread-out-on.html' title='&quot;I had the photo album spread out on the bedroom floor&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113838632268651511</id><published>2006-01-27T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:25:22.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>So I haven't wrote anything in nearly a month. Nothing exciting really happens enough to ever write about. So it is almost February and I have made a violation to my contract of resoultions every day. I don't know why I make them. I never keep them. Every year I promise myself that I will be dedicated to them and every year I am not. Why does anybody make them? Does anybody ever keep them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart my job. Okay, maybe not the job itself. But I am always in such a good mood when I go to work because I love all the people. Okay, maybe not all the people, nut the majority of them. It makes for a good day. Generally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113838632268651511?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113838632268651511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113838632268651511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113838632268651511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113838632268651511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113626622995634692</id><published>2006-01-02T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:40:08.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitchas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/400/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/rock.paper.scissors.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/400/rock.paper.scissors.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock, Paper, Scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/the%20cast%20of%20friends.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/400/the%20cast%20of%20friends.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cast Of Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/justthegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/400/justthegirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113626622995634692?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113626622995634692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113626622995634692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113626622995634692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113626622995634692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/01/pitchas.html' title='Pitchas'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113615492551565242</id><published>2006-01-01T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:22:30.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote my New Years resolutions today. I'll be honest with you. The list looks almost exactly the same as it did last year. The only difference is that this year I thought I would be all dedicated about them and I wrote them in a contract which I signed and dated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest with you. I already broke down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113615492551565242?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113615492551565242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113615492551565242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113615492551565242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113615492551565242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wrote-my-new-years-resolutions-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113583299849097548</id><published>2005-12-28T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:09:58.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you have a new year's resolution this year? Yes. Will I keep them? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who kissed you at midnight? No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does it snow where you live? Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like hot chocolate? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been to times square to watch the ball drop? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your valentine in 2005? The ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did your valentine get you? A ginourmous frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were little, did you buy valentines for your whole class? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you Irish? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wear green on St. Patty's Day? Yeah, I usually do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What did you do for St. Patty's Day in 2005? I went to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the rain? Yeah, generally I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you get tons of candy on Easter? I used to when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your favorite kind of flower? Orchids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like the spring? Yeah I do, its my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish the phrase: April showers bring may flowers, what do may flowers bring? Bees and Pollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you think of as a spring color? Pastel colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What year do you graduate from high school? 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go on any vacations last June? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do on the 4th of July? Well seems how the Fourth of July really means nothing in Canada, I did nothing on the fourth. And on the First, I went to a movie with my sister and hung out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go on any vacations during this month? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you do anything special to end off your summer? I went to Globalfest with Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your favorite summer memory of '05? Fireworks, Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you go swimming a lot in the summer? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you go to the beach a lot? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you attend school/college in '05? Sadly no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is/was your favorite teacher? See above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like fall better than summer? When the leaves start changing, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your favorite halloween costume ever? A girl from the fifties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what's your favorite candy? M&amp;M's or sour soothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what did you dress up like this year? A gypsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whose house do you usually go to for thanksgiving? I stay at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you love stuffing? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you thankful for? Family, friends, job, health, happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you celebrate Christmas? Yes, and it is my favourite time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been kissed under mistletoe? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you want this year for Christmas? This shelf for my bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the best present you ever got for Christmas? A car! That never got driven. Stupid insurance company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like cold weather? Not really, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113583299849097548?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113583299849097548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113583299849097548' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113583299849097548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113583299849097548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/month-at-time_28.html' title='A Month at a Time'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113579583659685485</id><published>2005-12-28T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:05:03.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Are A 90's Kid If...</title><content type='html'>1. You've never ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be part of the Baby-Sitters club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you had plastic streamers on your handle bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You played (or still play) the game "MASH" (mansion, apartment, shack, house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You wore a Jordache Jean Jacket and were proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.You had L.A Gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You remember reading "Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing" and all the Ramona books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to be a Goonie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You ever wore flourescent clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You remember the craze then the banning of slap bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You remember hyper-color t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You thought She-Ra and He-Ra should hook up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You owned a pair of jelly sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. After you saw "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" you kept saying "I know you are but what am I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You never got seriously injured on a Slip 'n' Slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You had or attended a birthday party at Mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You weren't cool unless you owned at LEAST 6 Beanie Babies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You remember the popples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. " Don't worry, be happy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You wore socks over tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You wore socks scrunched down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. "Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, with silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. You remember boom boxes vs. cd players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You remember watching "Rainbow Brite" and "My Little Ponies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You thought Doogie Houser was hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You remember Alf, the little brown alien from Melmac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You know all the words to Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. You played and or collected "Pogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. You used to pretend you could transform into a MIGHTY MORPHIN Power Ranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. You had at least one GigaPet and brought it everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You were obsessed with your "Easy Bake Oven" and your "Lite-Brite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. You watched the original transformers at 6 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You've gone through this occasionally saying "awwww" (Actually sometimes it is more of a cringe and an "ohhhh"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113579583659685485?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113579583659685485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113579583659685485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113579583659685485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113579583659685485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know-you-are-90s-kid-if.html' title='You Know You Are A 90&apos;s Kid If...'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113505820008028661</id><published>2005-12-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:31:59.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-condemnation</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had an event happen in your life that you feel so guilty about and yet there is nothing you can do or no one that you can apologize to to relieve yourself of any of the pain? And even if there was a way, would you do it anyways? My sister and I were talking tonight and we spent the time dicussing all the stupid things we did when we were younger. We apologized to each other for the things we did to one another and we laughed about the things we did to my brother. I told her about the time that I got her into trouble for something that I did. And she told me about the time she poured her drink into my brothers food because she didn't want to drink it. As the conversation went on we gradually started talking about things a little more serious. She told me that she worries this will me our grat-grandmas Christmas, and I tell her about the last Christmas I spent with our Grandma, our dad's mom. And now, I can't stop thinking about my grandma, and I can't get rid of all the guiltiness that I feel about that way I acted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tweleve years old, and my dads parents came to spend Christmas with us as they did every year before that. I didn't care. And I didn't not care either. I was so apathetic to it. But as the week progressed I kept getting more and more annoyed with my grandma. It't not that she was doing anything, but even as a twelve year old I had little patience. I remember asking my dad, "why do we have to spend eery Christmas with them?" And my dad said, "well Danielle, we probably don't have a whole lot of Christmases left to share with them." And on the morning that my grandparents left, I sort of felt releived. I don't know why I felt like that, and who knows if I will ever understand why I felt that. Two months later my grandma passed away. And now more then ever I feel so guilty because all I can think about is how I pushed her away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113505820008028661?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113505820008028661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113505820008028661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113505820008028661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113505820008028661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/self-condemnation.html' title='Self-condemnation'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113471497837919660</id><published>2005-12-15T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:36:18.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHO KNOWS HOW TO WORK IPODS AND ITUNES? I AM IN DIRE NEED OF HELP AS I AM ON THE VERGE OF STOMPING ON THE IPOD!!! ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113471497837919660?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113471497837919660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113471497837919660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113471497837919660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113471497837919660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-knows-how-to-work-ipods-and-itunes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113470264220048412</id><published>2005-12-15T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:10:42.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will always remember that I push people away and make them hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113470264220048412?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113470264220048412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113470264220048412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113470264220048412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113470264220048412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-will-always-remember-that-i-push.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113466699664908961</id><published>2005-12-15T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:40:01.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"These are the days we will remember"</title><content type='html'>~These are the days, Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just sit and sort out your memories? I fins myself doing this so often. The biggest time is when I know that I should be sleeping. I just lay there and think. Think about days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Days go by. Like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by. And days go by"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113466699664908961?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113466699664908961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113466699664908961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113466699664908961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113466699664908961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-are-days-we-will-remember.html' title='&quot;These are the days we will remember&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113411005704623825</id><published>2005-12-08T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:34:17.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Boyish and 80% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113411005704623825?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113411005704623825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113411005704623825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113411005704623825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113411005704623825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-20-boyish-and-80-girlish-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113400800463900186</id><published>2005-12-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:23:26.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z</title><content type='html'>I never have anything good to write about, so I sing to you, my ABC's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- AREA CODE YOU ARE IN RIGHT NOW: 403&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- BIRTHDAY: May 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- CURRENT CRUSH: Well a couple. Both guys from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- FAVOURITE NON ALCOHOLIC DRINK: iced tea or milk or water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- EATING CURRENTLY: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- FAVOURITE FOOD: I don't so much have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- GO TO FOR ADVICE: Mi madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- CURRENT HATRED: All things winter. ie. scrapign my windows in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- I THINK ABOUT: many upon many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- CURRENT JOB: retail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- ANY KIDS: Some day I really really want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- I LOVE: Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- FAVOURITE MOVIE: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Harry Potter times all  four, and many others as well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- YOUR PHONE NUMBER: which one? I have my cell, my home and my other home number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- OTHERWISE KNOWN AS: Dumbass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- FAVOURITE PERFUME/COLOGNE: London Glam by Rimmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- A LITTLE QUIRK ABOUT YOURSELF: Ok, this is really embarassing, but oh well. The people who live across the street from me have a black mustang convertable and sometimes I blow kisses at it because its so beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- LAST ROAD TRIP: Oi. Does going to Cochrane count? Probably not since there are places on the other side of the city that take longer to get to. So I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- DO YOU SMOKE: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- FAVOURITE TV SHOW: The OC, Reunion and Reba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- COLOUR OF YOUR UNDERWEAR: pink and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- LAST TIME YOU WERE IN VEGAS: My mom was pregnant with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- LAST CALL RECEIVED ON MOBILE PHONE: My mom I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-RAYS TAKEN: Arm, lungs, toe, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- YOUR SCREENNAME: Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113400800463900186?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113400800463900186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113400800463900186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113400800463900186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113400800463900186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-z.html' title='A to Z'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113376901387556860</id><published>2005-12-04T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:50:13.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Look Back</title><content type='html'>1) Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;Like every other year, there were ups and there were downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I had one particular moment that really shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Going through heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where were you when 2005 began?&lt;br /&gt;At a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where will you be when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;As of yet I have no plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who will you be with when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;As of yet I have no plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;pfft. No. Every year I make the same resolution and seems as how I make the same ones every year I guess its a good hint that I never keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you have a new years resolution for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If yes, with who?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If yes, do they know?&lt;br /&gt;Again this question is irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Are you still in love with them?&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much hate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you regret it?&lt;br /&gt;absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Did you breakup with anyone in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Did you make any new friends in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who are your favorite new friends?&lt;br /&gt;If I said this and there were people who I didn't list how upsetting would that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your favorite month of 2005? Worst?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite would be October worst July and September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Did you travel outside of the US in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't go to the US at all. I took a trip to Ontario with my mom though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Did you miss anybody in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What was your favorite song from 2005?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song changes daily, so this is a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What was your favorite record from 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy, or Big Shiny Tunes 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) How many concerts did you see in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;four i think. Keith Urban, Green Day, Backstreet Boys and Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Did you have a favorite concert in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;I had a fair bit yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) How many people did you sleep with in 2005? &lt;br /&gt;Wow. this is a little personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Not really no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;I am not so into the lying scene because I hate being lied to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Did you treat somebody badly in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Well my brother and sister and i fight a whole lot I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) How much money did you spend in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) What was your proudest moment of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Finally quitting my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) What was your most embarrassing moment of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I will sleep on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are a few things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What are your plans for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I will sleep on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113376901387556860?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113376901387556860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113376901387556860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113376901387556860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113376901387556860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-look-back_04.html' title='Let&apos;s Look Back'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113332940381696522</id><published>2005-11-29T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:43:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I won't hate myself to be loved by you"</title><content type='html'>Woot woot for Hedley. Three cheers for Simple Plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113332940381696522?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113332940381696522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113332940381696522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113332940381696522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113332940381696522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wont-hate-myself-to-be-loved-by-you.html' title='&quot;I won&apos;t hate myself to be loved by you&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113293403799800799</id><published>2005-11-25T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T07:53:58.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WANTED: The ass who broke into our car and stole my cd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon I now can feel your pain when your cd's were stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the bright side, I guess I now know I have exellent taste in music, since when they broke in, they only took my cds, not my dads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113293403799800799?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113293403799800799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113293403799800799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113293403799800799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113293403799800799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/11/wanted-ass-who-broke-into-our-car-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113264127418760061</id><published>2005-11-21T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:41:27.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/dani2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/dani2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Oh I wish I were a yellow speedbump. &lt;br /&gt;                      That is what I'd truly love to be. &lt;br /&gt;         Because if I were a yellow speedbump, everyone would roll all over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustrations: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man the talent within this friendship is extraordinary. It will never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113264127418760061?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113264127418760061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113264127418760061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113264127418760061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113264127418760061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/11/dedication.html' title='A dedication'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113222815493103425</id><published>2005-11-17T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T03:49:28.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate not being able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pretty muich ruins my entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am sitting on my computer and a quarter to five in the am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially never drinking caffiene again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113222815493103425?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113222815493103425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113222815493103425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113222815493103425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113222815493103425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-not-being-able-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113203055527535157</id><published>2005-11-14T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:55:55.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Belated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/danisteph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/danisteph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  I have this friend. &lt;br /&gt;                         And it was her birthday on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;                         So this is to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113203055527535157?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113203055527535157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113203055527535157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113203055527535157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113203055527535157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-belated.html' title='This is Belated'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113126077013913261</id><published>2005-11-05T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:06:10.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would hate to know what is said about me behind my back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113126077013913261?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113126077013913261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113126077013913261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113126077013913261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113126077013913261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-would-hate-to-know-what-is-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113092293846127788</id><published>2005-11-02T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:24:55.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, Regrets and Liars.</title><content type='html'>I hate that everbody keeps bringing it up. I hate that everyday something surfaces that brings back a memory. I hate that all the memories that used to make me sad are still there and that they make me angry. Because I hate that I have them at all. Because nothing good ever comes from them. I hate that it still gets to me. I hate that I can still get so upset about it after so long. I hate myself for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me? Why do I still feel like this? Why do I still allow it to get to me? It's so frustrating. I spend half the time being angry about it and the other half the time being angry at myself for being angry about it. I shouldn't be so consumed by this. So why am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me "You should never destroy a photo because a photo is a memory. And you can never and should never destroy a memory." But what if you don't want to have the memory? What if you have regrets? I like to think that I never had regrets, but I definately do. I regret everything. Everyday I regret something but nothing as big as this. I wish I could destroy the photos. The metaphorical photos. The ones that I hold within my heart, because things would be so much easier. But then why would I want things to be easier? Because then I would not have anything to punish myself for. And punishing myself is something that I will never not do. I hate myself for nearly everything already. Why not this as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes someone a liar anyhow? Why do people do it? It only brings trouble. You create these lies and when someone finds them out you just create more to cover up the ones that you had originally created. And after a while you find yourself trapped in a web that you have conceived. You become trapped in a realm somewhere between reality and fiction. And then do you even know what is true anymore? So again, why do people do it? Everyday something new comes out that I find out was a lie. How can one juggle being a "trainer at Pepsi" and have a "second job at the Superstore" while "going to university to become a lawyer" AND be "on tour with Bon Jovi"? And how can it be expected for others to believe something that is so far fetched? I can't believe that for so long I put up with all these lies let alone believed half of it. How can the mind fabricate something so false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the movie Liar, Liar with Jim Carey. He is a huge succesful lawyer and he is also a compulsive liar. His son is constantly hurt by his dad's lies. And one day in class when they are talking about what there dads do his son Max says "My dad is a liar." And his teacher asks "do you mean a lawyer?" and the son doesn't know what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anything good came out of this at all. Maybe the only good this is that a almost broken friendship was put back together. I became much closer with someone that I was once good friends with. And for that I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113092293846127788?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113092293846127788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113092293846127788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113092293846127788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113092293846127788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/11/memories-regrets-and-liars.html' title='Memories, Regrets and Liars.'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113082606830386456</id><published>2005-10-31T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:21:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/KE/KER/Kereokacola/1129190059_ambiresult.PNG" border="0" alt="Bambi Result"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bambi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kereokacola/quizzes/Which%20DISNEY%20character%20are%20you%20most%20like%3F/"&gt; Which DISNEY character are you most like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113082606830386456?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113082606830386456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113082606830386456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113082606830386456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113082606830386456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/bambi.html' title='Bambi'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113047324552038706</id><published>2005-10-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:20:45.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1386.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being a butterfly! Yay! Woah. Geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113047324552038706?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113047324552038706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113047324552038706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113047324552038706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113047324552038706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween-i-am-being-butterfly.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-113011586971120801</id><published>2005-10-23T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:05:28.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If your happy and you know it..."</title><content type='html'>I am happy. Which is strange. Because for those who really know me and those that I actually open up to know that I have not been happy in quite some time. But, things are good right now. I currently heart my job, which is definately a new subject for me, since I have always hated my jobs. I love working with the people I work with. Finally people to talk to! Woot woot. And so thats about it that is new really. Because I pretty much only work. But who cares, I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-113011586971120801?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/113011586971120801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=113011586971120801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113011586971120801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/113011586971120801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-your-happy-and-you-know-it.html' title='&quot;If your happy and you know it...&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112944638966054546</id><published>2005-10-16T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:06:29.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know my ABC's</title><content type='html'>A - Apple Juice&lt;br /&gt;B - Betty Boop&lt;br /&gt;C - Candy Apples (the drink)&lt;br /&gt;D - Drama&lt;br /&gt;E - Earrings&lt;br /&gt;F - Flamingos&lt;br /&gt;G - Gossip&lt;br /&gt;H - Hooligans&lt;br /&gt;I - Ice cream of the chocolate flavour&lt;br /&gt;J - Jello&lt;br /&gt;K - Kites&lt;br /&gt;L - Laughing&lt;br /&gt;M - Music&lt;br /&gt;N - Naps&lt;br /&gt;O - (The) OC&lt;br /&gt;P - Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;R - Relaxation&lt;br /&gt;S - Superhero Uglyface&lt;br /&gt;T - Three to Tango (the movie)&lt;br /&gt;U - Uncool&lt;br /&gt;V - Violets&lt;br /&gt;W - Water&lt;br /&gt;X - Xylophones&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Z - (The) Zoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112944638966054546?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112944638966054546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112944638966054546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112944638966054546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112944638966054546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-i-know-my-abcs_16.html' title='Now I know my ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112944636119863337</id><published>2005-10-16T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:06:01.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112944636119863337?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112944636119863337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112944636119863337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112944636119863337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112944636119863337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-personality-profile-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112944614155615107</id><published>2005-10-16T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:02:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/unique.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.&lt;br /&gt;You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112944614155615107?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112944614155615107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112944614155615107' title='1 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/&gt;Because I can not understand how you can drip hot wax on your upper thigh and rip off all the hair and sitll be scared of a spider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112900163821873280?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112900163821873280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112900163821873280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112900163821873280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112900163821873280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/understanding-women-mans-perspective.html' title='Understanding Women (A Man&apos;s Perspective)'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112892269495951247</id><published>2005-10-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:34:42.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Day of Giving Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112892269495951247?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112879270978596809</id><published>2005-10-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:40:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 questions</title><content type='html'>1. Spell ur 1st name backwards: elleinad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The story behind ur msn name: Well, it says Dani so I think that it somewhat self explanetory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do u live: in a house that jack built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 4 words that sum u up: Crazy, Loud, Random, Sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your.........&lt;br /&gt;5. [Wallet]: Empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. [Hairbrush]: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. [ Jewellrey you wear daily]: earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. [Pillowcase]: balck and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. [ Shoes]:Good Lord, pick a pair and I will describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. [CD in your stereo right now]: Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [ What are you wearing right now]: Denim skirt, blue tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. [Hair]: I totally just got my hair done! It is pretty! It is shorter, to my shoulders with blonde highlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. [ In my mouth]: Vanilla-mint gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. [ In my head]: mush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. [ Eating]: I am chewing gum if that counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. [ Some of your favourite movies]: 13 Going on Thirty, Cinderella, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Harry Potter (all) and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. [ Something you're looking forward to] Sometimes I feel like I don't have anything to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. [ The last thing you ate] Potatoes, salad, carrots and pork chops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. [ Something you are deadly afraid of]: SPIDERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. [ Do you like candles] If they smell nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: Do You Believe In:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [ A Thing Called Love] I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. [ Soul mates]: I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. [ Love at first sight]: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. [ Forgiveness]: hmm, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: Other Stuff:.&lt;br /&gt;25. [ If you could have any animal for a pet]: I obsess over my dog, so I would keep her&lt;br /&gt;26. [ 4 Places you wouldn’t mind relocating to]: 1) Any 2) Where 3) But 4) Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. [ What are some of your favourite pig out foods]: pizza, rice cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. [ Whats something you wish you could understand better] myself? why things are the way they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. [ Anyone you miss that you haven’t seen in a long time] A few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: In The Last 24 Hours have You:.&lt;br /&gt;30. [Cried]: Came close, but didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [ Gotten Sick]: Yes :( not a pleasnt thing. Self induced sickness sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. [ Eaten] yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. [ felt stupid] psh. all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. [ Hugged someone]: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. [ Wanted to tell someone you love them] no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. [ Met someone new] Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. [ talked to someone you have a crush on]: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. [ Had a fight with your parents]: yeah, kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. [Dreamed about someone you cant be with]: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. [ Are you the centre of attention or a wallflower] the wallflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [ What type of automobile do you drive] Safari and/or a malibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. [ Would you rather be with friends or on a date]: Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. [ Do you attend Church] No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. [ Do you like being around people] sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. [ Who of ure friends have you known the longest] I have known Alex since before we were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. [ Who do you argue the most with] I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. [ Who do you always get along with]: I don't always get along with anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. [Who has the coolest siblings] Hmmm I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. [ Who is the smartest] All of my friends are smart at one thing or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. [ Who is your hero]: Danielle Uglyface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Have you ever been searched by the cops? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you close your eyes on rollercoasters? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. When's the last time you've been sleigh riding? I think a year or two ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? I guess I don't really have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you believe in Ghosts? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you consider yourself creative? pft. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you think O.J. killed his wife? I sure do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie? I like to root for the under dog, so neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Can you honestly say you know anything about politics? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you know how to play poker? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? haha. no, probably not even 24 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you kill bugs that are in the house? Yes! And I flush 'em!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Have you ever cheated on a test? no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around... do you go through red lights? no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees? I hate the Yankees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Have you ever Ice Skated? yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. How often do you remember your dreams? Its pretty unlikely when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. When was the last time you laughed so hard you were crying? Not in a very logn time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles? Can't Buy Me Love, Eight Days A Week, Yellow Submarine, All You Need Is Love, Lady Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is? I couln't tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you always wear your seatbelt? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. What talent do you wish you had? A talent in general would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Do you like Sushi? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What do you wear to bed? PJ pants and a tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Have you ever been caught stealing? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you truely hate anyone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Rock and Roll or Rap? rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you have a relative in prison? not that I am aware of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror like your favorite singer? haha yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Do you know how to play chess? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. What food do you find disgusting? Brussel Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours"? This is a real game? Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? Why do it behind their back? You get a much better reaction when you do it to their face? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew? I don't think I have actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Have you ever been punched in the face? not on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. When is the last time you threw up from drinking too much? Last night:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Have you ever walked out on a movie at the theater? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Did you ever sit through a bad movie, just to see how bad it can get? Yes! Corny movie night! Anyone remember Gigli? Worst movie EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Would you consider yourself obsessed with anything? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Have you ever met someone famous that you really wanted to meet?No, Can't say as I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Have you ever been stood up? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. When's the last time you screamed at the top of your lungs? Probably not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you ever do something that you didn't want to, just to fit in? Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Do you consider yourself "the biggest fan" of something? no, I dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. I Want: I don't even know what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98: I Wonder: "Does anybody even notcie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. I Wish: For A Certain someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. I Always: wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. I Am: Done. Now it is your turn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112879270978596809?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112879270978596809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112879270978596809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112879270978596809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112879270978596809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/101-questions.html' title='101 questions'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112848244998566736</id><published>2005-10-04T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:20:49.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw a quote at work today. It made me laugh.</title><content type='html'>"Toe: A part of the body meant for finding furniture in the dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112848244998566736?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112848244998566736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112848244998566736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112848244998566736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112848244998566736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-saw-quote-at-work-today-it-made-me.html' title='I saw a quote at work today. It made me laugh.'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112839705199844961</id><published>2005-10-03T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:18:21.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Account of being really bored</title><content type='html'>1) My uncle once: got a fat lip on account of my foot in his face when I was about two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Never in my life: will I peirce my tounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When I was five: I moved back to Calgary from Grande Prairie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) High School was: both awful and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will never forget: the people I love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I once met: a giant spider named Harry whom I wished death upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) There’s this person I know who: is my guardian angel. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Once, at a bar: I had my first legal drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) By noon I am usually: at least awake if I am not already at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Last night: I watched Ice Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If I only had: lots of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Next time I go to church/temple: sad to say but will probably be for a wedding or a funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Terri Schiavo: may she rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I like: rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When I turn my head left, I see: a desk lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) When I turn my head right, I see: crap on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) You know I am lying when: when I seem shifty, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) In grade school: I was a really big nerd. Not that it has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I would be: The loveless lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) By this time next year: I will be bringing in the big bucks! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) A better name for me would be: Superhero Danielle Uglyface, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I have a hard time understanding: mathematical things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) If I ever go back to school I will: learn stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) You know I like you if: I don't act like a total snob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If I won an award, the first person I would thank would be: hmm, well it depends on what award I am winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I hope that: someday I will find my "calling" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Take my advice: drugs are bad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) My ideal breakfast is: mmmm french toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) A song I love, but do not have is: hmm. how about iris goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) If you visit my hometown, I suggest: The Stampede!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Tulips, character flaws, microchips, &amp; track stars: I'll take "Random Words" for $200 Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Why won't anyone: be as cool as shannon and i? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) If you spend the night at my house: you will probably be "attacked"&lt;br /&gt;by Coco at some point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) I would stop my wedding: if I thought that I was doing the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) The world could do without: greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) My favorite blonde is: Alex Der. Even though her hair is black slash brown. She will always be blonde to me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Paper clips are more useful than: having to remove staples? I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) And by the way: Shannon and I really not that cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) The last time I was drunk: was at Jim and Jane's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) My grandmother always: died her hair red until the day she passed away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112839705199844961?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112839705199844961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112839705199844961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112839705199844961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112839705199844961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-account-of-being-really-bored.html' title='On Account of being really bored'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112814916835185101</id><published>2005-09-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:46:08.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done Like Dinner</title><content type='html'>So as of six thirty in the pm today I was done working in the hell hole! Wohoo! Now. Weekend of fun and then new job Monday! Woot woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112814916835185101?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112814916835185101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112814916835185101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112814916835185101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112814916835185101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/done-like-dinner.html' title='Done Like Dinner'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112797085551522108</id><published>2005-09-28T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:14:15.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am going to be working at Home Outfitters. I think it will be good. I got the position as team lead. They don't have department managers so I am the next best thing I guess. I am in charge of people! And the whole department of home decor is mine. So it should be ok. Added bonus! I am making almost two dollars more! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112797085551522108?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112797085551522108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112797085551522108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112797085551522108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112797085551522108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-i-am-going-to-be-working-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112787990234114175</id><published>2005-09-27T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:58:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>So, I have three more days left! I hope Friday comes soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job! Woot woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112787990234114175?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112787990234114175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112787990234114175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112787990234114175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112787990234114175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112770407380649448</id><published>2005-09-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T00:05:36.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things I cannot say...</title><content type='html'>An ode to the people I work with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mike, the DSM (the district sales manager) or the boss of the bosses in an easier to understand term: I am so glad that you came to the company. I have really enjoyed our time together. I love your positive attitude and your enthusiasm for your work. And PS. that was all sarcasm! You are among the top five phoniest people I have ever met! I hope your children are proud of you when faced with the question "who is your daddy and what does he do?" "My dad is the district sales manager of a clothing store. An all womans clothing store. And boy, do I wanna be just like him when I grow up." I hate how you act like more then a complete asshole all the time but in five minutes it is a one hundred percent wrap around in personalities. "Let's be best friends forever!" FUCK YOU! Oh and also, I am so glad that you "value" your employees. I cannot believe that you don't deem it necessary to listen to your employees when they are telling you that they are unhappy. I can't fathom why after you received letters and phone calls about Brandy you still proceeded to promote her to full time manager anyways. We tell you that she is mean and degrading, you give her a raise. I guess it must have to do with the fact that she takes all the credit for all the good in the store and blames everyone else when something goes wrong. I could be wrong or it could just be the way I was raised but I think this is WRONG! I guess your employees don't deserve to be happy. Because under care of Brnady they won't be.But maybe they do want to be and that is why everybody is quitting. I hope you finally learn to take a look and discover that you have no staff left at Royal Oak. Hint hint. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Brandy: I understand that you have had many hardships in your life to deal with since coming to the Royal Oak store. But you cannot go around lashing out at people because you hate the world. You cannot come to work every day insulting the people around you in order to give yourself a confidence boost. And you cannot stomp around on your power trip crushing everyone in your way. There have been so many situations that you should have handled differently. I'm sorry but when someone breaks their toes and can barely walk you don't tell them to think about the bigger picture. In a situation like that most people are going to act selfish. It is the way the ball rolls. But the worst part about it is that you yelled at me for not phone you. Well the comment "don't bother phoning me because I won't be available" kind of threw me a little bit. Joke or no joke you don't say something like that. In every joke that there is always a little bit of truth. You would haver never said that unless you wanted me to worry about calling you. And also in good management there are not double standards. I cannot get out of my mind that day you pulled me into the back and chewed me out for not breaking down the boxes. But then next stock day I come into work and you and Julie have pretty much trashed the back room and left boxes everywhere. And then I have to clean up after you. It cannot be one way for you and another way for everybody else. So I guess now you are the one that needs to "think outside the box" when faced with all these things that you will have to deal with now because I won't be there for you to blame them on! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Julie: You are THE fakest person I know. Argh! I don't know how to explain it to people other then that they would have to meet you in order to understand! Oh and on a little side note because I don't even know what else to say or how to put it into words, stop being such a brown noser! And second, get a real personality instead of faking to be like the people around you. And third, (ps I am not the one who did this, just so all who read this and by all I mean almost no one) after someone swears at you and tells you that they hate you, you don't say "sweetheart whats wrong?"  &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. A little raging anger. Things that have been bottling up for three months now. Now I know I seem like a total bitch. But I would never say these things. Perhaps this is why I blog where I no most people don't pay attention to what is going on in my neck of the woods. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyobody else (minus a select few and by select few, I mean one other person.) You rock! And I am sorry that I am leaving you stuck in the hell hole. And I loved working with you. And I wish you all the very bestest! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses, Danielle&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112770407380649448?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112770407380649448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112770407380649448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112770407380649448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112770407380649448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-things-i-cannot-say.html' title='All the things I cannot say...'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112762474755164830</id><published>2005-09-25T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:08:59.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/Copy%20(1)%20of%20IMG_06021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/Copy%20%281%29%20of%20IMG_06021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Shannon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year you get a little "cooler". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which when you think about it, it is next to impossible since you are already the "coolest person ever." Haha! Hope that it's a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Danielle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112762474755164830?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112762474755164830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112762474755164830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112762474755164830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112762474755164830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/very-happy-birthday.html' title='A Very Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112736182545899915</id><published>2005-09-21T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:09:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Another summer day has come and gone away"</title><content type='html'>I guess summer is officially over. It wasn't the best summer ever. But not the worst. I dont think I have ever had a worst. Summer isn't the same anymore as it was when I was younger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112736182545899915?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112736182545899915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112736182545899915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112736182545899915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112736182545899915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-summer-day-has-come-and-gone_21.html' title='&quot;Another summer day has come and gone away&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710435413830957</id><published>2005-09-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:32:34.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These pictures are from Jim and Jane's wedding. September 17, 2005.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Under the influence of alcohol? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710435413830957?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710435413830957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710435413830957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710435413830957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710435413830957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/these-pictures-are-from-jim-and-janes.html' title='These pictures are from Jim and Jane&apos;s wedding. September 17, 2005.'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710422423448741</id><published>2005-09-18T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:30:24.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jim (groom) and Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710422423448741?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710422423448741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710422423448741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710422423448741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710422423448741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/jim-groom-and-danielle.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710360920421893</id><published>2005-09-18T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:20:09.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mother. Everyone says I look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710360920421893?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710360920421893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710360920421893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710360920421893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710360920421893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-and-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710347305131037</id><published>2005-09-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:17:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad and the bride (Jane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710347305131037?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710347305131037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710347305131037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710347305131037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710347305131037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-dad-and-bride-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710234628335474</id><published>2005-09-18T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:59:06.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funeral crew. Bill, Rhea and Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710234628335474?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710234628335474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710234628335474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710234628335474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710234628335474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/funeral-crew.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710196277016991</id><published>2005-09-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:55:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler and Erica (haha isn't my brother a hottie?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710196277016991?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710196277016991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710196277016991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710196277016991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710196277016991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/tyler-and-erica-haha-isnt-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710164043267034</id><published>2005-09-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:47:20.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_12702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_12702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexy Leg Pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710164043267034?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710164043267034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710164043267034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710164043267034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710164043267034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/sexy-leg-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710109680257881</id><published>2005-09-18T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:38:16.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler and Rhea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710109680257881?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710109680257881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710109680257881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710109680257881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710109680257881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/tyler-and-rhea.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710096327887114</id><published>2005-09-18T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:36:03.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhea and Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710096327887114?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710096327887114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710096327887114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710096327887114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710096327887114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/rhea-and-danielle.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112710077638054340</id><published>2005-09-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:32:56.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_12531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_12531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112710077638054340?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112710077638054340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112710077638054340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710077638054340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112710077638054340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-and-my-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112709995722828441</id><published>2005-09-18T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:19:17.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_1250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_1250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashely and Erica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112709995722828441?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112709995722828441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112709995722828441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709995722828441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709995722828441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/ashely-and-erica.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112709966956452017</id><published>2005-09-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:16:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_12381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_12381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole famdamily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112709966956452017?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112709966956452017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112709966956452017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709966956452017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709966956452017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/whole-famdamily.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112709954330820836</id><published>2005-09-18T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:12:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_12371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_12371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surrogate family slash real family. Ashley, Tyler, Erica, Lindsay, Danielle, Amanda, Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112709954330820836?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112709954330820836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112709954330820836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709954330820836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709954330820836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/surrogate-family-slash-real-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112709922855384081</id><published>2005-09-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:07:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_12331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_12331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda and I. We have been friends for pretty mcuh forever. (It was her mom who got married.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112709922855384081?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112709922855384081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112709922855384081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709922855384081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709922855384081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/amanda-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112709893658092918</id><published>2005-09-18T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:02:16.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/IMG_12351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/IMG_12351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsay (my sista), Tyler (my "little" brother) and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112709893658092918?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112709893658092918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112709893658092918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709893658092918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112709893658092918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/lindsay-my-sista-tyler-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112674494389670602</id><published>2005-09-14T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:48:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy random!</title><content type='html'>--&gt; Utter blondeness...So the other day I was telemarketing for work. I had to call the list of people who checked "Yes" they would like to be contacted by phone for upcoming promotions when they filled out the forms for their club cards. All good right? Who can screw that up? Well fear not friends. I CAN!! I called a couple of people and I had an entire speech written out in front of me. Again, who can screw this up? So I am on about lady five? And she answers the phone and I say "hi, this is Danielle calling. How are you doing today?" (insert her answer here) &lt;insert&gt;and then......"So what brings you in shopping today?" SAY WHAT? I am on the PHONE with her. She is not shopping. Man I am a moron. It kind of brought back some flashbacks of another phone incident. My mom and dad hate phone solicitors. And my mom once told me hey if they say our last name wrongthat can tell them they have the wrong number because you can pretty much gaurantee that they are selling something. Ooookaaayyyyyyy! Fine by me! So one day the phone rings and the conversation is as follows... Telemarketer (we will call her T for short): "Hi, is Mr or Mrs (insert random variation of my last name here) &lt;insert&gt;there?" Danielle (hereafter referred to as D): "No, I am sorry you have the wrong numer. Can I please take a message?" I can pretty much here T thinking woah man this girl is a dumbass! T: You mean they are not home? Or do I have the wrong number? D: Uhhhhh. Yes. Click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; A little rant and rave. Ok. So those rollerblade shoes? What the flip!?!First of all, I hate when all the kids come into the store wearing them (not that it matters what happens in the store anymore:D) and they go whipping around around, crashing into things and breaking stuff. What the ef? Why don't their parents say anything to them? Its called discipline yo! My parents would never have let me behave like that when I was that age. And second what do teachers think of them? I can't imagine teachers being okay with the kids flying up and down the all in them. Hello accident. Hello concussion. And third and most important. Why did they not exist when I was a kid!?! That is a little bit of the unfairness right there. Boo. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Ok. Yet another ranting of raving. Discipline. Do people not do this amymore? A little while ago there was this woman in shopping and she had her son, who is like five, with her. And she was not paying attention to him and he was looking underneath changeroom doors! And when we told him not to the mother told us that it was not our place to talk to her boy like that and that she was disgusted with our service and would no longer be shopping at our store. Good! Keep your pervy little son outa here! And speaking of pervy kids with no propriety. In the summer when I was wearing a skirt slash sundress slash I don't remember a little boy lifted up the back of my skirt slash sundress slash i dont remember. How completely inapprpriate! And his mother just looked at him. And that was it! Seriously if the kid was like twelve years older it would be considered borderline assult. Way to teach him the difference between good and bad from the get go! I commend your efforts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; "Eyes are feeling heavy but they never seem to close" Breathing, Yellowcard. I wish that I was one one of those people. The ones who go to bed, turn it off and are fast asleep as soon as their head touches the pillow. But unfortuantely I am not one of those people. Nor will I ever be. I simply do not know how to turn off my thought trail or to tune out the things around me. It doesn't matter. I could have slept fourteen hours the previous night or fourteen hours in the previous three days. No matter how tired that I am and no matter what time I go to bed, I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking. About everything. About nothing. About things that are stupid and meaningless. And about things that are important to me. Sometimes I jsut get frustrated. I wish I knew where I could find the "easy button."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; My mom is worried that I will never move out of my house. Well mother dear. I am only nineteen. May I remind you that you were 22 when you got married and didn't move out until you were married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; My brother (thirteen) is a complete schmuck. He told me that he hopes that I never have kids because I will make a terrible mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I think he killed Harry also. Harry is the big gross disgusting spider i found and then the same spider who disappeared before I got a chance to kill it. Harry is also the reason that I slept on my couch for a month so that there were no chance encounters of finding him in my room. I don't think that my brother realizes that being scared of spiders is a real phobia. And that by going "Danielle there is a spider on your arm" really is only making things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I wish that my sister (sixteen) would listen to me when I tell her that Chris (said "fiance") is really not good enough for her. And that being in a relationship does not mean that one person in the relationship makes the other makes the feel bad about herself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; YAY!!!! I QUIT MY JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;  Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112674494389670602?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112674494389670602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112674494389670602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112674494389670602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112674494389670602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/holy-random.html' title='Holy random!'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112667293158840640</id><published>2005-09-13T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:42:11.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot loose and fancy free</title><content type='html'>So...I quit my job today! I feel so liberated! I am there til the 30th so that gives them some time to find a replacement. I can't believe I did it! After two months of saying that I was going to I finally did. The downfall? I don't have anywhere to go yet. Ooops. But at least I will be happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112667293158840640?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112667293158840640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112667293158840640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112667293158840640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112667293158840640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/foot-loose-and-fancy-free.html' title='Foot loose and fancy free'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112642129503237804</id><published>2005-09-10T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:48:15.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/1600/almostblackandwhite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/625/454/320/almostblackandwhite2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! I learned how to post pictures! Woot woot! Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112642129503237804?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112642129503237804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112642129503237804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112642129503237804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112642129503237804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-i-learned-how-to-post-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112641751195754512</id><published>2005-09-10T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:37:09.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Another summer day has come and gone away"</title><content type='html'>~Home, &lt;em&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A general update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that summer has come and gone already. Every year it feels a little less like summer and every year it passes by a little quicker. I guess that this is all a part of growing up. I made a lot of tentative plans this summer. All of which mostly fell through. Don't get me wrong. I had a good time. And I even have few regrets. Which is highly unusual for me. Pretty much my only regret right now is my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this fall is that there was a much smoother transition from summer to fall. Last year I started fall with a bang. Literally. Unfond memories of my stupid car accident arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall I don't really have anything to look forward to it. Everything that I was excited about, thus being the Backstreet Boys concert have came and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am still stuck in the suckfest that is my job. Yesterday Brandy pretty much gave me an out. She told me that I needed to think about where I thought I was going within the company and that I should reevaluate my priorities. She gave me this excerise to do about how to get everything in order. I could have easily been like "I dont see myself going anywhere else within the company." Or anything along those lines but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home that night and told my mom that I was quitting. I even asked my dad to help me write a resignation letter. But we were both busy and never got around to doing it. This morning when I woke up I did the excerise! And I went to work and gave it to her. I don't want to be there! And I have an out and don't take it. Why don't I ever do anything about it? It is like I enjoy misery or something. I am a freaking doormat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the other thing that is also not so good currently...It is such a good situation and by good I mean how the heck do I get myself into these things? So next Saturday I am going to a wedding. Which would normally not be a problem. But I don't have a date.Which also is not regularily a problem because I normally wouldn't care. But when I RSVP'd I was still going out with the unmentionable ass so I said that I would have a date with me. So now there will be an empty chair beside me. And everyone I know and that is my age will have dates. Even my sister is bringing the sqeazey "finace." So this will fun! But on the plus side I bought the hottest shoes to wear.They are pink suede! And I am pretty much in love with them. Such as life. As I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112641751195754512?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112641751195754512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112641751195754512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112641751195754512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112641751195754512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-summer-day-has-come-and-gone.html' title='&quot;Another summer day has come and gone away&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112599056664910773</id><published>2005-09-06T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:09:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everybody, Backstreet's back alright!!"</title><content type='html'>I just want to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backstreet Boys effing rock my world!!!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. The show was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112599056664910773?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112599056664910773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112599056664910773' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112599056664910773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112599056664910773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/09/everybody-backstreets-back-alright.html' title='&quot;Everybody, Backstreet&apos;s back alright!!&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112555639634731506</id><published>2005-08-31T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:33:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/fanfix/story.php?fid=78&amp;pageNo=14"&gt;http://www.soompi.com/fanfix/story.php?fid=78&amp;amp;pageNo=14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112555639634731506?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112555639634731506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112555639634731506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112555639634731506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112555639634731506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/08/read-this.html' title='Read this!!'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112482856030149371</id><published>2005-08-23T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:22:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This takes the cake...</title><content type='html'>So my mom made me go to the doctor to have my foot looked at. And after listening to my story she says "You need to come up with a better story." Nice hey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112482856030149371?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112482856030149371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112482856030149371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112482856030149371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112482856030149371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-takes-cake.html' title='This takes the cake...'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112447344542025231</id><published>2005-08-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:15:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Up, a Disaster</title><content type='html'>So last night my sister and I go on a random excursion to Wal-mart as we so often do. It is liek a ritual. We go there maybe two or three times a week. Sometimes we don't buy anything and sometimes we do. Last night was a time when we bought something. We were nosing around the electronics section and I found this learn how to dance tape. It breaks down all these dances (ie the Electirc Slide, or the Macarena (ok who doesn't know how to do the macarena?)) We think that we are being incredibley smooth and we buy this learn how to dance tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take the thing home and go and show my mom just how cool we really are. We kick my brother off the tv and we pop in this tape. All is good. The people in the movie are very cool, not unlike my sister and I. They are from the eighties, hello? We thought the man was a woman and he has nicer hair than any girl I know! So we are dancing to this tape and man, we look cool! And I am glad we don't have a video tape. We are learning to dance to "Hands Up"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing the hula in a circle and all of a sudden the flippin couch comes out of nowhere! I kick the corner of the couch so hard I moved it! And let me tell you, we have a heavy couch. It usually takes two people to move it. I screamed really loud, and then there were tears and then some more screaming and some shrieking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asks my brother to come and see what happened, but I am crying so hard that I cannot make any words come out of my mouth. So Lindsay tells Tyler to tell my mom that I am hurt, so she and my dad come downstairs going what the hell happened like worried parents would. And my dad just scoffs at me and my mom says "Sorry, but when I heard you scream I thought that you probably saw a spider." Some concern! And then I cannot stop laughing! I laughed and laughed and I couldn't stop. So everybody thought that I was fine and all left. I stood up and then shooting pains started going all the way up my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was worried then and we thought that my foot was broken so I hobble slash hop out to the car and my mom takes me to get x-rays. It was a full moon and the hospital was packed and it was late so the clinics would have all been closed. I would have been waiting all night, so I decided to just go home but not before my mom decides we need to get crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my foot was all kinds of shades of black and blue and completely swollen. My foot is not broken though, however my two little toes on my right foot are. And I had to work today anyhow. Long day even if I did get off a few hours early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we learn from all this? Danielle! You are a freakin' moron!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112447344542025231?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112447344542025231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112447344542025231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112447344542025231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112447344542025231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/08/hands-up-disaster.html' title='Hands Up, a Disaster'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112416811748231139</id><published>2005-08-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:33:22.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist Unexpected</title><content type='html'>What makes a good movie good? I love almost every kind of movie out there. Thriller, horror, fantasy, romance, musical. Pretty much every genre, I love it. Sometimes I don't know how to pinpoint exactly what it is that I loved about a certain movie, while other times I just know. And sometimes I love it when a movie is cute and predicatable, like for instance A Cinderella Story, while others I love it when there is a really big twist at the end. Like The Sixth Sense, or The Others. These are the kind of movies that keep you guessing right through until the very end. Alex and I saw the Skeleton Key on Sunday night. This was the kind of movie that leaves you guessing right until it is over. A very good movie. Very well written. Kudos to them. I suggest all go and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I also ventured on out to The Mynt Ultralounge for Industry night with Alex and Tori. All in all a fairly classy place. Not that I have many club experiences to compare to, but in comparison to lets say, Cowboys, very very nice. Also Vibe was there which made for good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other new things. Ok, not new...Same complaint, different day. I flippin' hate my job. And everyday I go in there I am just a little bit more miserable than the previous day. And it is effecting everything else that I do. I am pretty miserable at home too because of it. I get grumpy really easy and I flip out about the littlest things. On Sunday my mom told me to go in and quit today. And I was in the right mind set to do it until I got to work today and I felt like my tounge was made of peanut butter. And the only thing that is actually keeping me there right now is the fact that I feel bad. They treat me like crap 95 percent of the time and I still feel bad about screwing up the schedule for them. I mean sure I have friends at work now, but that is still not enough to keep me at a job that I hate. (Besides, Jayme and I are going to the Backstreet Boys! Woot woot!) Brandy (my "manager") and I even had a meeting last week because she noticed that I was "unhappy". (Obviously!) And I started to tell her some of the things that are really bugging me. For instance scheduling. I hate to close. And I close almost every night of the week. And I told her this. And she said she didn't know if she could really change it. And I told her that I hate closing Fridays and she said that we could come out with a compromise on it. And when I got my schedule for this week I am closing more times and again on Friday. I also brought up my pay. I really deserve a raise. I have been there for more than a year now without a raise. And my responsibilities have doubled, or even tripled since then. I work full time now, I am a key holder which includes sales floor supervisor, dealing with security, Workplace Health and Safety, and Signage. Even if that doesn't sound like a lot, the new girls are making more then I am and they work about half the hours I do, with no added responsibilies. Complain, complain, complain. Yes, I am aware. I do this a lot. But, I just am attempting to muster up the courage to quit right now. And I wish in doing so I could tell Brandy all the things that I think she needs to here. "I think you a terrible manager. You can not act like you are better then everybody else. You cannot treat people as though they are your slaves. You cannot be so snotty and condescending when you are talking to people. Employees and customers. And you can't take credit for other people's hard work anymore! Oh and P.S. THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!" (Which consequently she told me in her most snotty of voices when I could not find a sign that somebody put away in the wrong place. Well for the record, she couldn't find the tape despensor one day because it wasn't in the drawer...well it was on the frickin' counter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote her a "letter of resignation" today. I can never give it to her because it is mean, but having written it all out actually makes me feel a lot better. It is complete with a poem about how much I don't like her. Everyone else that I work with could appreciate it I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have this story to tell, that nobody cares about I am sure. But Alex understands, I know. I have been sleeping on my couch upstairs for two weeks. Reason is as follows: Two weeks agoish I was sitting innocently on my couch downstairs watching TV and I see something movig along side the couch and I look and it a frickin' spider. Another one of those creepy ones that movies really fast. It disappeared and I haven't found it since. I cannot sleep in my room until I find this spider because otherwise it will be free and creepy probably in my room. And I cannot have this. Otherwise I lay awake and think about it. Slash have nightmares. What the flip? I am I don't know, ninetenn frickin' years old. I kept dreaming about these bloody spiders being the size of Argog. (Holy Harry Potter nerd alert!) Blargh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty UNextraordinary. Nothing of excitment really happens. However, there may be a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Backstreet Boys with Jayme and my sister!!&lt;br /&gt;2. A new job!&lt;br /&gt;3. A new bed!&lt;br /&gt;4. I am painting my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ok, now, I am seriously reaching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112416811748231139?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112416811748231139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112416811748231139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112416811748231139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112416811748231139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/08/twist-unexpected.html' title='Twist Unexpected'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112412428316443448</id><published>2005-08-15T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:03:34.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layers of Me...</title><content type='html'>LAYER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Danielle Courtney&lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: May 7th, 1986&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: Calgary, Alberta&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: Cowtown&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: well last week i dyed it dark brown but it faded already to a redish colour&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 5'4"&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: I use my right hand&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: British, German&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: My ugly black ones and then brown ones&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: Abandonment, spiders, Lonliness&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: Meat Lovers&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you'd like to achieve: I don't know...to have goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase on AOL/MSN/YAHOO IM's: LOL&lt;br /&gt;-- First thoughts when waking up: i really gotta pee&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: i am not so sure i have one&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: Whenever I feel like it&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most cherished memory: Graduation? I don't recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke: neither&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: neither&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: single&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: who cares&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: Iced cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE:-- Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Curse: depending on the situation&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: hell yes, when I am driving alone in my car, I am the best singer ever!&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush(es): currently, no&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Like(d) high school: well, while I was in high school, I always thought I hated it, but some things were good. I wouldn't go back though.&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: no, i sure do not&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: I go through stages&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parent(s): mom yes, dad no&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: yeah I do!&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: no, however I used to play the flute! in grade seven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoked: No, for surely not&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: caffiene?&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: no...&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to a club: yes:)&lt;br /&gt;- Drank a martini: no, martini equals gross&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: no, i am not so much into baking...or I am just not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping/chunky dunking: nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: yes!&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen anything: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- If so, was it mixed company: yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: i have been fairly intoxicated yes...&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": no&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:-- Age you hope to be married: mid twentiesish&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: I don't know how many, but the names that I have are Cadence, Peyton and Maddison for girls and Liam and Dakota for boys.&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your Dream Wedding: I will let you know if it ever happens...&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: quickly&lt;br /&gt;-- What did you want to be when you grow up? smart!&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you actually do? I work and sleep...not much in between&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would most like to visit? Anywhere in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE:&lt;br /&gt;In a guy/girl..&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color? no preference&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color? again, no preference, but i guess I may be more drawn to brunettes&lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair: short, but longish hair can be good also&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: taller then me!&lt;br /&gt;-- Ideal body type: I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: What the flip? who makes these questions?&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: I don't know...depends I guess&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first kiss location: Under the stars?...romantic at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN:&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of drugs taken illegally: zero&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people you could trust with your life: I am a pretty trusting person...I would probably trust everyone with my life. And then if it were to happen that I trusted someone with my life and they did not come through for me, I guess I would not know would I?&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs that you own: hundreds upon hundreds&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: 3&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: zero&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of times your name has appeared in the newspaper?: twice&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: several&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Well, as much as I would like to say I have no regrets...there are a definate few things! But nothing can come from worrying about them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112412428316443448?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112412428316443448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112412428316443448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112412428316443448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112412428316443448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/08/layers-of-me.html' title='Layers of Me...'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112321786848459291</id><published>2005-08-02T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:57:55.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome back Hannah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112321786848459291?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112321786848459291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112321786848459291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112321786848459291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112321786848459291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/08/welcome-back-hannah.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112287838188186999</id><published>2005-07-31T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:39:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens at the Roadhouse stays at the Roadhouse....</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Megan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112287838188186999?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112287838188186999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112287838188186999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112287838188186999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112287838188186999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-happens-at-roadhouse-stays-at.html' title='What happens at the Roadhouse stays at the Roadhouse....'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112240643525509878</id><published>2005-07-26T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:36:00.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arachnophobia</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am in fact an arachnaphobe. But before you make fun of me, realize that I am not necessarily in the minority. I know dozens of other people who also fit into this category. And I believe that these furry creep creatures know that I am terrified of them because no one else in my household ever seems to run into them. And this is the evidence that they sought me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I am getting ready for bed I see out of the corner of my eye something moving across my bedroom floor. So I leap onto my bed and turn my light on to see what it was and sure enough there is a spider running hurridly across my floor. And it is not one of those little spiders that you can just sneak up on and kill. Oh no, this is one of those big suckers that moves so fast. One of those ones that you think you have snuck up on and killed until you realize oh no it just got away and you didn't even see it move. So I am sitting on my bed freaking out because there is a big spider running around my room. So I yell for my brother to come in and kill it. Now, my brother is thirteen and he thinks that he is some macho guy, so he starts making fun of me. And his friend who was there scared the spider off. So at this point I am sitting on bed crying because there is a ginormous spider crawling around my room. And my brother is sitting on my bed crying because he is laughing so hard at me and then he saws "Danielle there is a spider on your arm." So now I am really freaking out. So I go into the bathroom and get a can of hairspray. This girl at my work told me that when she was younger she used to spray them until the got stiff and then put them in the toilet so I think lets try this. I give the spray to my brother's friend and my brother has a shoe and I am making them move around the furniture and what not in my room so that they can find it. Finally they get it and kill it. But do you think it ends there? No! For the next hour my brother kept coming in going "Danielle! theres a spider in your bed!" Fuckin' eh...So I go out for a little while with Megs and I come home and go into the washroom and guess what there is a spider on the floor so I kill it and flush it. Then I see there that there is a brown spot on the wall that is not normally there and I get a closer look and hey another frickin' spider. And then close to where I found that spider on the floor there was another spider on the floor. So I am really creeped out now. When I finally go back to bed I am envisioning spiders crawling all over me. Do you think I slept well last night? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to make matters worse, I come downstairs to use the computer this morning to tell about all these frickin' spiders guess what is dangling from the wall? Another one! That is five spiders in like twelve hours. What the flip where do they come from. I wish I was exaggerating, but I kid you not. I hate you spiders! Stay away from me and you won't die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112240643525509878?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112240643525509878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112240643525509878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112240643525509878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112240643525509878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/arachnophobia.html' title='Arachnophobia'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112174597026304425</id><published>2005-07-18T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:12:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit by bit, piece by piece</title><content type='html'>Slowly but surely my broken heart is healing. I think I have moved into the stage of apathy. I no longer look at something or hear something and and am sent into a painful recalation of memories. I am no longer sad. And I am no longer angry. I am just...indifferent. I think this is good. If nothing else, a step in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112174597026304425?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112174597026304425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112174597026304425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112174597026304425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112174597026304425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/bit-by-bit-piece-by-piece.html' title='Bit by bit, piece by piece'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112140875996044293</id><published>2005-07-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:04:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Suck</title><content type='html'>Last summer at about this time I referred to the summer as the summer of suck. At this point I am not really sure why. Looking back I know that last summer was pretty fantastic. It was plentiful in good times with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went houseboating last summer and I had the time of my life. Also last summer there was the time we went to Sylvan Lake. An even better time. I can't even begin to sort out all the good times from Sylvan Lake. There was also the time that we wanted to surprise Megan for her birthday so Shannon, Hannah, Graham and I spent two days making a picture book all about "Superhero Danielle Uglyface and Hannah Stupidface." I don't think anyone would really understand the fulfillment that you could feel to run around outside in your pyjamas with a paper bag on your head taking pictures. The looks that you get from people are priceless. There were also many smaller adventures too. Alex, Sarah and I went to the Stampede together last year. Last summer I had my first clubbing experience. Interesting to say the least, since I spent the whole time in the bathroom with one of two people. One because she couldn't use it herself anymore and the other holding her hair. But it was still something that you could talk about afterwards. I got my license last summer. I hadn't really cared before last summer but last summer when I finally got it I had a blast with it. Last summer I also got to take advantage of finally being legal! Last summer was full of good memories that I don't know how to sort through. There isn't really any particular point to all this reminiscing. I don't want it seem like I live in the past, but lately I long more and more for those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the summer of suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this summer not a lot of good has come to me. It is not like the things that have happened are particularily tragic or that I am pissed off at the world because they only happen to me. That is not it by any means. Because up until about a month ago I was happy. Uncharacteristically happy. Something I never really realized until it was no longer there. And when the unfortunates happened they all happened to seem to come at once. One thing directly after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was arrested this summer. He is only thirteen. Not really a good sign. He wasn't that what he did was the worst thing ever, but when he got caught by the cops he lied to them about who he was. So they cuffed him and he spent the afternoon in a holding cell. The thing about this that upsets me the most, is that about two months ago my brother was in trouble before. He and some friends had been harassing some kid that lives up the alley from us and I honestly believed in my heart that my brother would never do anything like that. I even fought with my parents about it. When I found out the first time that he had done it I was so hurt but I thought at least he would have learned a lesson. Apparently I was wrong though because it happened again. I think I am pretty ticked with my parents about it too because had this happened to me you can be assured I would be in a lot of trouble. My brother? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after this I had my heart broken for the first time. Not so much broken as it was ripped to shreads. At first I didn't know how to react. I was shocked, angry, sad. After a while I realized that I was not upset anymore about being dumped. Things happen and people break up. I am mad about the way it happend. Nobody deserves for it to happen online. I deserve better than that. And then finally when I started to think about being ok, I discovered some things. That I was pretty much lied to me for five months about everything. How can someone lie to one person so much? That he was in a band that doesn't even exist, and played shows and jammed. That he was going to get a new car, yet when my mom saw him, he was still driving in moms car. That he was going to Pepsi to work and had given two weeks notice. Must have been a huge shocker when he was fired for not giving notice even though he told everyone that he had. What was the point of lie after lie? I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else happend too. I knew it would. But I was told it wouldn't. I should have trusted my instinct. Because here I am kicking myself because I predicted it to be exactly how I said it would be. All because society is shallow. Everybody is so consumed with looks and nobody cares about anything else. It sucks. More then I can say. I hate myself for being so bloody naive. I feel like I should wait until I can be somebody's "miss better than nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around this point I have started to realize that I have ditched most of my friends. Or vice versa. I have a few left. I am not denying this. The friends that I have are amazing. But they are busy and whatever else. And right now I need friends like I never needed them before because I am ultimately not happy. With anything. The good times are so few and far between that I don't know how to get from one point to another. And when something arises I am so focussed on how to seem like I am having fun that I forget to actaully have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to make this all go away, but it doesn't seem to be happening very fast. In fact I feel like I am going backwards. If you are reading this now, then you know that I need help. Tell me what to do. I need to stop crying. I need to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...and I am walking backwards, looking down, don't see the sky, I see the ground"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112140875996044293?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112140875996044293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112140875996044293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112140875996044293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112140875996044293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-of-suck.html' title='Summer of Suck'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112132241408344612</id><published>2005-07-13T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:26:54.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh shocker there...</title><content type='html'>So I have been crying again. Why can't it stop? Why is it that everybody is always so shallow? I am a good person. I know I am. But nobody sees this. I hate it. More then words can say. And so for the last month I have spent my spare time crying. I hate it! I want it to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112132241408344612?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112132241408344612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112132241408344612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112132241408344612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112132241408344612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/oooh-shocker-there.html' title='Oooh shocker there...'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112115120742436016</id><published>2005-07-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:53:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...fuck. how do i get myself into these messes? why do i get my hopes up so high all the time to have the smashed to the ground?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112115120742436016?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112115120742436016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112115120742436016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112115120742436016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112115120742436016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112106670534433551</id><published>2005-07-11T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:25:05.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Calgary...</title><content type='html'>do we mark our year by the Stampede.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112106670534433551?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112106670534433551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112106670534433551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112106670534433551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112106670534433551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/only-in-calgary.html' title='Only in Calgary...'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112098078967431571</id><published>2005-07-10T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:33:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers are crossed...</title><content type='html'>I thought it went well. I hope it is returned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112098078967431571?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112098078967431571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112098078967431571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112098078967431571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112098078967431571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/fingers-are-crossed.html' title='Fingers are crossed...'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112037136857381066</id><published>2005-07-02T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:16:08.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears"</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, a tear slips out of the corner of my eye and then I think what the hell for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112037136857381066?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112037136857381066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112037136857381066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112037136857381066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112037136857381066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/07/every-now-and-then-i-get-little-bit.html' title='&quot;Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112019699124135211</id><published>2005-06-30T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:49:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So very slowly my broken heart is healing. I guess the one thing that I can do now is wait it out. I have never had my heart broken before. Alex told me there are the stages. Disbelief, sadness, anger, and apathetic. I think right now I am sitting somewhere between sadness and anger. Sometimes I think that all is well. But the next moment I will just start to cry. But the tears turn to anger not to long after. I am not even sure who I am angry at anymore. You. For lieing to me time and time again. I cannot begin to think why you thought it would be ok to have an entire relationship based on lies. Maybe one day you will learn to get over this. I hope so for your sake, and for the sake of anyone else who gets hurt by them. And I am also angry at myself. A month ago I had my reasons to get out of the relationship, but then you started to cry and I convinced myself that maybe we could work things out. I guess i was wrong, because everything has been deteriorating since then. I still feel sad I guess though. I long to go back to the times so much happier then this, but all that I have are memories, and I am not quite sure what to make of them yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112019699124135211?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112019699124135211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112019699124135211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112019699124135211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112019699124135211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-very-slowly-my-broken-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401138.post-112000606491861334</id><published>2005-06-28T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:47:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I pray for this heart to be unbroken"</title><content type='html'>~Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you fake an entire relationship? And how was I so blind to not see it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401138-112000606491861334?l=dani_elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/feeds/112000606491861334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401138&amp;postID=112000606491861334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112000606491861334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401138/posts/default/112000606491861334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani_elle.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-pray-for-this-heart-to-be-unbroken.html' title='&quot;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&quot;'/><author><name>Dani_elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224635124751679544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h316/dani_elle86/Picture011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
