Monday, June 15, 2015
My Weekend
On Friday, my school had field day and I decided not to go. Field day would've sucked left butt-cheek and I wouldn't have enjoyed myself at all. Instead, I walked to the corner store down the street from my house and got a bunch of bacon egg and cheese sandwiches. They are so addictive, it scares me. While I was waiting for the "sandwich artist" to finish my sandwich, I was contemplating what I wanted to drink to go along with my sandwich. Did I want pineapple soda? Did I want an Arizona? Or maybe even a bottle of water? I ended up picking out passion fruit juice because it looked interesting and it just caught my eye. I don't know why or how but it did. And it tasted amazing with my bacon egg and cheese sandwich. Like, I almost cried when I finished because I was craving more and more as time went on. I'm a fiend and I'm not ashamed of it.
I'm writing this post, listening to some pretty kickass music. Some of the people I'm listening to are Childish Gambino, Lana Del Rey, Jeffree Star , Alanis Morissette, Twenty One Pilots, Black Veil Brides, G-Eazy, Cage the Elephant and Zella Day. I'm not trying to make this post about my playlist, but I'm not going to apologize if it comes off like that. The one thing they all have in common is that they don't write shitty music and try to pass it off as art. They make art better with each song they produce. Back to my weekend, I watched Orange Is The New Black and let me just say that season three is the shiznit. I'm going as Crazy Eyes for Halloween this year. I just need to get a lock and put my hair into bantu knots and that's it lol. I watched Archer on Netflix and I think that if the whole crazy eyes thing falls through, I'm going as Lana Kane. Cowlneck dress and all.
That's all I have for now. Try something different, watch Netflix and have some "Me Time", you might need it after this long ass school year. Until next time, peace out girl scout.
I'm writing this post, listening to some pretty kickass music. Some of the people I'm listening to are Childish Gambino, Lana Del Rey, Jeffree Star , Alanis Morissette, Twenty One Pilots, Black Veil Brides, G-Eazy, Cage the Elephant and Zella Day. I'm not trying to make this post about my playlist, but I'm not going to apologize if it comes off like that. The one thing they all have in common is that they don't write shitty music and try to pass it off as art. They make art better with each song they produce. Back to my weekend, I watched Orange Is The New Black and let me just say that season three is the shiznit. I'm going as Crazy Eyes for Halloween this year. I just need to get a lock and put my hair into bantu knots and that's it lol. I watched Archer on Netflix and I think that if the whole crazy eyes thing falls through, I'm going as Lana Kane. Cowlneck dress and all.
That's all I have for now. Try something different, watch Netflix and have some "Me Time", you might need it after this long ass school year. Until next time, peace out girl scout.
Monday, June 8, 2015
MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND
On Sunday, I celebrated my birthday. It was almost uneventful. I went shopping with my mom on Sunday and on Saturday, I went to 125th street in Harlem with my dad because he was busy on my birthday. We left the house with $100. The roundtrip train ticket to 125th street cost $22 each. That left $56 for clothes and lunch. I get my legs, eyes, smile and crassness from my father. Everything else was either my mom or just me. I look exactly like my mom but I look exactly like my dad at the same time. It's the weirdest thing. I love it and I hate it. I love it because it's proof I'm not adopted but I hate it because whenever we're with family and friends, they always say things like "You look like your mom's twin" or "You're the spitting image of your father." My dad is never afraid to speak his mind. He practically says fuck it about everything. I get that from him. I honestly don't care. Like, for graduation, I want to wear sweatpants, an aeropostale tee shirt and my brown knee high uggs. Like, really, who gives a flying fuck? If anyone has something to say about it, that's their problem not mine. It's really adorable how some people feel that their opinion actually matters.
On my walk with my dad, we stopped at a tattoo parlor. He tried to talk me into getting a tattoo of a ladybug or stars or something. He didn't care what my mom would say about it. I did. And I have a fear of needles. And pain. And I want to be and organ donor and a blood donor. He said I didn't have to get one now but maybe later on in life. You should've seen my face. I looked like I was gonna shit a Frisbee.
That's all I have for now. Don't get a tattoo unless your heart is in it, don't give a fuck and plan a day with your dad, father's day is soon. Until next time, peace out girl scout.
On my walk with my dad, we stopped at a tattoo parlor. He tried to talk me into getting a tattoo of a ladybug or stars or something. He didn't care what my mom would say about it. I did. And I have a fear of needles. And pain. And I want to be and organ donor and a blood donor. He said I didn't have to get one now but maybe later on in life. You should've seen my face. I looked like I was gonna shit a Frisbee.
That's all I have for now. Don't get a tattoo unless your heart is in it, don't give a fuck and plan a day with your dad, father's day is soon. Until next time, peace out girl scout.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Caitlyn Jenner
I'm so happy for Caitlyn. She can be whoever she wants and do whatever she wants. If you think about it, she's sort of like Barbie. Barbie was an astronaut, doctor, veterinarian, dolphin trainer, model, and like five other things that I can't think of right now. I wonder if Caitlyn is going to compete in the Olympics like Bruce. That would be amazeballs to the tenth power plus infinity plus one. Caitlyn is really pretty. I can't wait for the July copy of Vanity Fair to come out. I want it soooo badly. I'd literally punch my big brother in the throat while he's asleep just to get my hands on it. And I love my brother. Shout out to my big brother, Kevin. He inspires me to not be a douchebag to the people around me. But he literally eats everything in our kitchen. It's weird. He's like a friggin goat. He'll eat anything you put in front of him. Except chitlins. For those of you who are just like "Dafuq is a chitlin?", a chitlin is pig intestine. Yup, it's nasty. And it smells like throw that ass in a circle. Times ten. Plus infinity.
Well anyway, my birthday is on Sunday. I'm going to visit my great aunt in Manhattan for the weekend. I can't wait. I just might vlog. Who knows? I sure as hell don't lol =)
Peace out girl scout..............
Well anyway, my birthday is on Sunday. I'm going to visit my great aunt in Manhattan for the weekend. I can't wait. I just might vlog. Who knows? I sure as hell don't lol =)
Peace out girl scout..............
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
My Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My birthday is this Sunday. I'm going to be vlogging this weekend and maybe tomorrow since I'm going to Lake Compounce. Please watch lol
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Who's playing Wonder Woman for the Batman vs. Supeman movie?
Apparently, Gal Gadot is playing my favorite superhero of all time. She was Han's girlfriend, Giselle, in Fast and Furious 6&7. I think they made a good choice. Do you? Comment below.
Cosplay
if you know of some websites that sell Marvel, Dc and Capcom costumes that are good quality and cheap, email me or comment. I'm looking for a Harley Quinn costume and a Fatality costume.
Saturday&Sunday
Back to my weekend, Saturday was just waking up, going shopping with my family and my three year old cousin crying because she dropped her McDonalds. I swear, that stuff is like crack for kids. And Frozen. I wonder if the songs in Frozen have some kind of subliminal messages that tell kids that their rebellion will come soon or some shit. I know I'm not the only one.
On Sunday night, my mom decided to go out and hang out with my dad and aunt. My parents have been divorced since I was a kid Now, they're friends. They hang out and shit and that creeps me out. Good for them for doing their own thing. I'd try to do it but I'd end up throwing steak knives at him until I hit something (you know what I'd aim for lol). Even though my mom forgave him for his actions, I haven't. And I never will. He tried to replace my mom with a former prostitute, forgot my age, was always drunk, told me that I should be in special ed and the list goes on. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness so why should I give it to him?
Well, when my mom left, I tried to get some rest but eventually got back up and stepped on a stiletto and cut my foot. I limped around the house for what seemed like an eternity, only 45 minutes, and came to the conclusion to get a bandaid and clean it. I watch a lot of action movies and I've learned that if you're a screamer, put a rag in your mouth and pour alcohol on it. I did it in my living room, and when my mom walked in she was like "Danielle, this is why I can't leave you alone for over three hours. You get injured, a mess gets made, and you turn my living room into a set for one of those war movies from the 80s!" She ended the conversation by giving me Neosporin and a Tylenol pm. That was the end of my weekend. Don't injure yourself, give your little cousin McDonalds and don't get brainwashed by Elsa and her songs lol. Until next time, peace out girl scout.
On Sunday night, my mom decided to go out and hang out with my dad and aunt. My parents have been divorced since I was a kid Now, they're friends. They hang out and shit and that creeps me out. Good for them for doing their own thing. I'd try to do it but I'd end up throwing steak knives at him until I hit something (you know what I'd aim for lol). Even though my mom forgave him for his actions, I haven't. And I never will. He tried to replace my mom with a former prostitute, forgot my age, was always drunk, told me that I should be in special ed and the list goes on. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness so why should I give it to him?
Well, when my mom left, I tried to get some rest but eventually got back up and stepped on a stiletto and cut my foot. I limped around the house for what seemed like an eternity, only 45 minutes, and came to the conclusion to get a bandaid and clean it. I watch a lot of action movies and I've learned that if you're a screamer, put a rag in your mouth and pour alcohol on it. I did it in my living room, and when my mom walked in she was like "Danielle, this is why I can't leave you alone for over three hours. You get injured, a mess gets made, and you turn my living room into a set for one of those war movies from the 80s!" She ended the conversation by giving me Neosporin and a Tylenol pm. That was the end of my weekend. Don't injure yourself, give your little cousin McDonalds and don't get brainwashed by Elsa and her songs lol. Until next time, peace out girl scout.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Friday.
My weekend was a hot mess. Literally. It was at least 90 degrees outside. My last post was about my presentation and Mystery Guy. Yup, it's still a secret. Even though he knows that he's Mystery Guy. Well, he knows I like him. My friends think its weird that I like him because I'm noticeably taller than him. But he's really sweet. We both like superheroes and video games. And he's really funny. And he's cute in a dorky way. But back to my weekend, let's rewind to Friday afterschool.
Because I lost my house keys, I had to walk down the street to my grandma's house. In the same suit I wore to present because I was a dumbfuck and forgot to pack a pair of shorts in my bag. Remember that I look older than I am. The suit made me look older. Not extremely older but I looked like I knew the difference between a 401k and NBA 2k. Try walking past a bunch of 20 year olds who were just like "What the fudge?" But they were in no position to judge because they were 20 and their main form of transportation was a bike. When I got upstairs, my grandma looked me up and down and said "What's with the outfit? You look like your mom." I explained the project to her and she praised me on my hard work. I really wanted a sticker at that moment lol. About fifteen minutes later, my little cousin got home from school. I should say almost sister because to my dismay, that's how close we are. She's in the fifth grade but starts middle school in the fall. We used to argue a lot as kids but she's not that bad now. She's not my fave cousin but I don't want to push her out of a plane in a hurricane anymore.
My mom came over to my grandma's house and my cousin's mom got off of work so we basically chilled out at her house for a while. Later, my little cousin had to go to rehearsal for the play Annie because she decided that she wants to be an actress as well as go to college and work at Kids Footlocker. They have to practice in a laser tag room at my neighborhood's arcade. My mom did my older cousin's hair and put twists in because she has natural hair. But the way my mom did it, she made her look like Felicia from Friday (that's where the term 'bye Felicia' came from). So I started saying Felicia's most famous line which was "Craig, let me borrow your VCR." That caused everyone to laugh extremely hard and my cousin just rolled her eyes but eventually joined in on the laughing. When I had to walk my little cousin home from rehearsal, we past my older cousin and her dad. Their reactions were to laugh at my suit. But my cousin is taking me to that movies tomorrow because tomorrow is a Six Dollar Tuesday at the movies. That's not cheap at all. I hope you feel my sarcasm. I need to finish the rest on my weekend in another post so until I post it, don't forget to pack extra clothes, don't push your cousin from a plane and watch the movie Friday if you haven't already. Peace out, girl scout.
Because I lost my house keys, I had to walk down the street to my grandma's house. In the same suit I wore to present because I was a dumbfuck and forgot to pack a pair of shorts in my bag. Remember that I look older than I am. The suit made me look older. Not extremely older but I looked like I knew the difference between a 401k and NBA 2k. Try walking past a bunch of 20 year olds who were just like "What the fudge?" But they were in no position to judge because they were 20 and their main form of transportation was a bike. When I got upstairs, my grandma looked me up and down and said "What's with the outfit? You look like your mom." I explained the project to her and she praised me on my hard work. I really wanted a sticker at that moment lol. About fifteen minutes later, my little cousin got home from school. I should say almost sister because to my dismay, that's how close we are. She's in the fifth grade but starts middle school in the fall. We used to argue a lot as kids but she's not that bad now. She's not my fave cousin but I don't want to push her out of a plane in a hurricane anymore.
My mom came over to my grandma's house and my cousin's mom got off of work so we basically chilled out at her house for a while. Later, my little cousin had to go to rehearsal for the play Annie because she decided that she wants to be an actress as well as go to college and work at Kids Footlocker. They have to practice in a laser tag room at my neighborhood's arcade. My mom did my older cousin's hair and put twists in because she has natural hair. But the way my mom did it, she made her look like Felicia from Friday (that's where the term 'bye Felicia' came from). So I started saying Felicia's most famous line which was "Craig, let me borrow your VCR." That caused everyone to laugh extremely hard and my cousin just rolled her eyes but eventually joined in on the laughing. When I had to walk my little cousin home from rehearsal, we past my older cousin and her dad. Their reactions were to laugh at my suit. But my cousin is taking me to that movies tomorrow because tomorrow is a Six Dollar Tuesday at the movies. That's not cheap at all. I hope you feel my sarcasm. I need to finish the rest on my weekend in another post so until I post it, don't forget to pack extra clothes, don't push your cousin from a plane and watch the movie Friday if you haven't already. Peace out, girl scout.
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