<?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-15596421</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:40:26.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story of a girl....</title><subtitle type='html'>I've crossed the line, I'm stepping out so come with me. I'd give it all, cuz I'm drawn to you. As long as my heart is beating, where you lead me I will follow. Where you lead me, I'll give my life away. Where you lead me I will follow forever and a day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-115509462331852056</id><published>2006-08-08T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:37:03.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grim news</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor for a well-child check-up today, and also to get my Tetanus and Hep A shots. We went through the routine: blood pressure, height, weight, etc. The nurse kind of gave me a funny look and marked something on her sheet. Anxiously, I waited for the doctor to come in. Again, we went through the routine: "Breathe in deep, say 'ahhh', bend over and touch your toes." Then she pulled out the chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How bad is it, Doctor?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better than we anticipated," she replied. "We've seen some progress, but I do admit that it is minimal. But there's still hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a sigh and prepared myself for the worst. My doctor gave me the Look; you know, that sympathetic, 'I feel your pain' look that they get when they're about to break the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can expect for you to grow to 5'0, or 5'1" she finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the tears flood my eyes as I let the heartbreaking news overwhelm me. I had never held out much hope, but that last bit that I did cling to was now completely squashed.&lt;br /&gt;We discussed my options, how I could still live a normal life, and I allowed myself to accept the reality that is my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me and my family in your prayers as we deal with the trauma. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-115509462331852056?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/115509462331852056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=115509462331852056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/115509462331852056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/115509462331852056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/08/grim-news.html' title='grim news'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-115455957560897444</id><published>2006-08-02T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:59:35.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen</title><content type='html'>I've decided, after a year of knowing him, that Stephen has merited a post dedicated to him (don't worry, Delaina, yours is coming ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy...wow, what can I say about him? I remember meeting him at Sooner; he was in my Bible class, and he had this absurd hat on with a margarita on the front and feathers sticking out the top. Little did I know that that was The Hat. I, being the amazingly energetic and outgoing person I am, rushed up and met him, and told him I was going to call him "Double Oh". I think he was kind of scared of me at first, but by the end of the week I counted him among my friends. He sat at my table with our cabin and their dates on Banquet night, and I let him take a feather I had found for him as his date. Over the year we talked on line, and he ended up becoming one of my best friends. I even developed a little bit of a crush on him, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, we decided to be "engaged". Actually, I probably decided, and he played along. Ever since it's been our ongoing jokes. We have so many inside jokes, and no matter what kind of crazy scenario I come up with, he always manages to play along, which leads to very interesting conversations. We even recorded one of our phone conversations, and while listening to it at Sooner I decided I must have been on something, lol. Or maybe it's just the Stephen Effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sooner! Wow. This kid probably got tired of me, cuz I tagged around him all the time. I made him surrender his mp3, threw rocks at him, probably got on his nerves a lot. He ended up being my date to Banquet, which, as we decided later, didn't make much of a difference; I kinda acted like he was my date all week anyway. We had fun quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail and just in general being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that: all the insane conversations, and crazy scenarios and us being "engaged", Stephen has become a  person I can talk to about ANYTHING. And I probably have. Seriously, he knows so much about me that I don't know if I can tell anyone else sometimes. Cuz I know that he won't stop caring about me even if I tell him the most insane stuff. And not even just that; I love sharing my opinions with him. We've talked about gay marriage, abstinence, and all these other democratic issues, and even when we don't share similar opinions (though we often do), I still feel free to tell him everything that's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our parents have picked up on our friendship: just last night, while I was cracking up laughing at the computer, my mom turned around and said "Are you flirting with your fiance?". His parents, also, feel like they know me. I've talked to them on his screen name, and I met them at Sooner (although I'm pretty sure they think I'm crazy...I ran screaming towards Stephen and tackled him with a hug).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[adding picture when blogger's working...mom, will you let me know?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xe2.xanga.com/9cda473a0773370144847/b47156423.gif" target="xangaphoto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And FINALLY, do you not agree that this boy has the cutest smile EVER? He's probably embarrassed that I'm bringing this up again...but SERIOUSLY. I think he has the most adorable smile I have ever seen. My parents are even making fun of me cuz I rant about it. And it's a smile, not a grin, for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just felt inspired to talk about this amazing guy. If you think you have a cooler Stephen than me, you're horribly mistaken. Mine's the best. I love you, kid. You make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-115455957560897444?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/115455957560897444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=115455957560897444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/115455957560897444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/115455957560897444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/08/stephen.html' title='Stephen'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-115300689578379250</id><published>2006-07-15T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:41:35.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner</title><content type='html'>Sooner. Was. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to recap for you all everything that went on, all the amazing-ness. But that would be impossible, and any attempts would most likely be in vain. So I'll just highlight the best parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle, as always, was my favorite. If you don't know what Circle is, it would be impossible for me to explain to you in a way worthy of its greatness. However, for those of you who are Sooner-ignorant, Circle is when the entire camp gathers in a feild at the end of the day. The oldest campers form the inner Circle, and then the next oldest and next oldest and youngest. We all hold hands and sing and stare up at the stars, and at the end we sing My God and I. It is the best. It brought me to tears 3 nights, which is weird because I never cry at that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons this week were amazing and convicted me and have strengthened me in my faith. Our preacher, Micah, was the absolute best. He got me at the heart every single night. Bible class was also really great. We had a bunch of good discussions and I feel as though I've really learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are the best part of Sooner, by far. I made two new friends, first years who were in my cabin named Josie and Hailey. They were very sweet. And, as always, I got along really well with the people two or three years younger than me. They seemed to admire me for some reason. Then....there's Stephen, Delaina, and Brooke. Wow, what can I say about them??? I love them more than anything. At Circle, it always ended up that me, Stephen, and Delaina were together, and I loved being in between them, because I felt so loved and wanted by two of the most amazing people. Stephen was....my date? to this year's version of Banquet. Delaina is just amazing and beautiful. Brooke....God, Brooke is Brooke. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang twice. I hadn't planned on it, but all my friends bugged me about it. So on Monday, to appease them, I sang a song I wrote. Mmhmm. Appease? No. For the rest of the week, the entire CAMP nagged me about singing again. Not so much for my voice, but because apparently I'm good at writing songs. I sang my song Let Me In on Monday, and True Me on Friday. And to make Stephen happy, I'll let it be known that I got 3 rounds of applause on the first one, plus I made Victor cry, and a standing ovation on the second. Stephen seemed to like to point out those facts when I was *trying* to be modest. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yah. This post fails to convey the magic of Sooner, so get over it. If you want to know, it's 51 weeks til next year's camp. Registration starts on September 1, and Reunion in January 12-14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ol' Sooner Youth Camp, I'll remember you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-115300689578379250?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/115300689578379250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=115300689578379250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/115300689578379250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/115300689578379250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/07/sooner.html' title='Sooner'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114998575740488997</id><published>2006-06-10T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:29:18.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Save me, O God,&lt;br /&gt;for the waters have come up to my neck.&lt;br /&gt;I sink in the miry depths,&lt;br /&gt;where there is no foothold.&lt;br /&gt;I have come into the deep waters;&lt;br /&gt;the floods engulf me.&lt;br /&gt;I am worn out calling for help;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is parched.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fail,&lt;br /&gt;looking for my God."&lt;br /&gt;-Psalm 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that. Couldn't say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked 2-3 miles today just around the neighborhood....I think it was really good. I prayed and thought and now I feel so much better. Ugh, I hate how when you try to handle things on your own it just blows up in your face. Remind me not to do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots going on right now. Can't even write in full sentences. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....I'm at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. Life is ok. Life is good. Life is &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is life? A thousand roads, a thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;So why am I so afraid to move?&lt;br /&gt;I crossed a line, I'm stepping out so come with me&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all cuz I'm drawn to You&lt;br /&gt;As long as my heart is beating&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me, I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me I'll give my life away&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny Your very prescence is my life&lt;br /&gt;So why would I ever turn away?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz deep inside I know that I cannot rely&lt;br /&gt;On anything less than faith&lt;br /&gt;As long as my heart is beating&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me, I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me I'll give my life away&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;To live completely in Your love&lt;br /&gt;So this is life.....&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me, I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me I'll give my life away&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead me I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, that's my title song right now. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114998575740488997?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114998575740488997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114998575740488997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114998575740488997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114998575740488997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/06/save-me-o-god-for-waters-have-come-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114935681439443375</id><published>2006-06-03T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:14:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things you probably don't know about me</title><content type='html'>I change my blog title finally. This is Where You Lead Me by MercyMe. I lovelovelove this song like whoa. Hehe. MercyMe is goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have the worst memory, except for one week of the year. During my week at Sooner Youth Camp I go into some sort of super memory mode. It's really cool, actually. I've impressed people with the details I remember from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I played the French Horn in sixth grade, and was actually pretty good. I never learned how to read music, so I played by listening to the guy next to me and following him by ear. The funny thing is I was in first chair for part of the year, even though I played by listening to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have never been able to juggle a soccer ball (for those of you who don't know anything about soccer, that's when the people bounce the ball on their knee) more than 5 times, though I've been playing soccer since I was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cannot sleep with just a sheet, even if it's the middle of summer and is 100 degrees outside. I have to have some sort of blanket or comforter, though I usually end up kicking it off in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have this weird interest in American History, which is one of the reasons I want to teach 5th grade. In Texas, that's when you first learn about American history. My 5th grade teacher made it so interesting and fun, and I want to do the same thing for kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Before I lost my teeth, my dentist said I'd probably need braces. Luckily, my teeth all grew in straight, except for the one next to my left front tooth. It overlaps a little, but you can hardly notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm the biggest teacher's pet. I like for my teacher's to like me, with very few exceptions. I can't remember not being a teacher's pet. I think that also has something to do with the fact that I prefer the company of people much older than me than people my own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite weather is thunderstorms in the summer with thunder that shakes the house and lightning that lights up the whole sky. I don't like thunderstorms as much in any other season, though I do still like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have never formed a strong opinion about anything. I am pretty open minded and don't believe in anything strongly one way or the other. This is especially true with today's "big issues" like abortion, same-sex marriage, etc. I have opinions, but they are pretty borderline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have started writing more songs/stories/poems than I can count, but I hardly ever finish any of them. I have notebooks filled with one or two lines of what could potentially be good writing, but I don't have the potential to finish any of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114935681439443375?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114935681439443375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114935681439443375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114935681439443375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114935681439443375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-things-you-probably-dont-know.html' title='Random things you probably don&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114920064350587738</id><published>2006-06-01T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:24:03.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love</title><content type='html'>My friend Andrew and I are going to do a guitar duet at the camp we're going to this summer called &lt;a href="http://www.sycok.org/" target="_new"&gt;Sooner&lt;/a&gt;. We're doing &lt;a href="http://castingcrowns.com/" target="_new"&gt;Casting Crown&lt;/a&gt;'s Your Love is Extravagant, which is a very beautiful song. I am trying to learn the female harmonies, something I absolutely suck at. I've got the song on repeat on my mp3, and I've decided I'm probably be very sick of it by the time Sooner rolls around. Hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes something completely random will happen that brings back a certain memory? Well, a few minutes ago, as I listened to this song, I was folding my friend's shirt that I had borrowed. It was from her middle school choir. We went to the same middle, and I read through the names on the back to see if I recognized anyone. For some odd reason, even though her name wasn't on the shirt, I was reminded of a girl named Danisha Hicks. We were friends in sixth grade, and she sat next to me in Mrs. Garrett's 7th period. My sixth grade year was horrible; I was a lying, cheating, cussing little person, and I went out of my way to hurt people I thought were lower than me. For those of you who didn't know, that's the reason my parents homeschooled me for 7th and 8th grade. Anyway, near the end of the year Danisha said something to me that brought me down from my throne and made me sick to my stomach. I remember her face, her tone, her exact words to this day, and they still haunt me. She said to me, "You know, at the beginning of this year I wanted to be like you. And now I don't. You've changed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking of how I've changed this year. I've changed once again. I have started cussing, although I do try to keep it in check. I don't lie, because I have come to despise lying, and liars. I do cheat, and I'm so ashamed of that. I'm not where I was 3 years ago, but I'm not where I should be either. As I thought about that, these lyrics from my song played.&lt;br /&gt;"Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin. No greater love have I ever known; you considered me a friend. Capture my heart again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have drifted away from God this year. I keep telling myself I'm going to do better, that I am going to pray tonight, that I'm going to read my Bible, that I'll do what I know I should. I've gotten angry at myself for not sticking to my committment at times, but usually I just try to ignore it and hope it will go away. I think I'm afraid of having to start over, afraid of having to build myself back up. Afraid that His love won't cover me and all the crap I've done. But I now realize, and I think I believe, that it will. He is able to do more than I can imagine. How amazing is that? His love is extravagant, and He can and will capture my hear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate&lt;br /&gt;I feel like moving to the rhythm of your grace&lt;br /&gt;Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin&lt;br /&gt;No greater love have I ever known; you consider me a friend&lt;br /&gt;Capture my heart again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114920064350587738?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114920064350587738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114920064350587738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114920064350587738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114920064350587738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-love.html' title='Your Love'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114857034544167109</id><published>2006-05-25T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:24:05.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I have changed this year. My own life, and even how I look at life in general, has changed. My taste in music has changed, I have formed my own opinions about today's controversial issues, I have learned so much, and I have grown (although not vertically, unfortunately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a year of firsts and lasts. I've closed some doors that can never be reopened. I've opened some that will change the course of my life forever. One thing I've noticed about myself this year is that I'm afraid of growing up. I don't want my childhood to end any time soon. In fact, if I could, I would go back to being 10. I'm trying to do what most people my age are doing the opposite of- slowing down time. Which is why I have been scared of this year ending. I haven't felt like I've really LIVED. But the thing is, I've lived so much this year...I've done so much. So today I'm spending my last few hours as a freshman. And then I'll be a sophomore, and I'll have another whole year to grow some more. So, here's to this year. Here's to change. Here's to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114857034544167109?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114857034544167109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114857034544167109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114857034544167109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114857034544167109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/05/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114842230712554431</id><published>2006-05-23T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:11:47.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>Stealing this from Tim. 15 people, 15 paragraphs of things I want to tell them. But you don't know who I'm talking to. If you have a paragraph in here, or think you do, please don't ask me if you guessed right. If you think it could've been written to you, assume that it was. Some of these things have been weighing heavily on my heart, some of them are just things I want you to know. You are all people who have changed my life in the last year, for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was so scared coming into school this year, but you've made it one of the best experiences of my life. You were one of the first people I met, and even though it took a while to develop a real friendship, now you are one of the people I cherish more than anything. I don't even know if you know how much I cherish your friendship, but hopefully I'll tell you soon. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate that I haven't talked to you much lately. I hate that I let this come between us, and that I'm too stubborn to let it go. I hate how I was so persistant and now it's all my fault. I want things back to the way they were. I miss you, and I'm done trying to change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've decided to be the bigger man. Things will never be the way they were but at least I am strong enough to be civil. You've proved to me that I can be mature even when other people can't, so thanks for that. Suprisingly, you probably taught me more this year than almost anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You've changed me. You've made me stronger in some ways, and you've brought out some of my weaknesses that I needed to face. You suprise me, you remind me what it's like to really enjoy someone, and you are one of my absolute best friends. You've let me cry, and you've heard me laugh. You have shown me the good inside myself. It hurts me that other people can't seem to understand, but I hope you know that you mean the world to me. In less than a year, you have made me into who I am right this very second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You've hurt me, you've lied, you've done so much crap to me this year, and yet I can't not like you! You'll defend yourself as long as it takes before stepping up and just taking responsibility for all of this. Against my better judgement, I like you. And don't think I'm trying to make you out as a bad guy....you're a good person. But understand that I've been hurt and I'm confused right now and don't know where to go. I've cried over you too much already and now it's time for me to figure out where you're gonna fit into my life.&lt;br /&gt;6. You confuse me, but I'm glad that you're my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss you so so so so so much! I miss late nights, "babysitters clubs", running through the sprinklers, riding our bikes up and down the street, talking unendingly about our crushes. I think you are the most beautiful person on the face of the earth, and I absolutely cannot wait until I get to be your Maid of Honor and vice versa....in the mean time, no falling in love with any unworthy boys I'm not there to approve of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Just so you know, you annoy the absolute crap outta me, along with all of us. We've tried to clue you in without having to hurt your feelings. Take a hint! I'm alright with lending you money, honestly, but don't tell me you're gonna pay me back and then don't. That's not how you should act if you want us as friends, cuz you have done it to all of us. So, start being one-faced or back off, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm so sad that we will probably never really talk from now on. We made an unlikely friendship this year and now, although we'll be in the same high school for the next three years, we'll go back to being in our separate worlds. You're amazing, honestly, and I love you. And who knows? Maybe our friendship will survive despite our differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I appreciated the fact that you listened to me this year. It probably would seem silly to other people, but just haven't an adult who seemed to care meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I regret being so mean to you. The fact that I think you are completely weird and you do scare me a lot is irrelevant- I conformed when I should've stood out. For that, I apologize. Maybe now I'll change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I remember meeting you. You were the first girl I could relate and talk to in my pre-teen/teen years. I bet you didn't know that. I'm glad we've started chatting again- you're still as real as you were back then, and as easy to relate to. I don't know what it is you're going through, but I hope it resolves itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm doing you twice, and I don't care if it's cheating. I wanted you to know that I want a miracle for you. I'm praying for a miracle, cuz I know you need it in many different ways. I love you, and I always have, even though it's been hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've been angrier at you than anyone else, I've loved you more than anyone else, I've laughed with you more than anyone else, I've cried in front of you more than anyone else. You are like me and I am like you and you are the most influential person in my life. So I guess all that's left to say is thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I've screwed you over, I've neglected you, I've hated you, I've ignored you. But you are the person I need more than anything. I'm not gonna ask for forgiveness, cuz I know you already gave it. All I'm gonna ask is that you hold my hand as I work my way back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114842230712554431?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114842230712554431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114842230712554431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114842230712554431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114842230712554431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/05/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114479129057550377</id><published>2006-04-11T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:34:50.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illegal Immigration bills - my speech</title><content type='html'>I gave a speech to a classroom of about 30 students, about 10 of them being Hispanic. At least 3 of those students walked out in protest against the illegal immigration bills. This made giving this speech a little scarier, but today I did it, and I think I did it well. In fact, I talked to one of the girls who heard it afterwards. She is one of the people who walked out and she said she really enjoyed my speech, and it kept her attention. If nothing else, I'm glad she listened. So here's the speech. It's pretty long...took me 5 minutes to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 500 students walked out of Paschal High School on March 28 at about 10:30 AM. There cause was to protest the illegal immigration bill. But how much do we really know about this bill? If we were more informed, would there be a reason to protest?&lt;br /&gt;There are three bills currently being passed around, but the one I'm supporting is the Senate Judiciary bill. According to the Star Telegram, this bill would provide illegal immigrants with a six year visa and allow them to apply for permanent residency and citizenship. They would have to pay fines and taxes, and they would be able to earn a temporary work visa. This bill would also provide a program for 1.5 immigrant farm workers, and it would create a virtual wall of unmanned vehicles, cameras and sensors along the US-Mexico border. This bill was sent to the Senate by a 12-6 vote of the Senate Judiciary Comittee about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people who were involved in the protest against these bills were saying that they did not want a wall to be built along the US-Mexico border, and they said "if you get rid of the immigrants, there'll be no one to build your wall". However, according to an article in the Star Telegram, not one of these three proposed bills has an actual wall in their plans. The House bill proposes a 700 mile two layer fence to run along the border, and the Senate Judiciary bill has plans for a virtual wall of cameras, sensors, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Many protestors were insisting that they were not crinimals, and that they did not want to be "sent back to Mexico". However, only the proposed House bill would make it a felony to be in the US illegally. The Senate Judiciary bill would give illegal immigrants a six year visa, and they could apply for citizenship during that time. Senator Bill Frist would make it a misdemeanor to be in the US illegally, which, in most cases, is not enough to deport an immigrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to washingtonpost.com, the estimated number of illegal immigrants was at 10.3 million as of March 2005, compared to 8.3 million five years before. Mexican immigrants make up 50% of that number, and a total of 70% of from the Latin America area. Today there are nearly 12 million illegals living in the US. From the New York Times, illegal immigrants make up 24% of the farming, fishing, and forestry industry, 17% of the cleaning industry, 14% of the construction industry, 12% of the food preperation industry, 9% of the manufacturing industry, and 7% of the transportation industry. Looking at the numbers, we can see what a significant impact illegal immigrants have on all of our service industries. The US cannot afford to remove all illegal immigrants. Our economy depends on the labor provided by these immigrants to stabilize prices. The price of crops especially will rise if we have to hire people for a higher wage, which will happen if the government tried to deport all illegal immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the Senate Judiciary bill is the best idea yet presented concerning the illegal immigration issues. However, this bill is not perfect, and no bill will ever satisfy every single person. This is one reason to raise your opinion about these bills, and for that matter, anything that has to do with the future of America. It is not only their future they are debating, but ours as well. If you have strong opinions about these laws, or have personal experience will illegal immigration, I strongly urge you to write. Write to your Congressman, your Senator, talk to a teacher, get a petition started. Whatever you do, get your word out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it would be extremely stupid to make being here illegally a felony. Our economy is based on the cheap, minimum wage labor we receive from illegal immigrants, as you heard earlier. If we deport them all to wherever they came from, prices for almost all our service industries will go up. The government knows this, and they also know it would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, to track down and identify all illegals in the US. I support this bill that will lead illegal immigrants to the road of permanent residency and citizenship. These people came here for a better life, for a steadier income, for hope, for a future, and the Senate Judiciary bill is going to try to give it to them, rather than take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bills, specifically the Senate Judiciary bill, are made to enforce and regulate immigration laws, but not to make anyone look like a criminal. They would also help ensure that those here illegally could become citizens in a timely matter. There is room for compromise, and no bill is perfect, nor will there ever be a law that can accomodate the needs of all. Because of that, it's our job to put in our two cents and that can only start by knowing the facts. After hearing the facts, I hope you agree that these bills are not made to restrict the lives of immigrants, but to give them more freedom. After all, America is a land of immigration, and if we can work together we can ensure that it will forever be the land of culture and diversity that we all love. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114479129057550377?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114479129057550377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114479129057550377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114479129057550377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114479129057550377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/04/illegal-immigration-bills-my-speech.html' title='The Illegal Immigration bills - my speech'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114418484035364375</id><published>2006-04-04T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:07:20.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw A Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freaknfunny.com/files/upload/draw-a-pig.swf"&gt;http://www.freaknfunny.com/files/upload/draw-a-pig.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drawapig.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality Quiz results: You drew your pig....&lt;br /&gt;Toward the middle of the frame, you are a realist.&lt;br /&gt;Facing left, you believe in tradition, are friendly, and remember dates (birthdays, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;With few details, you are emotional and naive, you care little for details and are a risk-taker.&lt;br /&gt;With 4 legs showing, you are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are. You are a poor listener.&lt;br /&gt;The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life. You have a good sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I don't think any of those are correct. Sorry, piggy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114418484035364375?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114418484035364375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114418484035364375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114418484035364375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114418484035364375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/04/draw-pig.html' title='Draw A Pig'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114324468368703805</id><published>2006-03-24T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:58:03.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy and Paste</title><content type='html'>So I'm just gonna copy and paste from a bunch of stuff I wrote in my xanga this week. Lots has gone on! It's all kinda random, so congrats if you make it all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Car Partaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is it. The date we've been planning for quite some time. I've invited lots of people and it's gonna be so much fun. It's......the car party! We're gonna celebrate the fact that our dearest Chris (hehe) has finally gotten his hardship liscense and has a parking space at school. And he's only a freshman. That kinda makes him a king among all us non-liscensed fishies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an over-acheiver, though. Sort of. The price is $2 (I'm sorry, but even for my friends I can't fork over $20 by myself for pizza), and I've got someone bringing cups, Chris brining drinks, and Sarah bringing the CD player, and I've made my own specials Chris's car party mix. I may be the only one enjoying the music, but oh well, lol. I've tried to mix some old and new stuff in so everyone can enjoy it somewhat. I'm considerate like that, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm so excited! I just hope I can get out of class early enough so that I don't have to miss too much, since I have to go pick up the pizzas ($5 a large if you do pick-up during lunch at Papa John's....not a bad deal?). I don't think I've ever been more excited about going to lunch. It's gonna be amazing! And I'm definitely bringing the camera....my mom has trained me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as soon as I get film developed, be looking forward to some pictures from tomorrow's excitement. 40 minutes of pure lunch happiness! Is anyone else as excited as I am?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm beginning to remember why I used to love lunch so much, and why Chris was (and is) one of my best friends. We all have so much fun together. Lunch is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's car party was a blast! We devoured those three large pizzas in no time, and I don't think we've all ever been together in that big of a group. No one counted, but there was at least 12 of us there (including three people I've never met- two of Chris's friends, and one exhange student someone invited). Let's see....it was me, Marissa, Laura, Sarah, Elizabeth, Aneisha, Enisa (sp??), Chris, Chris's two friends, Switzerland, and I'm sure there were more than I'm just neglecting to remember. So, that's 11. Anyways, you get the picture. Anyways, poor Chris had to put up with all of those girls. I was thinking later, "Wow, he'd be great for The Bachelor. He can deal being around that many women at once!" Anyways, it was so much fun, and we all had a blast celebrating Chris's parking spot, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today me and Chris (and Elizabeth somehow also ended up there, lol) went to Pizza Hut, and then went back to The Table. I ended up hanging out with Stephanie, Jason, and Chris the whole time. That was....interesting. Scary. Random. But so much fun! It was full of much chasing, stealing, chasing some more and of course, laughing. I somehow ended up in possession of Chris's hat, which I forgot to give back, so I still have it. I've grown rather fond of it...think I'll keep it . Anyways, I've only ever said a few words to Jason, but he's a really nice guy. He goes to a church nearby, and whenever he sees me he's like, "Go COC people!" Lol. Oh yes, go us. Anyways, we had some weird encounters in which Stephanie decided to be Chris's girlfriend and I, in turn, got Jason....random? And I found out that if you ask them nicely enough, guys will go get your purse and backpack for you! Isn't that special? Me and Stephanie also tried to torture Chris by tickling him (because he claims it's not evil, which is most certainly IS!!!!). And then Jason freaked me out with his under-weightness....I think I actually screamed when I could feel the complete outline of his ribcage. I can fit my hands around his upper arm with plenty of room to spare WHEN he is flexing. Not that he's weak. He picked up Chris, who is taller than him and not freakishly underweight. Except for his knees . And the best line of the day was definitely when Jason said something like "Fine, me and Dani will run away together cuz I can actually pick her up. I could pick you up too, but you won't let me." Haha. Stephanie is such an abusive girlfriend. If she were an abusive boyfriend, she'd get in trouble and go to jail, but since she's an abusive girlfriend, everyone just thinks it's funny. Anyways, I definitely got a good umpteenth impression of Jason, since it was the first time I'd actually really gotten to talk to him and stuff. And hanging out with Stephanie is never, ever boring. And, of course, everything is good when Chris is there. So, if you made it through that whole paragraph, I'm sure it goes without saying that I had a blast at lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got about 50 million compliments on how I looked today. According to Jason (geez, I've talked about him a lot today....good guy!) I "won". When I asked what that meant, Stephanie said "It means he likes your out fit better than mine." LOL! And so many people, even guys, would be like, "Nice outfit" or "I like your shirt" (two or three guys said that....weird?). Anyways, I felt very pretty today. I should dress up more often.&lt;br /&gt;I basically taught my math class today. We had a quiz on surface area, and I was done within the first 20 minutes. Me and one other girl. Apparently we were the only ones who got it. I guess I "cheated" but eventually our subsitute caught on and actually gave real permission. Every five seconds someone would say, "Hey Dani, how does this work?" or "This is what I got, what'd you get?" or "I swear this is the last time, but could you explain...". The sub actually asked me to help two people on the quiz....weird. And then everyone around me was asking me what I got and whatnot. I never gave out answers, just advice, so I guess it wasn't cheating. The sub appreciated it, I think. She said she'd tell him I "helped out". I was like...uh, ok, as long as I don't get in trouble for it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, today was a very good day. There's a whole lot more I could probably talk about, but this is already a lot. So, yah, that's all for now folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Simple Miracles&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;Smiles&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;Triumph&lt;br /&gt;Conversations&lt;br /&gt;Midnight snacks&lt;br /&gt;Pillow fights&lt;br /&gt;Hats&lt;br /&gt;Other people's hats&lt;br /&gt;Stealing other people's hats&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;Converse&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Mall&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Photo booths&lt;br /&gt;Prayer&lt;br /&gt;Scripture&lt;br /&gt;This breath. This second. This moment. This life. I love living; there is so much beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my camera to school the last few days...when I get the film developed I'll scan a few and put them on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, random entry today. It's the weekend, as I just recently found out. Honestly, I didn't realize that it was Friday until about an hour ago. So, yay! The weekend! Yes, so, all those words up there are the little things that I have loved about this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. No, really. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3, Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114324468368703805?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114324468368703805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114324468368703805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114324468368703805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114324468368703805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/03/copy-and-paste.html' title='Copy and Paste'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114279972425080612</id><published>2006-03-19T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:22:04.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>New blog title. Yay! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Sunday afternoon. I have nothing to do. Spring break has a few hours of life left, and then it's back to school. I noticed the other day that my school somewhat looks like a prison. Sort of. I have one class with no windows at all....my least favorite class, too. Speaking of prisons, I watched The Shawshank Redemption the other day- good movie! I've watched so many hours of TV and movies....probably over 20 hours this week. Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's been a good week. I went to the mall with Marissa and Laura on Monday, and Paul came over to help me paint the boys' playhouse on Tuesday. And mostly I've beeen home alone, watching TV, cleaning on occasion, playing guitar, etc. And I'm actually kinda looking forward to going to school tomorrow- having somewhere to go, a reason to get up, seeing friends, getting hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the best line of the week:&lt;br /&gt;Chris- "I was afraid my maid wouldn't feed her enough. I should've been afraid she'd feed her too much."&lt;br /&gt;Dani- "You have a maid????!?!?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Chris- "I have two"&lt;br /&gt;Dani- "I hate you I hate you I hate you"&lt;br /&gt;Chris- "Love you, too..."&lt;br /&gt;Dani- "Can I borrow one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and the 20 minute arguments that I, of course, win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I updated for y'all. Congrats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114279972425080612?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114279972425080612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114279972425080612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114279972425080612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114279972425080612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114264274054878236</id><published>2006-03-17T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:45:43.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Likely a First Born&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/first-born.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.At work and school, you do best when you're researching.When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Birth Order Predictor&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/15596421-114264274054878236?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114264274054878236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114264274054878236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114264274054878236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114264274054878236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-likely-first-bornat-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114212121951869673</id><published>2006-03-11T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:30:21.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm doing more of these. Shoot me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Failed the US Citizenship Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a7ceff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/reject.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oops, you only got 6 out of 10 right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Could&lt;/a&gt; You Pass the US Citizenship Test?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ wow, how horrible is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations, you got 8/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Could&lt;/a&gt; You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^haha, that's kind of sad, too. Hey, I did it all in my head, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.You're generally good at balancing work and play.When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is low.You're a pretty conservative person, and you favor what's socially acceptable.You think that change for novelty's sake is a very bad idea.While some may see this as boring, many see you as dependable and wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^interesting, pretty true, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Open Minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may be surprised to hear that you're not very open minded... and a little judgmental.You tend to dislike others that are different from you. While you may be open to a few new things, you don't reach far beyond what you believe.And it's likely that you don't even want to discuss different points of view!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^so I'm conservative? Sheesh! I have so many friends who are completely not, so I'm not that close-minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Olive Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/olive-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself.For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself.You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you.People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Not sure if that's true or not, but it sounds good, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^hehe, orange? Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^lol! The text in that thing made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^haha, I'm 20! Why the heck am I still living at home??? :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Observation Skills Get A C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-c.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tend to notice the big things in life...But the details aren't exactly your forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^That was really interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/hug-me.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: fighting and conflict&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^I'm putting this one cuz I like what my candy heart says...even though I think those things are absolutely nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dr. Pepper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/dr-pepper.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're very unique and funky, yet you still have a bit of traditionalism to you.People who like you think they have great taste... and they usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda match: Root Beer&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: 7 Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^YAYAYAYAY! Dr. Pepper! That makes me want one so bad! *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so no one is even gonna care about this except me. Oh well, I haven't posted in a few days. So there ya go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114212121951869673?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114212121951869673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114212121951869673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114212121951869673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114212121951869673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-im-doing-more-of-these-shoot-me.html' title='So I&apos;m doing more of these. Shoot me.'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114161299911436678</id><published>2006-03-05T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:43:19.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Because I said so!</title><content type='html'>Ooh! A link! I suppose that means you should click it and do what it says because that would make me sooooo happy! &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Dani+Kocur"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Dani+Kocur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114161299911436678?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114161299911436678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114161299911436678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114161299911436678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114161299911436678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-because-i-said-so.html' title='Why? Because I said so!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114150314026523668</id><published>2006-03-04T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:12:20.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>My parents are in Canton, the boys are with Walt and Michelle and I'm home with the music blasting. Fun! Sort of...cuz today I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean the kitchen (which I'm actually almost done with! Yay!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do all my normal Saturday chores, which shouldn't take more than an hour and a half&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do laundry...should probably get started on that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish some homework. The math is gonna kill me :'(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe dust and sweep the family room and front room...depends how much energy I have after all of that is done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also maybe put away some of the stuff downstairs...just pick up a bit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and this is a MAJOR maybe....mop the kitchen. Bleck! Probably not!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah, so sound fun? I got to talk to my beautifulest and awesomest and most amazing Brittani last night for about two minutes. It feels like its been ages since we talked. I totally am going to go up there this summer if I have to jump on my bike and ride the entire way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of bikes, I rode to guitar lessons today only to find that they are cancelled today. Oh, well, it was nice 2 mile ride with a guitar on my back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmhmm, that's all. I'm hungry. And tired. But I'm happy :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Dani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114150314026523668?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114150314026523668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114150314026523668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114150314026523668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114150314026523668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114130843134889748</id><published>2006-03-02T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:08:33.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped. On the track. While running in my jeans. *insert mock laughter* Haha, yah, funny, I know. I've also got a 2 inch scar on my shin and both of my knees are skinned, and my new jeans have a hole in them. And I also scraped up my other arm, but I only have a minor cut there. I took that picture last night. It looks a bit better this morning, although when I saw the reflection in the mirror it still freaked me out a bit. It's painful to the touch and when I move my wrist, but other than that, I'm just kinda proud of my battle wound. The girls who saw me trip were all very concerned and asking me if I was ok until I started making fun of myself, giving them all the permission to do likewise. "You went flying!" "Haha, that was so funny!" etc. I'm not sure how I tripped but looking back a few feet behind me there was a Coke can On. The. Track. Stupid people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so that was Dani's clutsy moment of the day brought to you by High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going to my counselor to work out my schedule for my SOPHOMORE YEAR. Yay! And if I spelled sophomore wrong, I'm gonna be uber embarrassed. *spell check* Nope, I spelled it right! Anyways, here's what I'm gonna TRY to take.&lt;br /&gt;English 2&lt;br /&gt;English 3 (the fact that I had to backspace three times to spell "English" right doesn't exactly help my argument that I'm gonna try to get ahead in my English classes)&lt;br /&gt;Algebra 2/Pre-Cal (it's an 80 minute course, when means I'd either have to get to school early or stay late)&lt;br /&gt;Latin 3 (last year of Latin)&lt;br /&gt;Choir...although I'm not sure which choir I'll end up in. I'm gonna have to get Marissa and some of my other choir freak friends to help me learn how to breathe right and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry....I think I'll like that a lot more than I've liked Biology. Hehe....chemicals....&lt;br /&gt;AP World History. Now I've heard horror stories about this class, and despite the fact that basically every sophomore I know has told me not to take it, I'm still taking it. Remind me of this when I regret it. It's just a ton of work. Boo to tons of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so that's basically it. I'm really bad at ending my thoughts into a nice conclusion in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114130843134889748?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114130843134889748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114130843134889748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114130843134889748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114130843134889748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/03/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114098897658221128</id><published>2006-02-26T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:24:34.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years, 1 Inch</title><content type='html'>It's finally happened. I knew it would. Her parents are nice and tall; mine, well, aren't. But still, imagine my dismay when my dearest Katrina comes bounding up to me with her crazy energy and excitedly shows how she is finally taller than me. *sigh* It's ok, though. I got to spend the entire time teasing her and her "boyfriend". Hehe, it's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, the point still is that the girl is 11. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; She is not supposed to be taller than me! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, Katrina. I just don't like you quite as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/933/1449/1600/IMG_1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/933/1449/320/IMG_1703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was taken two weeks ago, when I could still say we were the same height).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next? I guess now my own brothers will be surpassing me soon! Hmph. Anyone got growth pills or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani, 4'11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114098897658221128?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114098897658221128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114098897658221128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114098897658221128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114098897658221128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-years-1-inch.html' title='3 Years, 1 Inch'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114091795359164336</id><published>2006-02-25T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:39:13.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"You've only got 100 years to live"</title><content type='html'>It's been a long day already. I woke up at 8:30, after getting a LOT of sleep yesterday. And then I watched Guess Who and Man of the House, did my chores, and then fell back asleep, but not for long. And now I'm here doing nothing. It's just been a long, lazy day. Dunno why, but I've been absolutely exhausted lately. Bleck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been really happy the last few days, but today has just been uneventful. Not good. Not bad. Nothing to write about, which is what I'm struggling to do right now. So that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114091795359164336?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114091795359164336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114091795359164336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114091795359164336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114091795359164336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/youve-only-got-100-years-to-live.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ve only got 100 years to live&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114065403743963020</id><published>2006-02-22T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:21:57.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you've had a good day if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you get home and have 4 emails waiting for you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you called your friend's mom to try to get her to let her daughter go to Wendy's with you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You went to Wendy's with *counts* 6 friends. I think 6. Maybe 7. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You spent ALL of seventh period laughing your BUTT off because you are imagining your friend Martha getting eaten by a bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then you laugh some more because you realize that this can be compared to natural selection, which you are learning about &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then you laugh even more because you are confessing that you pour coffee incorrectly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then you don't even know what you're laughing about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You make a 95 on a quiz in your hardest class. Go that being my first grade in that class! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You imagine your teacher getting eaten by a bear &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You did your speech, and therefore your parents are not receiving a call from Mrs. Williams right now &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were told that you were loved by many friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You propose to your friend, who rejects, but does so in the kindest way &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get more hugs than you can count &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You realize that a) you are love b) you are special and c) life is good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114065403743963020?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114065403743963020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114065403743963020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114065403743963020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114065403743963020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-youve-had-good-day-if.html' title='You know you&apos;ve had a good day if...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114038897963600799</id><published>2006-02-19T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:42:59.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'all all probably hate me so much for these by now...but they're so addicting!</title><content type='html'>10 firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: I dunno, honestly. Shelley, maybe, or Brittani. Or Michael. I can't remember what order they came in.&lt;br /&gt;First Screenname: &lt;a href="mailto:dkwriteaway@charter.net"&gt;dkwriteaway@charter.net&lt;/a&gt; was my first email, lol. Can't remember my frist AIM.&lt;br /&gt;First Pet dog's name: Shadow.&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: Ears, but the first ones grew back. So I've had three piercings all together.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: Geez, I probably had a crush when I was like, 2. How am I supposed to remember??&lt;br /&gt;First CD: Haha, probably The Backctreet Boys or something great like that&lt;br /&gt;First School: Pre-school? Can't remember it's name. I went to Benbrook Elementary&lt;br /&gt;First Love: Arooey. :-D&lt;br /&gt;First Friend on MySpace: Uh, yah.&lt;br /&gt;9 Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Smoked: gosh, let me recall&lt;br /&gt;Last Food You Ate: I think I had cereal today...&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: Wow, probably Thursday when I went to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie You Watched: I saw the last bit of Sliding Doors on TV&lt;br /&gt;Last Person you Called: Paul, probably.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD You listened to: Not sure, I've had a ton of CDs playing today&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble Bath You took: I was probably like, 9.&lt;br /&gt;Last Song: Last one I remember hearing was Leave's Like Eves. Interesting song.&lt;br /&gt;8 Have You Evers&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated a Best Friend: Heheh, yepp. I guess I am right now, too.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Hehe, no, but that brings back some nice memories hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on TV: Probably. They say we've all been on TV at one point or another&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone and Regretted It: nope :-D&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Cheated on Your bf/gf: nope :-D&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been on a Blind Date: nope&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been out of the Country: yepp, Canada and Ireland and Lond, England&lt;br /&gt;7 Things You are Wearing:&lt;br /&gt;1. purple student council shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. dirty jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. earrings&lt;br /&gt;4. um...underwear&lt;br /&gt;5. um....a bra&lt;br /&gt;6. dangit I'm running out of things!&lt;br /&gt;7. seriously, am I supposed to wear 7 things at once?&lt;br /&gt;6 Things You've Done Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. cleaned my room&lt;br /&gt;2. sorted laundy&lt;br /&gt;3. coughed like heck&lt;br /&gt;4. wished I were back asleep&lt;br /&gt;5. got on line&lt;br /&gt;6. did this quiz&lt;br /&gt;5 Favorite Things:&lt;br /&gt;1. friends&lt;br /&gt;2. family&lt;br /&gt;3. music&lt;br /&gt;4. reading&lt;br /&gt;5. good conversations&lt;br /&gt;4 People You Most Trust&lt;br /&gt;1. anyone from my family&lt;br /&gt;2. Michael&lt;br /&gt;3. Paul&lt;br /&gt;4. some of ma girls at school&lt;br /&gt;3 Choices:&lt;br /&gt;1. Vanilla or Chocolate: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2. Hugs or Kisses: hugs&lt;br /&gt;3. Pens or Pencils: pens&lt;br /&gt;2 Things You Want to do Before You Die:&lt;br /&gt;1. get a trillion points (haha, ok, maybe not really, but that'd be cool)&lt;br /&gt;2. feel like I've accomplished something good for this world&lt;br /&gt;1 Person You Want to see:&lt;br /&gt;1. Again, I'm putting Sooner, even though it's not a person. But if you've been to Sooner, I don't even have to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since today is boring and has so far only consisted of laundry and nothing-ness, I did this for my own entertainment. Hmph. Mmhmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114038897963600799?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114038897963600799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114038897963600799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114038897963600799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114038897963600799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/yall-all-probably-hate-me-so-much-for.html' title='Y&apos;all all probably hate me so much for these by now...but they&apos;re so addicting!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114030528874259565</id><published>2006-02-18T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:28:08.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I've already gotten in an argument over the post...</title><content type='html'>1. FIRST NAME? Danielle, but I go by Dani&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No, but my Aunt Bobbie is the one who suggested my name. My parents wanted to name me Kristen Kathleen, but then my initials would've been KKK....you can imagine that wouldn't be so great.&lt;br /&gt;3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Like, an hour ago when I got into an argument with my mom. When did I last cry for more than a few seconds? Probably recently, but I honestly can't remember. I've been crying too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? It's ok when I'm not rushing it.&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? Ham&lt;br /&gt;6. KIDS? nada&lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? probably. At times I annoy even myself, though, lol. But I guess I'm fairly easy to be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Used to. Don't keep up anymore. I write in here or my xanga fairly often, though.&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Pretty often, lol. :-D And apparently I'm getting better.&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still have your tonsils? yah&lt;br /&gt;11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Probably not. I'm still pretty dang afraid of heights&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite cereal? Actually, that healthy crap like Special K and stuff with the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Nope&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Sometimes my own strength amazes me, other times I feel like the weakest person on the planet. In every sense of the word: physical, emotional, spiritual, etc.&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM Flavor: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;16. SHOE SIZE? 7&lt;br /&gt;17. RED OR PINK? Red, I guess&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I dunno. There's not one thing I can just pinpoint, I guess. Cuz every one of my qualities is two-sided; it can be good and bad. I guess my negativity when I'm down can be really wearing. Like right now.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO-x-ed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; WHERE DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Sooner. And anyone from Sooner.&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? not sending it to anyone&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES YOU ARE WEARING? blue jeans and white socks&lt;br /&gt;22. LAST THING YOU ATE? I had a cup of hot chocolate a minute ago. I don't think I've eaten today. I really don't have much of an appetite, and haven't for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? some movie in the background&lt;br /&gt;24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? &lt;span style="color:dodgerblue;"&gt;this color of blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your FAVORITE SMELL? I don't know. I don't have a very good sense of smell.&lt;br /&gt;26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Michael, but only for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Their smile or their laugh. Just if they generally look like they're enjoying being alive. That's the most attractive thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Stole this from my mom's blog. I guess she's ok ;)&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite drink? Wow, that's really hard. That hot chocolate was pretty good. I really like Dr. Pepper, though&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE SPORT? Wow, so many. Soccer, basketball, football, hockey, anything with any sort of contact. Can't STAND baseball or tennis or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;31. HAIR COLOR? I can FINALLY say with confidence that my hair is RED&lt;br /&gt;32. EYE COLOR? Blue&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yah, but not colored contacts&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE FOOD? Lots. Can't pinpoint one thing. But I love love love love pasta. Almost any kind. And steak and potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? happy endings, definitely. Scary movies are....scary.&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? In theatres, Glory Road&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? black with a white longsleeved shirt underneath&lt;br /&gt;38. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer&lt;br /&gt;.39. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs, cuz I can give them to a whole bunch more people.&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE DESSERT? dunno&lt;br /&gt;41. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ?&lt;br /&gt;42. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? ?&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Trying to read The Silmarillion&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSEPAD? Folio&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? Olympics and Friends&lt;br /&gt;46. FAVORITE SOUNDS? Almsot any music, laughter, someone calling my name, the words "I love you", the silence that you can hear when you're in nature and there's no distractions around&lt;br /&gt;47. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? Honestly, (and sadly) I don't care much for either. Haven't listened to much of either, though.&lt;br /&gt;48. THE FURTHEST YOU BEEN FROM HOME? Ireland&lt;br /&gt;49. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Probably, but nothing really comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;50. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? July 23, 1991, at some hospital probably nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114030528874259565?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114030528874259565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114030528874259565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114030528874259565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114030528874259565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/cuz-ive-already-gotten-in-argument.html' title='Cuz I&apos;ve already gotten in an argument over the post...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-114022711599535690</id><published>2006-02-17T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:45:16.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough*</title><content type='html'>By somewhat popular demand, I'm back to actually writing in here. In case you didn't already know, I've got the flu and a respiratory infection, but I'm already on the mend, and mostly I'm just sore and utterly exhausted. I've also got a lot of my mind, but that's a whole 'nother story. So I've already missed three days of school this six weeks, which means if I miss any more I'll have to take finals at the end of the semester :'(. Hopefully not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul came over on Wednesday and that was so awesome, seeing as how I only get to see him once a month. His girlfriend Amanda got into a really bad car accident about two weeks ago. Please pray for her, and if you want more details go &lt;a href="http://reddragon5002.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So getting to talk to him and help him get some of the stress off his shoulders was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, Chris decided he's going to start talking to me again. A few people have already advised me to be careful, and believe me, I'm being very cautious. But at the same time, I've promised him that I'll always be here if he needs me, and I'm going to hold true to that promise as long as I can. He's got so much going on, and I'm more than glad to listen to him and be there for him as long as he needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have to go on to regionals for science fair. And please, DON'T congratulate me. It's horrible. It's terrible. It's already caused me about an hour or so more of work on this dumb project. But it gets out of school for a day on March 7. *shrugs* Fair trade-off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so in a few paragraphs that's my life up to now. I'm unbelievably sore, which is probably partially due to the cold, but also because I've been sleeping on my back with my head propped up by two pillows, which probably isn't the best position for my back. Oh wells. Ok, well for those of you who read this, I hope you're happy. I promise I will write in here more often from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-114022711599535690?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/114022711599535690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=114022711599535690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114022711599535690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/114022711599535690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/cough.html' title='*cough*'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113968714970023865</id><published>2006-02-11T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:45:52.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #bfe9ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.Most things in your life are organized and planned well.But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor 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/15596421-113968714970023865?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113968714970023865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113968714970023865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113968714970023865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113968714970023865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-five-factor-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113883886028852740</id><published>2006-02-01T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:07:47.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, but this is just gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dabb99" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Iced Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/iced-coffee.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your best, you are: hyper, modern, and athletic&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're out with friends&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be iced coffee. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll write something interesting in here someday. But not right now. I know you're wondering when. And I totally stole that from a song, sort of. Ok yes, that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113883886028852740?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113883886028852740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113883886028852740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113883886028852740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113883886028852740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-sorry-but-this-is-just-gross.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113832446345542924</id><published>2006-01-26T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:17:47.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I seriously must have nothing to write about....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatjohncusackmovieareyouquiz/say-anything.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Say Anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; John Cusack movie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^LOVE that movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 80s Heartthrob Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/john-stamos.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John Stamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your 80's Heartthrob?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^hey, I can live with that, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffe4e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff1ef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^there were 3 options: girly, half-way girly, and not girly. Not a good quiz, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Reputation Is: Mystery Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/mystery-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the girl that everyone is trying to figure out.Men are attracted to your intriguing persona - and women want to copy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Sign Is Aries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/aries.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DaringFriendlyEnergeticRisk TakingDynamic DaredevilAlways on an AdventureWithout a Care in the WorldQuick-Witted and Quick-Tempered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/"&gt;What's" Your True Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Midtown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/midtown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You love so many things, you don't fit into any one label.Your city girl persona goes to a fancy restaurant one night and a dive bar the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Uptown or Downtown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element is Earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/earth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your power color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: balancing&lt;br /&gt;Your season: changing of seasons&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you are a rock to your friends.You are skilled at working out even the most difficult problems.Low key and calm, you are happiest when you are around loved ones.Ambitious and goal oriented, you have long term plans to be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^heck, pretty true!&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/15596421-113832446345542924?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113832446345542924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113832446345542924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113832446345542924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113832446345542924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-i-seriously-must-have-nothing-to.html' title='Man, I seriously must have nothing to write about....'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113824400858971967</id><published>2006-01-25T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:53:28.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz! No, please, NOT ANOTHER ONE!</title><content type='html'>What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see.....ten years ago, I was...hmm, yes, I was 4. Let me recall. Oh yah, I think I was enjoying the simple life- Lion King computer games, plenty of stuffed animals to entertain myself with, just taking the easy route in my year before school, ya know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing one year ago?&lt;br /&gt;A year ago....I was homeschooling myself, attempting to memorize the book of Luke, starting the spring soccer season and about to start to going to the after school program at Fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks you enjoy:*&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream! Mm, especially the odd flavors.&lt;br /&gt;Cheez-Its&lt;br /&gt;PB&amp;J sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Cereal (yes! it is a snack!)&lt;br /&gt;and deviled eggs, or however you spell it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs, to which you KNOW all the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so many. I'm gonna hafta steal this one from my mom and say Running Just to Catch Myself by Mark Schultz. Anyone who doesn't know that song hasn't lived, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Every song on Relient K's Mmhmm CD&lt;br /&gt;Every song on Switchfoot's The Beautiful Letdown CD (that's way more than 5, but I'm gonna keep going)&lt;br /&gt;Every song on the last two CDs I burned, save one or two&lt;br /&gt;Every song on my Top 25 on iTunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you would do, if you were a millionaire:&lt;br /&gt;I'd pay my way through college, and fund a few of my friends who I though deserved it&lt;br /&gt;Donate a lot to Fortress&lt;br /&gt;Invest a ton of it for later&lt;br /&gt;Buy myself a good car&lt;br /&gt;Go on a shopping spree with me, the Britsta and a few other friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;biting my nails and calluses&lt;br /&gt;replying "OK" to everything my parents say (see, I can admit it!)&lt;br /&gt;calling people and then not talking, lol&lt;br /&gt;hitting my brothers (gently, of course) upside the head when I pass them&lt;br /&gt;getting on the internet several times a day and not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;br /&gt;Writing&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;Talking&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Playing my guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you would never wear, buy, or get new again:&lt;br /&gt;Can't really think of any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favorite toys:&lt;br /&gt;The computer!&lt;br /&gt;My mp3 player and CD player and radio. Anything that plays music&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone, even though I haven't had it for long&lt;br /&gt;my guitar&lt;br /&gt;the boys' plastic swords that we play fight with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing one year from now?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a sophomore, probably sitting at the computer doing random stuff. Hopefully I'll have stuck with soccer and guitar, and I'll still be happy and enjoying life like I am right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing ten years from now?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 24....out of college, in my job hopefully as a teacher at my old elementary school or some other school here in Fort Worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113824400858971967?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113824400858971967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113824400858971967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113824400858971967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113824400858971967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-quiz-no-please-not-another-one.html' title='Another quiz! No, please, NOT ANOTHER ONE!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113807264123047399</id><published>2006-01-23T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:17:21.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my half birthday!</title><content type='html'>I don't think this day could have gotten much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were good, and I had fun hanging out with friends and stuff after the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza was excellent, and I even made some profit off of some random kids who wanted to buy our last few slices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was pretty good, even though I really didn't get to talk to anyone. At least the people I REALLY wanted to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've had a huge weight lifted off my chest. I feel like I can breathe again. And that is one GOOD feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTES OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after Mrs. Williams asked what job would least fit us*&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'd be a bad anger management counselor. Cuz I'd probably get mad at my patients and end up getting in fights with them and stuff. And I also wouldn't like to push carts from the parking lot at Walmart." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"(It's the red hair. It makes her get angry)" -Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;"I have red hair?? Really? Yay! I've been trying to figure out what color it is forever!" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have elf ears!" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"No I don't! My ears are normal! Look, you have elf ears, too!" -Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;"No I don't. And it's not something to get offended about. You can be a happy dancing elf!" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...." -Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dani's a pizza pimp!" - Marissa&lt;br /&gt;"You should go lean against the tree and say 'Hey you, kid. I got pepperoni. I got cheese. I got sausage'" -someone who I can't remember the name of&lt;br /&gt;*does imitation of a gangsta*&lt;br /&gt;"So now you're a Hugs Not Drugs gangsta, a Christian rapper gagnsta, and a pizza pimp. You need to learn how to walk like a pimp!" -Laura&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh! Ooh! I should! Can anyone teach me?!" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like big pizzas and I cannot lie, you know you just can't deny that when the pizza boy comes up to your door, everybody hits the floor...." -Martha and me trying to rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It was a good day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- The whole Walmart thing was indeed meant to offend you, Paul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113807264123047399?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113807264123047399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113807264123047399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113807264123047399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113807264123047399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-my-half-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my half birthday!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113787748281915023</id><published>2006-01-21T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:04:42.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape</title><content type='html'>Mmhmm by Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The One I'm Waiting For- I love this songmostly for the chorus. "Fall back on your premonitions and just learn to listen to those that have more wisdom than you....live your life for those that you love." I think we could all do good to live by that line a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be My Escape- This is the song that originally made me like Relient K. It's just so well-written...it's like something I wish I had written. And it's a really good song. "Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I've been inside that house; all the while you hold the key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. High of 75- Now I just love this entire song. It really sums up how I've felt most of this week. So I'll just put some of the lyrics. "We were talking together. I said, "What's up with this weather?" Don't know whether or not how sad I just got is on my own voiliton or if I'm just missing the sun....Because on and off the clouds have fought for control over the sky. And lately the weather has been so bipolar and consequently so have I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I So Hate Consequences- This is a really good song. It's how I feel a lot about when I screw up and stuff. "And I so hate consequences - running from you is what my best defenses. Oh, consequences. God, don't make me face up to this. Cuz I know that I let you down and I don't want to deal with that." And my favorite line from this whole CD is on here: "And my sins, they watched me leave and in my heart I so believe the love you felt for me was mine-  the love I'd wished for all this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Only Thing Worse Than Beating a Dead Horse Is Betting on One- Yes, interesting title. I like this song. It makes me laugh at the beginning cuz I can hardly tell what they're saying. But it's got some really good and truthful lines in it. Like, "Opinions are immunity to being told you're wrong; paper, rock and scissors all have there pros and cons. And all of us, we will endure, just like we always have. But you just can't be sure how long this will last. Cuz we control the chaos. In the back of our minds, our problems seem so small. But they grow on us like gravity. And gravity still makes us fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My Girl's Ex-Boyfriend - Now, this is an interesting take on a love song. It's like the guy is thanking his girlfriend's ex-boyfriend for being an idiot and leaving her, cuz now he is with her. "When he was seeing her, you could see he had his doubts. But now he's missing her cuz he knows he' missing out....He's the guy that you should feel sorry for. He had the world, but he thought that he wanted more. I owe it all to the mistake he made back then. I owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. More Than Useless - I like this song, but it's one of the more cliche songs on this CD. Definitely not one of my favorites, but still good. "And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all. And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all. But then you assure me I'm a little more than useless and when I think that I can't do this, You promise me that I'll get through this and do something right, do something right for once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which to Bury, Us or the Hatchet - It's hard to pick a favorite song on this CD, cuz it changes with my mood. When I'm upset or angry, this is it. I think parts of it really describe how I am when I'm angry. Or how I wish I could be, cuz I have problems letting it show. So I'm just gonna post all the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you know what I'm getting at. I find it so upsetting that the memories that you select; you keep the bad but the good you just forget. And even though I'm angry I can still say I know my heart will break the day when you peel out and drive away. I can't believe this happened. And all this time I never thought that all we had would be all for not. No, I don't hate you. Don't want to fight you. Know I'll always love you but right now I just don't like you. No, I don't hate you. Don't want to fight you. Know I'll always love you but right now I just don't like you 'cause you took this too far. Make your decision and don't you dare think twice. Go with your instincts along with some bad advice. This didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all. You blame me but some of this is still your fault. I tried to move you, but you just wouldn't budge. I tried to hold your hand but you'd rather hold your grudge. I think you know what I'm getting at. You said goodbye and I just don't want you regretting that. And wisdom always chooses these black eyes and these bruises over the heartache that they say never completely goes away. I just can't believe this happened and one day we'll see this come around.What happened to us? I heard that it's me we should blame. What happened to us? Why didn't you stop me from turning out this way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Let It All Out- Again, like 7, it's not one of my faves, but still good. I love this line, though: "I'll let it be known at times I have shown signs of all my weakness. But somewhere in me there is strength. And you promise me that you belive in time I will defeat this. Cuz somewhere in me there is strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who I Am Hates Who I've Been- Forget it. This is my favorite song. I *mucho heart* it. It's just me. Inside and out. Around and under and over and everywhere. They should rename it The Dani Song. I'll post my favorite parts. "I heard the reverberating footsteps sinking up to the beating of my heart, and I was positive that unless I got myself together, I would watch me fall apart. And I can’t let that happen again ‘cause then you’ll see my heart in the saddest state it’s ever been. This is no place to try and live my life. Stop right there; that's exactly where I lost it. See that line? I never should've crossed it. Stop right there. Well, I never should've said that. It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back. I'm sorry for the person I became. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change. I'm ready to try never to become that way again. Cuz who I am hates who I've been. Who I am hates who I've been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Maintain Consciousness- This is just a funny song, and it is so me. Lol, here's some lyrics. "Our concentration, it contains a deadly flaw. Our conversatioms change from words to blah blah blah. We took prescription drugs, but look how much good that did! I think I had a point but I just got distracted. Cuz lately it has seemed to me like we've got the letters ADD branded into our mentality....we simply cannot focus on anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. This Week the Trend- A good and sadly true song. Talks about how we have the power to go beyond what "this week the trend" is, but we just don't. "And this week the trend was to not wake up till 3pm. I picked the few conscious hours that I chose to spend and slept away the rest of them. And this week the trend was to crash and burn and then return again to practice the life that I pretend provides enough to get me through the weekend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Life After Death and Taxes - I really like this song. It's just about...well, life after death (and taxes). How this isn't all there is. And that's a good reminder. "Just keep driving- leave this defeat miles behind me so far back I'd have to rack my mind just to remind me. I keep trying to pick myself back up and then move on and think about the life I'll have when this fragile one is gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When I Go Down- Again, good song, not my favorite. But, like the other songs I didn't like as much, there's a few really good lines that really just explain me. "I'll tell you flat out it hurts so much to think of this, so from my thoughts I will exclude this very thing that I hate more than everything is the way I'm powerless to dictate my own moods. I've thrown away so many things that could've been much more and I just pray my problems go away if they're ignored. But that's not the way it works, no that's not the way it works."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is my favorite CD and my favorite lyrics from that CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113787748281915023?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113787748281915023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113787748281915023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113787748281915023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113787748281915023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-im-begging-you-im-begging-you-im.html' title='And I&apos;m begging you, I&apos;m begging you, I&apos;m begging you to be my escape'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113764369769825143</id><published>2006-01-18T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:08:17.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is fair, o, life is good?</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like saying much tonight. It doesn't feel like a lot is going right. So, please pray for everything if you pray, and if you don't then please just...I dunno, wish the best for all this crap that is going on right now. It just seems that it keeps piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the words don't come easy tonight&lt;br /&gt;As I come to you in need of Your light&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wondering if there's any way to avoid the hurt of life&lt;br /&gt;The rain pours down my window&lt;br /&gt;Why I ran from You, I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;Right now all I need is to hear the words that fill my soul with hope&lt;br /&gt;God won't You tell me that&lt;br /&gt;Life is fair, o, life is good&lt;br /&gt;And love can last forever&lt;br /&gt;Hope will triumph over all that is bad&lt;br /&gt;And this pain that I feel can be a thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;O, I hope these things are true&lt;br /&gt;So I sit and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;As my heart begins to thunder&lt;br /&gt;Can there ever truly be peace in this world?&lt;br /&gt;I hold my head back and sigh&lt;br /&gt;Watch the tears fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I pray for the grace that will restore my soul&lt;br /&gt;O Lord please tell me that&lt;br /&gt;Life is fair, o, life is good&lt;br /&gt;And love can last forever&lt;br /&gt;Hope will triumph over all that is bad&lt;br /&gt;And the pain that I feel can be a thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;O, I pray these things are true&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow I find&lt;br /&gt;That these things have not changed&lt;br /&gt;There's still evil to be fought&lt;br /&gt;And the hurt still remains&lt;br /&gt;Well I will get on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And again I will pray&lt;br /&gt;That life is fair, o, life is good&lt;br /&gt;And love can last forever&lt;br /&gt;Hope will triumph over all that is bad&lt;br /&gt;And this pain that I feel can be a thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;O, I hope these things are true&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I pray these things are true&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I know these things are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how music speaks to you in different ways depending on where you are. Even when you are the one who wrote it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113764369769825143?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113764369769825143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113764369769825143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113764369769825143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113764369769825143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-fair-o-life-is-good.html' title='Life is fair, o, life is good?'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113743025201045328</id><published>2006-01-16T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:50:52.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again!</title><content type='html'>Well, since a few people insist they read this, I suppose I'll have to put another quiz thingy. Aren't I a dork? Maybe this'll get me back into writing in here more. This was obviously not meant for 14 year olds, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs you’ve had in your life: student, babysitter, um....entertainer (it's a nonprofit thing :-p) and....um, a student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies you could watch over and over: Monty Python and the Holy Grail (duh!), any of the Lord of the Rings, The Little Rascals (considering it's been playing almost non-stop and I still love it), and The Three Amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you’ve lived: my grandparents' house (can't remember the town) from birth-2, Lake Worth from 2-4, Benbrook twice from 5-12, and then currently in actual Fort Worth 12-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch: Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and 24 (watched them both last night). And I love the Dateline specials and, um, Friends. I'm not really big on TV, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you’ve been on vacation: the Northeast when I was 9, California when I was 7, Ireland last summer, and The Great American Road Trip! when I was almost 11.&lt;br /&gt;Four websites you visit daily: my friends' xangas and blogs, my email, MSMB, and this google game that I'm addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your favorite foods: potatoes, corn, steak, and peaunt butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you’d rather be: Sooner, Sooner Reunion, any place with people from Sooner, and on my way to going to any place with people from Sooner. And no, I'm not obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four CDs you can’t live without: Hmm. I could live without them, but I'd be pretty miserable. I don't own a lot of CDs...most of my music is on iTunes. But there are two CDs I've burned recently with a bunch of awesome songs that I don't think I could live happily without and then there's Mmhmm by Relient K that I got for Christmas. And I love every Green Day and Lifehouse song I own, so those, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four magazines you read: on occasion I read People, Elle, Teen People and anything my mom happens to have lying around. But I am not a big magazine person. Not good for the self-esteem, supposedly. Cuz goodness knows I want to look like all the sluts in those magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four cars [your parents have] owned: The Van, 2004 Toyota Corolla, Mazda 626 and that ugly red thing that sat in the garage for a few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113743025201045328?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113743025201045328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113743025201045328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113743025201045328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113743025201045328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-again.html' title='Not again!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113737089515543584</id><published>2006-01-15T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:21:35.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmhmm</title><content type='html'>Since I don't think anyone really reads this anymore, I'm gonna do this for the heck of it. Stolen from Veronica, mom's friend, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My uncle once: lived with us and gave me the nickname Miss Pretty. He still calls me that sometimes, lol.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life: have I loved a single group of people as much as I love the people at Sooner. I even love the people I don't like. It's just like that.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was five: I was cute :-p&lt;br /&gt;4. High School was: good for the first semester, and hopefully it will get even better.&lt;br /&gt;5. My parents are: short, unfortunately for me.&lt;br /&gt;6. I once met: Jeremy Camp before I knew who he was. Now I love his music. Some of the best Christian stuff out there. Wish I'd known his music when I went to his concert.&lt;br /&gt;7. There's this girl I know who: is basically making my life hell right now.&lt;br /&gt;8. Once, at a bar: I didn't drink anything alcoholic. I don't know if I've been in a real bar. I've been to an Irish pub, though.&lt;br /&gt;9. Last night: was one of the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;10. Next time I go to church: I hopefully won't have too many arm spasms *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;11. When I turn my head left, I see: the printer.&lt;br /&gt;12. When I turn my head right, I see: the door to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;13. How many days until my birthday?: 6 months in 5 days&lt;br /&gt;14. If I was a character written by Shakespeare I'd be: Juliet? I'm not very familiar with his work.&lt;br /&gt;15. By this time next year: I will hopefully be a better, stronger person. And I will be coming home from my second Sooner Reunion :-p&lt;br /&gt;16. A better name for me would be: Dani Larissa. Not Danielle. Dani.&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a hard time understanding: rap music.&lt;br /&gt;18. If I ever go back to school I: will have to turn in some stuff for science fair. Maybe I should just skip. ;)&lt;br /&gt;19. You know I like you if: I can look at you without being embarrassed if you catch me. Actually, that would more mean I'm just comfortable around you.&lt;br /&gt;20. If I won an award, the first person I'd thank would be: whoever had most helped to the point that I had gotten that award.&lt;br /&gt;21. Take my advice: Life isn't fair, but sometimes that's ok. Maybe that's not advice, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;22. My ideal breakfast is: cereal.&lt;br /&gt;23. If you visit my hometown: you'd realize how much better than Dallas it is.&lt;br /&gt;24. Why won't someone: go make me a drink! I'm thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;25. If you spend the night at my house: you'd see how weird I'm get when I'm up late.&lt;br /&gt;26. I'd stop my wedding: if I knew it was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;27. The world could do without: complexity. "Like Sooner"&lt;br /&gt;28. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: have anyone die. Honestly, the only I would do that might be if I were saving someone's life. But God frobid I ever have to save someone's life, much less like that!&lt;br /&gt;29. Paper clips are more useful than: those weird little clasps.&lt;br /&gt;30. If I do anything well, it is: love hard. I love people hard.&lt;br /&gt;31. And by the way: my foot's asleep for the umpteenth time today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113737089515543584?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113737089515543584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113737089515543584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113737089515543584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113737089515543584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/mmhmm.html' title='Mmhmm'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113635189368827955</id><published>2006-01-03T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:18:13.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ</title><content type='html'>[A is for age:] - 14&lt;br /&gt;[B is for booze of choice:] - Ooh, let me think about that, especially since I just posted about my under-ageness...&lt;br /&gt;[C is for career:] - I like to think of myself as an entertainer for my friends, but in all honesty I'm just a student.&lt;br /&gt;[D is for your dad's name:] - Darren&lt;br /&gt;[E is for essential items to bring to a party:] - Myself&lt;br /&gt;[F is for favorite song at the moment:] - Hard! Um, I'd say it's still "Collide" by Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;[G is for favorite game:] - Guess the Google :-p for on line games, um Poker for card games, and Apples to Apples for board game&lt;br /&gt;[H is for hometown:] - Fort Worth, I guess....or Benbrook. I'm not sure. Definie "hometown" cuz I live in Benbrook for the majority of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[I is for instruments you play:] - Guitar&lt;br /&gt;[J is for jam or jelly you like:] - Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;[K is for kids?] - my baby Ashlie kitty&lt;br /&gt;[L is for living arrangements:] - with my family for a whopping 3 1/2 more years&lt;br /&gt;[M is for mum's name:] - Stacy&lt;br /&gt;[N is for name of your crush ] - Um....Sean Astin :-p&lt;br /&gt;[O is for overnight hospital stays] - when I was born I guess&lt;br /&gt;[P is for phobias:] - Dunno if any of them are real....I'll hafta look up the real names. *googles* Nyctophobia- fear of night or dark (closest one to nightmares), Philophobia (fear of falling in love, lol. ;)) Athazagoraphobia (being ignored), Athazagoraphobia (being forgotten). Lol, I probably don't have any REAL phobias (the kind that need to be treated), but those are the things I fear.&lt;br /&gt;[R is for relationship that lasted the longest] - Haven't been in a real relationship yet.&lt;br /&gt;[S is for sexual preference:] - Um....I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;[T is for time you wake up:] - 6:30-7 on school days.&lt;br /&gt;[U is for underwear:] - uh....whatever I got for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;[V is for vegetable you love:] - potatoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;[W is for weekend plans:] - LOTR CONVENTION!!!! WOOHOOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[X is for x-rays you've had:] - Nada&lt;br /&gt;[Y is for yummy food you make:] - Ooh, I made brocolli and chicken, and packaged noodles last night! It was uber yummy!&lt;br /&gt;[Z is for zodiac sign:] - Leo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113635189368827955?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113635189368827955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113635189368827955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113635189368827955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113635189368827955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title='ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113614120099956475</id><published>2006-01-01T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:46:41.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t, it's 2006</title><content type='html'>So, this is my 100th post. Yippee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a new title on a few days ago...it's called High of 75 by Relint K on my new CD. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life is pretty good. It's officially 2006....that just feels so weird. I just remember a few years ago this day felt like a dream that would never come....and now it's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, suprisingly I don't have much to say but I figured I kind of owed it to y'all to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont fall away and leave me to myself. Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hand, in my hands again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113614120099956475?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113614120099956475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113614120099956475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113614120099956475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113614120099956475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2006/01/w00t-its-2006.html' title='w00t, it&apos;s 2006'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113570911938680439</id><published>2005-12-27T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:45:19.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falalalalalalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I GOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lessons (starting on January 14)&lt;br /&gt;a Daddy-Daughter Date to Autin for a "Hobbit Feast" (7 meals, The 3 movies, 12 hours of pure LOTR)&lt;br /&gt;a book on writing (which is uber cool)&lt;br /&gt;a new Bible with my name on it...always wanted that&lt;br /&gt;2 new books to add to my now collection&lt;br /&gt;a Relient K CD, which is already one of my faves&lt;br /&gt;my SHIRT with a penguin on it&lt;br /&gt;an mp3 player and an iTunes gift card from my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;new brown and pink Converse hightops&lt;br /&gt;one of those purses...in brown. Can't remember what they're called but I've wanted one for a while&lt;br /&gt;a purse made to look like a Texas liscense plate (uber cool)&lt;br /&gt;my CD player&lt;br /&gt;a ton of earrings!&lt;br /&gt;Grr, I know I've probably forgotten some....and I'm gonna feel horrible when someone reminds me of something. So, I AM GRATEFUL for all my gifts and I haven't really forgotten any of them, but it's kinda hard when you're making a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I GAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 $5 gift cards to Target- Aidan and Ian&lt;br /&gt;2 bike helmets- Aidan and Ian&lt;br /&gt;a Bible cover- Dad&lt;br /&gt;Mary Engelbreit calendar- Momteach yourself guitar stuff and my old guitar -Michael&lt;br /&gt;Texas shirt, Bible, and Bible study book- Brittani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, not very much in comparison, huh? Oh well, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;! 'Tis the season of love, not receiving I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113570911938680439?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113570911938680439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113570911938680439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113570911938680439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113570911938680439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/falalalalalalalala.html' title='Falalalalalalalala'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113531764245647899</id><published>2005-12-22T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:00:42.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love my Mom</title><content type='html'>Let me count the ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes she'll buy me random gifts just because&lt;br /&gt;2. She records my childhood memories in scrapbooks for me to enjoy when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;3. She is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;4. She works hard.&lt;br /&gt;5. She is loving.&lt;br /&gt;6. She shares her Burts Bees lip balm with me even though I make a mess of it&lt;br /&gt;7. Even when she doesn't want to, she makes sacrifices for her family&lt;br /&gt;8. She is a God-loving person and is so faithful.&lt;br /&gt;9. She likes to fly by the seat of her pants.&lt;br /&gt;10. She's honest.&lt;br /&gt;11. She's a great writer and I love to read her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;12. She makes me feel appreciated (most of the time ;))&lt;br /&gt;13. She's creative, which always makes life just a little more fun.&lt;br /&gt;14. She's a very smart person and can do so many things.&lt;br /&gt;15. She's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;16. She thinks I'm beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;17. She loves my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;18. She's not always fair, but she tries to be.&lt;br /&gt;19. She is a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;20. She's real.&lt;br /&gt;21. She's random :-p&lt;br /&gt;22. She likes to make the best of the little things.&lt;br /&gt;23. She argues back (that doesn't really make a whole lot of sense, but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;24. She makes me work so I won't be one of those lazy Americans who don't know how to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;25. She's my Mom and no one else could do her job better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could come up with plenty more, but she wants me to go do laundry. Even when she's yelling at me to stop arguing, she's still my mom and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow (actually Monday, cuz we're leaving tomorrow and won't be home for a while),&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113531764245647899?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113531764245647899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113531764245647899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113531764245647899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113531764245647899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-i-love-my-mom.html' title='Why I love my Mom'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113513605050876255</id><published>2005-12-20T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:34:10.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well, that doesn't make much sense to me. But then again, you are very small."</title><content type='html'>Whoo, so it's been a few days since I've posted....quite a few things to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Brianna and Brittani on Saturday, and they're staying here until Friday when we're all going up to OK for Christmas until Monday....so I get a full ten days with them....crazy fun! So far we've been having a good time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we all went to go look at Christmas lights, so that was uber fun. Yes, I do love this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a second piercing in my ears, and it's uber cool....yes'm! I'm very happy. Then we went to Chinese food, which was cool cuz I haven't had Chinese food in a very long time. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I beat Brittani SO bad at LOTR trvivia, so now she is on a mission to watch all three movies...they're almost done with the second one and they'll probably watch the third one tomorrow. I'm not really watching them, but they've been playing in the background and I've been tuning in on the parts where I missed a question. We also played Uno (I won) and Monopoly (we didn't finish, but I probably would've won :-p). Can you tell I'm a poor loser? Lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, besides going to mall and eating Chinese, my mom took me and my brothers to see Ms. Thelma, the lady who used to wash my hair at the hair salon my mom went to. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other than that, life has been normal. 5 days til Christmas. I hate getting older, cuz I remember when it seemed Christmas would never come and now here it is sneaking up on me. Ack! Good thing I'm done shopping... anyways, I think I'm gonna keep this title til after Christmas, since it's Christmas-y. I dunno what I'll do after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all I've got to say tonight. Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113513605050876255?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113513605050876255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113513605050876255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113513605050876255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113513605050876255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-that-doesnt-make-much-sense-to-me.html' title='&quot;Well, that doesn&apos;t make much sense to me. But then again, you are very small.&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113479196417745372</id><published>2005-12-16T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:59:24.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah...</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to change the title. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani and Bri. My place. Tomorrow. 8 hour drive. Heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking a lot lately. An hour last night with Mike, an hour today with Paul, and all lunch with Marissa, Laura, and Sarah. And I feel so much better, cuz I got a lot off my chest after talking to them. Plus I laughed like crazy while talking to Paul, and I haven't really laughed in soooo long! And it was interesting last night, cuz me and Mike were talking about business stuff like we KNEW anything about it. Yes, so, um I like talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we are introducing the boys to Monty Python and the Holy Grail. They're laughing their 4 and 5 year old butts off...haha, I love this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, HOPEFULLY I'm gonna get my ears pierced this week....a second piercing in each ear above the first one. Always wanted to do that, and one in one ear at the top, but that's supposed to hurt a lot worse. Anyways, yah, so I suppose we'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap, I need to wrap Brittani's presents, seeing as how they're laying on the floor of my room and she's gonna be sleeping there tomorrow night...yes, I better go do that. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow (maybe),&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Arthur:&lt;br /&gt;What are you then?&lt;br /&gt;French Soldier:&lt;br /&gt;I'm French. Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Galahad:&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing in England?&lt;br /&gt;French Soldier:&lt;br /&gt;Mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Soldier:&lt;br /&gt;You don't frighten us, English pig-dog! Go and boil your bottoms, son of a silly person. I blow my nose on you, so-called Arthur-king, you and your silly English kiniggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Soldier:&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk to you, no more, you empty-headed animal, food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113479196417745372?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113479196417745372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113479196417745372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113479196417745372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113479196417745372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113462607926966464</id><published>2005-12-14T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:54:39.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep? Who needs sleep?!? I had half a gallon of coffee today!</title><content type='html'>8:35-3:35: School&lt;br /&gt;4:10-5:20: Soccer practice&lt;br /&gt;5:20-6:50: Errands&lt;br /&gt;7:20-10:35: English project&lt;br /&gt;10:35-11: Break&lt;br /&gt;11-11:40: Study for Geogrpahy test&lt;br /&gt;11:50: Write in blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is a day in my life. So none of you better be complaining about my room being a disaster area until you add an extra two hours to my day. Maybe tomorrow I won't have so much to do. And the funny thing is, I could (and probably need) to spend another hour studying for Geograpahy and I haven't even touched my Latin vocabulary....thank God I almost know it all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna go to bed now. I'll probably stay up til 12:30 reading cuz that's just me, and then I'll be up at 7. I may be washing my hair upside down over the side of the tub again to avoid having to get up and take an actual shower. Wow, I really can't wait for school to be out.....2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a real hug sooo bad. But other than that (though I hate to admit it) I'm pretty darn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the next time I have a spare second,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I seriously had a TON of coffee today....probably more than is healthy. Tried it black for the first time...wasn't so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113462607926966464?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113462607926966464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113462607926966464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113462607926966464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113462607926966464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleep-who-needs-sleep-i-had-half.html' title='Sleep? Who needs sleep?!? I had half a gallon of coffee today!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113439610151412250</id><published>2005-12-12T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:01:41.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudolph the Red-Nosed Crack Baby</title><content type='html'>So, lots happened yesterday. We had the boys' birthday party, which was fun if you consider a bunch of four and five year olds running around like mad 'fun'. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is PAJAMA DAY! WOOHOO! I'd go to school in my pj's everyday if I could...oh wellz, at least they made a day for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Stephen and Delaina last night and now I have a date for Sooner Banquet this year :-p. Well, sorta. Yah, me, Delaina, Stephen, and maybe Brooke and Caroline are all gonna have a table together and we are going to invite one person, but not really as a date. Cuz last year the whole getting a date thing got a little out of hand for some of us *cough*. Yes, so that should be uber fun. I even officially invited Delaina to accompany me to the banquet...it was all formal, it was funny. Thank goodness I'm not a guy; that'd be nerve-wracking to have to do it for real. Anyways, talking to them makes me want to be back at Sooner RIGHT NOW! Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so I don't feel very good *Sigh* but I'm still going to school because there is only a week left so I might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so that's all today. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113439610151412250?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113439610151412250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113439610151412250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113439610151412250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113439610151412250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/rudolph-red-nosed-crack-baby.html' title='Rudolph the Red-Nosed Crack Baby'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113427458334626111</id><published>2005-12-10T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:16:23.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs a little help sometimes</title><content type='html'>Wow, LOTS to blog about tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom went shopping today...it was uber fun! I have all of my shopping done (but not all of my present-collecting done). I bought for Mom, Dad, Aidan, Ian, Brittani, and Mike. Yes. It was good. And....I only have $4 *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place we headed was Hurst, where we shopped at JoAnns and Target and The Party Store. At JoAnnes, my mom bought black thread with which to stitch Aidan's blanket. However, when we were loaded the car with the things we bought from there, we noticed the black thread at the bottom of the cart- unbought. So much for store alarms....So instead of going back into the store and waiting in a 30-minute line to buy the 77 cents thread, we decided to keep it and give money to the Salvation Army. On our way to Hulen we saw a homeless lady at the intersection of Hulen and the highway holding a sign. No words were spoken, but both my mom and I looked at each other and Knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanna give her some money?" I asked. My mom took a five out of her purse and rolled down her window. The lady came over and took the money and said "God bless you" and went back to holding her sign. I asked my mom if she thought that paid back for the thread; she said yes. The lady's sign read: "Everyone needs a little help sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I had *ahem* many interesting conversations today. One of them was about dreams and nightmares- how sometimes you have recurring dreams where you know what's going to happen but you can't exactly remember WHEN or WHERE or WHY you know what is going to happen. She told me of a nightmare she had as a kid where she was being chased by a pot of beans and it was terrifying and she couldn't get away from it. I nearly fell out of my seat laughing, but I know I've had some pretty funny nightmares before (the only time I've ever sleep-walked was when I was being chased by grasshoppers). And then she told me about one of my uncles dreams....but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas present for Aidan: $15&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas present for Ian: $15&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas present for Dad: $10&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas present for Mom: $14&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas present for Brittani: $30&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas present for Michael: $30&lt;br /&gt;Giving in the Season of Giving: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;Some things money can't buy; for everything else, you beg yo momma for extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113427458334626111?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113427458334626111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113427458334626111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113427458334626111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113427458334626111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/everyone-needs-little-help-sometimes.html' title='Everyone needs a little help sometimes'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113418814842076782</id><published>2005-12-09T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:15:48.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen."</title><content type='html'>So, I'm officially Christmas-ing my blog up....I'm sure you can see that the new title is Winter Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to see The Chronicles of Narnia with my dad and Marissa.....it was sooooo good and it was so fun having Marissa there! I even almost started crying, but made myself stop- I hate crying and I've done a fair bit of it these last few weeks. But, yah, I finished the book for the second time today, and it was really well done and well followed. I love Mr. Tumnus....totally changed my perspective of him from the book, but for the better! If he weren't a fawn, he'd probably be cute :-p Yes, so I encourage EVERYONE to see it. So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me and my mom are going Christmas shopping and it's gonna be uber fun! And then the boys' birthday party in on Sunday at our house.....fun? Maybe. Lol. Um, yah, and then only ONE MORE WEEK OF SCHOOL BEFORE THE SEMESTER IS OVER!!! Which is kind of scary....only 7 more of these before I graduate (dododododo....TACO! ROFLMBO.....haven't said that in a while!). Ah, yes, so I should probably go and clean what I'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113418814842076782?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113418814842076782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113418814842076782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113418814842076782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113418814842076782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-king-or-queen-in-narnia-always.html' title='&quot;Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen.&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113410416723070923</id><published>2005-12-08T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:58:28.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The days go by, the hours change"</title><content type='html'>Today is Aidan's 5th birthday...wow. 5 years? Seems like not that long ago I was praying for a sibling, and now I've had one for 5 years. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was....meh. Good parts, bad parts. I haven't got much to say, really. I'm thinking about what song I'm putting up tomorrow. Hmm....not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_14371.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113410416723070923?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113410416723070923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113410416723070923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113410416723070923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113410416723070923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/days-go-by-hours-change.html' title='&quot;The days go by, the hours change&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113400631678121015</id><published>2005-12-07T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:47:57.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin in a Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, the weather outside is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frightful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the fire is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;delightful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;And since we've no place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let it&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So...it's sleety/snowy/rainy/cold today! We got out of school early, which was supremely awesome. I don't really feel like talking much today, so yah. TTYL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-Dani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113400631678121015?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113400631678121015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113400631678121015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113400631678121015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113400631678121015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/walkin-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walkin in a Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113387859797843308</id><published>2005-12-06T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:16:38.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PSAT- a Perfect Score Ain't Thinkable</title><content type='html'>Benchmarks are today. Pray for my sanity, as I sit in three of my classes for two hours each. Besides that, I got the PSAT scores back that we took in October, and yah, I did pretty good. 1850/2400 or something like that. Cool, huh? So my parents took me to Chili's to "celebrate" and that was uber fun, and I got chessecake! Oh, and Darrin and Felicia are coming to take me out for lunch today, and that is super exciting....I finally won't have to walk to wherever I'm gonna eat! And I get 50 minutes for lunch today instead of 40. Yah, so Benchmarks may actually pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to the next few weeks! This weekend my mom and I are going shopping for Christmas, and the weekend after that I may take my friends Laura and Jordan to go see Pride and Prejudice with me for Laura's birthday. I definitely want to see that again!!! And Brittani is coming in less than two weeks until Christmas! And Michael and I still need to go Christmas shopping. I love hecticness when you can look forward to it! Besides that, I also want to see The Chronicles of Narnia with my dad when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers, so I've typed this all in six minutes.....guess I'm getting faster at typing! Go me! Yah, so I gtg. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- The title is kinda a joke off &lt;a href="http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/psat-pathetic-stab-at-testing.html"&gt;my post in October&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113387859797843308?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113387859797843308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113387859797843308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113387859797843308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113387859797843308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/psat-perfect-score-aint-thinkable.html' title='PSAT- a Perfect Score Ain&apos;t Thinkable'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113379124526887935</id><published>2005-12-05T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:00:45.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've been walking with a big grin, singing with my eyes closed"</title><content type='html'>So yeasterday I sang a TON! First at church we just sang for about 45 minutes....it wwas uber cool. And then obviously I sang/screamed/yelled at JAM and yah, that was pretty fun also. Then my me and my parents, Michael, Cara, Dale and Kristi all went to the Messiah sing-along, and then I came home. When my parents came home I brought my dad the Christmas song book which has been in my room for a few weeks, and he played through a good portion of the book and I sang along. So yes, lots of singing. My throat hurts a little today, probably cuz I was singing above my comfort range most of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm gonna be in a portable wishing I were in bed in 35 minutes, so I better go finish getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113379124526887935?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113379124526887935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113379124526887935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113379124526887935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113379124526887935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-walking-with-big-grin-singing.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve been walking with a big grin, singing with my eyes closed&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113367154635346621</id><published>2005-12-03T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:45:46.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing, swing, swing</title><content type='html'>So, I have absolutely nothing to say except that it is 10:45 and I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, I love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hostage&lt;/span&gt; to my own humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm dying to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;get out&lt;/span&gt; and that might be the death of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of knowing where to go I promise I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to be my escape.&lt;br /&gt;-Be My Escape, Relient K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113367154635346621?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113367154635346621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113367154635346621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113367154635346621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113367154635346621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/swing-swing-swing.html' title='Swing, swing, swing'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113358786344614994</id><published>2005-12-02T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:40:45.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"You finally find you and I collide"</title><content type='html'>*sigh* I am totally and completely in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's tall, dark, and handsome. No kidding! He has a European accent that is so sexy, and he's almost mysterious at first, but when you get to know him he completely blows you away and makes you fall head over heels for him. I am talking, of course, of Mr. Darcy from the movie and book &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0414387/"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt;. I never thought I would be able to love another movie character like I do Sam from Lord of the Rings, but one should never make assumptions because one might find that they are very much attracted to another individual in another movie. So move over, Sam, because &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0532193/"&gt;Matthew Macfadyen&lt;/a&gt;'s Mr. Darcy has somewhat replaced you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so, if you couldn't already tell, I really liked the movie. I went to see it with my mom tonight, and oh my gosh, if I could magically put myself in any sort of fantasy world, I would make myself Lizzy in that movie! Cuz she gets to kiss him, and I am totally jealous. Curses on non-real worlds I want to live in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, besides that gut-wrenching feeling after seeing the movie, the rest of my night also rocked. We went to Bennigan's, where I apparently looked like an adult because they kept asking me the questions and asking if we wanted separate checks and stuff. I totally played the part, haha, except when I concentrated too hard on saying 'burger' and mispronounced the other words (I have always had trouble saying burger....dunno why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I changed ma title again. This week's is Better Days by the Goo Goo Dolls. Good, sort of Christmas-y song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, I am going to buy that movie as soon as it comes out! It was uber good and you should go see it. Now! Other than that, not much to say. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113358786344614994?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113358786344614994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113358786344614994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113358786344614994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113358786344614994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-finally-find-you-and-i-collide.html' title='&quot;You finally find you and I collide&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113349167685565658</id><published>2005-12-01T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:47:56.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yah, so I'm blogging twice in a day....dorky, yes, I know. But I'm in a bit of a pickle...I can't decide what song to put on my blog this week. *gasp* I know what you're thinking.."You just posted 25 songs you like, can't you pick from one of those?? Yes, but I've already used 7 of them, my favorite 7 coincidentally. So, if you have a preference for this week's blog, comment, and I'll see what I can do. Other than that, I'm tired and stuff, so I'm gonna go to bed early after I do some useless crap around the house. I am fully determined to be uber happy tomorrow, so yah. No talking to people who depress me! So, yah, that's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you always find a way to keep me &lt;strong&gt;right here waiting&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;You always &lt;strong&gt;find the words&lt;/strong&gt; to say to keep me right here waiting.&lt;br /&gt; And if you chose to walk away, I'd still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the words to say to keep you right here waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I made a &lt;strong&gt;commitment&lt;/strong&gt;; I'm willing to bleed for you.&lt;br /&gt;I need fulfillment. I &lt;strong&gt;found&lt;/strong&gt; what I need in you.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just &lt;strong&gt;forgive&lt;/strong&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to relive all the &lt;strong&gt;mistakes&lt;/strong&gt; I made along the way....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113349167685565658?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113349167685565658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113349167685565658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113349167685565658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113349167685565658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/yah-so-im-blogging-twice-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113347725540740735</id><published>2005-12-01T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:47:35.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 25</title><content type='html'>So today's blog is gonna be a bit different....I'm gonna post my top 25 played songs in iTunes. So yah, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. This Is Your Life -Swithfoot &lt;em&gt;play count: 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song....it's so inspirational. It always reminds me of Michael's 8th grade video, which is where I first heard it; it gave me goosebumps! Good song.&lt;br /&gt;24. Meant to Live -Switchfoot &lt;em&gt;play count: 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another good song by Switchfoot. I love the chorus: "We were meant to live for so much more; have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside." Words to live by.&lt;br /&gt;23. Brave -Nichole Nordeman &lt;em&gt;play count: 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really reminds me of myself in many ways. The main thing is that many times I'm so lukewarm, but God calls me to be more than that, and He makes me want to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;22. Cloud of Witnesses -Mark Schultz &lt;em&gt;play count: 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to dedicate this song to all my Christian friends who help me along the way. This song brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it, and if you know it, you know why. It is such a good song.&lt;br /&gt;21. Behind These Hazel Eyes -Kelly Clarkson &lt;em&gt;play count: 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is on my last CD I burned, and it really is a pretty good song. She has a good voice, but I think all her songs are kind of those sad love songs, but I do like this one a lot.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't Stop Dancing -Creed&lt;em&gt; play count: 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song on my blog right now, lol. I really love every word of this song...especially the line "But I know I must go on/Altough I hurt I must be strong/Because inside I know that many feel this way." It reminds me that I'm not alone, and that whatever happens, I can always go on. I like a lot of Creed's songs, and this is just one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;19. Ohio (Come Back to Texas) -Bowling for Soup &lt;em&gt;play count: 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song will always remind me of the Garcia's since they came to visit. Before I connected it with them, I just thought it was really funny. It made it to the top 25 because I played it several times while they were here.&lt;br /&gt;18. Welcome Home -Shaun Groves &lt;em&gt;play count: 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those songs I wish I had written....it's so creative, but also so meaningful. It is my prayer everytime I know I screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;17. Daughters -John Mayer &lt;em&gt;play count: 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty good song, I like the verses, and the chorus is also good. It's one of those I listen to when I'm in a kinda nuetral, calm mood.&lt;br /&gt;16. Right Here- Jeremy Camp &lt;em&gt;play count: 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this song stuck in my head for the longest time but I only knew the chorus...I finally figured out what it was and bought it! It's a good song, and I love Jeremy Camp, so that's a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ocean Avenue- Yellowcard &lt;em&gt;play count: 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard this song at the dance at the beginning of school and decided to buy it when I heard it again. I also feel like playing air guitar when I hear this song, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;14. A Thousand Miles -Vanessa Carlton &lt;em&gt;play count: 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had this song stuck in my head for two years! It always reminds me of sixth grade, because at our "graduation" someone played it on piano. I really like this song, but I'm not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;13. Born to Fly -Sara Evans &lt;em&gt;play count: 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a really good song. I feel like it speaks to me, and how I can accomplish so much, and I really was born to fly. I love the line "Girl, you've got nothing but time." It's true. Sometimes I wish I could grow up so fast, but I really should realize that I need to cherish what I have right now, cuz I've got my whole life ahead of me to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;12. I Hope You Dance -Lee Ann Wommack &lt;em&gt;play count: 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a great song. If you haven't heard it, you should. Now. No more needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;11. Collide -Howie Day &lt;em&gt;play count: 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the chorus of this song. "Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind I'll somehow find you and I collide." It's just one of those love songs that makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;10. Boulevard of Broken Dreams -Green Day &lt;em&gt;play count: 11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song a lot. It's one of my faves by Green Day and reminds me of how I feel sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Right Here -staind &lt;em&gt;play count:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song just reminds me of several people who have stuck with me through so much, no matter what. To all of y'all: thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;8. Be My Escape -Relient K &lt;em&gt;play count: 13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was what really introduced me to Christian rock, and it is such a good song. I love the music video, and they are now one of my fave bands. The words are so clever, and they really have meaning. Good song, and it's one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;7. Gone -Switchfoot &lt;em&gt;play count: 14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a cool song! It really is true and I love the words. Probably my fave song by Switchfoot :)&lt;br /&gt;6. Bless the Broken Road -Rascal Flatts &lt;em&gt;play count: 18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those really good country songs, and although I'm not that big of a country fan, I've got to admire this guy's voice. This is one of the songs I can play on guitar, and I really love singing it. It's definitely one of my very favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) -Green Day &lt;em&gt;play count: 18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is a real inspiration to me. There is one line that I think I should live by and that's "So make the best of this test and don't ask why; it's not a question, but a lesson learned in time."&lt;br /&gt;4. Drops of Jupiter -Train &lt;em&gt;play count: 24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul introduced me to this song. It took me forever to figure out why, but it really means something to me. I think sometimes it reminds me of myself. It's a cool song, and it is also one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hanging By a Moment -Lifehouse &lt;em&gt;play count: 24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of my very favorite songs. It is very special to me, and I love Lifehouse's music. The whole combination of the lyrics, the music, and just all these other things makes it mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Something Worth Leaving Behind -Lee Ann Wommack &lt;em&gt;play count: 25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really good song, and it really is a reminder that love is what makes life worth living. "And that's something worth leaving behind."&lt;br /&gt;1. You and Me -Lifehouse &lt;em&gt;play count: 32&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely my number uno favorite song. I can play it on guitar, I can sing every word, and I absolutely love it. I could sit and listen to this song endlessly (and I have!). It's how I want to fall head over heels for someone someday, and it's a really beautiful song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113347725540740735?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113347725540740735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113347725540740735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113347725540740735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113347725540740735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-top-25.html' title='My Top 25'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113340712345256918</id><published>2005-11-30T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:18:43.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm trying my hardest, I'm tearing my walls down"</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song when I was 11, and through these last few years it has applied to me over and over again, and now I beleive it really is a song that describes me. For some background info, I was in sixth grade when I wrote this song. I was going through some major problems- trying to figure out how I wanted to be seen by my peers and everyone else. I made some bad choices and I messed some things up, but at the end it had shaped the person I became, and who I continue to be today. This is My Song, and I think it is appropriate for what is going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream of who I am and who I'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;And while I dream I sometimes drift too far from reality&lt;br /&gt;Life could be so simple if only I could be myself&lt;br /&gt;In front of everyone else and show them the true me&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand I'm doing the best I can&lt;br /&gt;The current is stronger and I'm trying harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;So open your eyes and I'll open mine&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday you'll see, you'll see the true me&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why this world can't seem to realize&lt;br /&gt;We'll never get anywhere living in these lies&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone is trying to let the truth be known&lt;br /&gt;The mask we put on everyday is really not our own&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand I'm doing the best I can&lt;br /&gt;The current is stronger and I'm trying harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;So open your eyes and I'll open mine&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday you'll see, you'll see the true me&lt;br /&gt;No one knows who I am and who I'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;Probably cuz I won't let people see the true me&lt;br /&gt;Please note that I am trying to show you everyday&lt;br /&gt;The person who's inside of me; the person who's trying to say&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand I'm doing the best I can&lt;br /&gt;The current is stronger and I'm trying harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;So open your eyes and I'll open mine&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday you'll see, you'll see the true me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113340712345256918?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113340712345256918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113340712345256918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113340712345256918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113340712345256918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-trying-my-hardest-im-tearing-my.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m trying my hardest, I&apos;m tearing my walls down&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113332485994758595</id><published>2005-11-29T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:27:39.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I finally talked to someone about something that has been heavy on my mind for about two months. Why do we let things go so long untouched when letting it go is so easy? There was nothing weird, uncomfortable, or awkward talking about what I needed to talk about and the person understood. So why did I put it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a putter-offer. In fact, my Latin vocabulary is sitting upstairs in my backpack, but I am putting off looking over it. Why? Who knows! It's not something I want to do, so why do it until I absolutely have to? Why put off working on a scholarship assignment until you realize the deadline is two months away? Why put off calling the library and end up getting yourself a $2 fine (at only 20 cents a day)? Why shy away from all these simple, silly things until the end result has consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a psychiatrist, not do I read minds, so I am not going to pretend to do either. I do not know why I am such a procrastinator, but I am. I have always been, and perhaps I will always be. It's rather annoying at times, but us procrastinators learn quickly how to be pros at last minute studying, late night reading, and highly procrastinated conversations. And I am proud? to say I am good at all of the above and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, really, what is the point of this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting off going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113332485994758595?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113332485994758595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113332485994758595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113332485994758595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113332485994758595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113321734540300873</id><published>2005-11-28T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:42:53.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>Hey dorks, I know you all want to take &lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=051126233030-143308"&gt;my quiz&lt;/a&gt;! Tell me your results :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I only made a 90....I actually missed a question. It's that hard. Most of you will probably make a 10 or 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;My great conversations of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Daddy, my legs are gettin' bigger! That's great! I'm gettin' bigger!" -Aidan&lt;br /&gt;"Aidan, I'm sorry to tell you, but you ain't gonna grow past 5'5." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" -Aidan&lt;br /&gt;"You've got bad genes." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;*looks down at pants* "Daaaaaniiiiii, these aren't jeans!" -Aidan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh! Your hair is like, hot!" -Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;"Um, ok. Did you notice I cut it?" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"Did it hurt?" -Joe, whose name isn't really Joe, but that's the only name I can remember him by&lt;br /&gt;"Yah, it bled and everything." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday I wanna hug one of those nerds who run around with five ton backpacks and watch them run away." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was so hug deprived this week!" -Marissa&lt;br /&gt;"I know, me too. I don't think I got a single hug." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"Yah, me neither." -Marissa&lt;br /&gt;"That's crazy, cuz we saw each other and everything? How did you not hug me?" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno. I guess seeing you was just enough." -Marissa&lt;br /&gt;"My presence is just that good, huh?" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have interesting conversations, huh? Ok, I've got nothing to really say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113321734540300873?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113321734540300873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113321734540300873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113321734540300873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113321734540300873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113314638126137937</id><published>2005-11-27T20:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:04:26.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8:30 PM and I've been awake for 6 hours.....</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate days like these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really shouldn't complain. We didn't go to church, so I slept in til 2:30, which was very nice. I've had a lovely week off from school, and am reenergized and I guess I am even ready to go back. My mom took me shopping for pajamas, and I got some cool ones from Aeropostale. Then I got my hair cut for the second time in tow and a half years and I really like the way it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside, I'll probably never fall asleep tonight, and I have to get up tomorrow at 6:30. 10 hours.....and I'm not even a little tired. I have one big problem right now called Megan and Chris. I dunno what the heck is going on, but she hates me right now because of some crap he told her that I told him.....I really don't know. That has kept me in a bad mood for quite a while cuz most of the stuff she's mad about really isn't true, and it certainly isn't my fault. But of course, everyone will take her side and now I can't hardly talk to Chris without being blamed for "trying to steal him from her." So I haven't talked to him almost all week. Besides that, I'm thinking of leaving the youth group I'm with right now, mostly because I don't feel accepted by any of the teens there. That's kind of sad, because I've been there for over two years, and I love so many people there. But at the same time, I'm never really happy there, and nobody seems to like me that much. And I'm even having trouble with friends who don't go to school or church.....what's up with all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really just that unlikable that both my school and church and everything in between friends don't seem to like me? What's happened? Why? I can't tell you why, because I don't really know, but this whole week has felt....sad. I haven't tried to terribly hard to contact anyone, and no one has seemed to miss me too much. Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so enough blahness. I had so much fun with Brittani yesterday. I already miss them. Only three more weeks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go try to be productive. I've already cleaned my room....I could practice guitar, or work on my Condoleeza Rice project. But honestly, I really don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt like hiding my face under a pillow and pretending I didn't exist. Maybe if I could do that, everyone else could, too? Maybe tomorrow it'll all be better. I might wake up and have the strength to set things straight with everyone who has hurt me or upset me or in general just not been on my good side lately. Maybe my fairy godmother will even wave her magic wand and fix everything for me. Maybe tomorrow I can be Me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_11571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^my new haircut.....for "before" pictures, check out the pictures form my last blog. and tell me if you think it's better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113314638126137937?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113314638126137937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113314638126137937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113314638126137937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113314638126137937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/830-pm-and-ive-been-awake-for-6-hours.html' title='8:30 PM and I&apos;ve been awake for 6 hours.....'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113306681763773041</id><published>2005-11-27T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:53:49.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come back to Texas, it's just not the same since you went away"</title><content type='html'>Special Blog Edition here.....both Dani AND Brittani here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: So, Brittani, what did you think of today?&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Loser! Say something interesting! Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: *snicker* It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: You sound so blah! Pipe up! Be happy, like me! Lalalalala....&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Um, ok. Well it was kinda cool. Whenever I walk through the door and you, like, pulled me to the ground!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Haha, I tackled you! I should play football!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: You would kill them, not injure them! I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;Dani: You know you enjoyed it! :-p&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Hahaha....no.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Hmph. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Mr. Gwumpy-Giwwls....&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Who are you calling Mr. Grumpy Gills???&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: You.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Oh.....well, then......ANYways, Downtown was soooooooo fun! Except I was wearing boots, and yah, that wasn't comfortable.....but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Banana!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Pickle jar.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Ooh, good one. Hmm, how bout......shrimp!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Shortcake.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Sounds like me, lol. Shrimp and shortcake! Ooh, I totally just dissed myself!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Haha, nice. Yah, anywho, I'm so glad you're spending the night......go you Dad!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Yep. Thanks to fine dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: More like free dinner. Haha. So, are you bored yet?&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: *long silence* Uh.....no. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: *rolls eyes* Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Do you like your earrings??&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Ooh, I love them! I need to thank your parents again for the late birthday present! They're sooooooo purtiful!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Yes, I have great style.&lt;br /&gt;Dani: I'm the one who picked them out! Don't you agree my style has greatly improved since you last saw me? I wear more than oversized t-shirts now! Go me! Go style!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: Yah, I was impressed (with your style)&lt;br /&gt;Dani: *bows* Anyways, today was super fun. I'm so glad to see you. And now for some quotes of the day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Well, let me show you!&lt;br /&gt;"Are those my sisters underwear????"&lt;br /&gt;Now do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Brittani: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Alrighty then, now for more quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo my homie fried chicken!"&lt;br /&gt;"See, you made me yodel!"&lt;br /&gt;"Your un-Starbucksness pays off for me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Those are old lady earrings"&lt;br /&gt;"Big booty, big booty, big booty!"&lt;br /&gt;"Watcha gonna do with all that junk inside that trunk??"&lt;br /&gt;"Brittani has boobs!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sheesh, it's a good thing I'm not a guy!"&lt;br /&gt;"I climbed the rock."&lt;br /&gt;"My foot's asleep. I can't move it." *whack* "Ow! Sheesh, well now I can!"&lt;br /&gt;"See? 'Brittani has boobs' (pointing towards her picture I drew)." "I want them bigger." "Fine, there." (redraws)&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, Electric Chair dare!" "Wow, you're stupid." "I know!"&lt;br /&gt;"Dani is a cow. Moo."&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna climb the rock."&lt;br /&gt;"Yah, you beat me because number one: you're not afraid of heights, number two: you're six inches taller than me, and number three: you're not wearing boots!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm high on life!"&lt;br /&gt;"Darren's hot."&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, let's bribe 'em!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's enough.....for now *evil laugh* Ok, for the finale, some beautiful pictures! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1098b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful Garcia family, whom I love dearly. I had so much fun seeing them again today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_11081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my crazy cousin Britsta! We posed for the camera several times today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_11391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us climbing the rock wall.....you can see how much faster than me she was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani (and Brittani)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113306681763773041?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113306681763773041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113306681763773041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113306681763773041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113306681763773041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/come-back-to-texas-its-just-not-same.html' title='&quot;Come back to Texas, it&apos;s just not the same since you went away&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113298098982886267</id><published>2005-11-25T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:32:47.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"At times, life's unfair"</title><content type='html'>New blog title: Don't Stop Dancing by Creed. Good song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Christmas at the Kocur's....we put up the fake tree in the family room, decorated it, then went Downtown for food, the Parade of Lights, and finally a Bass Hall Holidays Performance. It was pretty fun. My feet, however, are quite sore from walking around in boots. Oh, the price of coolness ;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally play Christmas music freely in our household....go that! I'm kinda sad that school is starting back....*sigh* I kinda missed everything, but I've also enjoyed being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the Garcia's are coming over for a few hours! Heck yes, I've missed them soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I don't have too terribly much to say. I'm in a really good mood! I don't know why! Exclamation marks get annoying after a while, don't they!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so I'll try and find something interesting to say sometime.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Shwwwweeeeeetttttt! I got music on my blog! It may be a this week only thing, but hey, it's cool for now!!! Yayness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113298098982886267?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113298098982886267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113298098982886267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113298098982886267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113298098982886267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-times-lifes-unfair.html' title='&quot;At times, life&apos;s unfair&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113289252661066169</id><published>2005-11-24T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:22:06.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm, food....</title><content type='html'>So, Thanksgiving was good. My dad's family (including Grandpa, Grandma, David and Angela and their kids, and Chris) came over at 1 and we ate at 2. We had smoked turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoe pie, green bean casserole, rolls, mandarin tossed salad, fruit salad, cranberries, stuffing, plus apple, pecan, and pumpkin pie. Mmmm, good stuff. Then we played Uno, for some reason, but it was actually pretty fun. Then they all left between 9 and 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been fairly enjoyable. I went out twice, and spent the rest of the time home doing random stuff. But I am somewhat looking forward to being back in school. Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I change my song again.....what should it be? *ponders* I dunno, I'll decide tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yah, I haven't got a whole lot to say. So I won't try to come up with anything to say. So, yah, I'll TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113289252661066169?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113289252661066169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113289252661066169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113289252661066169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113289252661066169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/mmmm-food.html' title='Mmmm, food....'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113278647187601667</id><published>2005-11-23T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:54:31.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM THANKFUL FOR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ my family&lt;br /&gt;~my family's good health&lt;br /&gt;~ the breath I am breathing right now&lt;br /&gt;~ my new friends from school who have already enriched my life so much&lt;br /&gt;~ Sooner Youth Camp, for that one week of uninterrupted happiness&lt;br /&gt;~ my churches, and the people who love me there&lt;br /&gt;~ prayer, which gives me strength when I could not do it by myself&lt;br /&gt;~ my kitty, Ashlie, who is my baby&lt;br /&gt;~ my strengths, which make me unique&lt;br /&gt;~ my weaknesses, which also make me unique&lt;br /&gt;~ my writing ability&lt;br /&gt;~ my guitar&lt;br /&gt;~ my friendships, because I know that many of them will last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;~ my ability to do anything I set my mind to&lt;br /&gt;~ the food in my pantry&lt;br /&gt;~ the roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;~ the clothes on my body&lt;br /&gt;~ the shoes that would be on my feet if I were outside&lt;br /&gt;~ the money in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;~ my God-given talents, which are numerous and enable me to do many things&lt;br /&gt;~ the blood of Christ which has set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. Backwards, that's Giving Thanks Happ(il)y. Love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113278647187601667?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113278647187601667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113278647187601667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113278647187601667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113278647187601667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/t-is-for-turkey.html' title='T is for Turkey'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113268294097275983</id><published>2005-11-22T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:20:48.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and it shall be answered on the blog</title><content type='html'>1. What is your full name? Eh, Internet security thing.....but my name's Not Ross ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color pants are you wearing? Purple and white plaid pajamas pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? my brother playing some McDonald's minitiaturized video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate? I am currently eating a bowl of Cap'n Crunch cereal..mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? blue....simple, but pretty, without the fancy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? 61 according to weather.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Marissa about a movie :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Sure, well enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today? 14....(and one day short of four months, but who's counting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite drink? Dr. Pepper, but water ranks pretty high up there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sport? soccer, basketball, and football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hair color? Honestly, I'm not sure. The box said Medium Reddish-Brown, but it looks different in some lights. Decide for yourself when you see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear contacts? Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Siblings? Aidan (almost 5), Ian (alomst 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite month? July, cuz I'm always uber busy, but having fun being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite food? Italian anything, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched? The last half of LOTR 3 last night, and before that The Legend of Zorro in the theatre. And soon, Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day of the year? July 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do to vent anger? play my guitar too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite toy as a child? Ruffy, my stuffed dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Summer or winter? summer, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Hugs or kisses? Hugs, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Chocolate or vanilla? chocolate, but honestly I'm not a big fan of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? No, cuz I'm doing this wrong and putting it in Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond? N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond? N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When was the last time you cried? Two weekends ago at the Girl's Retreat....man I was  like a water fountain at that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is under your bed? My clothes (I have drawers under my bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Michael....what is it, almost 11 years now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do last night? watched The Lord of the Rings and TV until 12:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you most afraid of? being alone at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Plain, buttered or salted popcorn? Buttered and salted...I like it fatty :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite car? None, really. Anything with four wheels that will move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite flower? Never really had one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Number of keys on your key ring: No key ring....I only have one key to the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many years at your current job? nada. But I've been babysitting since I was 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite day of the week? Thursdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What did you do on your last birthday? Went to London, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many states have you lived in? 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. How many cities have you lived in? 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Favorite Disney Character? Nemo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113268294097275983?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113268294097275983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113268294097275983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113268294097275983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113268294097275983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/ask-and-it-shall-be-answered-on-blog.html' title='Ask and it shall be answered on the blog'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113263563294285704</id><published>2005-11-21T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:00:32.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonio Banderas has a sexy accent ;-p</title><content type='html'>Pretty good day. I went to see The Legend of Zorro with Michael, and it's a really good movie! And we saw James and Leah at the mall, which was cool....and I've got ideas for what I want to get some people for Christmas! Go that! Besides that, I've been practicing Christmas songs on guitar (I'm getting pretty good at Joy to the World, O Come All Ye Faithful and Angels We Have Heard on High, and I've pretty much mastered The Little Drummer Boy). Hopefully I'll be uber good by Christmas. I'm so happy to have this week off....I've needed a break. I'm excited about just kinda relaxing sort of tomorrow.....doing random things I've been putting off. Yah, so my mom needs the computer so this is gonna be short, but yah, life is pretty good. So yah, I'll try and give a more interesting update soon....ttyt.&lt;br /&gt;Til whenever,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113263563294285704?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113263563294285704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113263563294285704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113263563294285704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113263563294285704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/antonio-banderas-has-sexy-accent-p.html' title='Antonio Banderas has a sexy accent ;-p'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113243203632238059</id><published>2005-11-19T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:27:16.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will grow up where I wander wild and free</title><content type='html'>So today's been....well, ok. Slept in until 11:30, which was supremely excellent. Showered, did laundry, practiced guitar and 3 hours later am wasting life away in front of a computer. Go me! Lol. I don't feel too bad about it, cuz I have $100 saved up and whatnot, so yah, it's all good. Not to start shopping for Christmas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go have fun with friends today....wouldn't that be fun? But I might wait until Monday when more people could come. I still need to see Harry Potter...wanna take me? Of course you do. Cuz you're cool like that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are chapped....I hate winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A WHOLE WEEK OFF FOR THANKSGIVING! Heck yes x infinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed ma title again. Born To Fly by Sara Evans. So here's the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;About the places I'd like to see&lt;br /&gt;I said 'Friend, do you think I'll ever get there?'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but he just stands there smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;So I confessed my sins to the preacher&lt;br /&gt;About the love I've been praying to find&lt;br /&gt;Is there a brown eyed boy in my future?&lt;br /&gt;And he said 'Girl, you've got nothing but time'&lt;br /&gt;But how do you wait for heaven?&lt;br /&gt;And who has that much time?&lt;br /&gt;And how do you keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;When you know you were born to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, that's the verse I really like. And that's the song and theme of the week. Go that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really don't have anything to say. So I'll stop typing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113243203632238059?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113243203632238059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113243203632238059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113243203632238059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113243203632238059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-will-grow-up-where-i-wander-wild-and.html' title='I will grow up where I wander wild and free'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113226791494012370</id><published>2005-11-17T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:53:38.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you wait for forever? And who has that much time?</title><content type='html'>So, I've got a probable bladder infection. I'll find out for sure tomorrow; or actually my mom will, cuz I'll be back at school. Kinda inconvient day to get sick, but also kinda good. I'll have a week to do my makeup work without any other work simutaneouly. But I had plans today....soccer practice, lunch plans for pizza, etc. Plus a math test I'll now have to make up. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deciding what my new song will be this week. I'm deciding between &lt;strong&gt;Born to Fly&lt;/strong&gt; by Sara Evans, &lt;strong&gt;Collide &lt;/strong&gt;by Howie Day, or &lt;strong&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes &lt;/strong&gt;by Kelly Clarkson. Anybody have a preference? I'll probably eventually use them all, so it's just a matter of my mood of the week. I've kind of felt bleh, but not as much as I had been. So I'll be pondering that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually kinda fun, despite bladder pain. I'm not under any stress or anything, and I have a night to catch up on some stuff I've been putting off. Like cleaning my room. And doing my laundry. And finishing some homework. So why am I blogging with a nice big to-do list? Just putting it all off for a little bit more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have $2 left on my iTunes gift card and I want to go ahead and finish it off so I can burn my song. Two more songs....what shall I do? Make that $1.....just bought "Don't Stop Dancing" by Creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is making me these really cool jeans. She's painting some words on them and they're gonna look so cool! Heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, that's it for today. I'm gonna go work on some of the stuff I need to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Just realized my last three blog titles are the three songs I'm deciding between for my title. How coincidental! So if you don't know those songs, pick which title you like best, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113226791494012370?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113226791494012370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113226791494012370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113226791494012370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113226791494012370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-do-you-wait-for-forever-and-who.html' title='How do you wait for forever? And who has that much time?'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113218012785905307</id><published>2005-11-16T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:31:16.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme</title><content type='html'>Stealing this from someone's xanga...I can personally agree with about half of them, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you definately go to *my school* if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you've ever had to be searched or walked through a &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: metal detector'; self.ql_skeyphrase='metal%20detector'; if(window.event) self.ql_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.ql_timeout = setTimeout('ql_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.ql_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="if(self.ql_timeout) clearTimeout(self.ql_timeout); self.ql_isOverTip = false; ql_closeiframe(); self.ql_skeyphrase='metal%20detector'; window.status='Search for: metal detector';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.ql_timeout) clearTimeout(self.ql_timeout); self.ql_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('ql_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.qklinkserver.com/lm/dir.asp?si=98&amp;k=metal%20detector" target="_new"&gt;metal detector&lt;/a&gt; in the middle of class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't had to go through one myself, but I've seen them around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the band, baseball team and school musical use the same place to practice.. simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, they probably do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-your science teacher grows weed in his garage .. but it was just an expiriment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope not.....Mrs. Renfro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- you can name at least 2 different gangs and their colors, but you cant recite one word of the alma matter or the fight song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know about the gang part, but I certainly can't tell you even a line from either of our songs....well wait, yah I can. "Purple and whiiiiiiiiite"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you got in trouble for wearing colored shoe laces with your new balace shoes or shox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, our dress code is girls: wear clothes. Boys: don't let us see you underwear. And don't wear colored shoelaces. People do anyways, and no one really cares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- announcements begin with "skeet skeet" or everything ends in "izzle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More like "Hey school, it's announcements time! Please stand for the pledge." Yah, I can even sound like the girl who always says that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- your principal has a few corvettes- to match with her outfits, and a harley for the weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, that's probably true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your teacher tells you to "wait a minute" when the fire alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fire alarm went off today! Everyone kinda groaned....it's only the 7th time since school started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you are refered to as the racial minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is soooo true. White people really are the minority.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you see chasedowns at lunch .. in a &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: golf cart'; self.ql_skeyphrase='golf%20cart'; if(window.event) self.ql_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.ql_timeout = setTimeout('ql_doMouseOver(1)', 500); self.ql_isOverLink=true; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="if(self.ql_timeout) clearTimeout(self.ql_timeout); self.ql_isOverTip = false; ql_closeiframe(); self.ql_skeyphrase='golf%20cart'; window.status='Search for: golf cart';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; if(self.ql_timeout) clearTimeout(self.ql_timeout); self.ql_isOverTip = false; setTimeout('ql_closeiframe()', 1500); " href="http://www.qklinkserver.com/lm/dir.asp?si=98&amp;amp;k=golf%20cart" target="_new"&gt;golf cart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A GOLF CART ALMOST HIT ME YESTERDAY!!! I was observing a danger hazard and I look up and not 2 inches from me, one of the security people in a golf cart zooms. 2 inches could have decided whether or not I still have a head on my shoulders!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- student arrests aren't THAT interesting, i mean after you've seen about 5 every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't heard about that many arrests, but there was a drug bust the other day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you hear about hamiton in room 231 at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh holy cow, I am tired of John Hamilton's voice! "Hello students, this is John Hamilton reminding you that blah blah blah." It is true, he is mentioned in the announcements almost everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- rumors and details about your weekend spread around like the flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah. Not for me at least, cuz my weekends are nothing to talk about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the band really is the "pride of paschal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yah, our band kicks butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- the only people who go to football games for the football are the moms, the rest are there for band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So true! I think we only won two games this year, but like I said...band kicks butt! Especially since half my friends are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today kinda sucked. I felt so sick all day, and then the rest of it I was bored to peices. Ooh, but we did get report cards today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health- 100&lt;br /&gt;Geometry- 95&lt;br /&gt;Latin- 100&lt;br /&gt;Geography- 94&lt;br /&gt;Soccer- 100&lt;br /&gt;English- 100&lt;br /&gt;Biology- 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have today. I still don't feel so good and I have stuff to do. So, yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113218012785905307?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113218012785905307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113218012785905307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113218012785905307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113218012785905307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/even-best-fall-down-sometimes-even.html' title='Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113202875398550982</id><published>2005-11-14T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:25:58.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am, once again</title><content type='html'>So here I am blogging. I dunno if it's a good thing this is a habit or just a waste of time. I'm not sure who really still reads this. Oh well, I'm blogging for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good....I finally admitted to someone what has been bothering me for so long and it was all good. I feel better now that at least someone knows. I talked to Chris on the phone for over an hour, which was nice. I miss good, long phone conversations. And I called the Britsta up and we exchanged our Christmas lists since we "unknowingly" have eachother's names for Christmas. I'm excited about shopping for her...speaking of Christmas, I am having to seriously narrow down my shopping list this year, so don't be offended if you don't get anything from me this year. I am B.U.D.G.E.T.I.N.G. You're more likely to get something if you tell me what you want rather than making me ask you. So far I have cut off quite a few people and I'm trying not to feel bad....I've got about 4 people (besides family) I'm buying for so far. Might add a few. Not sure yet. Yah, so.....hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am once again stealing this from my mom. Enjoy my peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 names you go by&lt;br /&gt;1. Dani&lt;br /&gt;2. Dani Dani Doodle Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things that scare you&lt;br /&gt;1. Creepy voices that come in randomly in phone conversations....that's happened twice in the last few times I've been on the phone&lt;br /&gt;2. being alone at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of your everyday essentials&lt;br /&gt;1. a hug&lt;br /&gt;2. something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you are wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;1. a brown hairband around my wrist&lt;br /&gt;2. jeans....couldn't live without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of your favorite bands or musical artists (at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;1. Relient K&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly Clarkson (I've got one of her songs in my head right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things that make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;1. Chris's impersonation of that old Norwegian man (I still can hear it in my head....)&lt;br /&gt;2. any of my lunch table peeps.....they're all coolio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you want in a friendship (other than honesty and respect)&lt;br /&gt;1. sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;2. a love to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 truths&lt;br /&gt;1. I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have the ability to love back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1. the highest ranking type of hug which I forgot the name of taught to me today by Marissa&lt;br /&gt;2. being told that I have a good laugh (for some reason, a lot of my friends love my laugh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you want really badly&lt;br /&gt;1. Guitar lessons&lt;br /&gt;2. a really good hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 places you want to go on vacation&lt;br /&gt;1. Sooner (yes, I could vacation there!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. road trip to the west coast (never been in that part of the country)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;1. publish a book&lt;br /&gt;2. sit at the top of a snow-capped mountain and watch the sunrise over a beautiful lake with a pen and notepad in my lap and a cup of hot chocolate in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ways that you are stereotypically a chick&lt;br /&gt;1. I giggle.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't pass a mirror without looking in it and inwardly criticizing myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you are thinking about now&lt;br /&gt;1. How I need to be in bed right now&lt;br /&gt;2. How much I miss the Garcia's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 stores you shop at&lt;br /&gt;1. Target.....I could live at that store.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hot Topic...I like their jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things that have changed about you in the last year&lt;br /&gt;1. My wardrobe consists of more than Large t-shirts and baggy jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. my right arm and shoulders twitch on a semi-regular basis....I've gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you have to do tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;1. get up and shower at 6:45&lt;br /&gt;2. watch Commander in Cheif (one of th very few shows I am in the habit of watching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 reasons you blog:&lt;br /&gt;1. I sometimes say semi-intelligent things and have my own mini-revelations&lt;br /&gt;2. There are people who I don't have daily communication with who like to keep up with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113202875398550982?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113202875398550982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113202875398550982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113202875398550982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113202875398550982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-i-am-once-again_14.html' title='Here I am, once again'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113192427588078661</id><published>2005-11-13T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:24:35.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun dun dun</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Gosh. What a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the 2nd Annual West Texas Girls' Conference this weekend with WH and besides having a blast, I grew a ton. I realized what my problem has been for the last forever and a half. And I'm already fixing it. I got a new favorite verse which I just hapened to randomly get out of a pile of about 40 verses. "This is what the LORD says: 'Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.'" Jeremiah 16:6. Pretty cool, huh? So yep, I want to read Jeremiah now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the weekend was "Imagine" from Ephesians 3:20-21 20- "Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen." The first thing we did at the conference was probably the best part for me cuz it really opened my heart for the whole weekend. Our speaker (Kayci Ross) was talking about how God wants to live in the throneroom of our hearts, but oftentimes we give that throne to other things or people. And she asked us what was occupying the thronerooms of our hearts, and I realized that God wasn't in mine. And I realized that is what has kept me unsatisfied for so long because I know that nothing the world has can fulfill me, yet I've been spending all this time trying to make myself happy with it. And it sure as heck hasn't been working. That's changing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had three classes: It's My Life, I Hope You Dance, and Live Like You Were Dying. The first one was about our testimony, which was pretty cool. The second one was about how God speaks to us and it was really cool and inspired me to start spending more time with God and less with stupid stuff I've gotten in the habit of doing everyday. And the third one was about spiritual gifts and how to use them for God. We had this little test thing and my highest one was Knowledge....interesting. That REALLY inspired me to get back into reading my Bible and whatnot, cuz if that's my gift I haven't been nourishing it lately. So yah, I'm getting a fresh start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Abuelo's and I unknowingly ate a havanero pepper....which my dad says is 100x hotter than a regular pepper. I would agree with that one. After spending 10 minutes sweating profusely, crying involuntarily, drinking my entire Dr. Pepper and a glass of milk (which my waiter kindly brought me saying "Here, you look like you could use this"), and going to the bathroom thinking I might puke, I felt much better :) lol. I thought I might be a bit scared of my beloved peppers after that, but I came home and ate some Cheddar Peppers. Mm, even those havenaro peppers can't scare me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody switched on my water spout this weekend....I cried 5 times after having not cried in who knows when. Felt kinda good. Yah, so it was a really good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized my title is incorrect...there's not supposed to be the word "on" after "giving". It's just "I'm giving up on giving up slowly". So yah....my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, so I'm tired (I got a total of about 11 hours of sleep this weekend, whereas I would usually get that in one night on a Saturday). I'm gonna go do laundry and maybe spend some time with myself or something. So I'll TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113192427588078661?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113192427588078661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113192427588078661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113192427588078661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113192427588078661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/dun-dun-dun.html' title='Dun dun dun'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113171674188892226</id><published>2005-11-11T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T07:46:22.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair"</title><content type='html'>Friday=New Title Day. This week is Be My Escape by Relient K. Good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of town this weekend, leaving at about 6 tonight and I'll be coming back Sunday afternoon. Miss me lots! I'm going with the high school girls from Western Hills, so yah....should be mucho fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristopher is staying at our house for the weekend. Thank. God. I. Am. Leaving. I'd probably strangle that little boy by the end of the weekend otherwise. Pray for my mom's sanity. Lol, jk, he's not bad...just really crazy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was sooooooooooo much fun. At lunch Megan's mom brought pizza, and then Laura, Chris and I went to Walgreen's to get chocolate. I got a peice of dark chocolate for Coach K (1st period Health teacher) cuz we're in "competition" with 3rd period to be her "favorite health class". And dark chocolate is her favorite, lol. And I got a Symphony bar for myself (thanks to Laura's wise counsil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had soccer practice after school, and while we were scrimmaging, the sprinklers came on...and we were all wearing white shirts. I got blasted the first time it came on, so I didn't really care since I was already wet. A few of the guys from the football and wrestling team came and played with us, and that was fun, cuz some of the girls were a lot better than them. I played goalie and defense most of the time even though those are my two least favorite positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, I came home and raked leaves and did dishes to earn some money for this weekend. So yah, I gtg now cuz I need to be getting for school.....ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113171674188892226?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113171674188892226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113171674188892226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113171674188892226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113171674188892226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/but-beauty-of-grace-is-that-it-makes.html' title='&quot;But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113163211920758908</id><published>2005-11-10T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:15:19.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Homosexuality and Conservative Old Ladies</title><content type='html'>There is officially a constitutionally amendment banning Texas from recognizing gay marriage, or something like that. Not sure if I'm happy or sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was talking to my friend Kaitlyn (I probably completely butchered that spelling) and she was telling me that her mom and her saw a man wearing a dress one time. This old, old, old lady came up and after staring at my pants for a really long time (I've had them for years, YES they are completely worn out where I am short and have stepped on the backs) and telling me that her mother "would have put patches on her jeans to send her out to the fields", she said to Kaitlyn (referring to her comment about the man), "Have you ever heard of homosexuality?" We both nodded, trying to figure out what in the heck she was talking about and she stared us down for a minute and then left. Conservative old ladies scare me sometimes. She was probably in her 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 425 points in my Bible class! Mostly cuz I'm the only one who keeps track, lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soccer practice today, so yah.....fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I gtg to school. Bleh. For the second day in a row I have woken up to my dad's alarm down the hall at 7:45. Not good. So for the second day in a row I was quite rushed getting ready. Luckily, though, it didn't take me two hours to fall asleep last night. Yesterday was really good day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yah, I'll TTYL to whoever still reads this thing (before Chris, I hadn't had comments in 8 posts....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113163211920758908?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113163211920758908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113163211920758908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113163211920758908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113163211920758908'/><link rel='alternate' 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cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Athletic Tomboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'94'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Nerdy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'19'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'19'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'6'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;6%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Preppy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'6'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;6%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" q_id="" size="1"&gt;What type of girl are you?!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How accurate do you think it is? At least I'm 0% slut....lol *remembers lunch today* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Outgoing&lt;/b&gt;. You outgoing and you have a very friendly personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'88'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'81'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'38'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Dramatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;what kind of person are you? (shy,outgoing,fun,mean,immature,dramatic or nice?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, that's pretty much me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Soccer/Football Jocks&lt;/b&gt;. The jocks...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Soccer/Football Jocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Preppy Fellows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'35'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Skater Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'10'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Gothic Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Your Ideal Boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heck yes, soccer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Dramatic Eye&lt;/b&gt;. You are the dramatic eye. You love hanging out with your friends and having a good time. life is all about partying and having fun to you. ROCK ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Hurt Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Dramatic Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Starry Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'30'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Angry Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'20'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Crying Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'10'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sexy Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'10'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What eye are you (Beautiful Pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is kinda weird....?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Rocker, Mosher&lt;/b&gt;. Your A Rocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Rocker, Mosher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'45'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;45%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Prepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'40'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'35'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;35%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'30'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Chav, Townie, Rude Boy, Ned, Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'5'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;5%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Trendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'5'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;5%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Skater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What Group Are You? Chav, Rocker, Skater, Emo, Goth, Trendy, Prepy E.c.t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah, that one is weird, too..but, hey, I won't complain about being rocker. *plays air guitar and jumps around like a madman* Yah, they don't have my "group" on there....I'm just crazy, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/b&gt;. You are a gifted wizard and very loyal to your allegiance. Whilst you have a big heart and care very much about those around you, you can be a little arrogant and reckless at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'70'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Remus Lupin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'60'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'45'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;45%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'40'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Lord Voldemort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bwahaha, ex-convict! Go me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrighty, enough fun for today. Today was a suprisingly good day. Go lunch and friends and turkeys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Dani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113157341852804378?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113157341852804378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113157341852804378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113157341852804378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113157341852804378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/stealing-stuff-from-henri-again.html' title='Stealing stuff from Henri again'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113150778986086875</id><published>2005-11-08T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:43:09.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a really funny quote I heard today that I was gonna use as a blog title, but now I can't think of it. Darn.</title><content type='html'>So I have unsuccessfully tried to get that song out of my head all day...watch, it'll be the title for this thing on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after spending a grand total of 95 minutes and 44 seconds on the phone today, (I totally added those two phone conversations together in my head! Heck yes!) I came downstairs, cleaned, went back upstairs and tried unsuccessfully (that's a big word and I'm using it twice....watch me have misspelled it...) to call people again. So I spent a nice, long night to myself, and that is totally not sarcastic! I wrote, I read, I kept myself from falling asleep, and I enjoyed the laziness that comes from hanging in your pajamas since 5 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run and give someone a hug. It's the most weird urge to get up and go do something, and its really strong. I'm seriously having to hold myself back from running out the door, finding some random person, and giving them the best freakin' hug of their life. I haven't hugged anyone in who knows when. Despite the fact that people still hug me,  I have not hugged anyone in a really long time. I received abnormally long hugs from both Stephanie (is it a ph or an f?) and Marissa today....which, btw, I greatly appreciated despite the fact that I didn't hug back. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I gave someone a two armed hug. I have become to master of the side hug, which although being very useful at Sooner, is not very fun for the other 51 more boring and uneventful weeks of my life. The very hug I have despised and hated is now my hug! Curses on that! Somebody needs to physically force me into a two-armed hug tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, my day has been in some form uneventful. If I gave you a full account of my day, it would seem normal, even rather boring. But I spent a good deal of time talking to two people whom I have not carried a conversation with in way too long. I temporarily forget (or chose not to think about) some things that have been bothering me and enjoyed my own company. I found out I'm making a 102 in English (I feel like such an overacheiver!). And I am generally .....dare I say it?!?!......happy. Sort of. Not joyful, ecstactic (is that how you spell it?!?! it looks like that drug I can't pronounce...), gleeful, merry. Just....not sad. But more than that. Here, I'll make up a word for this feeling. Jobiurs. Ooh, looks French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom informed me that I have been spelling "swear" wrong. I swear I know how to spell it! I swear, I was checking my blog over when I posted and I noticed it was spelled wrong, but I was too lazt to fix it. I swear, I'll do better next time. I swear, I probably say "I swear" too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you asked for it (ok, you didn't, but I'm gonna pretend you did). You wanted a long post, and I gave you one. Took me a whopping 14 minutes to type it all up, and I've still gotta think of a title! So, yah, I'm gonna leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113150778986086875?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113150778986086875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113150778986086875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113150778986086875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113150778986086875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-was-really-funny-quote-i-heard.html' title='There was a really funny quote I heard today that I was gonna use as a blog title, but now I can&apos;t think of it. Darn.'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113145738456362240</id><published>2005-11-08T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:43:04.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"We could leave this town and run forever"</title><content type='html'>I just bought a new song on iTunes. I heard it last night at Barnes and Noble and I kept hearing the two lines I knew in my head and it was keeping from falling asleep! Still, I got a considerable amount more sleep than I did night before. So anyway, the song is Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard. Interesting song....so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungry. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and found that there was no milk. Grr to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and just to prove a point, I have to write a paragraph about Michael. You can just skip over this part is you want. Michael is a big fat loser who is superbly ugly and couldn't pass English to save his life. He smells of gym socks and rotten eggs, and should go take a shower, cuz I can smell him from 1.9 miles away. Yes, that's right. It's that bad. He would also be wise to start reading Dani's blog so she wouldn't have to write ugly things about him just to prove a point. Idiot Boy :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, it's 7:41 and I must go organize my binder. I'm in a bizarrely happy mood for some reason, but hey, I ain't complaining! Better than what I've been feeling like....the last two weeks. So yah, I'll TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til whenever I next feel like posting,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113145738456362240?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113145738456362240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113145738456362240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113145738456362240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113145738456362240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-could-leave-this-town-and-run.html' title='&quot;We could leave this town and run forever&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113142270714515293</id><published>2005-11-07T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:08:21.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"By the way, I have always found you extremely attractive."</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I bet you didn't know that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went with Mom and the boys to see Chicken Little tonight. Pretty funny. Then we went to Barnes and Noble, and I enjoyed myself in the World of Books. I sware I could live in that store....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so so so tired. I got about 6 hours of sleep last night, and the coffee wore off by third period, so I've been half asleep most of the day. So this is gonna be a really short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to go to sleep now. I may tell you more in the  morning if you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113142270714515293?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113142270714515293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113142270714515293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113142270714515293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113142270714515293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/by-way-i-have-always-found-you.html' title='&quot;By the way, I have always found you extremely attractive.&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113131432331197519</id><published>2005-11-06T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:58:43.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"And that's my favorite song..."</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday, my homie fried chickens! Which means I get to hang out with my bestest 11 year old friend in the morning, go home and be all my lonesome in the afternoon, and occasionally see other people in the evening. Good times. Can you tell I'm in a better mood? I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had lots of fun on Google Earth today. I'm still worried about Chris and I've been thinking about some other people who I haven't talked to in a while, but it's all good. I'm leaving for First Sunday Fellowship at the Carman/Kaki's house today. Go that! I want to jump on the trampoline....lol. I'm such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how the same song can make me feel different ways everytime I hear it. Sometimes it will put me in a suprisingly depressing mood, sometimes it will cheer me up. Sometimes it will make me feel unsatisfied, sometimes it makes me feel fulfilled. Just one song will put me in all these different emotions. I can say this about quite a few songs. Like, depending on my week, the song will mean different things to me. Today, as I play through my iTunes songs, they're all making me feel happy, yet like I'm still missing something. Isn't that weird? Lol, but I'm weird also, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right...I hope you had the time of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eiffel Tower casts a really big shadow. And the U.S. is suprisingly ugly...we have way too many buildings. Japan looks a lot like the U.S. At least Tokyo does. But I'm sure it's cooler. I bet it's colder than Texas. And Winnipeg, Manitboa, Canada houses have a lot of pools! You'd think they live in stinkin' Canada and have more pools than we do in north Texas! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think about the years I've spent just passin' through. I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of people. People I haven't seen in what seems like ages. So, if you think you might be one of those people, know I'm thinking of you. Dunno how many of y'all read this, but I thought I'd say it one way or another without having to call you all. *counts* Yah, I lost count. There's a lot. I counted for sure at least 7, but I'm sure there's more. Sooner counts as one. So that makes 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by? Cuz you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well, I need to go finish laundry before my mom and her chronies come home tonight. I'll TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113131432331197519?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113131432331197519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113131432331197519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113131432331197519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113131432331197519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-thats-my-favorite-song.html' title='&quot;And that&apos;s my favorite song...&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113124763215068242</id><published>2005-11-05T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:27:15.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Norway....Kenya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.You're good at so much - you never know what to do.Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, that's pretty accurate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of crap happened today. I talked to Chris a bunch, and he's got a ton on his plate. And worst of all, I am completely helpless and can do nothing to help him. No one can, really. I hate these kinds of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan fell off the bench and busted his eye. It's pretty bad. I was sitting next to him and was the first to pick him up. I called my dad and he came down and doctored him up. Apparently he busted a blood vessel on the side of his eye socket. His vision is fine, and it didn't damage any part of his eye since it was on the outside side of his eye socket, but he's still pretty sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have either sprained or broken my toe. It hurts like absolute crap, but I can kind of move it, so I don't think it's broken. I've been walking on it all day, so I'm fine, but limping is getting annoying already. Hope it feels better in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Garcia's. Today I found Brittani's old pants in my dresser...left here from Christmas. I washed them for her and plan to give them back as soon as they come (two weeks, right??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in til 10 this morning, which was pretty nice. So why am I exhausted at 9:20? I haven't even been up 12 hours yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I have seemed semi-depressed lately. Just a lot has been on my mind. That list has been about doubled since talking to Chris today. But it's all good. Maybe having someone elses problems besides mine to ponder on will do me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel semi-accomplished. I've caught up a bunch of laundry. I cleaned my room pretty much spotless...the only thing I still want to do is get the old paint and make touch-ups where I've scraped the paint. But red is kind of a weird color in paint....it might look really ghetto if I do touch-ups in certain places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a really creepy version of Zack and Cody on Disney Channel which my brothers are laughing at. They find it funny, I find it disturbing...is that a little backwards? If I get nightmares tonight, I'm gonna sue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so this post is kinda random, like today has been. I laughed my head off at points, and almost started crying at others. What's with that??? So yah, tomorrow my friend Rachel, who I haven't talked to in ages, is turning 16. I've known her since she was 9. That's just a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so I'd post a pic of Aidan's busted head, but my mom is out of the town with the camera. So, til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113124763215068242?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113124763215068242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113124763215068242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113124763215068242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113124763215068242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/forget-norwaykenya.html' title='Forget Norway....Kenya!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113114776632636967</id><published>2005-11-04T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:42:46.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why can't you just forgive me? I don't want to relive all the mistakes I've made along the way..."</title><content type='html'>So, this week's title is Right Here by Staind, thanks to Michael getting it stuck in my head (thanks a lot, Mike). Nah, but it's a pretty good song. At first I was going to put "welcome Home" but I thought this one better described how my week has been. It'd be superbly awesome if I could figure out how to put music on my blog....wish I could! I'll keep trying to figure out how. So today was...eh, ok. I've tried calling three people....two aren't home, one can't talk. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a weird feeling....being nostalgic for two months ago. Things were a lot different. I was happier. Sort of. I was more satisfied. But now I've got this feeling of....searching. Like there's something more than what I have right now. I've got to admit, my faith is seriously slacking. I haven't prayed in who knows when. I make excuses for myself at night not to read my Bible, and instead pick up old books I've read many times over. I don't act like I should a lot of the time. My language is slowly turning into something I don't want it to be. Not cussing, but I've picked up the lovely habit of saying "holy crap" and "oh my God" and phrases that I wouldn't normally say. Things that a few months ago would have been completely absurd and in my mind wrong are now surrounding me.....people my age talking about stuff that is perverted and stupid. And sometimes I'll find myself laughing at some of their jokes just to fit in. I turned in my first late paper today. I was too lazy to do it Wednesday night, so I did it today during Health and Geography. Late work is what made me fail in sixth grade. I'm not going down that road again. So, yah, mostly I've just unsatisfied with myself, I guess. I'm not living up to my standards, and that is really hard for me. I can be hard on myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I could be doing right now. I could be finishing the dishes. I could be cleaning my room. I could be starting laundry. I could be doing homework. But at the moment, I honestly don't feel like doing any of those. I feel like building a time machine and travelling back a few months. I want to find out where I went wrong and fix it before it gets any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too hard on myself? Should I cut myself some slack? Should I kick myself hard in the rear and snap out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I’ve been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;But just give me a break&lt;br /&gt;And see the changes that I’ve made&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got some imperfections&lt;br /&gt;But how can you collect them all&lt;br /&gt;And throw them in my face?&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;If you chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I’d still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re not intending&lt;br /&gt;To be so condescending&lt;br /&gt;It’s as much as I can take&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so independent&lt;br /&gt;You just refuse to bend&lt;br /&gt;So I keep bending till I break&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;If you chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I’d still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a commitment&lt;br /&gt;I’m willing to bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;I needed fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;I found what I need in you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you just forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to relive all the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made along the way&lt;br /&gt;But I always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;We always find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;If I chose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Would you be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113114776632636967?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113114776632636967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113114776632636967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113114776632636967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113114776632636967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-cant-you-just-forgive-me-i-dont.html' title='&quot;Why can&apos;t you just forgive me? I don&apos;t want to relive all the mistakes I&apos;ve made along the way...&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113106983171181992</id><published>2005-11-03T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:26:22.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:: I AM : white&lt;br /&gt;:: I WANT : - to take advantage of this weekend and DO something&lt;br /&gt;:: I HAVE : - good friends who love me even when I have a hard time loving myself&lt;br /&gt;:: I WISH : - I could remember more about my first year at Sooner&lt;br /&gt;:: I HATE : - when people tell you they're there for you, but they really don't give a crap&lt;br /&gt;:: I MISS: - Dear ol' Sooner Youth Camp&lt;br /&gt;:: I FEAR : - being forgotten&lt;br /&gt;:: I HEAR : - the news in the background&lt;br /&gt;:: I SEARCH : - for answers to questions I'm not even sure of. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;:: I WONDER : - why people cuss just to hear themselves cuss.....*coughahempaultaylorahemcough*&lt;br /&gt;:: I REGRET : - any time I have messed something up by talking before thinking&lt;br /&gt;:: I LOVE : - being told I am loved&lt;br /&gt;:: I ACHE : - in my stomach...those 200 cruches are still hurting four days later!&lt;br /&gt;:: I ALWAYS : - hug people when I'm in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;:: I AM NOT : - satisfied with my life as it is...not sure what I'm not satisfied with about my life, though&lt;br /&gt;:: I DANCE : - when I am sure no one else can see me&lt;br /&gt;:: I SING : - pretty much non-stop....I am almost always humming/singing something&lt;br /&gt;:: I CRY : - only if I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;:: I AM NOT ALWAYS : - as happy as I sometimes appear to be&lt;br /&gt;:: I WRITE : a lot. Most of it ends up in the trash a lot, though&lt;br /&gt;:: I WIN : - fairly&lt;br /&gt;:: I LOSE : - when I let myself&lt;br /&gt;:: I CONFUSE : - people with my random mood swings&lt;br /&gt;:: I NEED : - a hug. But when do I not? :-P&lt;br /&gt;:: name: Dansta the Gangsta, lol&lt;br /&gt;:: piercings: one in each ear&lt;br /&gt;:: tattoos : is my mom reading this....lol, jk, nada&lt;br /&gt;:: height : *sighs/8 4'11&lt;br /&gt;:: shoe size : 7-7 1/2&lt;br /&gt;:: hair color : not really sure....ask someone else, lol&lt;br /&gt;:: siblings : 2 brothers, Aidan (4) and Ian (3)&lt;br /&gt;Last...&lt;br /&gt;:: movie you rented : Mm, probably Finding Neverland. That was a long time ago....&lt;br /&gt;:: movie you bought : Yikes, that's even longer! For myself? I don't think I've ever bought myself a movie. Last move I got was Monty Python and the Holy Grail for my 13th birthday.....15 months ago&lt;br /&gt;:: song you listened to : I Hope You Dance&lt;br /&gt;:: song stuck in your head : The Months Song! ROFLMBO!&lt;br /&gt;:: cd you bought: Sheesh, again? I don't buy myself stuff! Probably Good Charolette, like 3 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;:: cd you listened to : my CD I burned myself a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;:: tv show you've watched : currently watching The Apprentice&lt;br /&gt;:: person you were thinking of : Michael, cuz I'm waiting for him to get on AIM&lt;br /&gt;:: you wish you could live somewhere else : hmm....Ardmore, Texas. Year long Sooner.&lt;br /&gt;:: you believe in online dating : Certainly not if you're my age. If you're 40 and want to go to those online sites, more power to you&lt;br /&gt;:: you drink = Dr. Pepper like an addict!&lt;br /&gt;:: you do drugs = Heck yes, I'm all about the Adderal ;)&lt;br /&gt;:: you smoke = only my Lucky Charms...haha, only my first period people will get that one&lt;br /&gt;:: you like cleaning = wow...am I honestly supposed to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;:: you like roller coasters = Hehe, The Titan is sooooo awesome! So, that's a yes. Everything I've ridden except for the Superman.&lt;br /&gt;:: you write in cursive or print = Depends what I'm writing. Sometimes I'll do a combo of both. My cursive is still icky, though.&lt;br /&gt;:: teenage smoking = if any of my friends did it, I'd be sad. But if they're making the decision to kill themselves a little faster, then that's there problem. They're idiots.&lt;br /&gt;:: doing drugs = Hugs Not Drugs.&lt;br /&gt;:: driving drunk = It kills.&lt;br /&gt;:: gay/lesbian relationships = yah, it grosses me out. Sorry if you think I'm conservative, but as far as that is, I am.&lt;br /&gt;:: soap operas = *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;:: food = Chicken alfredo&lt;br /&gt;:: song = as of November 3, 2005 8:14 PM, it's You and Me by Lifehouse. That could change at any moment, however.&lt;br /&gt;:: things to do = laugh with friends&lt;br /&gt;:: thing to talk about =  weird question....probably faith/religion. I love hearing other peoples' views&lt;br /&gt;:: sports = soccer, basketball, football&lt;br /&gt;:: drinks = Dr. Pepper. And water.&lt;br /&gt;:: clothes = jeans. jeans that fit without being sluttish.&lt;br /&gt;:: movies = LORD OF THE RINGS!!! &lt;br /&gt;:: band/singer = Hard.....Lifehouse and Switchfoot and Green Day right now&lt;br /&gt;:: holiday = Christmas&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;:: ever cried over a girl = not that I can think of...&lt;br /&gt;:: ever cried over a boy= not because they "broke my heart." More like I cried for them.&lt;br /&gt;:: ever lied to someone = unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;:: ever been in a fist fight = Only play ones :)&lt;br /&gt;:: ever been arrested = Nope&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;:: shampoo do you use = can't remember.....whatever is cheapest at Walmart&lt;br /&gt;:: shoes do you wear = boots, Converse, and flipflops&lt;br /&gt;:: are you scared of = heights, being alone, being forgotten, the dark, nightmares....lots of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;:: disney movie - The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;:: word : HECK YES!&lt;br /&gt;:: nickname - I don't really have a nickname that anyone calls me &lt;br /&gt;:: eye color - green. but I love my blue eyes, too&lt;br /&gt;:: flower - I love white and blue flowers...not necessarily a certain type of flower&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I AM&lt;br /&gt;:: pretty -  sure&lt;br /&gt;:: funny - eh, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;:: friendly - hehe, very&lt;br /&gt;:: amusing -  I think&lt;br /&gt;:: ugly - nope&lt;br /&gt;:: loveable - I hope so&lt;br /&gt;:: caring - overly&lt;br /&gt;:: sweet - most of the time&lt;br /&gt;:: dorky - haha, sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113106983171181992?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113106983171181992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113106983171181992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113106983171181992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113106983171181992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-white-i-want-to-take-advantage-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113102457922964271</id><published>2005-11-03T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T07:29:39.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend is someone who'll be there time and time again...</title><content type='html'>I dunno why, but I woke up feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely unexplainable. I had a lot of fun at church last night, I got to talk to some of my friends at lunch, I no longer have to stress about grades, cuz tomorrow is the end of the six weeks and I'm doing really well. My mom is leaving for the weekend with her friends, and my brother will be gone for a good part of the weekend, so I'll almost have the house to myself. But still....I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I kind of know why. It's nothing I really want to share on here. But mainly, I have felt, for about the past month or so, that I have suddenly been pushed down the priority list by all my friends. All at the same time, all of my friends, and yes, I mean virtually all of them, stopped having time to talk on the phone, stopped having time to go out on Thursdays for lunch, stopped having time to give me a hug, stopped having time to acknowledge that I was alive and breathing. And yah, that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's gotten a little better. A few of them have reacknowledged my existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you didn't know that was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at hiding that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had asked me these last few weeks how my friends were, how school was, etc. I would've put the most eneregetic happy face on and exclaimed, "Oh it's going great! I love it! My friends are great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, my friends get annoyed when I call. The find it a nuisance when I ask if they want to have lunch with me. They forget I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm overexaggerating. But that's how I've been feeling this last month. I've realized that by me keeping it inside, it has only gotten worse. How can a problem be fixed if you don't even know the problem? How you answer a question if you don't know what the question is? So today, I am being bold. I am telling you how I feel on the world wide web. I am pouring out my heart to you in this little box they give me to type in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am, for the record, alive and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113102457922964271?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113102457922964271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113102457922964271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113102457922964271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113102457922964271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/friend-is-someone-wholl-be-there-time.html' title='A friend is someone who&apos;ll be there time and time again...'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113093859068926320</id><published>2005-11-02T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:36:30.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the Lead</title><content type='html'>So, as I sit here at 7:13 AM waiting for my hair to dry, I'm feelin' a little preacherish. Something I heard yesterday at school has been on my mind and I feel like sharing it with whoever still reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former friend of mine from sixth grade, Bobby, was talking to a few other people of mine in World Geography. Being bored, I tuned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's whats the matter with the Bible. God said on the first day, 'Let there be light,' and on the sixth day, He created the sun."&lt;br /&gt;I sware I almost laughed at this one, because I KNOW for a fact that the sun was certainly not created on the sixth day. Yah, I can't remember those little nursery rhymes that have a little song about what was created on what day, but I do have the Bible to speak on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "3 And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night." And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.... 14 And God said, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark seasons and days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the expanse of the sky to give light on the earth." And it was so. 16 God made two great lights—the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars. 17 God set them in the expanse of the sky to give light on the earth, 18 to govern the day and the night, and to separate light from darkness. And God saw that it was good. 19 And there was evening, and there was morning—the fourth day." Genesis 1:3-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All light doesn't come from the sun. We are told in Revelation 21:23 that "The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp" and we know that "all things are possible with God." So who says the sun had to be the source of light? God didn't, so neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Bobby said was, "And supposedly Jesus didn't have any brothers and sisters." I have no clue why he's using this to try to prove the Bible wrong....but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Jesus' mother and brothers came to see him, but they were not able to get near him because of the crowd." Luke 8:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are told that we are we are "adopted through Jesus Christ" and that God wants us to be His children. He has adopted us through the blood of Christ so that we may be sons and daughters of His, like Jesus is His son. So, Jesus is and will be our brother, from the day we take on baptism and are washed in His blood and accept Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I have said anything? Should I have gone over there, looked Bobby square in the eye, and told him how wrong he was. Should I have taken the cross upon my shoulders and been ridiculed by my peers? Should I have tried to save the soul of a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasoning was simple. I didn't have anything to back me up at the time. I didn't want to start an argument for the sake of an argument. I didn't have time. I didn't want to. I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul? If anyone is ashamed of me and my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when he comes in his Father's glory with the holy angels." Mark 8:34-38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." Galatians 2:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you." Matthew 5:11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is my answer. So, there's my thought of the day. It's now 7:36 and I'm off to dry my hair, get my shoes on, and put my Bible in my backpack....just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113093859068926320?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113093859068926320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113093859068926320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113093859068926320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113093859068926320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-lead.html' title='Take the Lead'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113090462515236868</id><published>2005-11-01T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:12:38.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"What was Sandy's boyfriend's name in Grease?" "Danny." "Oh...crap."</title><content type='html'>Wow, so a LOT has happened in the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly yesterday, really. I woke up at 7 and remembered it was &lt;strong&gt;Paul's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;, so I called him and sang happy birthday, which I will get to do three times this week. Then I &lt;strong&gt;dressed up in orange and black&lt;/strong&gt; and went off to school. I found out I'm going to make an &lt;strong&gt;A in World Geography&lt;/strong&gt;, which I was a little worried about, so that's really good. And then my wonderful mother brought me and nine of my friends &lt;strong&gt;Sonic for lunch&lt;/strong&gt;, and despite it being cold and rainy, it was a lot of fun! We formed a "&lt;strong&gt;clob&lt;/strong&gt;" which we oddly named it...it was kinda like a half huddle, half group hug as we tried to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and my mom dropped me off at home as she went to get her friend &lt;strong&gt;Veronica&lt;/strong&gt; (who lives in Australia) from the airport. I stayed home and finished cleaning up for the &lt;strong&gt;Halloween party&lt;/strong&gt; we had for Fortress at our house. I took a shower and dressed up as a &lt;strong&gt;princess&lt;/strong&gt;, complete with my jeans, princess shirt, and goddy jewelry (it was actually my mom's old prom jewelry- go figure). Oh, and &lt;strong&gt;BOOTS&lt;/strong&gt;. I love boots. I can wear my jeans without rolling them up when I'm in boots. So, Fortress came. The party was a lot of fun! I accompanied a bunch of kids (along with their parents) trick-or-treating up and down our street. Then &lt;strong&gt;Katherine, Andrew, and I&lt;/strong&gt; went across Forest Park to the other side of the street and Katherine trick-or-treated up and down a few other streets while Andrew and I "chaperoned." I was Katherine's date and she kept holding my hand ;-P. And then I came home, and after everyone left I studied for two tests and did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then TODAY, I took those &lt;strong&gt;two tests&lt;/strong&gt;, and I think I did well on both of them. I've spent most of the afternoon/night &lt;strong&gt;researching and writing my paper for my science project&lt;/strong&gt;. Fun. Not. I did get to talk to some people on the phone, which was funno. But really, nothing much has happened today. And I've written a lot already, so I suppose I'll sign out for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PAUL&lt;/span&gt; (late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MICHAEL &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(early)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Dani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Left to right, Top: Katherine, me. Second: Preston, Faith, Preston's sister, Ian, Kristopher. Bottom: Jonathon, Brendan, Elijah. Not pictured: Tristan was also Batman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_07231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^I'm a pretty, pretty princess! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_07121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you wish he were your boyfriend? Too bad. He's mine! All mine! Right, Cara? You've officially betrothed him to me already right? Hey, Ashton and Demi can do it, so so can I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113090462515236868?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113090462515236868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113090462515236868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113090462515236868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113090462515236868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-was-sandys-boyfriends-name-in.html' title='&quot;What was Sandy&apos;s boyfriend&apos;s name in Grease?&quot; &quot;Danny.&quot; &quot;Oh...crap.&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113068520720383261</id><published>2005-10-30T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:13:27.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings...just another way people try to confuse me</title><content type='html'>Dani was responsible this morning. She got up at 9AM, showered, got dressed and came downstairs to eat breakfast, all before 9:25. Pretty good, huh? I had an hour to waste before church, and I was going to be good and get my brothers ready. I hear someone clunking down the stairs (I was slightly disappointed, as I've come to enjoy my time alone before anyone els gets up), and here comes my dad.&lt;br /&gt;"You do know it's Daylight Savings, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Does it &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like I knew? So, I now write and I've magically gained an hour and a half before church, and I am now doing my usual weekday morning routine....checking blogs and xangas, checking emails, listening to the same eleven songs I listen to every morning. So, I hope you all remembered to set your clocks, and are enjoying the extra hour of sleep that I am currently missing.&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Wommack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113068520720383261?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113068520720383261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113068520720383261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113068520720383261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113068520720383261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/daylight-savingsjust-another-way.html' title='Daylight Savings...just another way people try to confuse me'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113063944001958078</id><published>2005-10-29T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:30:40.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Some days are just good. Especially when you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept in until 11:30&lt;br /&gt;showered, dried your hair, and made yourself look nice&lt;br /&gt;went to a wonderful wedding&lt;br /&gt;saw three friends at that wedding&lt;br /&gt;ate until you felt like exploding with good food&lt;br /&gt;went to a party at a friend's house&lt;br /&gt;played soccer with friends&lt;br /&gt;laughed until your side hurt&lt;br /&gt;played old video games and realized you sucked at them but didn't really care&lt;br /&gt;ate Sonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, it's been a pretty good day. Chores even aren't that bad, because I'm in a pretty good mood. I really haven't got too much to say...Ray and Julie got married today, and the wedding was so sweet! And I suprised Marissa, Sarah, Megan, Chris and Elizabeth by turning up at the party which I had thought I couldn't make. It was so fun....we walked down to Triangle Park and played tennis and soccer. We play the Hedgehog game and I stunk but it's all good cuz I had fun stinking. And then we rolled red tape around and tried to knock the pepper down. And I won Mariss'a leftover pizza for knocking it down! Woohoo! Lol. Ooh, I've got some quotes of the day. I've gotta go finish chores since it's already 9:30....ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris you look lonely. Here's a racket." -Megan&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I was going for your hand, but ok." -Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dani, you don't hit the ball with your hands or your racket in soccer. Only your feet." -Megan&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, I didn't realize hitting the ball with a racket was even an option." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I didn't forget them....gonna hafta get Sarah to put those in her quote book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, love y'all. Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard Brave by Nichole Nordeman, you should. Good song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113063944001958078?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113063944001958078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113063944001958078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113063944001958078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113063944001958078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113054811609552437</id><published>2005-10-28T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:08:36.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Word of the day: ghetto&lt;br /&gt;What I wore today: brown shirt, jeans, boots, WOOL SOCKS! They're so darn comfy!&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the day: Talking to Marissa and Sarah....good talk.&lt;br /&gt;Worst part of the day: Calling the wrong number when I was dialing to my own stinkin; house! Sheesh, you'd think I'd know my own number!&lt;br /&gt;Best thing I ate today: Recess from the bake sale....so good.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite person of the day: Marissa....cuz she gave me TWO hugs&lt;br /&gt;Dream of the day: I dreamed I was late to 7th period and we had a group test and my partner had to take it by herself....weird, cuz that test was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Boy of the day: Aaron Smith, cuz he's gonna be the security for my band, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Girl of the day: Laura, cuz she's gonna be IN my band. (how much you wanna bet the "band" never develops at all?)&lt;br /&gt;Color of the day: Brown. It's been a brown kind of day, and I'm WEARING brown!&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Any slow, sad, country love song. I told someone today it's a sad country love song kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "It is because good is stronger than evil. Always remember that, Antonio. The smallest bit of good can stand against all the powers of evil and it will emerge triumphant." -Ultima, from &lt;em&gt;Bless Me, Ultima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliment of the day: "You're really white. Did you know that?" -Aaron. Goes to show I didn't get many compliments today ;)&lt;br /&gt;Happy event of the day: Ray and Julia are getting married tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Sad event of the day: I found out a sophomore form my school died from a brain tumor on Monday. His name was Erick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, hope that was enjoyable. I changed my title again...this week is Drops of Jupiter, AKA Paul's Song, lol. So yah, I need to go start laundry again. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow (actually, maybe not tomorrow, cuz I'm gonna be pretty busy, but I'll update ASAP),&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113054811609552437?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113054811609552437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113054811609552437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113054811609552437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113054811609552437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113044772929595142</id><published>2005-10-27T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:03:50.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from the table</title><content type='html'>So today's blog is going to be a little taste of lunch...or my lunch table, more like. Dedicated to all you table people...you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's a plastic SLUT???" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"No, she's a plastic &lt;em&gt;tray&lt;/em&gt;..." -?&lt;br /&gt;"Who called me Brittney Spears???" -Marissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dani, you should've been a natural redhead."&lt;br /&gt;"Yah, you've got that inner redhead in you!"&lt;br /&gt;"You know how to be a redhead."&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not exactly sure what they meant there, but, hey, it sounds like a compliment. At least they didn't tell me I act like a blonde, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go beat up Dani." -random boys standing by our lunch table&lt;br /&gt;"What????" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think they're talking about you." -?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a good thing we all don't have ADD. Cuz if we did, someone would've said, 'Hey, look, its Superman' and everyone would've turned around and you would've fallen on your head." -Paul (Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, I would've laughed if that had happened. Unless I had broken my neck. Then I probably wouldn't be laughing." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"It would've been even MORE funny if only one person didn't have ADD, and I fell and and they were the only ones who caught me. Then they would've broken their necks and I would still be able to laugh." -Dani (concerning me falling backwards off the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris doesn't have pajamas. He sleeps in his underwear." -Megan&lt;br /&gt;"Megan....how do you know?" -Dani&lt;br /&gt;"No! He told me! I don't know from experience!" -Megan&lt;br /&gt;"Now children, do I need to send y'all to health class? The best form of protection is abstinence....remember that." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;[evil look from Megan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have food, Aneisha doesn't have food, Dani doesn't have food, Megan HAS food. Ahem, Megan....." -Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dani got "lei'd" at school" -?&lt;br /&gt;[people turn around]&lt;br /&gt;"What???? Dani....." -? (concerning Hawaiian day at school where I was wearing a lei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese!" -Dani and Marissa singing the Cheese opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dani? Not in a hug mood? That's wrong!" -Aneisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's amazing how quiet things are when Dani's not in a good mood." -?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris is so in love."&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the way he just kinda stares at her."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, its so funny how she pats his head like he's a dog."&lt;br /&gt;"Awwww, Chris looks like a little puppy dog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to hug the world." -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, that's all I can think of right now. There's probably a ton I could come up with. Go The Lunch Table! We're gonna be famous someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113044772929595142?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113044772929595142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113044772929595142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113044772929595142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113044772929595142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/quotes-from-table.html' title='Quotes from the table'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113033258185825163</id><published>2005-10-26T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:16:21.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know my ABC's....</title><content type='html'>Ashlie wandered outside last night...we found her on our way to Don Pablos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the weirdo I am, I wrote a rap about our lunch table at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crudpickles is my new old phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Aidan, Ian and I went out to eat and to Ridgmar Mall last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go to sleep lately I have a weird dream that I came only vaguely remember in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time, I talked to Chris on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green shirts with penguins and cool bands...I'm so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck yes....good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issolette was my interviewee for my assignment in English. She was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackolanterns have been replaced with Mr. Potato Heads in our front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kocur is a really annoying last name. Nobody can stinking pronounce it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing is one of my specialities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name's not Ross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice things sometimes come in crappy packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna try to make some intelligent sentences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple is my school color, but I don't really like it that much. Even though I have a purple tie :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions are really annoying when you don't know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying to think of something interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I only have six more letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I hurry this up, I won't finish in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires and ghosts and stuff are really stupid and should not be associated with Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduate, I want to do something crazy and fun like hitchhike around Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is a really hard letter to think of anything to start it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I fell asleep in 5 of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz's last night so I wouldn't fall asleep in 5 of my classes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113033258185825163?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113033258185825163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113033258185825163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113033258185825163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113033258185825163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-i-know-my-abcs.html' title='Now I know my ABC&apos;s....'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113011805934916349</id><published>2005-10-23T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:40:59.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna steal this from my mom's blog. It's pretty funny. You type "[your name] needs" in Google and look at the first ten entries. Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs to be able to face those curbs alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those darn curbs are so difficult to face, though! Especially when there's a bunch of branches in the middle of the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs "help" but not of the physical type.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what type of help do I need then?? I think I'm pretty well off, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs to do something new, exciting that will serve her well later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good advice, I've always wanted to take up skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs revenge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my darn revengefulness....just hope it's not you I'm holding a grudge against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs the love, support and discipline that only two parents provide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my parents will agree that it takes two to handle me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs better conditioning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, but I just got some new conditioner! People have already been commenting on how soft my hair is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs to finish stuff alot more people are waiting on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tries to remember homework that hasn't been finished yet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite yet, it's only 8:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs him as he’s told her he’ll support her no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, how sweet! But now, who's "he"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dani needs to be sliced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm....ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so, entertaining, right? You should do this, too, cuz its fun. Lol, the first thing that came up was another blogger named Dani who did this...here's hers: &lt;a href="http://momm-eh.blogspot.com/2005/10/dani-needs.html"&gt;http://momm-eh.blogspot.com/2005/10/dani-needs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113011805934916349?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113011805934916349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113011805934916349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113011805934916349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113011805934916349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-gonna-steal-this-from-my-moms-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-113010605017037892</id><published>2005-10-22T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:20:50.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn so!</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty darn fun....heck yes, lol. Yesterday I was reminded of "previous plans" I had made for this weekend to go to Ridgmar with Paul and Amanda...thanks for the reminder. So, yah, that was lots of fun. Lots of laughing...me and my pyscho laugh. Amanda got Paul's birthday present, and I even helped with my lovely childhood rhyming skills. Haha, I'm not gonna give any more away. And then I had a smootie from Smoothie King. So, yep, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the grand opening of the pavillion at Newby Park...that was okay, I suppose. I walked home a little early cuz I have a fair amount of homework this weekend, but I haven't had the chance to do it yet. I did my bibliography for science this morning, and then I came home and read 5 chapters in my book. I also typed up my essay on the use of symbolism in The Scarlet Ibis, so I don't have much left to do. I finished my geometry last night....so, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I made a 96 on my retake for the Geography test....I sware that is the hardest class! On the last test, 22 out of 135 students passed, and the highest grade out of anyone was 86. I made an 82. So she let us all retake it, and I made a 96, so I'm pretty proud of myself. That should bring my 94 average up...I'm aiming for making all above 95. And no I'm not a "grade grubber" as my science teacher would say, I just think I can, therefore I am going to go for it.Hmm, so that's all I've got for now. I'm all sleepy and happy and stuff and I gotta go brush my cat, so I'll leave it at this for tonight. You'll notice I changed my blog title again...this one is Brave by Nichole Nordeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-113010605017037892?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/113010605017037892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=113010605017037892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113010605017037892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/113010605017037892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/darn-so_113010605017037892.html' title='Darn so!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112986038115490633</id><published>2005-10-20T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:06:21.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 20</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to write 20 random facts about myself for this blog...enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many people have told me I will die laughing...I probably will&lt;br /&gt;2. My one "near death experience" was from choking while laughing...Katherine, I know you find this funny, but it's not!&lt;br /&gt;3. There's something wrong with the piercing in my right ear&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a very cranky person if I do not have breakfast (referably cereal) in the morning&lt;br /&gt;5. I play guitar badly.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to watch soccer on TV, even when its in Spanish (especially when it's in Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;7. If I could, I would change my name to Dani (instead of Danielle) Larissa (means laughing.)&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite color changes everday depending on my mood. Today it's green. Yesterday it was brown.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I laugh to hide my other emotions&lt;br /&gt;10. People have tried finding my "off" switch for the giggle fits&lt;br /&gt;11. I got 20 points for giggling in Bible class Wednesday night!&lt;br /&gt;12. I love to talk about laughter&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;14. You will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rarley find me not talking, laughing, humming, singing, or making some form of noise. I am NEVER quiet!&lt;br /&gt;15. I am allergic to the cold.&lt;br /&gt;16. My lips are chapped&lt;br /&gt;17. I dyed my hair on Monday&lt;br /&gt;18. I like to fall asleep reading&lt;br /&gt;19. I want to teach 5th grade someday&lt;br /&gt;20. It took me ten minutes to think and type all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think of many things about myself, but it's 9:05 and I'm sleepy. I'll TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112986038115490633?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112986038115490633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112986038115490633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112986038115490633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112986038115490633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-20.html' title='Take 20'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112981401977465861</id><published>2005-10-20T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:13:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6:50-8AM</title><content type='html'>6:50- Awoken from a very interesting dream by the ever-so-annoying alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;6:51- Sits up and begins to decide what time to REset the clock for&lt;br /&gt;6:52- After setting it for 7:20, decides to just go ahead and get up. Turns off alarm clock, walks to bathroom&lt;br /&gt;6:55- Gets in the shower&lt;br /&gt;6:55-7:08- Wishes to be back in bed&lt;br /&gt;7:08- Gets out of shower&lt;br /&gt;7:10- Accidentally falls back asleep&lt;br /&gt;7:15- Wakes up, looks at clock, goes back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;7:30- Wakes back up and finally gets out of bed&lt;br /&gt;7:32- Pulls random jeans and a shirt from closet and puts them on&lt;br /&gt;7:35- Goes downstairs, makes a bowl of cereal, sits down at the computer&lt;br /&gt;7:48- Goes back upstairs&lt;br /&gt;7:48-7:58- Finishes brushing hair, teeth, repacking backpack, and finding shoes, socks, jewelry, and other random stuff&lt;br /&gt;7:59- Goes downstairs&lt;br /&gt;8:00- Sits at computer&lt;br /&gt;8:01- Realizes that a few things are still upstairs&lt;br /&gt;8:02- Goes back upstairs&lt;br /&gt;8:02-8:05- Searches&lt;br /&gt;8:06- Is back downstairs&lt;br /&gt;8:07- Logs into blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;8:07- Starts typing&lt;br /&gt;8:13- Finishes typing and begins waiting for dad to come downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is a typical Dani morning. Now I'm off to school, I'll TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112981401977465861?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112981401977465861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112981401977465861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112981401977465861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112981401977465861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/650-8am.html' title='6:50-8AM'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112968338683013664</id><published>2005-10-18T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:56:26.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>So today was picture day, and I felt really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my mom and I were at Target and I mentioned that we were having our school pictures the next day, and she was like "We should buy you something to wear!" Lol, so we did. I got this ivory colored silky shirt that's soooooooo pretty and a brown sweater kind of thing that clips together in the front with this rusty safety pin and only come down about halfway. And then I got brown boots, and they look like real boots, and I love boots, so yah, those are awesome. And then a pair of green and blue and rusty metal earrings and a matching necklace. But the best part was something I bought with my own money....I dyed my hair again. It's all reddish now....kinda scary, cuz this is definitely the reddest I've ever gone, but I like it. I counted, and 15 people commented on it today. Some said it looks auburn, and some said it looked auburn BEFORE and now it just looks red. I dunno, whatever it is, apparently everyone likes it, so that's good. So I just felt really pretty today. It helped that at lunch, as I was trying to recover from two miles of running since pictures were next period, some of my friends just started commenting on how pretty I looked! "Dani looks really pretty today." "Dani always looks pretty!" "But she looks especially pretty today." You guys are too much.....it feels good hearing someone beside your mom tell you you're pretty, so thankies :) Yah, so it was a good day...I felt good about myself, and not just on the outside. The one downside is I'm currently nursing two blisters on the inside of my feet from running....blech! But other than that, life bes good. Hmm, so I suppose I've talked enough today. I'd give y'all a picture but I didn't get one besides the one the school took. So, yah, that's all I've got for now. I sware I'm gonna try to talk about something interesting someday....oh well, love y'alls.&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112968338683013664?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112968338683013664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112968338683013664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112968338683013664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112968338683013664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112951800994282927</id><published>2005-10-16T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:00:09.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for dreams to come true</title><content type='html'>Sleep well, little children&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Beneath every star&lt;br /&gt;Soon the snowflakes will fall&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Every wish, one and all&lt;br /&gt;Laying under the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, little children&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant dreams through the night&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;So merry and bright&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll hear the bells ring&lt;br /&gt;Time for dreams to come true&lt;br /&gt;As the world waits to bring&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no clue why, but this felt like a good song to post tonight. Maybe there'll be something waiting for me tomorrow, whether or not it's actually Christmas. Love y'all, g'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112951800994282927?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112951800994282927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112951800994282927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112951800994282927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112951800994282927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-for-dreams-to-come-true.html' title='Time for dreams to come true'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112943351256704111</id><published>2005-10-15T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:33:24.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a squirrel in my guitar!</title><content type='html'>ROFLMBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, well, anyways, today was okay. Mostly I cleaned, did laundry, and played my guitar. Lots of guitar playing! I am getting a lot better at playing "You and Me" (check blog title)...I can sing along WHILE strumming the CORRECT chords...don't ask how good it sounds, lol, but I'm doing it. And I'm learning "Bless the Broken Road" (which was the last blog title, lol), but it's a lot harder. To give you an idea, I switch chords seven times in the first line, which has ten words. Sounds fun, huh? So, I have absolutely no clue how you're supposed to strum it, seeing as how I can barely switch fast enough to keep the tempo....maybe I'll get better. Yah, so anywho, I'm sleepy. I haven't even been up 12 hours yet, lol....I didn't go to bed til midnight last night and I slept until 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, so I don't feel like saying much again. Maybe I'll actually post something semi-interesting another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til another day,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112943351256704111?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112943351256704111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112943351256704111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112943351256704111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112943351256704111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-squirrel-in-my-guitar.html' title='There&apos;s a squirrel in my guitar!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112935176874744110</id><published>2005-10-14T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:49:53.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say, no energy to say it</title><content type='html'>I'll post more tomorrow, but here's my day in a nutshell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 on my Latin test!!!&lt;br /&gt;I made many peoples happy today at lunch with my sparkly personality and um, interesting senes of humor&lt;br /&gt;I went with stuco to the volleyball and football games in Weatherford...wooh!&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Megan, Julia, Sarah, James, and Laura&lt;br /&gt;We lost 28-0 football, won 3 out of 4 in volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, it was lots of fun. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112935176874744110?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112935176874744110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112935176874744110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112935176874744110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112935176874744110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-much-to-say-no-energy-to-say-it.html' title='So much to say, no energy to say it'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112917241298904068</id><published>2005-10-12T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:00:12.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just aren't inspired to blog. I wasn't inspired 20 minutes ago, but now I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to my momand suddenly I remembered one of my favorite movies as a child: Harriet the Spy. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Mom, do you remember that movie....Harriet the Spy? Didn't I want to be a spy when I was, like, 6?"&lt;br /&gt;My mom laughed and said, "Yep, I even bought you a spy kit for Christmas." All these memories of doing "detective work" around my house with my spy gear and my cousin Brittani came flooding into my head. I remembered sitting in my dad's old red Toyota that sat idle in the garage for years and playing pretend, using every ounce of imagination to make up stories with Brittani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching farther back into my memory, I thought of when I was in kindergarten and wanted to be a firewoman. Then a spy, and then in second grade an inventor. I came up with a brilliant idea to make a 2 person pogo stick. I collected all sort of junk and trash and little bits and tools and peices of broken toys that would all someday turn into my magnificent invention. This obsession lasted into 4th grade until I realized my true passion: writing. And since then, many "when I grow up I want to be"s have come and passed, but writing has lasted. Just tonight I asked my dad if he thought I'd be a good teacher. I've always been intereted in teaching also; more specifically, teaching 5th graders. In the last few years I have wanted to be a writer, a teacher, a photographer, an organizer, a musician, a resteraunt owner, and so many other things I can't even remember. I'll probably change my major in college a billion times until I settle on something. Right now I'm pretty settled on journalism, and then take my Teacher Qualifying Exam or whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so that's my thoughts for today. I've got so much more I could talk about....so much more I've been nostalgic about lately. Songs, books, friends, churches....old memories coming back. That's one of the few good things about growing is that you just keep getting more and more good memories. So, this time I'm actually gonna go do some stuff I need to do. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112917241298904068?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112917241298904068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112917241298904068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112917241298904068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112917241298904068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112917046704226653</id><published>2005-10-12T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:27:47.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PSAT- a Pathetic Stab At Testing</title><content type='html'>Yah, it's stupid, but since when was I good at acronyms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the PSAT today....the Math was harder than I thought it'd be and the Grammar was easier, but not much. Yah, so it really wasn't that bad, and it got me out of four classes, so I ain't complaining. I've got three test tomorrow, though, which absolutely stinks, plus I have to start really working on my science fair project. This is one of those weeks where it's a really good thing I only have to go to school four days....a lot is already going on. Thank goodness I did my English homework five days ago, so I get the night partially off. I still need to study for Geography, but that won't be too hard...mostly just reviewing what I already know. Hmm, so I really don't have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my title again on Friday, which will become habitual. So, I'll let you decide which song will go up next. Leave a comment telling me which you think would be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me - Lifhouse&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;On Fire - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;On the Other Side of the Radio - Chris Rice&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Home - Shaun Groves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112917046704226653?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112917046704226653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112917046704226653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112917046704226653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112917046704226653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/psat-pathetic-stab-at-testing.html' title='PSAT- a Pathetic Stab At Testing'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112903461188945640</id><published>2005-10-11T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T07:43:31.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do, nothing to lose</title><content type='html'>I have a lot I could write about today, but I don't really feel like writing. I'm not in a bad mood by any means, but I'm not that particularly happy, either. Especially considering I woke up at 3 this morning and puked out last night's dinner. I guess SPAM is meant for the mountains and only the mountains. Hmm, so my stomach is still somewhat upset, but conisdering I stayed home last week I'm trudging on to school today. I had so many weird dreams last night....one where I missed a week of school, one where I got lost looking for someone's house, but thankfully none about creepy faces in my wall that Michael discovers :-p. So yah, I need to go anyways....it's 7:42 and I have a few more things to do before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Hehe, I am slowly learning how to play "You and Me" by Lifehouse on guitar....I've got all the chords down (except for Bm and Cm, but that's just because I haven't even attempted at those yet....they're only used in the  bridge anyways). So that makes 7 new chords for me. Woohoo! Yah, ok, I really gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112903461188945640?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112903461188945640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112903461188945640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112903461188945640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112903461188945640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing-to-do-nothing-to-lose.html' title='Nothing to do, nothing to lose'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112896528638179812</id><published>2005-10-10T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:28:06.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Words</title><content type='html'>I am currently reading &lt;em&gt;Profiles in Courage&lt;/em&gt; by JFK for a scholarship I'm going to enter. I have to write an essay in 1000 words about a current or previous United States public official who has acted courageously in addressing an issue facing the US using the general theme of JFK's book and having various reliable sources to back myself up on. I also have to be sponsored by a teacher and have this all done by January 7, 2006. The first step is actual reading this very extensive book.&lt;br /&gt;It has a lot of Big Words. Here is just one sentence, very much like all the others, which I am being forced to inteupt while I read. "Some of my colleagues who are criticized today for lack of forthright principles- or who are looked upon with scornful eyes as compromising 'politicians'- are simply engaged in the fine art of conciliating, balancing and interpreting the forces and factions of public opinion, an art essential to keeping our nation united and enabling our Government to function." Phew, try saying that in one breath fast. So, as I read, I have to really think about what the man is trying to say....it's not like in other books I read where I may skim through some parts that I don't understand and I can get the general idea of what's going on. I don't understand ANY of this, and I have to really sit back and analize each word and put each meaning together to form an idea that JFK is trying to get through. What I've kind of figured he's saying in this particular sentence is that people criticize the men in office for compromising values and beleifs, but really they are just trying to accomodate the ideas and wants of the citizens they represent, which JFK thinks is what this whole nation is based on. And that's just one sentence out of the hundreds I have already taken in.&lt;br /&gt;But, since I am so interested in politics and government, this really is quite interesting. It is by no means an easy read, but I'm stumbling through. Who would've thought I'd spend my 3-day weekend reading the works of JFK on courageous politicians. So, that's all I've got today. Hope I didn't put you to sleep, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112896528638179812?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112896528638179812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112896528638179812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112896528638179812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112896528638179812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-words.html' title='Big Words'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112881970199571644</id><published>2005-10-08T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:01:41.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Construction Area. DO NOT ENTER!</title><content type='html'>Lol, just kidding. But my blog is under construction. I'm mostly working on the header and title and trying to make it look nice. I know that the description needs to be centered under the picture, and I'm going to try and make my colors in there correspond with the other colors in my blog, but other than that I'm proud of myself! Tell me if there's anything you think could use improvement in the comments. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112881970199571644?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112881970199571644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112881970199571644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112881970199571644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112881970199571644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/caution-construction-area-do-not-enter.html' title='Caution: Construction Area. DO NOT ENTER!'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112879359227573502</id><published>2005-10-08T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:46:32.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look at the stars"</title><content type='html'>Last night was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and created a header thingy for my blog (I've still got to figure out how to put it on the actual blog, but it'll be cool when I'm done). And then my dad came home, and since my mom wasn't feeling well, I went with him to the Symphony at the Bass Hall. It was a lot of fun! First we went to Chili's and he DIDN'T GET THE CHIPOTLE BLEU CHEESE BACON BURGER!!!! ALERT THE MEDIA!!!! I have to applaud him for that one *applause applause, clap clap clap*. Yah, so, food was good. I hadn't really had lunch since I had lunch detention yesterday. I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Symphony was really cool. We were in the "Lower Gallery" (which isn't low....) and the first thing they played was The Sorceror's Apprentice (if you've seen Disney's &lt;em&gt;Fantasia&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Fantasia 2000&lt;/em&gt;, you've heard it....it's the one with Mickey and the magical blue hat....). It was really cool watching them all play and realizing that I can identify quite a few instruments including the French horn, which I played in 6th grade. But what really mesmerized me was the drums....not sure what kind they were, but they were so powerful! The whole thing was really cool, and it was fun having the image of Mickey Mouse and a bunch of broomsticks playing through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they performed the Piano Concerto for the Left Hand. And, like the title suggests, the man played the piano with only his left hand, but if you were just sitting back and listening you wouldn't be able to tell. It was really cool watching his left hand move across the keyboard, almost looking like it was taking no effort at all. After intermission they played two more peices, which were both very beautiful, and then we left. Thanks, Dad, for an awesome Daddy-Daughter Date :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;em&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/em&gt; last night and I only love it more than I ever have. And I've decided that when I die, I want an excerpt read from this book at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'And at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better, like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens...They will all be your friends. And besides, I am going to make you a present...'&lt;br /&gt;He laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;'Ah, my little prince, dear little prince! I love to hear that laughter!'&lt;br /&gt;'That is my present. Just like that. It will be as when we drank the water...'&lt;br /&gt;'What are you trying to say?'&lt;br /&gt;'All men have stars,' he answered, 'but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travellers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You- you alone- will have the stars as no one else has them-'&lt;br /&gt;'What are you trying to say?'&lt;br /&gt;'In one of those stars I will be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You- only you- will have stars that can laugh!'&lt;br /&gt;And he laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;'And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will always want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure....And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, "Yes, the stars always make me laugh!" And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick I have played on you...'&lt;br /&gt;And he laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;'It will be as if, in place of all the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh....'"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1971 by Harcourt Brace and Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112879359227573502?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112879359227573502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112879359227573502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112879359227573502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112879359227573502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-at-stars.html' title='&quot;Look at the stars&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112868843789818474</id><published>2005-10-07T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:33:57.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now I'm just rolling home..."</title><content type='html'>You'll notice I changed my blog title again. I think I'll do this occasionally depending on my mood. This one is a country song by Raschal Flatts called "Bless the Broken Road." Carrie Underwood sang it on American Idol, and they actually came and performed with her on the finale night. I recently remembered about it and listened to it on Launch..good song. So, not much has happened since I last posted....mostly I slept, lol. So I'll post the lyrics for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there, you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m just rollin’ home into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112868843789818474?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112868843789818474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112868843789818474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112868843789818474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112868843789818474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-im-just-rolling-home.html' title='&quot;Now I&apos;m just rolling home...&quot;'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112863513002305568</id><published>2005-10-06T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:45:30.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mm</title><content type='html'>Yes, well, what to say about today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started all started about 8:18 AM....literally. 17 minutes before I'm supposed to be sitting in my first period  class, I wake up to my dad calling my name. I dunno why, but my alarm clock didn't go off this morning. So I jumped up, put on my jeans I wore yesterday, blindly grabbed a shirt from my closet and pulled a brush through my hair. I ran downstairs, stuffed all my homework back into my backpack and put my medicine in my pocket. I ran back upstairs, took a pair of socks and my shoes from my closet and came back downstairs. I carried my 30 pound backpack, my 30 pound brother, my shoes, and my purse all in my arms. Whoo, that was hard.&lt;br /&gt;I got to school about three minutes for the bell rang and went to the large cafeteria where my first period class was supposed to be, I thought. Apparently not. So tomorrow I get lunch detention because the class was supposed to be in the large &lt;em&gt;auditorium&lt;/em&gt;. And then, for some reason I still can't figure out, I had a steady stream of tears flowing down my cheek all through first period. I hope they don't think I was crying over a lunch detention....I'm not THAT big of a baby, lol. So, yah, as I did CPR on a creepy looking dummy, I was crying. I haven't cried in a really long time. I actually think that made me feel a little better for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had my first food about 20 minutes ago....after making up a Geography test, being the last in line to get my Student Council shirts, and going to the library to use their encyclopedias for a project due tomorrow, I had a full four minuts of lunch. And obviously breakfast wasn't that high on my priority list this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have good news. And no, I did not just save a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORT CARD&lt;br /&gt;Honors English 1: 100&lt;br /&gt;Pre-AP World Geography- 93&lt;br /&gt;Honors Biology- 96&lt;br /&gt;Honors Geometry- 95&lt;br /&gt;Health Education- 98&lt;br /&gt;Latin 2- 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! For the first time in my life, I made straight A's. Yah, well, my day really wasn't all that horrible...I have officially caught up all my work! So, yah, I'll write about something more interesting tomorrow, I promise. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;-Dani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112863513002305568?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112863513002305568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112863513002305568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112863513002305568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112863513002305568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/mm.html' title='Mm'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15596421.post-112847216281980907</id><published>2005-10-04T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:29:22.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-portraits</title><content type='html'>Dani had fun with the camera this afternoon.....hope you like 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_0906crop1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_918bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1020%20bw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15596421-112847216281980907?l=danithefreshfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/feeds/112847216281980907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15596421&amp;postID=112847216281980907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112847216281980907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15596421/posts/default/112847216281980907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danithefreshfish.blogspot.com/2005/10/self-portraits.html' title='Self-portraits'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06982772374990547207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.imageevent.com/stacyscraps/blog/websize/IMG_1003bw1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
