We're Chillaxing.

Okay, so you know how there were always those people that when you ask who their best friend is they say their brother, or sister?? Well, I used to make fun of those people. I used to think, wow, they are so lame, they can't even get a best friend?  But that was also back in a time when I thought I wanted to be a professional volleyball player. Opinions change. and my opinion of being best friends with a sibling is completely the opposite now.  I TREASURE my relationship with my sister, Stefanie.

She is 8 years older than me, and I don't really remember her while I was growing up.
We never had a relationship because of the huge age difference.
I mean, there were times when she would do stuff like this. {picture on the right} and I look at those pictures but I don't even have memories associated with her face. [that's because of another really long story about me blocking out my childhood] 
Then one day, my mom moved out of state, and Stefanie moved to Provo with her boyfriend. 
I don't know specifically when, but we learned to rely on each other, with our mom off in another realm.. 
 From around October of 2011 Stefanie has been my best friend. I can tell her anything, and she will listen.  but only after she makes fun of me for five minutes.

I have the best relationship with her and her husband, Mike. I swear, they are the cutest couple since Carrie and Big. They are both too weird for anyone else. Stef does Beep Boop, and Mike does... Mike..
You should see some of the snap chat videos they send me. [I honestly don't know how they have friends.] But if there is one thing I know, it's that they are meant to be. I've never met any couple whose personalities compliment each other better than theirs. I one day hope that I can be as cute as them, and find a husband who loves me as much as they love each other.

Tell me you don't want to be that cute. ^^^

Me and Stefanie are so alike in many ways, and different in just enough. I really don't know where I would be without her. She, if anyone, has been the greatest example in my life. She is the best sister, and friend I could ask for.  I love you, Stef.

xx, danielle

Love.

In the spirit of Valentines Day, I thought I should post something about what I love.

now give me these chocolate lungs

I love the body. the science of how we live and breathe and think and speak and blink and smell, and focus, and taste and how we try to keep ourselves at an equilibrium. We get cold chills to heat our body, and get back to the normal temperature. It's literally Le Chateliers principle, in ourselves. Just in a model that you can see without having to boil, and mix questionable chemicals in a laboratory. [sidebar: whenever I say/type laboratory I think of Dexter, from Dexter's Lab, saying, "DeeeeeeDeeeee, get out of my LabORatory!!!" anyone else? no? ok] I think it's amazing, that our lungs know what they were meant to do, that we can convert O2 into CO2 inside a microscopic amount of space in the lower branches of our bronchi. I love that when we breathe, we are pushing our diaphragm down, creating empty space, which then by the laws of gravity creates a vacuum, which therefor sucks the air into our lungs.

and I especially love the heart. The heart has always been my thing. Maybe because of my fascination with love... who knows.. I think it is the most unique organ of all. the heart is what keeps you living. It pumps atrium to ventricle, over and over and over again. it never does anything else. It beats for no one but you.

 Then theres the brain. Oh my goodness, the brain. how is even possible that we have at least 100 BILLION Neurons in our heads? and with every two of those is a Synapse. those create the signals fired, telling our little messenger cells to tell our big toe that it hurts because we just jammed it on the corner of the kitchen counter. In literally a milisecond, a message goes from our head to our toe. [If that doesn't shock you, this might..] The synaptic gap, the gap between one neuron and the next, is about 35 Hydrogen atoms. does anyone have a fraction of a clue of how small that is? It's amazing. we are amazing.  We are walking phenomenons. We are the paragon of miracles.

 

You can call me weird or call me nerdy or call me that strange girl who is obsessed with hearts and chemistry and anatomy, but it what I love. it's my passion. I crave more knowledge about it. I sit at home and read about the heart, and new discoveries in medical and chemical research. it all fascinates me to no extent. and I am proud that I love what I love.

Now, Que the alone-on-Valentines-Day-bit-of-advice,  if your physical heart doesn't rely on someone else to keep you alive [except during times in which Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation {CPR} is needed, obvi] than neither does your fictional, intangible heart. So why can't everyone stop complaining about being alone on Valentines Day, and celebrate the things and the ones we love, as a whole? it's not required to have a babe, in order to enjoy the day. Go tell someone you love them. I promise, it will make you happier than you would expect.  

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!

xx danielle

Music Monday.

I'm thinking about doing a weekly music thing. lets get real here for a minute. I LOVE music. more than I love to hate boys. or love to love boys. [you get it]. so without further adieu...


 For the Country lover.

For the heavy hearts.

For those who need a happy boost.

For the rest of you.

xx danielle

Heck ya, Brother.

Oh kids. Sweethearts was last night, and if you've been following my blog, you know that Jeremy Street asked me. I honestly don't know where to start. ha, that' a lie.

So, I started the day in a huge hurry, because Jeremy called me at 11:30am saying that he was on his way. and I had just gotten out of the shower.... [let that statement sink in.] Any girl can sympathize with me here. I had to blow dry and do my hair and do my make up and get dressed in twenty minutes. I don't even think I had that much time. My grandpa comes downstairs and tells me there's a boy waiting for me and I told him to give me five minutes. I hurried and brushed my teeth and went upstairs to find Jeremy sitting in my grandmas sitting room. I felt terrible for making him wait! but he didn't seem to mind. Being late is one of my biggest pet peeves, and there I was calling the kettle black. We left my house and picked up the another couple and followed everyone else to Colton Joyners cabin up Spanish Fork Canyon. The last road we had to drive up was snowy AND muddy and there was a cliff. I was freaking out. I thought I might die cause we were sliding everywhere.

{Jeremy, Me, Mosiah, Brittany, Drake, Naomi, Colton and Sam}

We got there and set everything up to shoot. It was easily the funnest day date I've ever had. I love shooting, and I haven't gone in a year or more, so it was perfect. and watching the girls die over the kick of the gun was hilarious. Especially Brittany Grimm, she screamed every time, but she was still a trooper. Sam Wuergler had a freaking perfect aim! I was so surprised. it was like she did it once a month. Naomi is just the cutest, and I would have some more pictures if she had ever sent them to me! Don't worry, I will post them later.

smolderrrrrrrrrrrr

 

Everyone went home and I went straight to Alexis' house to get ready. Let me just tell you, that girl is a saint. She helped me curl my hair and let me borrow her shoes that were brand new. talk about a real best friend. Last second I decided to put my hair up instead, but it worked way better. I only got two pictures with her because I was in such a hurry to get home so I wasn't late, again, when Jeremy got there. That would've been so embarrassing.

After he picked me up, we headed up the hill to get Mosiah and [wait for it] a DEER HIT OUR CAR. did you catch that? A deer, literally ran into the side of his car, as we were driving. It was pretty ironic seen as the conversation we had been having was about driving safely. It was just so crazy. all of the sudden we see a deers head above his side-view mirror and then a huge thump-bump. haha, Jeremy said I screamed, but I don't believe him. Needless to say, it put a damper on our night, but we quickly got over it at dinner.

{I blame this pose on the James Bond Themed}

Speaking of dinner, it was delicious. We ate at Outback Steakhouse. which is perfect for me because i am a steak-kinda-girl. Dinner was hilarious because of Drake, he was easily the funniest one the entire date. I love that kid. and Jeremy was constantly saying, "Heck, yeah, brother" [hence the title]. I started keeping count but I lost track. 

and it wouldn't be dinner without the bathroom pic.

Dinner took a little while, and we got done around 10. so we tried to hurry to the dance, and then, you'll never guess our luck, Colton's truck slid on the ice and hit a minivan! So freaky. I mean how could two accidents happen in one night, to one group? It was nuts. There were 3 or 4 cop cars, and the firetruck and the ambulance all there because of protocol, but either way it made a big scene. I don't think the truck was really harmed, besides a flat tire and a scratch or two, but the minivan got the brunt of it. By the time all of it was cleared up, it was almost 11, so the dance was over. Instead Sam had her parents come and get her, Naomi, and Anna. Then Jeremy, Mosiah, Brittany and I went back to Jers house, and watched a scary movie. and unfortunately I couldn't finish the movie because I had to be home for curfew. Luckily, there was no trouble on the way home.

Honestly, Sweethearts was such a fun day/night. I liked how eventful and chaotic it was. It made for the most memorable dance I've been to. I am so happy I went with Jeremy, he was fantastic. I wouldn't have traded that dance for anything.

{isn't this picture so stinkin cute?? I died. He made the picture look good. not me.}

xx danielle

dear genie,

I've been thinking about tweeting this for two weeks. but the 140 character limit makes it hard to properly express any sort of emotion.

If I had three wishes:

1. I would use the first to ensure financial stability in my life. I mean, I could end up marrying a man who wants to be a school teacher. And nothing else. Don't get me wrong, I have thought about being a teacher as well, I'm not saying its a poorly chosen occupation. I just mean that when I have kids, I am going to want to stay home and raise them. How would I do that, and live the lifestyle I want to live when we are living off one measly paycheck a month?  I just know that as soon as I am financially secure, my future will be less stress and more fun.

2. My second wish is something that I've always wanted to do. I guess it's the nurturing, motherly side of myself talking here, but I would wish for the ability to literally take away everyone's pain. Physical, emotional, spiritual, any type. I guess that's kind of why I've wanted to be a doctor my entire life. Emotional and spiritual suffering are feelings that cant be fixed by others. They are internal wars. People can temporarily make you feel better, but really the pain just comes back. and you may think that I want to take away pain because of all the people hurting and mourning the loss of Sydney Bruning and Parker Allred. Yes, I would like to look at all of those people and tell them it's going to be ok, and have them believe me, but it goes much further than that. I want to take away all the haunting thoughts that every teenager/adult/child has about themselves. I want to take away all of anger we hold toward others, for petty things. I don't want my friends to think they are worthless. It breaks my heart to be on the phone with someone and to have them tell me that they think so little of themselves. Especially when I think so highly of them. I think that we are walking miracles. We all have our own story, no one has had an easy, breezy, beautiful [covergirl] life for the entirety of their existence. Everyone hits a low at one point or another. I just want to make that low a little less dreadful.

3. My third wish is undecided. I would want to save it for a rainy day when I absolutely need something crazy. and I would like knowing that I could do whatever I wanted and whatever point in time.

xx danielle

“One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.” - Michael J Fox

“Bullying builds character like nuclear waste creates superheroes. It's a rare occurrence and often does much more damage than endowment.” -Zack W Van

“People try to say suicide is the most cowardly act a man could ever commit. I don't think that's true at all. What's cowardly is treating a man so badly that he wants to commit suicide.” - Tommy Tran

"To live in the hearts of those we love is never to die." - Thomas Campbell

watch your words.

okay. I have it good. I do have my fair share of drama, and family issues in my life, but I am a happy person. My daily thoughts include: marriage, boys, grades, my mom, marriage, my sister, grades again. chem test chem test chem test, wow, I really gotta pee, where's alexis? I hate not having a phone. 

and there are people out there, genuinely struggling with life. while those ^^ are my thoughts, they're hoping their dad doesn't hurt them tonight, or their mom doesn't say derogatory things to them again. then when they get to school they are being bullied, and I KNOW how much a tiny sarcastic comment can hurt. The other day in chemistry, a boy looked at me and said, "Wow, you look so tired, you have huge bags under your eyes." and although that was anything but sarcastic, I literally teared up in class.. I could've started bawling if Q Bailey, and Jonny Bradshaw hadn't have stood up for me.

No one truly knows what another person is going through. So why one earth, would you ever say something rude to another? Because you feel threatened and it's your defense mechanism? Because you are insecure and feel you need to be "funny" for people to like you? Or maybe you just flat out don't like the person.
but the thing is, is that none of those are valid reasons to hurt someone else. How do you know that those people you jokingly bully aren't taking it to heart? how do you know that on a daily basis they think the world would be a better place with out them in it? YOU DON'T. so why risk it?
You're just adding to their daily struggles.

I hope everyone's eyes have been opened today. The recent events in our little school district have shaken everyone. It's all over twitter, and instagram. I am sure there will be many absent students tomorrow, and grief counselors for the people that show up, even though they aren't emotionally strong enough to face the day.

People make fun of me a lot because I get in these moods, about once every other week, where I tell everyone in my life, how much they mean to me. I tell everyone my genuine feelings for them. and they appreciate it. I feel better about myself, and I think they get a little boost too. I think more people should openly express how they feel.
you never know when it will be too late.

xx danielle

RIP Sydney Taylor Bruning 

Everyone come to PG High School tonight for a candle light vigil on the football field in her honor.
8 PM.

Sodas and Sweeties

well, don't hate me cause I am posting twice today, but this one definitely deserves the second-post-in-one-day honor.

so , a really cute boy, named Jeremy Street, asked me to Sweethearts! to be honest, when I found out he asked me, I was so shocked. My only thought was, "why would he ask me, of all girls?" [yes, i am a self-deprecating girl. get used to it, cause 99% of us women are.] Regardless, I was/am excited and nervous. we all know it's possible to feel both, so don't question it.

he asked me by bringing some cupcakes [they were delicious] to my house. they each had a little flag in them with the letters of him name mixed up between them. then each cupcake had a letter that said sweethearts.
anyway, it was cute + yummy. the perfect mix. and, I do have pictures of it. but I will have to show you lates.

tonight, me and my best girl Alexis Hayes answered our dates. She was asked by Maxwell Rasmussen. just FYI. she did the whole fish thing, it was super cute. then I answered Germy [inside joke not to be taken offensively] like this. you're welcome for the quality pictures.

for those of you with weak Corneas, this reads, 'Jeremy, I would be "Soda-Lighted" to go to Sweethearts with you.' I put old fashioned sodas on his door step with tea lights. soo, it was clearly punny. Ok, you have to realize how hard it was to not bust up laughing. Alexis and I were literally holding our breath, tryin not to make a noise, because we could here his mom RIGHT by the door. I heard her talking about the weather pretty clearly. Also, the bottom of his driveway is pure ice. [Thanks Jeremy for not putting salt on it. #disappointed] So running back to the car was not possible. instead we hid behind what I am guessing was his car, for a good 5-7 minutes. But I am almost positive Jeremy never came out. I know his mom did, cause I think she took pictures. but when we went back to the car, the soda and candles were still chillin there, like no one's business. Come to think of it, I am not even positive it was his house... that would be awkward.
                                                           I AM SO EXCITED.
anyway, that was my night.
now, do yourself a favor and call your Optometrist. We like healthy Corneas around here.

xx danielle

hello friends

Oh, dear ones,

I don't even know where to start. this isn't going to be one of those cutesie blogs, with cutesie pictures and posts about all my awesome clothes. sorries. this blog is mine and only mine, I am probably going to post [too much] about the boy I like, or the music I love and school, and dances, and all the shit going on in my life too. So if you want to follow, I would truly be honored. otherwise, well, whatever.

oh, I am warning you now, I don't plan on refraining my use of swear words. don't like them? don't read.
My blog will be the honest truth. and that's about all I can guarantee you for now.


xx danielle