boots boots boots

not only did i buy one pair of boots today, but two! two pairs for 20.00! one teal pair ofcow boy boots, and another pair of low brown cow boy boots with a pointy toe. i am extremely excited to wear them, although i am sort of confused as to what to match teal boots with? i love digging through cardboard boxes and finding treasures within them.

whatelsewhatelse?

philli again this weekend, deleware friday-saturday, philli saturday-sunday, nj for the rest of my life, ready to get out of this place, i just want to live where i keep traveling hours to! 2 1/2 more months of dreadful routine torture. goodnight.

warehouses

this past weekend i took my second trip this month to philadelphia, this time, instead of traveling alone, i was joined by sally. we trecked all the way to the great city of cheese steaks for a party our friend at his warehouse. as the train ride was exciting, i felt relieved to finally end up outside the warehouse, totally weirded out about where i had ended up and how i was going to get inside. sally and i followed the music and found the entrance to the warehouse, which was through a courtyard. as much fun as i had, i also found myself getting extremely lonely as the masses of people grew. the party got more and more crowded, and by 3 am i was ready to go sleep and cuddle sally. we cuddled all night, mainly because it was cold, and woke up 4 hours later to voyage back home. philly, i will be seeing you again (this weekend!) i need to stop spending money on traveling. maybe i will live in philly one day soon, i wouldn't mind that set up at all. i always thought it was new york for me, but my loving city of manhattan has found itself more and more filled with sex and the city wannabes and less and less genuine people who have bigger and better goals than becoming a fashionista with a expanding black book and shoe closet. 

polaroids from the weekend:

pictures from recent travels

thank you park slope






thank you philadelphia






thank you new brunswick

i havent written in this for a while only because i think i have not been doing anything exciting.

ironically, my life has picked up a lot since i have actually been blogging.

too much to mention, don't really know where to start.

i went to philadelphia: about 3 weeks ago to see my booboo lia. i have been trying to develop the pictures but each time i go in waving my disposable camera, the cvs guy shakes his head no. apparently, their machine broke and the mechanic is to be expected any day now. am i the only one still using one hour photo development?

i went in some random guys van: he was a friend of my friend jon but the entire ride with him was terrifying. he drove a 1970s van with parts from the 60s. i think he thought he was really cute the entire time, a real bachelor with the awesome ride and the bed in the back. i saw two things: his beer belly 7 years in the making, my life flashing before my eyes.

i was taught how to cheat parkway tolls: jon claimed to me that he has been cheating tolls since 2005. i didnt believe him. he showed me his magic wrist action when we drove up really close, he looked as if he was throwing change in, and we sped off, his hood on the whole time and my hand covering my own face.

i went to new brunswick: and went to a party with my bestie sally. it ended up being an amazing time. i don't know how much of the party i should disclose about in my blog, but let me just say, some night!

i am 17 for one last day: today is my last 17 day. 17 has served me well. it was a year of lessons. 16 was a year of rebellion and changes, this was just a year of lessons. i now know how to do my own laundry, see through people and pick which ones to trust, control my cynicism, deal with my mother, take trains.

for 18 i wish myself: more trains, more men, more laughter, more fur, more 1980s romantic comedies, more content, a good college acceptance, a good year!

it is beautiful outside!

it is gorgeous outside, even though unbearably windy, i almost got lifted off my feet, but i needed that sort of rush feeling! i like it like this, esepcially typing on my laptop and sunshine coming through the window instead of cloudy cloudyiness. i reread the bell jar in the last couple of days and i honestly dont know how i loved it so much as a naive 8th grader because i totally relate to it a lot more now than i could have ever as a 13 year old girl. its a wonderful story about a girl feeling trapped by expectations and society and boys and school and just the general pressure of living until she stopped feeling anymore, went to a insane asylum, and witnessed craziness all around her until she finally lost her virginity and got better again. what i need is the touch of a man, and then ill be good too...hahahaha do i totally sound like a loony now? maybe i am, maybe this is the slow documentation of my going insane.

anyhow, from the totally sane part of me, i also want to say that tomorrow is valentines day and because ive never had a valentine, i have nothing to compare tomorrow to other than another day, but the difference with tomorrow is and the past valentines days is that i am going to philadelphia to see Lia. I am very excited by this because not only do i love lia very much and would love to spend cupid day with her, but i have heard so much about this city and although ive gone a few times to shows, ive never actually goneeeee to philadelphia. my friends who frequent the philli warehouses often compare it to the lower east side so hopefully, i will love the city as much as everyone does. the past year of my life has been very philadelphia themed. my ex left me for philadelphia, my cousin discovered philadelphia and made a new group of friends there who evidently are friends of friends of absolutely everyone i know, making this world that much smaller for me, and now i get to see it for myself. i will write about my philli adventures when i get back.

lately, i havent been feeling so good.
i dont know if its because i gave up coffee or not, and that was like my signature thing, a cup a day, kept me sane, level headed, good, now i sleep all the time and feel every sense of pathetic-ness that i have in me. i can live an entire day and not remember any details or anything substantial about it that i can smile about, and then i get up, and it happens all over again. it feels like everyone got into college so far except me, but that doesn't even bother me so much anymore, i just want to sleep all day and listen to beat happening and do absolutely nothing else.
a girl once came up to me at a terrible party (i hate the fact that i actually went, but i was with friends, the decision was not in my hands) and this girl comes up to me and says "its you!" and i had no idea who she was, i just assumed she was as loony as me. she ten carried on to tell me that i have been in every SAT room with her and she is fascinated with me and how i dress up in shiny clothes to take the exam and i chug my coffees while the proctors yell at me that i am keeping everyone from starting. i no longer feel like that danielle, i miss my coffee, i miss my shiny clothes, i miss my rebellious badassness. i think im going to start it all up again tomorrow.

fever of 101, death

this will be in fragments because i can't think, or roll my eyes, or move really. i have a high fever. it hurts. i need to write or do something. to waste time i watched the motorcycle diaries. fantastic film. gael garcia bernal is not only a genius but the sexiest man under 5'11 to walk the universe. ugh. kill me. and save my body for when gael is ready to take it. moving on, it was about che guevara, before he took over Cuba, about a road trip that taught him about the peoples of South America. completely inspirational. did you know that i once too strongly believed in socialism? i shouldnt have written that online, dont they have black lists for writers like me? see you on the dark side.

pictures from the best weekend (prior to my getting incredibly sick)