The Danielle Series: Taking out the Trash

I go to throw my trash into the dumpster today...Throw the bags up.. into the dumpster. Get to this last Trader Joe's brown bag filled with the bathroom trash. Throw it up... OVER the dumpster. Trash falls out... My feminine products are now on the ground behind the dumpster.

The Danielle Series: The Death of an Itouch

Yesterday I was coming home from work and was listening to fun, dance music on my Itouch. I was enjoying it so much that i kept the music on while cooking my lunch, dancing around the kitchen. I had the Itouch in my back pocket to give me more movement. Well, after a bit I had to pee... Rather than pressing PAUSE, taking the Itouch OUT of my pocket... I decided to leave it in there so I could continue to listen while i peed? Bad idea.. Pulled down my pants, anddd the Itouch slipped INTOOO the toilet.... Music kept going oddly enough. Butttt then of course... it stopped...

The Danielle Series: Highlights from the Past

Junior High: The Bus

It was my first week at the Junior Senior High School.  I was a bit nervous being a 7th grader at a school with seniors. Older kids were so scary back then. As the bus pulled up to the school, I gathered all my stuff together. Big backpack stuffed with those heavy textbooks, gym bag filled with shorts, T-shirt, cleats, shing guards, water bottle, soccer ball, flute case. Needless to say, as I stood up from the seat I was a bit unstable. Rather than trying to get myself steady before walking off the bus, I decided to do it WHILE walking off the bus. Sure enough, I didn't quite make it down the steps. Instead, I tripped down the stairs and fell into a mud puddle. Everyone stared at me while i stood up, trying to rub the dirt off my khaki pants. What a great first impression.

College: Boiling Water

One night I can't get to sleep so I decide to make myself a cup of tea. After three minutes, I take the mug out of the microwave. The water inside it is boiling. I guess I did not get a steady hold of the cup because the water spills down my shirt and I drop the mug. I'm kind of in shock with the situation and am laughing about what just happened. Then I realize that i am IN PAIN. I grab a towel and wet it with water. I put it on the floor and I lay on the floor... on my towel... I call my dad to tell him what happens and he's like "Uh Danielle... You really should go to the emergency room." I'm like "I'm fine, I'm fine." Couple minutes later... Nooooo not fine. So i walk over to health services. It's midnight and I am walking in public with a bath towel wrapped around my stomach...I look like a freak. Then I get there, health services is dead. I'm laying on this bed waiting for them to give me the pain meds. They tell me I have second and third degree burns. So I walk out of there with bandages wrapped around my stomach. For about two weeks I have to go get the bandages changed daily and walk around school with a big bulge coming out of my shirt.... All because I have unstable hands.

The Danielle Series

Most of my friends know by now that I am a bit of a clutz... Perhaps that is an understatement. I have an above average amount of clumsy/ridiculous things that happen to me. I really do not know what i do to bring on these situations. Perhaps I need to slow down a bit or develop some street smarts. However, they do make funny stories. So I am going to start posting these. Anything titled "The Danielle Series" will be an embarrassing, moment that probably could have been prevented. Enjoy. :)

Craigslist Personals

If you ever ever looking for some meaningless, degrading, embarrassing words to read, check out the "casual encounters" personal ads on Craigslist. I was reading some yesterday. AND NOTTT because i was looking for a "casual encounter" on Craigslist! (had to save myself from that one before someone else asked "why were you on there?") But no, I enjoy some good humor. The people who post on this site, are ridiculous. I want to think that these people are joking... but you never know.

A Hobby

I need a hobby. I've been going on interviews and the hiring managers always say, "Great, you sound like you do so much. now what do you do for fun?" At this point I smile and think to myself. Can't tell them that i enjoy going out to bars and getting drunk with friends. Can't tell them the other...."non-interview material" activities i enjoy... Can't tell them i go on facebook and space out for a good hour or so. (although not recently! I got rid of facebook - hence my need for a new activity) What do i tell them?

But yes, now that i have rid Facebook from my life, i realize that i need a hobby. I cannot just finish my homework and go straight to bed. That is so depressing. I need to enjoy something before going to sleep. I do enjoy a glass of red wine, from the glass or straight from the bottle. Sometimes you just get to lazy to fill the glass! But seriously... what do young people do for fun these days other than those activities mentioned above? I enjoy cooking. But cooking at 12:00 am could be detrimental to my body. I know Facebook wants to be everyone's hobby. but no Facebook, you are not taking my life over. I will find another hobby and stick it in your face. I'll keep you posted.

A message to the female "go-getters"

Ok. This is what i really want to write about. Not to get all "Sex in the City" ish but we need to talk about a problem that many young women face. I cannot think of a term to generalize this idea, so i will explain it instead. As girls, our parents taught us to be go-getters. No longer did they only prepare us for a world in the house. They taught us to have dreams and more importantly make them happen. My parents always stressed the importance of excelling in what i do. I learned to figure out what i wanted and learned how to get what i wanted. I became a go-getter. In school I have excelled, in jobs i have excelled, I have a great group of friends. I have not done so well with relationships. All the lessons we learn about being "go-getters" are irrelevant when it comes to relationships. When we decide we like a guy, we can't go out and "get" him. We have to patiently wait for him. We have to act mysterious and say vague things. God forbid we be too direct. If we do, we risk being "too aggressive". It seems that the dating game has not progressed at the same rate as female independence. For some reasons those ideas that we can do whatever we want and make things happen do not translate well in the dating world. I am unsure what to do with this realization right now. I guess i will have to come back to it later...

Gen Eds

Gen Eds are really a waste of my time. To graduate and earn a degree i have to take a global diversity class. I thought requirement was satisfied by my "Comparison of US and Japanese Economies" class. Unfortunately it wasn't... I am now an unfortunate student of Middle East history. Don't get me wrong... the topic sounds interesting and it is really important to understand that part of the world. However, text books written by men who don't understand that their audience consist of freshmen... or seniors who don't really care... can be a bit dull.

As a senior i am quite busy. I am in that whole job searching phase of life. Searching for a job, actually becomes ones. You write cover letters, attend interviews, write thank you notes, start the process all over again. Then there are the finance classes i take. Case studies, exams. Oh and that honors thesis... So in the grand scheme of things... the 50 pages i am expected to read for my gen ed class... do not quite measure up. Yet these gen ed professors expect you to believe that their class is the most important thing in the world. Last Thursday i had to miss class to attend an interview. I e-mailed my professor ahead of time to let her know and to ask if there was a way i could make up the quiz. She said "No, you cannot make up quizzes. But good luck on the interview!" Uhhh... So what does that mean....? Does my grade suffer? Cuz uh lady... you can't ask upper managers to postpone your interview so you can take a general education quiz... "Oh yes Daniellle! Let me give you your own special day to come in so you can make that Middle East history class! I'll postpone all my meetings and projects just for you." No. This is real life, gen ed lady.

Seasonal Meanness

Well now that the sun is gone for the next few months, people are getting a littttleeee testy on campus. Including me.

The best picture i can paint for you of this... is on the PVTA buses:

Picture about 20 students, standing out in the cold for another late bus. It comes and it is packed. We all jam in, breath on each other, hit each other with bags, yell at each other to move back father into the bus. I made the mistake today of asking a friend why he was so tall. He responded... "because i am standing on the platform of the bus." We both chuckle at my stupidity. Meanwhile, i look around and see other people whispering and giving me smirks. Apparently i am not allowed to make a ditzy comment every now and then. So now i'm mad that people think i am unintelligent. The bus stops and some of us need to step off so others get off. I'm stand there, letting a few go, but then i spot an empty seat. Not thinking that other people still need to get off the bus i run back on. BIGGGG MISTAKEEE. Now i'm getting dirty looks from people and people asking what i'm doing. But i just have no energy to care!

All i can say... Is that the sun better come back soon.
Moral of the story: until then... be very very considerate on the PVTA

My First Entry

I have never done the whole blogging thing before. The purpose of this blog will not be to call Susie Q a... (you know the four letter word i'm talking about... starts with a c... See i won't even say it!) I'm not going to gossip. I'm also not going to post those so called "deep" lyrics by emo bands...

"These pills aren't working anymore
My guts are spilling out onto the floor."

I'm kidding! i'm kidding!

I guess i just find there are a lot of things that happen daily that are either interesting, funny or reflective that may be fun to post about and look back on.

Like today for instance... I started this new group project. One of the kids offers to give me a ride home. So sure enough i'm getting out of the car, walking quickly to the apartment, and whooops! fall on my face.. on the ice... Good first impression, right? They're gonna be like... how can this girl, who cannot manage to stay on her feet, get her head together to write ten case studies with us. What a freak. Get her out of here.