A Walk Through Time

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Good morning loyal readers,

    Nothing really pisses me off on the weekends so I don't really have anything interesting to blog about. Not that theres nothing going on in my life right now, but I'm gonna keep that close to my chest for right now. In the meantime, here are two blog posts I wrote over five years ago. Some diligent readers might recognize some of these names from the modern era. Enjoy a walk through time with Daniel.

Feeling: Actually Really good :)

Dear Blog,

Jackie is sick and Grace gave me all the WRONG answers for the whiteboard!!! X:(

How typical of her to give me the wrong answers and have me present in front of the class, LIKE AN IDIOT! And on top of that, Sam "Stupid" Slaughter didn't even bother to look away from his stupid phone while I was presenting. Not to mention Mizz Nelson }:-) told the whole class about how wrong I was, And this is just the first period. All the haters that have wronged me in this class are gonna pay one day.

DEEZYB OUT

Bloggas,

Three posts in one day. Honestly, I am surprised I have not talked about my engineering class because this is easily the longest 47 minutes of my day. First off, I don't even like architecture that much, t just took this class so i could get a fine arts credit. Honestly, this class used to be pretty fun. I used to sit with da pill poppa himself, Jackson Bishop (read his blog (Link on homepage] >>). But then lieutenant Venhorst moved me because I was "Creating a disruption" but the only thing I said to Jackson was "Up yours" in a completely silent hand gesture. Anyway, now I sit with Diego, Ben, and Anders. Now Jackson just sits on the other side of the room looking one of three emotions:

Angry, bored, or tired. Most days he just straight up naps though.

Diego is always calling Anders, Ben, and I gay because we have Xbox. Jackson and I are pretty sure Diego is actually gay though, like for real. Anyway, we've been working on the same project every day for a month. Confession time: I actually have no idea what I am supposed to be doing for this project I have just been messing around on the house creator program. I'll bet you i get an A in this class anyway.

Feeling: Not Gay

Day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different

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    To my loyal fans,

Many of you have eagerly been waiting for a new blog post, and I am a Dan of the people. Right now I am sitting in my news editing class waiting for Colleen to say some shit to me because lord help me today is the day. I don't care I'll go to jail.  

**EDIT**

It had not been 10 minutes and she is throwing shade at me. I said there weren't really any graphics in CBS News Evening and she said "Really? No graphics?" like I was stupid or something. Yo no se estupido! Rylee did have my back though because she was like yeah there's no graphics. Then AND ONLY THEN does Colleen say "I'll take your word for it." Sorry, what is the fucking problem with my word? Not good enough for you?

In other news, I will consider the beef with Ashley officially squashed. She finally came out to Legends. She also cried the whole time and it was like really weird. Then she tried to leverage her crying into me and Rylee buying her drinks. We held strong. But right then I decided not to whoop her ass. I will hit a woman, but never one that's already crying.

I got home from Legends at around 1 a.m. I decided to have a nice nightcap of 2 hours of warzone. Practically a lullaby. I only screamed at my TV twice but I didn't wake the baby so all is well.

Lately, Sofia has been gone and I forgot how boring my two other roommates are. Like they're nice people but a little bland. Diego just sits in his room working on his Godfather 2 video essay. So far he's got it slated at about 2 hours but he keeps rewriting his drafts. I keep telling him that anything anybody has to say about Godfather 2 was said 30 years ago but he insists "the key details haven't been brought to light yet." Mira could be dead or alive and I wouldn't know, and I wouldn't care. She comes downstairs from her apartment once a day to make a cup of tea and photosynthesize. She is what you would call a "low-energy system." She's mostly fueled by stress. She can eat food but usually it isn't necessary. One time she had a cashew and was good for a week.

I really don't have anything bad to say about anyone particularly. Today the rage in me resides. Soon it will be released. Stay tuned for the day of reckoning, Daniel fans!

P.S Check out the sweet ass song I posted on my page

Feeling: Resolved ☮️

The King has returned, Long Live the King

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    Waddup Daniel heads, long time, new moniker, no see. I'm sure you're all wondering what could have possessed me to pick up the pen. What could have pissed off Dan today?

                                                        ---24 HOURS EARLIER---

Nothing really happened 24 hours ago, I mean I lived my life but nothing super out of the ordinary. I just wanted my story to have that extra zip. Also I didn't get any sleep that night so I just had a 16 oz Red Bull which is already really big. Did you know they made 20 oz cans? But I digest...

                                                        --- 12 HOURS AFTER THAT---

Kind of getting lost in the whole timeline of this whole thing. Actually, I just ate breakfast so I'm kind of forgetting what I was so mad about. I had bacon and hash browns. No eggs :(. Anyway, I am remembering. Last night after class Rylee and I were liming for like six hours. I needed to blow off steam because Ashley DeLouise Gilbert wanted to start some shit and me, being the levelheaded Dan that I am, decided to defuse the situation but boy does she get on my nerves. So Rylee and I limed until like 3 AM despite us both having the same 9:30 am. I dropped Rylee off at her place and parked her car at mine because she just cannot be bothered I guess. All she does is take and take and gives nothing in return. I heroically convinced her that we need to go to class tomorrow morning because I cannot afford to miss any more points in this class. 

    I woke up this morning to the sound of my alarm which was this shrill blaring noise and it really put me in a bad mood. Turns out it wasn't my alarm it was Rylee and she was mad because it was 9:25 and I was supposed to pick her up right then. We got to the studio at a modest 9:50. There we were greeted warmly by our teacher Colleen. By warmly I mean not warmly at all because she threw shade at us despite us being like the only two cool people in the class. My b John and Nathan, but Nathan you know you're a piece of shit. Colleen had explained to us that we were all working on story pitches, but she said it like somebody who lives in apartment 23. She said "Well for we've been reading the news for the last 20 minutes looking for ideas so..." like damn just say you're obsessed with us. Ms. Gilbert was there but she was being a coward. She hid in the soundproof studio so she could run her mouth behind my back. I got eyes and ears Ashley you do not want these hands. Anyway, I scheduled an appointment on Ashley's Google calendar to whoop her ass. If anybody wants to place bets we will be at the horse ranch Thursday at 3:30. I'm a two-to-one favorite.

Feeling: Scholarly 🤓