orangejuicebox

Hi, I'm Danielle, but you can call me Dani.
I'm from California, and I don't think I could live anywhere else.
I love young adult fiction, staying out until the crack of dawn, rock'n'roll, and bashing Taylor Swift.
I'm huge on profanity and sarcasm.
I spend most of my money on music magazine subscriptions, books, junk food, CDs, and more impulse buys than I'd like to admit.
I have this huge obsession with Asian snacks and I don't think that's going away anytime soon.
I try to take life as it goes, but I always end up fretting about the future.
I tend to use adverbs and the word "dude" more than the average person.
And I can't pronounce "year" and "theater" correctly.

I'm pretty talented when it comes to tripping over thin air, stuttering, and falling off the bed. I can't resist scratching an itch, I will organize my closet by color, and I can't stay in the same position for more than 10 minutes. I am the loudest when it comes to watching exciting competitions, I laugh the hardest at jokes, I daydream a lot, and I procrastinate often. Oh, and I'm a klutz.



My sleep acrobatics are so severe that I've had times when I've woken up completely under the bed with my pillows on the floor and sheets dangling from the side.

Hey, at least I don't snore.
------------------------------
"I'm lonely. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has its own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've got PMS. You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not."





P.S. My charts hold quite possibly the most inaccurate data in the world... I am terrible with this whole "scrobbling" thing. Forgive me?