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A Day in the Life of Danielle
July 25, 2000

Age:
17 years, 2 months

Looking forward to:
Senior Portraits

Required Reading:
Native Son
by Richard Wright

Last Movie:
What Lies Beneath

Song of the Moment:
Thankyou
Dido

What's Spinning:
No Angel
Dido

Talking to:
EddieToran

Craving:
Watermelon

I'm feeling:
Melancholy

Sisterly saying:
"You never know..."

Monday, July 31, 2000
I took my senior portraits today. I haven't had that much fun in the longest time. Today was a welcome respite in what has been the most boring summer I have had since I was nine years old.

I had planned to wake up at six o'clock in the morning to do something to my hair, but I overslept. I spent the night organizing my room. I saw a book about Feng Shui at Brentano's at the Beverly Center yesterday, and I was inspired. Anyway, my mother had to wake me up at 7:50 AM. Frantic, I ran to the bathroom becuase I had to take a shower. I did that, and at 8:10 AM, I was blow-drying my hair, and the hot curlers were hot. My sister showed up to help me curl my hair; I attempted to go for the wavy look. I did my make-up, and at 9:10 AM, my mother was honking the horn. Yes, indeed, it took me over an hour to get ready.

Mr. Dlugolecki's photo studio is in Burbank, and my appointment was for 10:00 AM. Because my mother doesn't drive on the freeway, a twenty minute drive on the freeway became a fifty minute drive using side streets. I was amazed that we even made it. (I probably should't be talking. I don't drive the freeway either. It once took me an hour to get from Pasadena to home. But that's another story.)

I had signed up for four different pictures: the required school uniform photo (used in the yearbook and on the IH halls), a personal photo with my sister (how cute), a formal picture that features me in faux fur (Tyra banks in her faux fur photo shown here [yes, she went to my school]), and the cap and gown photo (which I think is ridiculous because we don't even graduate in cap and gown [we graduate in long white dresses]).

Four outfits equals two hours equals sixty-five dollars. It amazed me that he kept on clicking. School photos usually amounted to "click click". Okay that's it. Senior portraits means look at the camara. Click. Click. Smile. Click. Click. Look at my hand over here. Click. Click. Don't smile. Click. Click. Give me a big smile. Click. Click. Show your teeth. Click. Click. Turn your body. Click. Click. Okay, get into your other outfit, etc., etc.

It's almost embarrasing how many rolls of film he used on me. About four of my classmates were there while I was taking pictures. Diana had two poses. Tanya had two. Loujuana had five. Marlena had three. Mr. Dlugolecki said that there was a girl who had signed up for six. That means three hours.

Anyway, we left at noon and decided to have lunch. We went to the California Pizza Kitchen across the street from Ikea. Their Oriental Salad is pretty good; it's crunchy.

So we drove home, and here I am.
Posted at 03:29 p.m. by Danielle.

Saturday, July 29, 2000
My senior portrait session is on Monday. With that picture, I will be immortalized on the hallowed halls of IHHS. I will forever haunt the students whose locker occupies the space below my picture. And I, being a woman of great heart and right conscience, have vowed to do my best to look good.

I went shopping for make-up today. Make-up is such a lucrative business. Beauty means money. Beauty doesn't come cheap, you know. The people behind MAC and Clinique must be millionaires. Anyway, after experimenting with Prescriptives (I didn't like their concealer stick), Estee Lauder (not my style), MAC (the man with the green hair scared me), and Stila (too shimmery), and I went to Nordstroms and got a beauty lesson from the LORAC counter. Carol Shaw, the maker of LORAC, names her lipsticks after the movie stars who use them. For example, the Ashley lipstick I bought in June is named after Ashley Judd. Thanks to Caryn of the LORAC counter, my face actually looks ready to be photographed. Anyway, I did buy some make-up. Luckily, she gave me one of those faces that you color in with make-up so you know exactly what you're doing when you go home. I know I'm going to screw this one up. I love make-up, and I have more than I deserve. I probably have about thirty lipsticks. I never use eighty percent of them, but I like that they're there. My mother tells me that she never wore make-up when she was my age. I tell her it was too hot in the Philippines to wear make-up. Yes, it was.

I think I'm going to go play with make-up now. My mother's worried about me becoming a make-up artist, though. "If you want to be a make-up artist, why do you need to take AP Physics?"
Posted at 08:17 p.m. by Danielle.

Friday, July 28, 2000
I woke up at 11:50 a.m. today. Or shall I say, my mother woke me up. I had had a hard night of downloading. I walked to the computer and my sister was sitting there. She tells me the good news. Napster can stay online -- at least for the time being. So the Napster mania, countdown, etc. was for nothing -- at least for now.

I signed up for the Princeton Review today. It's amazing how much money parents are willing to spend on their children's futures. $895. They guarantee that it will raise my score at least 100 points. If I don't, I get to go to a refresher course. If it didn't work the first time, why would it work the second time around? I'm getting a lot of anxiety from this college thing. My dining room table is flooded with applications. My mother sat me down yesterday and asked me what I wanted to do. I want to do a lot of things. I really have no idea where my life is headed. I don't know where I want to go to college. I have about four majors in mind, and they're completely different. That's the problem with me. I want to do everything, but I don't know where to start. I think my mother will have brain aneurism from the shit I put her through.
Posted at 11:59 p.m. by Danielle.

Thursday, July 27, 2000
It's amazing how many people act and think like me. Hehehe. This morning, Kevin and Bean on KROQ were talking about downloading as many songs as possible before tomorrow night. Anyway, if you're going to get on, get on now. There are so many people online right now, it's great. And everybody's being so nice. It's absolutely wonderful. If you like Metallica, I suggest that you download their songs now. They can't do anything about it.

I disappear
Posted at 10:59 p.m. by Danielle.

Thursday, July 27, 2000
So a federal judge shut down Napster. How horrible. Jed the Fish broke the news to me when I was driving around the neighborhood. Of course my sister was outraged when I told her. Vanessa thinks that everything is a cause for outrage. Now I think her goal is to download as many songs as she can before Napster really shuts down on Friday. I wonder how many other people have that goal. Truly, I think Napster has done wonders for the music business. Have you any idea how many 80s bands I've rediscovered because of Napster? Dexy's Midnight Runners, The Gogos, The Bangles... Not to mention The Cure and Bananarama. Remember Toto and Simple Minds? Okay, I'll stop now. The music of the eighties was great. I can't say as much for the clothing. The hair was pretty bad too...

To Lars Ulrich: Not everyone is downloading your music. Don't flatter yourself.

Don't get me wrong. Metallica is a great band. They've managed to stay around for a long time, and their music gets better as they get older. However, it's sad that they have to ruin Napster for all the other up-and-coming bands who aren't as big as Metallica. Share the fame, Lars, share the fame.
Posted at 10:53 a.m. by Danielle.

Tuesday, July 25, 2000
Jerel finally showed up this afternoon. I'm still pissed off with him. He won't dj our school dance, claiming that we're too cheap. Three-hundred dollars for four and a half hours sounds quite reasonable to me. You'd think that your cousin would give you a great deal. Anyway, that means I have a couple of days to find another guy and get those fliers ready. My ass is grass.
Posted at 11:11 p.m. by Danielle.

Sunday, July 23, 2000
I went to CityWalk with my parents and my sister today. It was hot. I dislike the dry valley heat. Anyway, we watched X-Men and What Lies Beneath. X-Men was an amazing movie. If you haven't seen it, you must. It wasn't just another traditional take on another comic book; it was a story about bigotry and what it's like being different. It was like another trip to the Museum of Tolerance. What Lies Beneath, on the other hand, was a cliche filled summer thriller. The movie seemed to go on and on...and on. Anyway, that's all I have to say. My mother wants me to get off this bloody computer and finish my summer reading.
Posted at 8:35 p.m. by Danielle.

Sunday, July 23, 2000
Yes, I jumped on the weblog bandwagon. A little late, but it's better than never. Anyway, I've always wanted to have an online diary, but I've always been very lazy. I'm not exactly sure what I want from it. My religion teachers have always told me that keeping a journal is good. I have tons of them. They'll make you laugh when you're a bed-ridden 82 year old with nothing else better to do. Read if you must. Criticize if you will. Judge only if you have walked a mile in my shoes.
Posted at 01:35 a.m. by Danielle.