Dani? Oh yeah, she's an Egyptologist.

So... what's happened? Hm, I did my laundry! Yeah, nothing's happened. Except I watched The Prince of Egypt yesterday, and I realized that I really want to be an Egyptologist. Or an archaeologist. That would be incredible. :D

I really want some adventure in my life. Egyptology seems perfect for me because it's something I've always loved since I was young. I remember this one pop-up book on mummification I had. I would write "reasearch papers" on it (basically copying down all of the text of the book). It was so fun. Also, I loved playing out The Mummy (the movie, you know, with Brendan Fraser) with my barbies. My childhood friend Kaitlin might remember this. I would play my mom's new age CD and would pretend it was ancient Egyptian music. (I realize now that most of the songs were in Latin and some in French.)

There was something magical about that CD though:

Sedona, Arizona

On the way to Sedona, we stopped at our old house in Tucson. This park was my childhood.

Drawing in the car.

I love this place. Reminds me of the good ol days.

Ink spill of doom. Pissed me off.

Finally bought a cloche hat. I just have to have the occasion to wear it.

Bell Rock, Sedona.

Teeny tiny praying mantis.

Tlaquepaque in Sedona.

Creepy-ass motherfuckers.

New hiking boots. :D It inspires me to go out hiking more often.

Pau and my dad.

Creepy statue lady. Uncanny valley right there.

Ice cold river. Oak Creek.

This weeny didn't want to get in.

Until I dragged her in.

Funny picture. Water was really cold!

Family of javelinas.

DON'T BLINK.

The end.

An awkward as hell picture of me from three years ago

Oh god. If there's one thing this picture makes me feel (besides pity) is relief that I didn't remain physically fifteen years old. (I mean, of course I will always look younger than my actual age thanks to my short stature, but I don't have the ugly braces, nor quite that many pimples, and the awkward is thankfully at a minimum.)

Yay improvement! ^_^

Snow White Goes to College

I'm sort of at the beginning of a new era of my life. I'm at the cusp of adulthood (cusp. heehee.) and beginning the more mature and independent stage of my life.
To celebrate this mature-ness, I am going to list all of the great things that come with adulthood.

• Driving- I'm not yet terrorizing the streets with my awful driving, but after I turn eighteen, watch out. I'm not a huge fan of driving, but even I can't deny that driving means more independence. And just wait 'til I get my own car...
• Voting- It's just cool that I can have a say in how I'm governed. Every vote counts, right?
• I Know More About Stuff- This may sound shallow, and hey, maybe it is, but when I was little I would always think how it was so cool that adults knew so much. I couldn't wait to be smart like them!
• Independence!- I can now go shopping by myself, go to the supermarket by myself, go to the pool by myself. I used to be scared to do those things when I was young. I needed my mommy with me. I still want my mom with me sometimes, but that's different.
• College-  School back in the day was awful. Full of know-it-alls, assholes and bitches. And douchebags. So many douchebags. In college, there is no social hierarchy. Everyone is different, and it's all good.

Meh, I just decided that adulthood isn't all that great. Now some cool I used to do as a kid (that I still love doing):

•  Pretend- "Pretend I was a warrior elf lady who rode her white stallion all across the land!" "Pretend I was a witch who did magic and people came to me for potions to help them!" (*crush various plants with rocks*) "Pretend Harry Potter was my boyfriend!"
• Dressing Up- When I was little, anytime I could put on a costume I would. My mother loves telling the story of how every time I watched Snow White I would rush to my room and come out in full Snow White costume. If I could dress up every day in a costume, I would. Unfortunately, it interferes with life. You know how these things are.
• Writing and Sending Letters in the Mail- I did this for years after I moved. My friends and I would write all the damn time, and I loved it. I miss it. I have no one to write to anymore, and this saddenes me.
• Amelia's Notebook- Amelia was my first book obsession. My friend and I loved these books, and we even made notebooks ourselves, complete with a million stickers. To this day I still write my journals only in composition notebooks. They just seem so safe to me.
• Making Houses for My Barbies- When my sister or friends and I played barbies, we would make whole damn towns for them. And very detailed houses. Down to the tiny notebooks we made for them. I love little versions of big things and I want to make a miniature dollhouse one day. 

I really haven't grown up in some ways. My favorite shows are still cartoons, my favorite foods are sweets, and I still mess around with my sister as if we were six. In fact, this morning I got overtly excited when I saw that Danny Phantom was on. I sang to the theme song and squealed with joy. Latest proof of my immaturity:

 

Also, a little update on what I am currently reading. I have a list of fifty books I want to read this year and perhaps I'll post it tomorrow. For now:

Anyway, I had one heck of a day today. We did gesture drawings and blind contours in drawing class today. Ugh, and I have a French final to study for tomorrow. Better get some sleep. Buenas Noches.