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- ɴᴀᴍᴇ : danielle rae weaver
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ : danny
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : female
ᴀɢᴇ : eighteen
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : straight
- Well, um, hi there? I'm Danielle Rae Weaver. yah, big name for a small girl. Its pretty self-explanatory to pronounce, and please do just call me Danny- Danielle is too long. Anywho, just call me whatever you'd like I mean your options are pretty limited because of the length of my name. That being said, I am currently eighteen years of age, my birthday falling on the day of March sixteenth. But I'm not one to use that as a bad thing, I'm actually pretty responsible for a young for a girl who's living on her own- believe it or not. I admit, I do have connections If I ever wanted to drink or smoke, but an addiction is the last thing I need. The only addiction of I have is for gum, and thankfully I always have a pack in my purse. I apologize ladies, but I am one hundred percent straight, meaning I only like guys. Though, I do not have anything anyone who is, infact, of a different orientation then I am. My brother is actually Bi, and currently he's dating a guy- so, why would I have anything against my bro? Lastly, I am a girl. Now, isn't that part quite obvious? If that hasn't been obvious that you might as well be blind... I am a girl with nice and pretty sunkist skin, bright blue eyes, and dirty-blonde hair that falls a few inches below my shoulder blade. I do not need you to tell me I look anything near a male because I'm pretty sure a male doesn't have boobs- now correct me if im wrong on that bit of info... That is unless they're obese...Anyways, anything you'd like to know about me? Bra size? hah, you're hilarious, now get the h-ll out
- ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs : fun, sweet, open
ғᴇᴀʀ : dark, death
ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs : gumaholic
sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ : prep
- How can I describe myself, technically I'm someone I've never met... Right? I guess the only way I really know myself would be as a very light-hearted person. I mean, it runs deeper then that, yet technically I just don't take things to heart, and I let things roll off my shoulders- never really being one to believe what others say. That's a really good things sometimes, like when people point out your flaws and precisely tell you about them- trying to spur you up and make you feel bad. But I just roll it off, never let it get to me- why exactly should I care what someone else thinks, frankly it's a waste of their breath. Yet, in a way, this little 'gift' can also be bad. I've been told multiple times by multiple guys the simple phrase with three words in it; 'I love you.' Some meant it, some didn't. But I would have never known if they truly had because I never took the words seriously. 'Sides, all I am is just a teenage girl coping with life- everydays a new change for me, you cannot expect me to all of a sudden drop everything. I guess being lighthearted has its up and downs, but thats what life is all about; coping with the storm and waiting for a bright day. If you met me, as in confronted me fact-to-face, you'd know right off the bat that I'm a very friendly person and that I love to just randomly chat. I guess I tend to be open and expressive, but that could make me vulnerable- which is definitely not a good thing. The good thing about that is is that I know when I need to talk and then when I need to shut up. I know when I'm pressing it too far, and it's just showing that I care- I can't just drop everything and stop caring. People call me a social butterfly, I guess thats somewhat accurate? But why label everything? I mean, you have labels for everything. Recently I was called fake, and if you know me you know I am nothing of the sort- I truly am the person that everyone see's. I guess some just cannot accept all this awesomeness in one person. Arrogant? Nope, not a bit. I don't flaunt myself out there nor do i throw myself in a bikini and walk past every hot guy I see- I do have self-respect thank you, my momma raised me well. Speaking of my momma, she taught me one thing growing up that I'll never forget, 'Never be the one to throw the first punch in a fight.' Now, I can be very protective, and I'm sure you'd be surprised to see a girl of 5'4 holding off a fight- not exactly my strongest of points. But, unlike momma said, you can sure as hell bet I'll be the last one to throw a punch
- ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ : jonathon weaver
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ : amelia weaver
sɪʙʟɪɴɢs : joseph, kyle, and thomas
ᴇx : a few
ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ : boulder, CO
- Well, there really isn't all that much to say about my past. I pretty much grew up as a little girl who lived at the ball-park because her brothers played all-year-round sports, or I was the little girl you'd see at the barn who would work hours and hours so she could spend more time there. Let's rewind that up, just a bit, though. I do have three brothers, and they are all older then me... Isn't that fantastic? NOT! The only plus-side was growing up to meet their cute friends, no harm done there. Well first, theirs Joseph, he's the eldest- he's twenty-nine, happily married, and has two kids of his own. Then there's Kyle, more or so the wild child of the group, he's twenty two and soaking up the bachelor life- currently single, and still attends college. Lastly, theirs Thomas, he's the sweet-heart of the three, and he's probably the one I'm closest too as well. He's only twenty, two years older then me. I don't know how my parents managed the lot of us, I mean, four kids- three boys and one girl, I could never dream of handling that. I grew up in a small country home, not to far from town though, but my child-hood home, and only home, was pretty much built on a plot of land with endless fields. Well, of course we were going to take that space for advantage. My mom did grow some vegetables out back closer to our home, that way we had something hand-grown. In my opinion that is far greater then what any food-store can supply. See, my dad was a business man, a lawyer, pretty well-known around our parts too. It wasn't until I was nine that he was given a permanent job somewhere in the southern area of California, not like our small little home. I had to say goodbye to my home, friends, and my little pony- Rusty. City life was not my thing- yet every summer my mother and father would allow me to return to a little barn, thats where I grew to learn to ride. It was practically what I did all summer, and I wouldn't trade it back. My parents did get money, alot, with the new jobs, and my brothers did grow older. Soon it was just me in the house- so days became slow. That is until I bought my handsome boy, Finny, and then thats where the real story starts
- sᴛᴀᴛᴜs : single
ᴄʀᴜsʜ : liam
ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏɴ : - funny
- pretty eyes
- smile and laugh
ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғғ : --
- yah, I'm single- and straight, thank you. I mean, its not exactly all to surprise- I usually back off a bit from guys, because growing up in CA has two me two things; firstly, don't buy anything that seems too low to be good. And secondly, all boys want to do is get in your pants. So, yaup, I'm still single and strong. I mean I guess I'm strong enough to manage on my own, look how far I've come now. Sure, I've had maybe a few boyfriends in high-school, and maybe one or two were serious, but It doesn't matter anymore, right? But, love, if you plan on stalking me and wanting to know what I do and don't like, well, you're at the right place. I just take an interest into guys with cute smiles and laughs- I mean, I don't know, don't all girls? And any guy who can make me laugh, whats the fun in dating someone who can't? Anything I don't really like? Well, can't say anything- I've gone out with different guys. I dated one with tattoo's and piercings, one with class and money, and one who was a jerk who smoked- so I've given a taste to the lot. Hah, guess my heart truly lies in the sea's of forever alone
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