Call me Danielle (Dani if we're particularly close) and you shall receive a hug. Currently twenty and living in a bubble. It is my secret ambition to be a Squirtle. Simply an Aspie who loves Scrubs, Pokemon, Harry Potter, Starkid, television, and appreciates random musings that tickle my fancy. Expect a sprinkle of quality, plenty of reblogs, rants, complaints, neuroticism, randomocity, some laughs, and a few sprinkles of worthwhile tidbits.
I know I’ve wanted the Deathly Hallows symbol as a tattoo for the longest time. Lately I’ve been watching NY Ink and Miami Ink, thus making me even more interested in getting one done. Spent roughly 4 hours looking up tattoo places that are relatively close, cost, blahbity blahbity, blah.
This is pretty much similar to me going to any Starkid-related event: money and transportation isn’t an issue, it’s a matter of getting my parent’s approval. I’m fairly confident my dad wouldn’t mind. Mom on the other hand, it’s probably “fuck no.”
The thing I don’t understand is that I’m turning 21 in less than four months. From how I look at my life, my parents control most of what I do with it. There’s little say in what I can and can’t do, and I can’t do anything outside of the bubble they keep me in.
I need to stop rambling and just go to bed already. Blah.
