+ nanni danton
nanni is bubbly and peppy, she is the one you need to cheer you up, always telling silly jokes and laughing her heart out at dinner. she is often spotted singing out loud in the hotel corridors, with her bare feet and messy hair. those times, usually, she is high. her problem with drugs isn't a big deal, she likes to say. in general, she is fresh and positive also when she is 'normal'. but she is madly, desperately, absolutely in love with her best friend. and he has a girlfriend, of course, and has never seen her as something more that just a good friend. that's why she started smoking weed in the first place, to forget about her problems and be cheerful as usual. now, at the hotel, will she understand that being sad at times is more normal than getting wasted to avoid it?
model: Michelle de Carvalho (http://elitemodel.com/details.aspx?navbtn=1&city=NY&modelid=381520&pic=602.jpg&subid=4666&mainsubid=4666&io=111&indx=1)
Love is a peculiar thing. I mean, I could say I love weed, which I do, but that's not love. Really, it's just a relative term I'm using to describe my liking of weed. But instead, we use love as an exxagerated term to make known our liking and it's importance.
I've never loved anyone. Not my parents, although they were nice enough nor my friends, who were in small numbers, if any. My cat, Toby, was cute. I didn't love him either. He was mental. My little sister, Emma, was the closest thing I ever came to love but never had the opportunity to. She died a week after she was born.
I don't know how to love. Boys were always trying to get my attention. It was worthless. Except for this one kid I met in art class, Oliver, I never even really liked anyone. But oh Jesus, Oliver, was like this Greek god. How he ever liked me was like.. well, just the thought alone still makes me speechless.
And yet, without true love, I'm still happy. Rather cheerful, actually. I should be mopey and whiny because I don't love anyone, right? Nope, not all. I don't need love, I'm fine with just myself and Mr. Weed. He's lovely. Actually, it's a miracle I even wrote this diary entry for that matter.
Well, I'm going to go outside. It's nice and sunny. I haven't ridden my bicycle in a while. A bike ride would be nice. Maybe a lemonade or two from the little cafe on the main square.
Did I mention Paris in the summer is heavenly?
\ I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT STORY THING WAS. but i guess i picture nanni as this happy go lucky type girl who's really actually sad but doesn't know it yet? hahaha. um. i can do a different story if you want. i don't know? /