love will not betray you, dismay you, or enslave you... it will set you free.

- neopolitan dreams, lisa mitchell.
 
if you haven't heard this song you have been unknowningly living in darkness. go listen to it. it's such an adorable song.

♥

sigh...
 
i know it's been a while... a long, long, long while. but i might be back. i haven't really decided. i won't be doing roleplays, for certain, but i think creating actual fashion sets with outfits i would wear would be fun. that sounds like a good idea.
 
listen to the song. it's adorable.
 
shout out to sara (sincerely, sara). i love you.

hiiii :)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
i'm back
sorry for ze inexcused absence. take it up with mr. highschool if you've got complaints.
 
alright roleplaysssssss:
hh - DON'T KICK ME OUT. i'm back and i'll have roleplay sets everyday. no joke, sista.
ewfsg - we need tryouts. we've got like twelve. whinee. i'll do events but if you haven't joined (or tried out) DO SO. we're going back to the gossip girl days.
 
YAY i'm back. that makes me happy.

hey thereeee.
 
sorry for the absence. first day of highschool yesterday, second day today. i'm alive, that's all i can say. private school to public high school.. sigh.
 
ANYWAY. roleplay's will be caught up tonight. nooo worrieesss.
 
okay bye!

friday: legendary shoe designer christian louboutin is hosting a small but fabulous party at his store on la rue de grenelle. he will also be showing his new line of shoes, inspired by france.
 
[okay, so i don't really know much about mr. louboutin except that his shoes are pretty stellar. so.. i'm not sure what's going to happen with the story.. ha, just stay with me, yeah?]
 
\nanni/
 
Being different seems to be my cup of tea. Escpecially when I attend a private black-tie party hosted by Christian Louboutin in.. well, a flowery sundress and oxfords. /Flat/ oxfords. I could've at least worn heels, right?
 
"Nanni Lanni!" A familiar voice called, whom I soon realized to be Noah.
 
I grinned but my face immediately fell when I saw 'The Evil One' clinging to his arm.
 
Alright, so Gillian isn't exactly evil. She's actually pretty sweet. Okay fine, she's spectacular. I only hate her because she has Noah. /My/ Noah. And she's beautiful. Her eyes are this gorgeous emerald green and her curly white blonde hair is just.. amazing. And look at me.. just your same ol' olive-skinned, brown-eyed brunette. Nothing too special, a part from the fact that my nose is wayyy cuter than Gillian's. It's just beautiful.
 
"Hi Noah!"
 
"You've met Gilly before, right?" He gestured towards the blonde beside him. She smiled.
 
I bit my tongue and nodded politely. What I wanted to say wouldn't have been too sweet.
 
"Your outfit is so cute, Nanni!" Gillian cooed. "Especially those shoes. They're so gorg."
 
I forced a relatively fake grin and striked my best model pose (which really wasn't that great). "Why thank you."
 
Noah's laugh rang throughout the room and I smiled. I effing love the sound of his laugh. Heck, I effing love Noah as far as that whole situation goes.
 
The ringing of silverware clanking against a wine glass resounded and everyone turned their attention to man ontop the temporary runway.
 
"So as this wonderful night progresses, I would like to give you all a preview of my new line. These shoes were inspired by the lovely, vintage atmosphere you seem to get while in France and I really do hope you enjoy this line. Thank you."
 
The small crowd clapped quietly and the lights darkened and the runway lit up.
 
A hand snatched my wrist and dragged me to behind the runway. Shoes were placed on my feet. I stumbled lightly as I could barely see anything.
 
"Alright, honey, this is your moment, just rock the shoes." A masculine voice whispered.
 
I struggled as the male began to push me towards the steps leading onto the runway.
 
"No, wait - what's going - huh?"
 
"No questions. Just get out there and work it!' He shoved me up the stairs and quickly mumbled something to the show director.
 
"You're on, Nanni!" the man urged.
 
I had two options here.. I could run and be a baby and not impress Noah. Or I could be a model and show Noah what he really needed.
 
Option number two with a dash of confidence, please.
 
I plastered on a smile and stepped out onto the runway. I stomped down the alley, winking at the bystanders and motioning for them to cheer.
 
"Yeah, Nanni!" I heard a voice shout.
 
My heart melted. It was Noah.
 
I threw a pose at the end of the runway, blew a kiss to a good-looking kid, and began to dance to thumping electronic beat.
 
The models flooded onto the stage to join me and soon, it was a dance party fashion show extravaganza.
 
And before I knew it.. the night was over.
 
Mr. Louboutin was so pleased with my performance, he offered me a permanent spot as a model. I politely declined. He then went on to say "Give me a call when you're ready, love."
 
Um, yes. I will definitely be calling you, Mr. Louboutin. Definitely.
 
[WHOO. that was sucky. hahahaha. i really don't what that was. eekk, ha.]

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+ 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)
 
August 17
2010
 
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?
 
- Nanni
 
\ 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? /

OH AND YES SARA. I CHANGED MY NAME AGAIN. so don't make me snap you in the 'z' formation *head bob like a bobble head but with an attitude like i'm from the hood*
 
WHATCHU YOU LOOKIN AT BIATCH
 

 

 

 

i'm really not normally like this..