Posted by: danielle | May 27, 2014

Letters to Crushes

Posted by: danielle | March 16, 2014


Hey team

Today imma talk about problems.  Because they suck.  But I think that a lot of people don’t know the ways to deal with their problems so that they suck less.  Let’s begin.

First of all, let’s talk about social media in the context of problems.  If I had a dime for every time someone posted an inane Facebook status or Tweet about how difficult their life was, I could probably buy a decent-sized country.  Posting on social media is an incredibly common way to whine about one’s problems, and it is arguably the single most annoying.  We could argue the purpose of social media all day and for several days afterward, but I think that there’s a least somewhat of a consensus that it’s not there for you to complain about your problems.  


That leads me to my next point: We’ve all got problems.

Honest.  Not a single person on the face of this hasn’t got any problems.  Nobody.  Bill Gates?  He’s got problems.  Channing Tatum?  Hard to believe, I know, but I bet my college fund he’s got his own difficulties.  

As a result of this, a lot of one another’s problems may seem pretty mundane.  I myself am guilty of thinking to myself “oh, Kim’s* life is so much easier than mine, she should just stop whining because she doesn’t even know what real problems are”.  And yeah, to me, she doesn’t.  Nobody does!  Nobody else on the face of this earth has any idea what anyone else is going through.  Nobody.  So yeah, my problems seem like the end of the world to me because they’re the worst thing I’ve ever experienced.  Just like Kim’s life seems so easy to me, but to her she could be in the most stressful situation she’s ever encountered.  And I don’t mean to single anyone out here, but this is especially applicable to older people talking to younger people.  Sure, I don’t have kids or a mortgage or a sucky office job, but when you were a teenager don’t you remember those AP statistics tests being the most stressful thing that ever happened to you?

So let’s all just be a little more patient with one another.  Because we don’t know each other as well as we think we do.

This being said, I think that we can all agree that in order to minimize having to be so understanding, which takes a lot of patience that I, at least, don’t have, we should all be a little quieter about what’s ticking us off in life.  Yes, it’s rough that your bus was late today.  That’s happened to me before and it was a total nightmare.  Is it worthy of venting to me for a solid seven minutes while I’m trying to do my AP lit homework at the last minute?  Decidedly not.  This is especially true via social networks.  These networks have the tremendous power to be able to spread the same message to the attention of millions upon millions of people.  And yet we choose to spread problems?  We don’t need to spread problems!! They’re already everywhere!!  Post about something that made your day awesome, instead!  Post about how grateful you are that you did, in fact, ace that AP stats test!  Share that with the world!  Spread positivity!


So that’s the message I want y’all to take away from this, dPosse.  Life’s hard.  Let’s not make it any harder.


peace out girl scout


*names have been changed and stuff yknow how it is

Posted by: danielle | February 16, 2014

Art Update

Posted by: danielle | January 21, 2014

Prompt Shenanigans (9)

Hello dPosse!  

This week I have all of my midterms and finals, so naturally I’m doing everything but studying.  So here’s a prompt piece for ya!

Today’s prompt issss: Describe a real made-up dream or nightmare

Here we go!

Well, one time I had this dream where I was like sitting on a beach, but the sand was purple.  And me, I’m not personally one for purple sand, I’m just not really one for that kind of thing.  So I got up in search of a beach with more pink sand (it’s really just more pleasant).  So as I got up, I realized that there was a rope tied around my wrist, and that my anatomy teacher was trying to haul me up into a hot air balloon!  I promptly started freaking out, thrashing around, screaming about how my project on rehabilitation of the Scapholunate ligament sprain was actually very good and that I put a lot of effort into those diagrams thanks very much, but it was to no avail.  I was soon stuck in a hot air balloon with the one teacher on whose bad side you really NEVER EVER EVER want to be.  So I was all like whaaaaaaat this is totally cray and I got really scared and uncomfortable and started trying to chat her up about the dorsiflexors, but she was totally having NONE of it and meanwhile I was over there trying to figure my way out of a hot air balloon that miles up into the air without dying!


Sorry this one was kind of short, to be honest I’m really only using this as a means for procrastination and I really have no interest in telling you my dreams.  Maybe I will continue later.  But here is an illustration of said made-up dream:


Posted by: danielle | January 15, 2014

Stream of Consciousness

Posted by: danielle | January 12, 2014


Happy 2014 dPosse!

I hope you all passed a better 2013 than I did, and I hope the start of 2014 finds you all in good health and moving on to better bloggers who actually post things.  Because I know that I need to post SOMETHING and I’m a sucker for cliches, here are my New Year’s Resolutions:

1. Read for pleasure at least 15 minutes per day

Over the past few months I’ve really been neglecting one of my favorite pastimes: reading.  Because I recently acquired an abundance of books and I kinda just wanna, oh, I don’t know, READ THEM ALL, I really have to find time for myself to read every day, even if it’s only a little.  My current explorations right now include Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, The Road by Cormac McCarthy, and Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain.

2. Introduce myself to new music

If anyone has any awesome artists that they think I should hear, comment ’em up!

3. Don’t go off the deep end again

     That was silly of me.  I am in control of my life now, so no more being self-destructive and stupid.

4. Get my orange belt! 

OH yeah folks.  Lellie’s a martial artist!  I am currently a yellow belt who practices mainly jujitsuKyushu jujitsu, and ninjitsu.

I showed you mine, now you show me yours ;)


Posted by: danielle | October 20, 2013

Good Things to Come!

Posted by: danielle | July 19, 2013

Shakespeare in an Elevator

Posted by: danielle | June 18, 2013


Hello dPosse.

So I realize that lately updates have been sporadic at best, and for that I apologize, and attempt to justify it by saying that it’s merely due to the fact that I am going through an extremely odd time in my life right now.  I won’t go into detail because you don’t come here to hear about my problems, but we can just say that I’ve entered this dark, scary spiral of scary self-hatred, depression, and exhausted confusion that I’ve noticed a lot of creative people tend to encounter at one time or another. So, in hopes that it won’t last long and that I can continue to live a fulfilling life without having to continue to see a shrink, imma just keep chugging along.  I’m quite good at that, wouldn’t you agree?

Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’ve got some things that I need to take care of with you.  I’ve had allllll these itty bitty post ideas rattling around in my brain for ages, but due to my issues, have been unable to rally up the energy/motivation/self-acceptance to write about them.

Well now imma get them outta the way.

Panic Buttons.

Now this post idea came to me the other day when I accidentally pressed the button on my key fob (Spelling?  Yes?  Ok.) in the middle of the parking lot at my local Wal-Mart, and then things got real uncomfortable, because my key fob (I give up) is magical, as the panic button only works one way.  It’ll turn on, sure, but it won’t turn off by the same mere button press that it takes to turn it off.  Oh no.  So there I was,frantically running in circles around my car in a vain attempt to try and figure out how to shut it the heck off, and then all of a sudden, something occurred to me.  Why do we even HAVE panic buttons?  I’d been living under the apparently mistaken impression that panic buttons were supposed to alert people around you if you were being attacked in the vicinity of your car.  Yet, during the ridiculously long time that my button had been blaring, no one had come to save me.  So what does this mean, exactly?  Are panic buttons really only just to help you find your car in a large parking lot?  Or did they have a larger purpose originally, but they go off so often accidentally that no one pays much attention anymore?

As always, I long for your thoughts.


Posted by: danielle | June 8, 2013


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