Deep Thoughts With Dan

Girls are really expensive

I work about 35ish hours a week and I work hard. I live at school and have bills to pay like, I pay for all my car expenses and I pay for all the food I eat, and all the entertainment I have. I also pay about $500 a month for school. Now compaired to how much I earn at work I should have accumulated with the expenses over the last year a solid 5G's however when I look at my account its always empty! I dont understand. Where is the rest of my money going? then it dawned on me. I have a girlfriend. so i took my bank stantment and i looked at just how much i spend on her. God i hope she doesn't read this. every other transaction was spent on her. iIam a very cheap man. And most nights I go hungry because I dont want to spend any money getting food. however when i'm with hershe finds a way of making me spend money. I was just looking. i'm spending about an extra 300 bucks a month on her. in the form of movies, food, gifts, trips. last month was valentines day and that month I spent over $300 on a necklace alone. I dont know how it happens but if its for her, nothing can be too expensive. Someone please tell me is this mornal? Do other guys spend this much money on their girlfriends? I think that i might have a problem. She tells me that I dont have to buy her things, and she has way more money than me. But i always find myself pulling that card out of my pocket and before i know it i'm broke. I think that its a problem i have. I feel important when I can get her things. And fellas we've got to admit its pretty imbarasing when we make her pay for herself. So this is the conclusion that I've come to, men, if you want to be welthy and have lots of money in life, then have no relationships with women.

Dan's thought of the day

Do fish go to heven?

Let me explain. I have a little pet dog, and this dog has had a couple close encounters with death. The first one happened when she was only two monthes old. she got hit by a football. now i'm sure your thinking to yourself, that doesn't sound too bad, and its really not that big of a deal to a normal dog but she wasn't normal. she waied less then 2 pounds. and was about half the seze of the football that we were playing with. the football went up and came down right on top of her. i saw it happen an slow motion. the ball first hit her on the head than from the force of the football hitting her so hard her head hit the sidewalk. she layed there unconsious for just a little bleeding through the mouth, before my mom came running out grabbing the dog and took her caying all the way to the animal haspital. she had a concussion and swelling of her brain. she survived but she hasn't been the same since. now shes afraid of spoons plates shovels and just about all other football shapped objects.
Now back to my question i believe and many other people believe that if she would've died that day or that when any beloved pets die they go to heven. so what about fish? do beloved fish go to heaven? if so there would need to be water in heaven for them to live in. so if there is water in heaven then there is a possibility of life in heaven because its common knowledge that water is the beginning stage of life. thats why seintists look for water on other planets, to see if that planet could support life. so do fish go to heaven?

Home

Home to me is a place where one can feel safe and secure about themselves. It doesn’t matter where that is or how nice of an area that place is. As long as they can go to sleep happy about who they are and who their with, then that is home.

Too many times the public or the media puts too much attention on where home is for some people. For example my home is in Rancho but I live in San Bernardino, and some people from not around here would look at where I live and ask, “How can you put up with it?” I think that’s such a stupid question. I know I might not live in the nicest city in California and some people who look form the outside in don’t see all there is in my city, but nevertheless it is home to me. This is where I grew up and where’ve grown to love, and where I’ve been loved. Living in the IE I know there are better places out there but I, for one, wouldn’t move, not just for financial reasons, but rather because this is where home is, and theirs nowhere else I’d rather be then here, at home

R to the C

I moved to Rancho Cucamonga CA when i was about 12, around 6th grade, and I've loved it since the day we moved. Every thing wasn't as big as i was used to, previously living close to downtown San Diego, it was nice to have the trees around my house, and grass at school. I liked how it felt, almost like a small neighborhood where everyone somehow knew everyone else, or at least that's how it felt. Everyone shook hands and hugged at school and when my mom would take me into the city there were people in the stores actually talking and having a conversation, not the yelling and fighting that I've grown accustomed to from years of living in SD.

The buildings were very not skyscrapers, the highest being mearly 3 stories high if that. There was also a very distint difference between the older houses of Hellmen Rd. and the new ones on Day Creak Bolv. Also the rickidy shack houses on foothill and the huge mansions up on the foothills. It seemed like if you didn't live in the shacks below Foothill or the castles above Wilson, nobody cared about you. You were either poor or rich and that's all people really cared about.

My high school was one of the oldest high schools in the area. we didn't have the huge football stadium and fake grass to play football on. It felt like we roughed it in actual mud and dirt, while the new school up the hill got all the attention and all the money, and along with that came D1 schools recruiting all their football players and not even looking at our school even tho we ended up beating them. But that's how it is I guess the more money the more attention even if they aren't the better person.

Rancho was a great place to grow up. I discovered who I was in that city and from that knowledge I will continue to grow into a stronger and more rounded person.

Where I'm From

I am from guitar picks,

from snowboards and long boards.

I am from the freshly fallen snow

on a beautiful Christmas eve.

I am from the mountains of Colorado

whose spirit will never be far from my own.



I'm from rock candy and pop rocks

from soda and chips

I'm from the am alls

and be alls

from shut up! and sit down!

I am from the LORD God

who cleansed my soul

and gave me new life.


I'm from Mother and Father

scrambled eggs and fried bacon.

From the bullet the pierced my leg

cus my step dad thought it would be fun

the making jokes to never let him forget it.


In my closet is a photo album

full of faces I've forgotten

and feelings I'll never feel again.

I am from those moments--

never to be forgotten--

but always to be loved.