Dan in Real Life Questions

I have two nicknames that my family would call me. On my dads side, they would always call me “Vanna.” On my moms side everybody calls me “Banna.” My favorite though would be “Banna” because “Vanna” makes me think of Vanna White from Wheel of Fortune. To me a ‘’hottie’’ would be a guy with a nice personality. They have to know how to have fun and not be uptight about everything. They also have to except me for me and understand that I like to be crazy. I like athletic guys that know how to take care of themselves. I’ve done a lot of things to make a guy jealous, or at least tried to. My best place to hide when I play Hide and Seek would’ve been the drier. No one ever thought to look for me in there and when they couldn’t find me after a while I would have to go find an easier place to hide. Yes, I do think that asking questions makes you a good conversationalist. Instead of staying on one subject you can ask different questions to help change the subject and keep the conversation interesting. Plus, it helps you get to know someone. My perfect day would be going on a couple of adventures then going home to relax and maybe watch some movies and play videogames. Just spending time with someone that I care about would be considered a perfect day for me.

The Apocalypse

The sky had turned a bright, bloody red. I could hear screams coming from outside my windows, but I was too afraid to look. All I could do was sit there, hoping and praying that the evil things wouldn’t find me. Suddenly, everything was quite. “What happened? Is it finally over?” I thought to myself. I got up and slowly walked to the door. Something didn’t seem right, I could feel it in my stomach. When I opened the door I saw a dark shadow crouching over my mothers lifeless body. I could feel my face getting hot and tears streaming down my face. “Oh my God, whats happening?” I wispered to myself. The dark shadow heard me, stood up and turned to look at me with piercing evil red eyes. Suddenly, it charged after me and I squeezed my eyes shut ready for it to tear my flesh. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes expecting to see the “thing” standing right infront of me, but all I saw was darkness. “It was only a dream.” I sighed with relief. TO BE CONTINUED

4th Song

This song makes me think of something romantic.  A nice candle lit dinner with rose peddles on the bed. Slow dancing.

The Adventures of Leonardo da Vinci

This adventure began April 15, 1452 in a town called Vinci, Italy.  A boy with the name Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci was born. His father, Messer Piero Fruosino di Antonio da Vinci, was a Florentine notary and landlord while his mother, Caterina, was a young peasant woman.  Leonardo was taught how to read, write and arithmetic from his father.  In 1467 he became an apprentice pf the artist Verrocchio. For six years he learned a lot about metalworking, leather arts, carpentry, drawing and sculpting.

Leonardo mainly worked with sculpting and painting.  His most famous artwork we know today is “The Last Supper,” “Mona Lisa,” and the “Renaissance Man”

1 thing most people might not know about this artist is that in his later years many people believed that he was abducted by aliens.  He had gone into an ancient cave, records showed nothing of his existence for 2 years.  When he “returned” he was paranoid people we’re watching and reading everything he wrote so Leonardo would write backwards.  He had become very interested in the human body and would sketch every organ and muscle.

6 Word Poem

Keep Calm and Don't Stop Dreaming.

 

 

 

Loving You Deeply, Always and  Forever.

 

 

 

Keep Calm and Drop the Bass

 

 

 

The Beauty of Love

Crystal clear, bright blue pond.
Trees surround it giving it that natural beauty.
Little Annie was sitting in her boat, with her little dog Peter.
As she floated, she would think.
Caught up in the beauty of the place, she didnt notice a boy.
He saw her and thought she was the most beautiful girl.
Without thinking he started to paint.
Finally it started to get dark.
Annie paddled to shore to find the painting of her.
Never to know who painted it.

Just Cant Explain

Butterflies fluttering.
Can't catch my breath.
 Room spinning.
That's how I get.

 Hard to explain,
what it feels like inside,
every single time, you come by.