Danielle in North Dakota.

Here I am, back in America. I'm typing this entry at 5am because thats the time my internal clock tells me to get up each morning now. I've never had this much trouble with jet lag before! I can only imagine it's because I was away for such a long period of time and to top it off I've been having some serious allergy issues since I returned to peace garden state (or flickertale state or roughrider state-depending on preference. Seriously, how does ND get off with three nicknames?!). Between the jet lag, a sniffly nose, and itchy eyes good sleep is hard to come by. Obviously, the only solution is that I must return to Ireland immediately. Afterall, it's 11am there and I wouldn't be the only one awake!

Classes start again tomorrow. I still haven't completely set my schedule. I'm hoping that I'll be able to take Human Rights Law, but I need approval from the Dean because I took a similar class in Ireland. If they decide that they are too similar I will be stuck with International Law. Aside from that I will have Clinic, Moot Court Board, and ICWA (Indian Child Welfare Act). Between my classes, the LWC presidency, and the Moot Court Competition it is going to be a rather busy semester. At least Moot Court will be over the first week of October. I also have the Malpractice Bowl coming up as well. For my non-law school blog readers, the Malpractice Bowl is a friendly (or often not-so-friendly) game of flag football between the UND Law School and UND Med School. It is quite the event and last year we added a powderpuff game to the agenda. It is a ton of fun, though right now the thought of starting practices is a little stressful. That's okay, it will be worth it to beat the Med school. The schools pull pranks on eachother the week leading up to the Malpractice Bowl. It is very fun. We leave the pranking up to the One L's. This, too, will be over in just a few weeks. So all in all, it looks like I just have to survive until mid-October, lol.

That is about as exciting as it gets around here. Back to work....I will be sure to post again when I have something post-worthy to write about, but if I disappear for a month you'll understand why!

Bella Toscana

I wrote this last week in Italy. Sorry for posting it so late!

I’m currently on the train from Florence to Assisi and am feeling inspired to write about the breathtaking scenery outside my window. There is a man playing the accordion in my train car- seriously. Welcome to Italy! Fields of sunflowers sprawl throughout the valleys. Mountains, worn and green yellow with age, surround us on all sides creating valleys in which small villages have settled. The houses and villas are grouped together, their terracotta roofs create a sea of orange in each of these valleys and a few more dot along the mountain side. At this point we’re actually in the region of Umbria and not Tuscany, but it is equal in its beauty.

Florence was nothing short of amazing…too beautiful for words actually, but I’ll try and write some anyway. Yesterday, Betsy and I went on a wine tour into the country side in the Chianti region- conveniently, a favorite wine of both Betsy and mine. They took us to an old private castle, one that was once owned by the Pazzi family whose wealth was rivaled and surpassed only by the ancient and powerful Medici family who ruled Florence for hundreds of years. There, tucked in the hills of the Tuscan countryside, we tasted a chardonnay and two Chianti varietals- one of which was made completely of Sangiovese grapes (usually wine makers add 10-20% merlot or other grape varietal in order to make the wine more “elegant” tasting and easier to sell. However, to be called a “Chianti” is must consist of at least 80% Sangiovese grape). The wine was served with a variety of Tuscan antipastos (appetizers) and was fabulous. I liked all of the antipasto including the Bruschetta (what Tuscany is known for), bread served with their own olive oil, as well as regional cheese and meat. I did not, however, care for the liver pate.

As I mentioned, they also produce olive oil and have a total of 10,000 olive trees. Each tree produces only one bottle of oil. They make some of the finest oil in Italy. I bought three bottles, so I guess you could say I bought three trees worth of oil. I never realized there was so much to learn about olive oil! Here they explained that if the olives are pressed once it is “extra virgin olive oil,” if pressed twice it creates “olive oil,” and if pressed again, “motor oil.” Ha ha. There are all types of things to account for in choosing a good olive oil but mostly make sure it is “extra virgin” and also check its acidity level-the lower the better.

So far Tuscanny is by far my favorite part of Italy...

Danielle in Florence.

Firenze! It's even more beautiful than I imagined. Betsy took this pic of me today. We are on the cupola of the famous Duomo. The city of Florence (Firenze) sprawls out underneath us and is hugged by mountains on all sides. Tomorrow we will do our wine tasting tour- very excited for some vino!

Danielle living la dolce vita

I am writing this entry of don’t doubt danielle in a Word document to be posted later, as I have no internet here. The setting is striking and I must share it with you. I am currently in Venice, “Venezia.” Betsy and I splurged here and got a hotel which with its last minute rate is actually priced comparatively with most hostels. It is called Hotel Gabbo. Our room is sweet and charmingly Italian from its hard tiled floors to its large armoire and of course, tiny little bathroom. Any bathroom in Italy is considered a luxury. The most wonderful part of all, however, is this tiny little terrace-it is from here that I write this post. It is a very small rectangle with terracotta tiling and planters filled with red geraniums. A soft white curtain billows in the doorway dancing in a cool breeze I have not felt and have desperately longed for since arriving in this country. I am seated at the tiniest of wooden tables. A glass of red wine (Vino rosso-a regional Chianti actually) along with its classic Italian style bottle. We do not overlook anything special- in fact the view is as plain as ever, but it doesn’t matter b/c its our terrace! Church bells chime off every hour making the whole scene even more movie like.

Venice is amazingly beautiful leaving me longing to take a picture with every turn. There is water everywhere with tons of bridges, boats, and of course, gondolas. I don’t think I’ll have an opportunity to ride in one as they are very expensive (starting at about 80Euro and rising as evening approaches), but I will still admire them from afar. Soon, Betsy and I will take off for dinner. We hope to find a place that is not so tourist orientated, but that is difficult to do in this small town. We have been taking it easy here after three days of power sight seeing in the capital city. I love it here and though crowded, it is not nearly as hot or crowded as Rome. Tomorrow we leave for Florence.

Rome was of course amazing though incredibly hot and dirty. If I had written my post from Rome it would have been entitled “Dirty Danielle” as I was literally covered in dirt from head to toe by the end of each day touring. The heat created loads of dust-I don’t remember seeing smears of dirt on my legs like I did there since I was a little kid! In Rome we had a wonderful holiday and still have a list of things to do when we return at the end. We stayed at a placed called The Beehive which was incredibly clean, comfortable, and friendly. It is run by a couple from L.A. who moved to Rome several years ago. It is very hippy-esque, but very charming indeed. Some of the things we saw in Rome include The Sistine Chapel, The Vatican, St. Peter’s Square, the Roman Forum, the Collosseum, the cat sanctuary, the Spanish steps, the Palentine, and many more. The amazing thing about Rome is that everywhere you turn you run into something else beautiful and old! The only major problem we had there was the heat! I’ve never experienced such heat in my life and I don’t know when I last consumed that much water! I am happy to be in the slightly milder temperature of Venice at the moment.

Well, a baby has started crying somewhere down below our terrace- “quiet baby, you’re ruining my terrace!” I want to shout, but I won’t. Besides I doubt he understands English anyway =). Will post again soon!

Goodbye Ireland, Hello Italy

I'm currently sitting in the Dublin airport bored and hungover. =( Yuck! I don't know why I decided that drinking 5 pints of beer last night was a good idea! Anyhoo, I'm filled with mixed emotions. I am very sad to leave Galway- it truly feels like I'm leaving my home away from home. It's hard to be excited about Italy right at this moment, but I'm sure that will change as soon as I step off the plane into Rome.

I finally find myself missing home. The other day Amanda and I saw a street performer from the States. We were wondering why he sounded funny when we realized we actually missed the American accent. Sometimes it would amaze me to think that we (the Irish and Americans) speak the same language, as we often have difficulty understanding one another. I am excited to go back to consuming my normal diet and drink "normal" tasting diet coke! I can feel all the beer I have consumed these past couple months around my waistline. Oops! Back to healthy eating as soon as I get home! =)

Today will be a long day of travelling. I have a five hour lay over here in Dublin and then another 3 hour layover in Milan. Apparently I wanted to give myself plenty of time! I arrive in Rome at 9:30pm this evening and hopefully will have enough energy to maneuver myself to the train station and figure out how to get to the city centre with my little Italian. (I have neglected my Italian language studies the entire time I've been in Galway!) If I feel too tired or lazy, I may just splurge on a cab. We'll see what happens tonight. Well, thats all I have for now and my internet is going to time out soon. I don't know how my internet access will be in Italy, but I will try to post at least once while I'm there. If not possible, I will be sure to post about it as soon as I get home. Time for some vino.....ITALY, here I come!

Danielle recants a statement...

Okay, okay, okay, a few blog entries back I said something along the line of, "the Irish are not known for their cuisine." Well, I have since been chastised by Ireland Garrett for that statement and last night he made me sit down to a traditional Irish dinner. Let me tell you the story....

So, we're walking along the streets of Galway trying to decide on what to have for dinner, where I.Gar. gets the idea to have Irish cuisine. Here are my thoughts on Irish cuisine: First of all, does anyone know what Irish cuisine entails? I know I sure didn't. But anyhoo, anything "Irish" that I have ever eaten has a particular spice or seasoning of sort that I do not care for. I don't hate it, I just don't like it and I have no idea what exactly it is. They put it in everything from their soups to their gravy to their potatos, etc. So, determined to prove me wrong we stop at a place called "Finnegans: Traditional Irish Cuisine."

We start by observing the menu posted outdoors. It read something like follows: "Traditional West Coast Ireland Chowder" (check), "Shephard's Pie" (check), "Irish Stew" (check), "Lasagna" (hmm...), "Vegetarian lasagna"(?), "Chicken Kiev" (wait a minute!) and to top it all off: "Pizza!" (what the ?). Okay, we say, so not the most traditional Irish menu, but there's something on there to try anyway. We go inside where old 80's pop hits play over the radio and are seated across from a picture of the poet Yeats where I promptly make the mistake of stating that I studied him during my British Literature major...haha! Ooops, Yeats is from Ireland and when you're in Ireland that is not the same difference! Oh well, my faux pas. On to dinner...

We both order Shephard's Pie. To this point I really have no idea what it is, but it had once been highly recommended by I.Gar. and so I decide to give it a try. We also decide to order a pint with dinner. "I'll have a pint of Carlsberg, please." To which our waitress responds, "You can't. The only thing we have on tap is Budweiser, Heineken, and Guinness." Ha ha, okay, I'll take a Bud.

So anyway, it was a very enjoyable dinner I must admit. I truly enjoyed my Shephard's pie and ate almost all of it! There is nothing quite like having a delicious Irish meal while sipping a Bud listening to old 80's pop hits under the watchful eye of William Butler Yeats...=)

I don't want to leave Ireland.

I know it may be a little premature to be worrying about going home as I am yet only half way done with my program, but even the thought just makes me so sad. I don't want to go home. Sure, I miss my family, my friends, and of course my cat, Pangur Ban, but I just love it here and I can't help it. Maybe you all should just move here?!?

I love everything about Ireland. Everything is beautiful and a million shades of green. The weather is unpredictable and it often rains while sunshining much to my curiosity, but it all just makes it more delightful. The pubs are so old and charming with their walls made from stone and wood. They feel ancient and I'm sure house a million stories. I love the music here as well and it is everywhere. Galway is known to be a very artsy city, but never have I been surrounded by more musicians and street performers. Everywhere you go musical notes waft from the pub doors onto the street, mingling with the noise of the crowds and performers outside playing for your spare change.

The people are truly what make Ireland and Galway the magical place that it is. Though frequently harangued by the taxi drivers on American politics and their dissatisfaction with the current administration, the majority of people are overwhelmingly friendly. When at the bar, the bar tender doesn't ask you if you want anything, instead they look at you and say "are you okay?" It always makes me giggle a little as that is my cue to order. When they serve your drinks you are given a friendly, "cheers!" Instead of "excuse me" here everyone just says "sorry." And if you you're the one uttering the "sorry" it is always met with a "no worries." The phrase I hear most often when checking out at any retail store is "thanks a million!" Amanda and I are fortunate to meet many people when we go out. I think our tan skin draws us some attention (everyone here is pale!) and we use that to our advantage. People are always eager to talk to us and find out what we are doing in Galway and whether or not we are having a good time. Galway city is very welcoming indeed. I have also come to the conclusion that every Irishman knows the details of Boston metro. As Amanda is from Boston, she is always met with a "where abouts in Boston?" much to my surprise. Even more surprising is that when she tells them specifically what part of Boston, they are always familiar. I, on the other hand, am not entirely certain that even a small percent of the Irish know where the State of Minnesota is located in the Union. If they are familiar, I am usually met with a "that's by Chicago, isn't it?" I usually just stick with, "It's by Canada." Or, if I don't feel like explaining I'll just say that I am from Boston as well. Thinking about it, there are a lot of Irish people running around thinking that I am from Boston, but that's okay, what do they care anyway?

In any case, I love it here. I still have three weeks to go so I'm not going to worry just yet, but it makes me sad to see the time flying by so quickly. This truly is an experience of a lifetime.

Danielle the football fanatic.

Everyone in Ireland is a football fanatic- in fact, the entire WORLD is crazy about football. Every child owns a soccer ball and knows how to play. You see them in droves, each kicking a ball. It doesn't matter if they're playing in their yard, playing an actual game, or just walking to school-they're all kicking soccer balls! Why this sport has not caught on in the States like it has in the rest of the world is really quite surprising. While millions watch the Superbowl....billions watch the World Cup. Almost every night since I've been here there is a football match on tv.

They actually have a neat system with all the local pubs in town. Together they sit down and divide up the games so that each game gets played each night at a different bar. This allows each team's fans to enjoy the game all together. I, personally, am rooting for Italy. I intend to pick up an Italy jersey when I visit there in a few weeks. Of course my first pick was the States, but after watching them fall to Ghana last week, I decided to go with Italy as my second choice. Ireland didn't qualify for the world cup this year to mine and the rest of the country's disappointment. They actually have a really funny McDonald's commercial about it. It goes: "Ireland didn't qualify for the world cup this year...but Togo did....Feeling unfulfilled? Have a big mac..." he he he. It always makes me laugh.

All this football fun is contagious. I now understand a game that I've never even really thought about before and I'm loving it. I have now probably watched more football games (soccer) than American football games, lol. I secretly rejoiced with the rest of Ireland when England was eliminated Saturday (The Irish love to see the English defeated). =) Now, on to the rest of the games. Go Italy!!

Danielle on Pubs, Pints, and Shopping

Now that I have been here for almost a week I am starting to set into a more "normal" routine. I usually wake up at 8am, attend class from 9-11, go for a run along the river then eat lunch and do homework from 1-3. After all that the fun begins. Most of my afternoons have been filled with the title above. Shopping on Shop Street is such a fun and different experience from shopping in the States. The streets are cobblestone and very narrow. Everything from tiny cars to gigantic buses speed along at shocking rates of speed-how more people are not hit by cars here I do not know. Many of the streets are pedestrian only, especially in the city center, and are filled with colourful boutiques, delicious smelling cafes, street vendors, and performers. Today I saw a band of accordian players jamming away outside a local pub while couples danced in the street around them. There are also solo guitar and fiddle players aplenty, as well as mimes and performers who will act as a robot for a few coins. You rarely go more than half a block before running into another musician. Their music mingles together with hustle bustle of the crowd that makes the city centre very charming.

Each night my friend Amanda and I search out a new place for dinner. Often our friend Matthew joins us and the three of us try out the menus at area restaurants and pubs. Today I ate a place called the Spud House. As you can probably deduct from the name, their menu consisted entirely of potatos....pizza potatos, garlic chicken potato, or if you're boring like me the classic broccoli and cheese potato, lol. It has been my favorite dinner so far. Seriously. (The Irish aren't exactly known for their cuisine...)

Almost every night ends at one of the many pubs around town. The pubs are everywhere here and all have the dark wooden character one would expect from such a venue. Some we have frequented include The King's Head, Taaffes, The Quays, Scheffs, and Monroe's. We have many, many, many more to explore. My new favorite beer is Smithwick's (pronounced Smiticks by the Irish). Each night ends with at least one pint of this robust darker brew. Every night tradiitonal Irish music is played in several pubs in town. Galway is known for its art and music and this is being celebrated even more now as the Galway Arts Festival approaches. The current performances are known as the "Galway Sessions" and include several artists every night of the week. I love the Irish music with its fiddles and bodrans. I have listened to so much Irish music this past week that I even have a few favorite songs! I just can't get enough!

Tomorrow I am taking a ferry to the Aran Islands where I will purchase my woolen sweater (you are supposed to buy it on the island). I intend to explore the island by bike so I am hoping for pleasant and dry weather (of which we have seen very little!). I will be sure to post again soon!

Danielle in Ireland.

Hello, all!

I have safely arrived in Ireland! The voyage was long but I must say that keeping myself awake for nearly 36 hours was the best idea EVER as I had a wonderful night sleep last night and am now successfully adjusted to the local time. All of my roommates have also arrived and they are all very nice. Two are from Hamline and one from California. The California roommate fits the California stereotype perfectly. She is blonde, athletic, and very tan. She and her partner have just started their own outdoor outfitting company. One of the two Hamline girls looks just like Julie from highschool. The resemblance is striking. The final roommate looks very Irish w/ red hair and freckles. She will fit in marvelously. Aside from my roomates, I have met a handful of other people as well. A few of us will be heading out for an adventure in town in just a couple hours. One of the girls is named Amanda and looks and talks just like Kyle's Amanda. She wears Boston Red Socks apparel from head to toe every day, lol. It is almost creepy in their resemblance, but at least that's one name I won't forget.

My housing in Corrib village is a little bit of a disappointment. When I read my housing description aloud to Trista back in grand forks she remarked, "That doesn't sound like school housing....you're going to a celebrity rehab center!" Well, a celebrity rehab center it is NOT. It is just like any other crappy student housing and smells a bit like a Hotel 6 where the musty smell of cigarette smoke has infused itself into the walls. For reference I am inserting the link to the corrib village description. Just cut and paste this link to see what I'm talking about: http://www.nesl.edu/summer/corrib05.htm However, now that I have adjusted, this place isn't too bad. In fact it's even nice. It's just not the magical land of Corrib Village that was described online, but now that I have gotten over my initial disappointment, I think I like it. Additionally, I lucked out with drawing the largest and nicest room in my apartment. I have a double bed, tv, and my own bathroom w/ shower. There is also a handy heater in my bathroom to turn on while I shower making the bathroom warm and toasty which is very pleasant in the cool mornings. My three roommates and I share a full kitchen w/ dishwasher, stove, oven, microwave, toaster, fridge, and coffee pot as well as a living room w/furniture, TV, and VCR. Today I am going to pick up some groceries. They have a little place here that sells breakfast each morning for 5 Euro. It was a major let down though as they only offered toast and cereal. Rip off.

Tonight at 6 I have orientation and tomorrow at 9 am I start my classes. I am looking forward to my trip into the city center this afternoon. =) I will be sure to keep posting my adventures as they arise. I hope everyone is well at home!

Danielle on good friends.

What makes a person your best friend, buddy, pal, BFF? This weekend Betsy and Leah came to visit me. We're all BFFs, my best friends forever! I don't get to see these girls all that often. We probably hang out as a complete trio 2 to 4 times a year. We became sisters many years ago through sorority and at the time I did not realize that these girls would become the closest I've ever had to real sisters. While hanging out with them this weekend, I got to thinking about what makes our friendship so special. Why do I love these girls as much as I do? When I am with these girls I am always comfortable with who I am. They know the best of me and the worst of me and yet they love me anyway. We make fun of each other but rarely are feelings hurt. I can be myself around them and I never feel the need to impress. They are my biggest admirers and cheerleaders.

I have no problem describing myself as I really am and when looking at this list it's hard to imagine why anyone would want be my friend. I am bossy, impatient, demanding and egotistical, yet they love me anyway. I hate to be wrong, I am overly competative, and like to give a lot of sh** but can barely take it, yet they love me anway. I can be moody and ridiculously stubborn. Yet, they love me anyway. I know that I am all these things and yet they only see the good in me. I know I can be myself b/c if I ever cross the line, I trust and know that they will put me in my place. And though I have a dominant personality, I always feel that we are equal because we have an unyielding mutual respect for each other. We each bring our talents and gifts to the group and we love each other the more for it. And finally, we laugh. We laugh at jokes, life, but mostly ourselves. I guess in the end my conclusion is this: Your true friends, your absolute best friends, your BFFs are the ones who love you for all that you are...not just despite your flaws, but because of them. They love you because that is who you are and they would never want anything less. I consider myself so blessed to have two BFFs that always love me anyway.

What Danielle's Birthday Says About Her

Your Birthdate: December 28

You have a Type A personality so big it makes other Type A's shrink away in shame. You never shy away from adversity - and you love to tackle impossible problems. Failure is not an option for you, and more than a few people are put off by your ego. You tend to be controlling, and you hate leaving anything up to chance. Your strength: Your bold approach to life Your weakness: You don't accept help Your power color: Bronze Your power symbol: Pyramid Your power month: October

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

By special request...

Though it's rare these days sometimes I try my hand at more creative pieces. This one is from 2-6-04 and is being posted by special request.

An Open Window on a Winter's Night

Sometimes in the winter one's house seems to become a prison. The dry, dusty heat from the radiators becomes stuffy and suffocating. That is exactly the case on this very night tonight...so, I open my bedroom window. I only open it about 5 inches or so and contrary to my expectations I feel no sudden gush of cold air or icy blast, instead it just sort of feels like my room is letting out a deep breath of air, like a sigh-a sigh of relief. It just feels so good. I can't think of a more imaginative or appropriate word. The thing that strkes me most is the sound. It is still very quiet yet now there is life in what I realize now was more like a stuffy tomb. My room breathes and I breathe. I can hear the air-not wind-just air as it moves and circulates about my room, my body. Just outside my window I can hear the "drip drip" of water dorplets falling from an icicle. It seems too cold for ice to be melting and it gives me a sort of reassurance that Spring is coming-that life is coming. I imagine that below my window the droplets are forming a glossy, icy pool on the snow's surface. I imagine the street light, though at a distance, reflects and dances on the pool bringing it to life. It is not a fantastic bright light but a graceful and gentle one that is the shade of a deep, subdued yellow.

The sounds are so deceptive- it really sounds like an evening after a Spring rain. The air is cool and wet-such a contrast to the usual dry frigidity of winter. My room doesn't even feel cold yet, just cool like an early Spring evening- you'd never guess it's February 6th. In the distance I can hear the constant movement of vehicles on the highway. Traffic sounds steady yet I doubt it's all that busy at this time on a Friday night. The sounds of the cars blend w/ the dripping and breathing and the sound of my pencil. Only the occasional breaking of a big rig in the distance or a slamming of a car door in the nearby parking lot interrupts the serenity of this moment.

Danielle the fatalist?

Do you believe in fatalism? For some reason this concept is one that seems to come up for all of us from time to time and it's making a prominent showing in my life at the moment.

fa·tal·ism n
1. the philosophical doctrine holding that all events are fated to happen and that human beings cannot therefore change their destinies
2. the belief that people are powerless against fate, or the attitude of resignation and passivity that sometimes results from this belief

Lately I find myself asking if fatalism really even exists or is it something we just tell ourselves to make us feel better about a situation we feel is out of our control. As many of you know I recently broke up with my latest boyfriend and we, too, said upon our parting "if it's meant to be, it is meant to be." But is it? If it was going to happen then wouldn't it be something that we made happen? I guess part of me is what you would call a "fate skeptic." Frankly, I just don't see it at least when it comes to relationships where we so often hear these words. Now, I certainly believe there are many factors that are out of our control, but that does not mean that I am going to resign myself to a powerless attitude of passivity allowing life to to just go on as it is so-called "meant to be." No, I'm going to take control. As for the relationship front, I'm going to take control by letting go. As for life in general, I make the decisions of where I want to go and what I want to do and how I handle myself when things take a sharp turn. I mean, God didn't put us on this Earth to have things turn out just as we always want or expect them to. When something "goes wrong" we should not fool ourselves into thinking that this is what is meant to happen and we must therefore live with the result, instead we should see it as an opportunity-an opportunity to take a new path and embrace more of the life that God has given us. As FSD says in his book THE NEAR SIDE OF JORDAN "God's call to us is an invitation into life as it is." And while this sentiment is indeed comforting and sounds a bit fatalistic I must add that "life as it is" is not just what happens that is beyond our control, but how we handle that situation and take control of it for ourselves. This goes for everything from relationships to life in general. The name of the game is to have faith b/c if you do you will never be alone. I know so many people who have lost that faith b/c they have been given a "bad hand" in life. But in the end you will not be judged by how you feel about your situation, but by your actions. Keep faith, take control. That is what you should do instead of leaving it entirely up to fate. I guess I'm not sure where this leaves me on the fatalist front then. I seem to show sentiments leaning towards both sides. I guess that leaves me a "moderate fatalist-fate skeptic" combo of some sort. I mean, I guess if I'm meant to be a fatalist one day, I'll become one right? Lol, just kidding- for now I'm going to stick with my own label above-b/c I can.