RIP Lady Gibbles

So, this morning I woke up in a delightful mood, ready to go out and do something exciting or whatever. I get out of bed and do the usual (go pee) and I make my way back into my room to feed my cute little goldfish. I couldn't find her so I tap the tank and then all of a freakin' sudden she pops to the top of the tank........BELLY UP!

I am still in mourning. It's a devastating thing. I loved her name, and the way she ate the fish flakes like a polite little lady. Now I need to go tote her body BACK to PetSmart and replace her. This is not something mothers like to do. I can't even make my way to the tank at the moment.

Please, everyone pray she makes it up to fishy heaven. She was the best fish I ever had for 3 days.

Lady Gibbles!!

Isn't she adooooooorable?!

It's PostSecret day!!

Yes! Today is SUNDAY and that means that it's POSTSECRET DAAAAAAAY! The greatest day of all!

The new PostSecret book will be coming out in October. Buy it!
It. Will. Be. AWESOME.

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Skinny Jeans & Lady Gibble

Skinny jeans need to be burned forever. Seriously, they don't look good. On anyone. Ever. Stop buying them!

Anyways this topic was prompted when I was at the mall today and I really wanted to get some jeans. Every stinkin' place I went didn't have the right jeans, but the sales clerks always made it a point to throw in skinny jeans. I don't like them, I told the people that, but apparently its 'in' now. Duhh. It's been 'in' for like ever. They're ugly.

Anyway, I need some jeans and I can't find them because skinny jeans are now occuping the better jean space. What to do, what to do.

Oh! I got a goldfish, her name is Lady Gibbles. She is a cutie, but doesn't appriciate my driving; she pooped on the way home.

SOS

I'm going to admit for a minute what a dork I am. When I moved away from home I told my grandpa I would write him letters, updating him on my situation....college....whatever you wanna call it. Well anyhoo, I did! I'm a good granddaughter sometimes and he texted me (yeah hes like almost 80 and texts) yesterday a 5 page text message that said the following:

Gaby, I got your letter yesterday and I want to tell you a story. When I was 19 I joined the navy and I didn't know anyone. We didn't get clean clothes, food, or showers. I was homesick and depressed for weeks, but I started making friends. We all were in the same boat and we came together and that is what got me through. Eventually things started getting easier and I know the same will happen for you.

Needless to say, it was an estrogen fest with some major waterworks. He was right though. Yesterday was probably the best day I have had since I got to DC. I made a bunch of friends yesterday when we were all forced to do something that made us all uncomfortable. We came together and helped eachother out.

The point of my speal is that I was right (for once! Woot!) and I just needed to give it some time. I love my grandpa, he always knows how to make me feel better. I can't wait to go home and see him.

SHOUT OUT: This may be lame, but I want to give Brooke Klebe a shout out and say YOU'RE AWESOME! Thanks for being my very first follower.

Ha. Okay peace baby.

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College, Friends, and Homesickness

I started college the 20th of this month. It wasn't anything I thought it was going to be. I thought moving to a new state, making new friends, and going to a new school would be adventurous and exciting. Needless to say that the moment I walked through the door of my new apartment in DC, I felt homesick. I went to orientation which was a crazy 9 hour nightmare and on top of that, no one really seemed to want to make new friends. Last Thursday, like I said, was my first day of school. I gave it a chance, it still sucked and I was hoping that telling my mom all this crap would get her to say " Everyone goes through this, give it a chance." She didn't. She said the words I didn't need to hear; "Well, do you want to just move back home?." It hurt, because I felt like I didn't have any encouragment at all. I want to love it here, I want to make a bunch of friends and I don't want to move back home. I have a fresh start right infront of me and I can either take it and run with it, or I could just give up. I am choosing to give this entire opportunity hope and I am choosing to stick it out. I can make this great. I know I can.

Just as I thought this out, my encouragement came. My best friend, who is thousands of miles away, off to college himself has been my support. He has listened to me complain about being here and he has told me I'm not alone. His mom said to him what I needed my mom to say to me. I'm glad I'm not in this alone. Not only would that suck, but I could easily have given up by now.

What about it son?

Kissing the War Goodbye