Swimming && Post Secret & AIDS

As always, PostSecret. This week there weren't any that I could relate to, so I am just posting an interesting one.

Now for SWIMMING!

I have a confession:

When I was little, I was watching this tv show on Nickelodeon called Are You Afraid of the Dark and there was this episode where this school was built ontop of a burial ground and the swimming pool they had was built ontop of this murderers grave. So, when these kids would go swimming by themselves, randomly, the dead guys 'spirit' would drag them under and kill them. Ever since then I have always been afraid to go swimming by myself. For that reason, and because I have a terrible fear of sharks ever since (true story) I was attacked by one when I was 13. So therefore I cannot get into a pool by myself.

So, moving on, when I was at the gym, I swim and I get in the pool and there was this old lady kinda just sitting there and so I was okay doing my thing, but then she GETS OUT! Like, uhh hello, does she not know I have a phobia. Like, this could really happen and I could seriously get attacked by an imaginary shark or be pulled under by a dead man. So, she gets out and there are other people around but they're in the hot tub so I swim over to the step and sit there cause I don't want to look dumb. So I just sit on the steps and wait for someone to come along and get in the pool before I can resume my workout.

 WHEN I SEE IT

Like I said, sitting on the steps and I am frantically looking around me to make sure nothing is creepily moving or being odd when there is this TEEENY black speck approaching me. I like flip! Cause I am like, nothing is moving in this pool here and yet this black speck of something is coming towards me. So I like move alittle and it still is coming my way and then I swear I feel like a draft under the water and so by that point I am so out of there cause who wouldn't be suspicious of a black speck AND a weird draft? So then I sit in one of the chairs and wait for someone to come along (which she did eventually) and get in the pool so I can resume my workout.

That is all..

-Gaby.

 http://peaccebaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/motts-sliced-apples-on-go-im-sorry-ms.html

Killer Poptart II

We will get to the Killer Poptart part later.

Once upon a time....like 9 months ago, when I was in high school we did this play in theatre (yes, I was a theatre geek) called A Piece of My Heart. It was about the war (I don't recall which war cause this was like 9 months ago seriously) and what the nurses in the war went through. Maybe it was the Vietnam war. Yeah, I think it was Vietnam. I remember people saying "nam" a lot so it must be Vietnam. Anyways....it was about the hardship of the nurses of the Vietnam war and during one of the scenes they were at this night club smokin pot (pretending to smoke pot. Not actual pot, not that you didn't know that but just to be clear) and they were dancing all groovy-like to this song by Buffalo Springfield called For What Its Worth. So, me, being a flower child an all got totally attached to this song.

I kinda forgot where I was going with this story...

On to the KILLER POPTART....(part 2).

If you are an avid and dedicated reader to Kissing The War Goodbye than you know that once upon a time in August of 09, I wrote a piece (a blog, but it sounds more creative when I say 'a piece') on my Killer Poptart Expeirence . Well, I am bringing this up again,

BECAUSE,

I will not be dying from a toaster anytime soon! Yesssss! (that was a victory Yessss! not a Yes! Yesssss!)

So my sister has decided to come to her senses and BUY A REAL TOASTER! Cha!
Piiicture::

This is a demo, ours is black, BUT my point here is...I CAN MAKE CHEESEY BREAD!! And warm Poptarts!

So, if you have no idea what I yam talkin bout, go click the link I made for you above(cause I am crafty like that) and read my Killer Poptart experience.

Here is a random picture of me when I was a tiny little geeky child with glasses and braces:

I'm in the red. My twin sister is in the blue and my other sister is in the middle.

Since my sister (the one in the middle) decided to thoughtfully tag me on FACEBOOK with this lovely, yet embarrassing picture, I thought it only fair to show my blog readers cause..I might as well.

Okay! So my point about Vietnam and Buffalo Springfield.

So, I get all attached to this song and I am like...holy crow I am so musically cultured (it's true) but somehow I missed this amazing song?! So, I go on LimeWire (I am an illegal downloader) and download this song. Then LimeWire goes ahead and recommends all these songs that these other people downloaded along with this Buffalo Springfield song and it totally escalated my entire iTunes library into something HUGE. Like, I was introduced to all kinds of new artist from like....Janice Jopin to The Cure to Journey....I mean...how do you not know who JOURNEY is?! I didn't. I feel so blocked off from the entire world because I missed out on all this great music.

So MY POINT

I THEN I download all the JOURNEYsongs I can find, cause once you hear Journey you can never listen to anything else until you die basically. And so I downloaded Bob Marley and it recommended me this movie (which I was so not going to download off of LimeWire cause it was probably gay clown porn or something along those lines) so I go rent it. OH MY GOD. People, if you never watch another movie again it will be because you saw Taking Woodstock. I wanted to do Acid after I saw this movie (not really) but seriously, nothing could compare. Once again, I should have been borin in the 60's so if you aren't into 60's-80's music and don't like the idea of the hippie movement then don't listen to anything I am saying here.

True Story: So, I was on the Metro on Thursday and I was sitting next to this guy and I was listening to my iPod whichthe song Asleep, by the Smiths was playing and he was like......oh wow! The Smiths! And I am like...uh what? Cause I had my headphones in. So I shut off my music and I look at him and I am kinda like...oh wow, cute guy hello! And then he looked and repeated himself and then said ...I don't think I know anyone who likes the Smiths. I love the Smiths!

And I was seriously half asleep, and kinda mesmerized by this super cute guy so I think he thought I had a brain defficency and so he was like...."ohhkay?" cause I was kinda trying to process what he was saying and blinking at him for seriously 7 whole seconds (I was half a awake here.) And so after my brain understood what he was saying I was like..."oh my god! Sorry! My blood sugars low, I'll eat an apple and get back to you." And seriously I WAS HALF ASLEEP. So he kinda laughed at me and reached in his bag and pulls out a green apple and I am like... wow, you're really cute! We talked, then I had to get off. So, THE END.

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Okay, if you read my blog, I would appricate you being a follower (links in the sidebar where is says "become a follower").  So PLEASE just take 2 seconds out of your life and sign up to follow me. You don't need a blogspot or anything....

Now, onto other things.
Not much to report here. Although, I did join a gym....I decided that since there isn't anything else to do around here except go to school 4 days a week and then stay in bed the rest of the hours of the day (or be a mega geek and go to the library) then I might as well do something productive. I really like to swim and they have a pool so that was the main reason I decided to join. Who doesn't love swimming?!

So, I go that gym for the first time and you have to be appointed a personal trainer so he/she can show you how to do stuff right and not make yourself look stupid by peddling backwards or the olyptical or whatever. So, I get this guy and he was asking me all these questions about my personal goals and where am I from. And for the 10000th time this week I have be notified that it's MARDI GRAS
and I am like..........
OMG REALLY?! Shit! I missed Mardi Gras! Fuck my life!

No, but really he was like....oh wow you're from New Orleans?! It was Mardi Gras Tuesday. I am like......uh...yes, yes it was. Cause I didn't know that right? Even if you don't live in Louisiana you would know that.

Speaking of Mardi Gras I have gotten into many 'altercations' if you will with certain people at my college about what Mardi Gras actually is. For example...
this old guy (like 35-40) who is in one of my classes over heard me talking about it and was like....
"Your parents let you go to Mardi Gras?!"
"uhm yes? why wouldnt they?"
"It's kind of an adult thing.....with boob shots and people showing there stuff."
"No one does that..."
"Yes they do.."
"No, they don't. I don't know who started that rumor, but I'd like to punch them in the face. I have been to mardi gras every year since birth not to mention that I have lived there for 19 years...I think I would know."

Then he turns to his other old man friend was like..
"Shit whatever man shes just a kid she dosn't know anything."

WOAH! big mistake... I don't give a big wad of poo if you are a old black male...I'll kick your ass. I'm more cultured about city life than you will ever be so suck it.

Anyways,
the gym.
So I decided to go swimming and everytime I go there is always this like super scrawny kid there doing like a thousand laps like hes trying to set a record of how long you can do laps before you get dizzy, hit your head on the side of the pool, and pass out. I'm like...training for the olympics? So hes doing his thing in one lane, and I am doing my thing in another WHEN this old lady gets in my lane and is doing The Frog. Cutest.Thing.Ever. I didn't even know old ladys go to the gym.

Moving on....
since I couldn't spend Mardi Gras in New Orleans with my family, my mommie sent me A KING CAKE!!!!
Here it be:

Da box it came in.

Da Cake :)

Isn't it BEAUTIFUL?! It taste like Mardi Gras...and heaven.

WEDDING PICTURESSSSSS! I know I jump from subject to subject randomly, but if it's one thing I HATED about English, was stupid transitions, so I decided that my blog will not have any.

Here is my Wedding Picture.

This is me and my hunkasaurus of a husband. Lawd we are one smokin couple!

Now for DESSERT!!

Here is muhh food from skewl. It's a sugary coma of deliciousness:::::

Peanut Butter Sandies!

My flower shaped sugar cookies. AMAZINGGGG.

Gingerbread flower with summ green icing.

Gingerbread circle. :D

BISCOTTI!! hell yeahh I made this!!

I can't take credit for these. These are Alicias. They looked AMAZING and very artsy so I thought you all should see :D

Cute little puff pastry...it didn't puff though.

My mini tarts!

And our nasty pie that looked like a fail, but didn't taste like a fail, so I will give it like a uhh 6.5

And dat be all. Oh! also, I got these lovely flowers for Valentines day:

STORY!!!

So, this is a little embarrassing, but I will tell you anyways, because I am often caught in awkward/embarrassing situations so well thats life.

So, it was Valentines day and I had nothing to do so I decided to just sit around the house in my pajamas (black sweat pants with little pink and white snouzer dogs on them and a giant CANES t-shirt....I looked special...) and watch movies. So I was all up into Meet The Robinsons when someone knocked on the door. So I go answer it and all and it was some delivery guy with a GIANT vase full of roses. He was like....Gaby Carr? I'm like...yep! Cause...holy shit they must have cost a fortune. So, I grab them and go inside and I am all amazed at my flowers and stuff. About five minutes later, I get another knock at the door and the delivery guy was there again and he was like...I'm sorry, I gave you the wrong ones. So, I am like...oh ok. So I go get the flowers and hand them to him and he comes back with a little teeny weeny bowl of water with some flowers in them and walks off. I'm all like..........

I mean, it was really nice for this un-named person to send me flowers, but I kinda wanted the big giant vase full of roses. So I go inside and put them down and am feeling kinda sad cause that was kinda embarrassing that he had to take away my big vase of roses and hand me this little fish bowl. So I resume my movie and then I hear ANOTHER knock at the door. So I go answer it an all and its a new delivery man and I am like...uhh what do you want? cause lets face it, I am alittle tired of answering the door here. So hes all like... Gaby Carr? I'm like uhh yes? cause no I am not expecting MORE flowers...but I get them anyway....which made me excited that people sent me flowers. :D So although I couldn't be with my husband and although Valentines Day is a waste of money and 24 hours, I can't rule it out being awful. I mean, I did get flowers :)

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Happy Valentines Day....(barf).....

Sickness = Sadness

I seriously feel like ralfing all over my computer. But I love it too much and then I would have to smell puke everytime I open it up and I don't think I am truly ready for that yet.

BUT

I am sick today. Thank gawd I have no school on Fridays. But the reason for my sickness:

unknown

It remains a mystery to me. I woke up. Ate breakfast (toast, so we can rule out food poisioning) read some chapters in this lamo mystery book that is suppose to be all like "scary" but isn't....and then it HIT ME. I got all headachy and queezy and was like...ugh for real? I had plans to go buy lolly pops and tootsie rolls at CVS today! Don't ruin my effing plans universe. But it did. So I took some Excederine. BAD MOVE. I have some tough times with caffiene here people. If I take/drink/eat/consume/breath any form of caffine I have a serious heart attack. Well who the hell knew caffine was in Excederine? Usually I take that for headaches but I take the Excederine Migrane and I was all out and went to the store the other day and they didn't have any so I bought Excederine Tension Headache and it has CAFFINE in it.

So, I took that, expecting to take my headache away and hoping I don't ralf, because ralfing sucks so bad. Well like 20 minutes later my heart is jumping out of my chest...I could see it like pushing out too and I was like....Dear God PLEASE don't let two measly tylenols kill me today...I really don't want to die today....maybe tomorrow, but today is not a good day for death. So I tried my hardest to go to sleep and ignore my jumping chest, twitching fingers (stop laughing this is a serious matter) and naucious stomach that was totally wanting me to puke right there on my bed. BUT I found the willpower and went to sleep for an hour instead.

Although I feel better, I still feel queezy. I tried to eat some Ritz crackers, but those damn things are so buttery and salty...it just didn't go well. The most annoying thing is that my dog, Zoe,

Yeah she eats my toes...

That's not the bad part though, the bad part is that she is STINKY. Like I give this child a bath like twice a week and she still smells all...dog like, and I even brush her teeth, but she licks places that aren't the best smelling so I try not to let her get too much in my face, but when I was laying down trying to think happy thoughts, she was all up in my nose with her stinky breath and I was like....OMG get AWAY! And I felt bad because she was all like....c'mon mom! Don't be a square....scrath my belly! And I am all like....GO AWAY! SERIOUSLY I WILL THROW UP ON YOU! So she like tilts her head all cute like (except I didn't think it was cute at the time) jumps off the bed and pees on the floor. Yeah, true story.

So, now I am watching 10 Things I Hate About You, because Heath Ledger is a BABE, or wass a babe (rip buddy) and that movie always makes me feel better.

QUOTE: I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

:D so cute.

Byyye.

Frustration to the 20,000th power

That's a lot of frustration.

So I have literally been stuck inside this house for a week and I am GOING CRAZY! The snow can seriously kiss my rear. I'm so sick of it. Two blizzards in a row. I think I have the family curse. I am being dead serious here people. We have an actual family curse. Whilst nothing tragic has happened to us yet, tragic things happen around us do to our presence. Since I was born, every state I have lived in has had a disaster....hence having the family curse passed onto me.

Living in Louisiana was ridonkulous. Hurricanes all the time. THEN when I was 14....Katrina came. Natural disaster #1. Then I move to Missouri and we get a GIANT ICE STORM the very first year we are there which has apparently never happened before. Then tornados invade my high school which has also apparently never happened before. THEN I move to DC and the first like, 7 months I am there we get two giant blizzards making it the biggest snow storm since the 1990's.

You better hope I never move to your state.

I don't EVEN want to bore you with pictures this time.

Since I have been stuck in this apartment (my confidential living space. A gerbil cage for humans. That is a shower, microwave, food, bed and toilet, all contained within a few hundred square feet. Meaning, I know basically know the sex habits and favorite music of the dwellers above me, but I wouldn't recougnize there face or name if I happen to see them out).

So, like I was saying, since I have been stuck in this apartment for a week.... I have watched countless lifetime movies, gained 5lbs, and managed to avoid studying for my final that was suppose to be Monday, and has been moved to next Tuesday.

It's sunny right now which is probably an awul time to be trapsing around town to get out, because the roads are like slippery death. I am not stupid. So I am going to sit around and do the same things I have been doing until I can semi-safely drive around and get some air.

So, Pink! came out with this new song called Glitter In The Air. It's terriffic if you were wondering. Also, The Rock Heros have a song (not so new) called Only God Knows Why....its pretty sad, but uplifting and I have found a strange attachment to it.

I really have nothing new to say....so adios. Be safe if you are in this/were in this/going to be in this weather. seriously...don't mess with mother nature...she'll kick your ass.

-Gaby :D

Postuh Secaret

Vday :/ ?

Happy Early Valentines Day to those lucky enough to have a Valentine.

I'm not pouting, seriously.

Congrats.

Blizzard 2010 FML (and definitions)

Yeah, another one.

I know that you know that I LOVE to complain about the snow, but seriously. Fuck.


So facebook is being a big lamo (lame to the extreme extent; not cool) and wont let me upload pictures right now, so I am going to give you all a nice glimpse of these annoyance that is snow. I just gotsta (A Vanilla Ice-style way of saying must or have to.) show yoohs (you people).

Yeah....

So, Heres my dog Zoe....she hates the snow too.

So, yeah.

The definition part of the title of this blog means this.
Apparently people sometimes don't understand my language. Most people call it Gaby Language because, well....apparently I am the only who knows what I am talking about sometimes. I like to think that I am just more superior than those said people, but just incase I am making up my own lanugage and I have really just failed to realize....I shall define.

Anyhoo,
I yam stuck in da house which isn't all that bad. I went and shoveled snow this morning and lemme tell yoohs wut....if I didn't get abs from that than I don't know what will. That was a workout. I wanted to die. I guess it wasn't all that bad considering I had a snow shovel and the crazy lady a few cars down was using a dustpan. I'm like, uhhhh..... yeah. But I was only shoveling, because I feared that we would have a government sneeze (misteak made by the government) and actually have to go to school tomorrow. I am sure we will, which is hazardous. I would miss, but sadly, midterms are tomorrorw :O....that I didn't study for. (Shocker there.) <~ not a deffinition.

So I was super bored yesterday and I so I was all like, er...maybe I will Google Hand (the measure of ones ability to rapidly locate information on the internet using Google.) and see what I could make fun of. AND I FOUND SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Go here: (after you read the rest of my blog of course). http://notalwaysright.com/
It's soooooooooooo funny!

Well I yam sure you are all wondering what awesome (cool, hip, exciting) things we made in class since I last posted. I assure you it's much cooler than bread.

TOFFEE FLAN!

(tasted like custardd and caramel!)

Eclairs :D

Chocolate cream pie with mergine topping.

IT'S A DANISH!! I put cream cheese filling in it, but it like disappeard somehow.

I am AWESOMENESS!! (the quality of being awesome).

Story: gotta tell you people something. Don't trust match.com. It's nagware (software released as freeware or shareware that nags the user into purchasing, supporting, or upgrading on a regular basis.) I, as a joke, joined match.com just to see who exactly a computer thinks is my "type". I got a bunch of losers, but the point is.....it's supposidly free until one day you log on and they say you can't continute to your profile until you buy a package with them. I'm like...I have all these lonley losers waiting for me to reply to the date invites and you're telling me I have to make them suffer and wait for the rejection?! So...don't get stuck like I did.

Well so anyway,

I am in need of work....I kinda of want a job I don't hate....also like a gravy train (a job where no work is involved, but I still recieve the paycheck; get paid for doing nothing.) I was thinking the movie theatre. That sounds easy.

STORY!!!!

-So, like....I was sitting in my car the other day and it was totally icing and I was like at a stop light that was seriously taking forever. But before I was arriving at the stoplight I was jamming to Glee. So, I didn't notice the person next to me was watching me and kinda smirking...like uhh this girl is strange. She knows I can see her? So, I was jammin and the light was taking forever. I swear everyother direction went twice already so I was like yelling at nothing trying to green the light (a term used by a frustrated person who believes he or she can ask the help of a higher power to make a traffic light turn green. It originates from firemen who actually have the power to turn the light green) and the guy next to me ROLLS DOWN HIS WINDOW and stares at me as if to say....I AM LOOKING AT YOU CRAZY GIRL...STOP ACTING LIKE A PSYCHO! So I rolled down my window cause I was like....he wants to say something...and he looked at me with a baffled look...shook his head...and ran the red light. TRUE STORY. I am not that crazy...I don't think.

I have decided that this definition thing is recrunkulous (ridiculous in the crunckest of ways) and if you seriously have no idea what I am saying then you need to go get a tutor. English is your native language (hopefully) don't fail at it American. Don't.

Go HereeEEEEEeee

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okay seriously, idk if its cause its late here and im super tired or what, but go to that link...I am seriously peeing myself right now.