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

http://unrelatedcaptions.com/

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.

The SMITHSONIAN

So, I went to the Smithsonian a few days ago with my guy friend Diar and I totally FORGOT my camera.

Story!!:
So, like, the Smithsonian is free and all and it was only a few Metro stops away from my school and since I have two hours until my next class (p.s. if you plan on going to the Smithsonian, ever, make it an all day event. Trust me.) so we decided to go on over to the Smithsonian and look at interesting things.

So, we get over there and we are walking to it and this guy with a "bum" leg hobbles over to us and is all like "where are you and your lady going?" and Diars all like, "er the smithsonian." Then is hobo decides to give us this like long ass speech on the different Smithsonians and what they have and just as we were thanking him and trying to scoot away he is all like.....".....and the wildlife and aquatic section is over there..and do you want to donate any money to me? It's for Haiti?" I was all like, "er, we are struggling artist on our way to make some cash with our trumpets in my book bag, sorry." So he accepted this and we walked away.

So, we get to the door, open it, walk inside and through the medal detector and I quickly remember I have a knife in my bookbag. Seriously, I shit you not. I didn't feel like bringing my tool kit to class cause it's so effing heavy so I just threw some things in my bad along with a pairing knife. So the metal detector doesn't even go off and I am all like...er? okay....and the security guard was like, uhh I need to check your back pack. So I am like okay....and I hand it to him and he's like....OPEN IT! and I am like...wow, er okay? So I open it and he squishes all my bread (read previous blog) and then hands it back and I am all like....wow...great security?!

So we go rush through the Smithsonian. Some pictures. Like I said before, I forgot my camera so here are some low quality shots from my crumby phone.

 A GIANT ELEPHANT!!

The skeleton of a money......sick people.

The floating uhh....sea otters...

Creepy ass tiki dolls from ancient Rome or whatever.

A centipede.

This crazy ass old lady holding a hissing cockroach.

The crazy ass old lady holding a stick bug..

Seriously, a freakin cobra.

and a Teranchila (sp?)

And that is all, cause my phone was running our of memory.

So THEN after we realized we were running our of time, we were hungry and I wasn't about to eat any more bread (previous blog) especially since that security bastard squished it all. So, strangly, they had a cafe there. I got chicken fingers. Then they had a gift shop. And incase you didn't know, The Night At The Museum was filmed at the Smithsonian so they had all kinds of Night At The Museum shiz. It was pretty neat. I got a pack of postcards and sent them out to everyone I know. They said.....LOOK! I WENT TO THE SMITHSONIAN! IT WAS AWESOME. Cause, truly, it was. You really should go one time.

That is all for now.

-Gaby.