My NeighbourBestFriend is Calling Me Schizophrenic. (I should've seen this coming.)

Hi there, g-

Overachiever Gabi:  Hello, blogosphere. Gabi is busy right now and for the entire month of November. She will no longer be eating, sleeping, laughing, or updating this blog. This is due to a number of commitments, including wrestling practises 5 times a week and National Novel Writing Month, a questionably responsible and inaccurately named international writing event. But, since she signed up, no sleep for us. I mean, nobody realizes what a contribution I make. I work so hard, and for this?! She only has a B in science class! It's a traves-

Coach Gabi:  POSITIVE IMAGERY! YOU MUST USE POSITIVE IMAGERY! YOU WILL CROSS THAT FINISH LINE AND YOU WILL SURVIVE NOVEMBER!

ADHD Gabi : I ran like a mile at fitness practice yesterday morning! Or, like, more than a mile.  I can do push-ups now! It's so cool!

Overachiever Gabi: You don't have time for this! We have to plan for NaNoWriMo! WHERE ARE OUR STORYBOARDS!?

Nice Gabi: It's okay, sweetie! At the Toronto NaNo kickoff, tons of people didn't even have plots yet.
ADHD Gabi: They had really good ice cream there.

Scholarly Gabi: And did you see the old typewriter? And the encyclopedias from the 1800s? And the old-fashioned stained glass windows? IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.

Poetic Gabi: I especially liked being around kindred spirits. It was like all of our souls were bound togther by the common bond of writing.

ADHD Gabi: LIKE TERMITES. They're like, all like  MUST SERVE QUEEN. and then they don't really think much else. . .

Girly Gabi: Did you see the cute guy there? We shook hands and everything! His name was --

Honest Gabi: You realize that anyone who frequents the NaNoWriMo forums can easily read this, including members of your region? And it isn't interesting to talk about cute boys who you've  exchanged 15 words with on a blog.

Teenage Gabi: We can write about his unattainable smile in our diary, right? And how we're destined to never be together?

Grumpy Gabi: SHUDDUP, I'M HIBERNATING.

Musical Gabi: Can I sing you a lullaby?

ADHD: SING THAT ONE ABOUT THE LADY WHO DIES BECAUSE SHE EATS A HORSE!

Scholarly Gabi: That reminds me of a book I've been reading. . .

Overachiever Gabi: Or a book which you have to plan? GET OFF OF THE INTERNET.
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So, at this point the parents of the children I was babysitting finally got home and I realized that there is not much of a point to this post. I'm posting it anyway!

You may have gathered that my life is busy. That explains why I haven't been posting nearly enough.
NaNoWriMo begins in 31 hours, so I'm kind of sort of in panic mode.

I got asked by someone on the clergy of my synagogue to sing a duet with him which is awesomefantasticexcellent! It also cuts into my writing time.

I have had the same song stuck in my head for the last 5 days, so I figured it out on the ukulele.

- Gabi

Wacky Mac is basically kosher Kraft Dinner, except in cool shapes.

Soo. It's been a while. No, blog, I don't hate you. I just felt like I needed a break, okay? 

Yeah. I'm kind of busy too. I'm sorry that you don't have any friends, but I spent last weekend with four different people. 
Me and Friend 1 and I made a castle out of boxes of Wacky Mac and watched Grease. Because I'm really popular.
And then I went to see Friend 2-4, and they're all boys because I'm really attractive and stuff. 
We watched Dodgeball and talked about A Game of Thrones (see this link too) and religion and played with Friend 3's 4 bit calculator on Minecraft, because we're really cool and interested in normal teenager stuff.


Okay, blog? I have a life. So suck it.


I was also spending a lot of time programming, which is really cool too. My grade 11 computer science credit is going to get me hot guys, mark my words. 


What is this obsession with hot guys? It's like something in my head thinks that making constant sex jokes is funny, but then another part of my brain is like "Noooo, that isn't appropriate and only Jessica can get away with that," and then turns all of my penis jokes into hot guy jokes.


SHUTUPWORLDICANBESOCIALLYOKAYTOOSOMETIMESYOUKNOW




Anyway. I got awards. A long time ago.


I'm going to start with this one from Mercy (at Not At All Stupid), which isn't really an award, but a passing on art thingamajig. It's funny, because I'm not artistically talented. Mostly because of my hand-eye coordination, and a bit because of my short attention span. BUT ANYWAYS. 
Here.

I spent a really long time cutting out little letters from teen magazines (which my mom buy for me in the hope that I'll be a girl for her) for the smoothie part, but then I got really frustrated and uploaded the picture into my free trial of photoshop and put a beautiful an interesting background on it. 


It's an alphabet smoothie/milkshake/whatever this is, because I always liked alphabet soup as a kid, and I also like cutting up magazines.


Now I tag people?


I think that I'm just going to tag Thais, because she's creative and stuff. (She sent me a package a couple of weeks ago, and there are little paper hearts all over my floor.) I know that she doesn't actually go on her blog much, but TOO BAD. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That evil laugh didn't come out right. Ugh.


The rules for the Travelling Smoothie Award shall be at the bottom.


Okay. That's done. Yayyyy Gabi accomplished something!








Moving on.


The Rambler , whose name makes her sound like a really awesome super-villain whose powers involve going off on tangents, gave me an award called the Liebster Award. 

IT EES SO CUTE. 


Now I write 7 things about myself.


a) I think I'm slowly metamorphosing - holy crap I actually spelled that properly - into a hipster. Most of the music I listen to has under 20 000 views on YouTube. I also discovered this band whose genre is Indie Post-Rock. And then I enjoyed the music. It's really worrying how many graphic t-shirts I own, and I sometimes brag about how I've known about tumblr for a really long time. I understand and enjoy modern art, and sometimes I find myself rolling my eyes at mainstream stuff. It's really scary, because I don't really like hipsters very much. 




2. I watched a full length My Little Pony movie for 81 minutes with two friends last night. I think that I'm very much like Cheerilee.




Three: I have a problem with feet. I just really don't like them. They're scary.




100 - When I'm stressed out, I count to ten in different bases. It helps calm me down. 




Cinq! I have a lot of trouble writing seriously, because I can't take myself seriously. If I try to write sad poetry, I end up laughing and screaming in frustration at the same time. 




Shesh Sometimes I'm really good at math. Like that time last year when I got 3rd place in my school on the math contest, and would have won if I didn't go to such a smart-person school. Sometimes, I suck. I got a 58% on my exam. Same goes for almost every subject. 




public void vii ( )
{


System.out.println ("I was the only girl in my entire school who did the optional programming contest last year. I didn't do as terribly as I expected to.");


}


Okay! Done that! I have to tag people now. You're supposed to tag 7 people who have under 100 followers. All of you guys may feel free to ignore the tags, by the way. 


Ash from The Cheesecake Paradox - He's really cool. He also has 69 followers. I shouldn't have giggled.


Lot's Wife at F*** Salt - On top of the witty biblical pen-name, I think that it's really cool to dedicate an entire blog to such a niche subject. I suppose that's what the internet's for. :D


Jenelle at [I am Unimaginative] - I can't actually tell how many followers she has, because Blogger is silly. But she's pretty awesome, and I'm not sure why I think her name is Jenelle, but I'm just going to go with it and be creepy regardless.


Flyergirl13 at Drizzled in Awesomeness - I really like her blog. I just do. Also, she's a sparkler, and it's kind of cool to see her username both here and on sparklife posts. I'm sort of creepy. Oops.


ZNZ at Jotting Down Notes - This one is kind of creepy, because I'm not entirely sure if she knows who I am. But I enjoy her blog. I'm kind of a stalker. Oops.


Ellen at Defenestrated Feet - She hasn't posted in 2 whole months. But she should post. I like her illustrations a lot. 


AND I DON'T KNOW WHO ELSE TO TAG.  AAAAH.
I have like four hours of programming to do, so I'm just not going to tag anyone else. 




BYE. 


-Gabi


Rules for the Travelling Smoothie: 

1. Put an uncolored copy of the smoothie into the post (for video bloggers, print it out or insert it into your video).

2. Color in another copy of the smoothie. Be creative and color the smoothie, straw, and background, if you wish.

3. Insert your colored smoothie in your post/ video/ webpage. If you wish, you may include the location of the smoothie. Be as general or specific as you wish.

4. Name five blogging/ video blogging/ DeviantArt friends who will then have to fill out the smoothie, too. Also remember to link to them, because linking to people makes sad people happy.

Here's the blank template!

I wonder if I should make this title relate to my post? Naahhhh. Hint: It involves poop.

The terrible day has arrived. There is exactly one usable bathroom in the entire house.


Thespian Gabi: WHAT?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.


Teenage Gabi: You've known this since this morning.


Thespian Drama: Way to break my character. Great job! (exit DR)


Teenage Gabi: Oh look, how melodramatic. While I'm suffering with every heartbeat -


Poetic Gabi: every breath-


Teenage and Poetic Gabi: every glance at this shattered world.


Poetic Gabi: You. . . you understand me. 


Teenage Gabi: If we have one band that we like in common, then you're probably my soulmate.


Honest Gabi: This is why nobody can take you guys seriously. You guys are made up characters corresponding to your writers' personality that she writes about when she's bored.


Scholarly Gabi: Perhaps we should cut the adolescent some slack. Teenagers' brains are not fully developed.


ADD Gabi: Your face isn't fully developed.


Scholarly Gabi: That's true, Gabi is still growing.


ADD Gabi: Your face is still growing!


Teenage Gabi: FACE JOKES ARE NOT FUNNY.


ADD Gabi: Really?


Honest Gabi: Really.


ADD Gabi: E- e- excuse me for a little while.

(sobs loudly)

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Anywayyyyys. There's a clogged pipe somewhere in the house which makes any water used on the main floor  or upstairs come out of the main floor's toilet. Our little house is grumpy. And when it takes a temper tantrum, it spews fecal matter.

In my quest to stop being overly polite, I will not apologise for not posting. (HA! TAKE THAT, CANADA.)

But my posts may be infrequent due to the general business of my life. Sorry about that.  Fuck.  SORRY PERSONAL GOAL TO NOT SWEAR!   AAAAAHHHHHHH


I WILL NOT BE POSTING AND YOU WILL DEAL WITH THAT, OKAY?!


I don't feel very well. I'm going to go apologise to someone for feeling that way.


Love,
Gabi