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.
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.
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.
Wow, thanks! Am I supposed to tag people and stuff like that too now?
ReplyDeleteThis just made my day! It really did. And my name is Jennelle. You win a prize. Or something.
ReplyDeleteOh boy, more homework. I'll get to this.. In like a month. I have some serious reading to do before then. Also, the package I sent you was by far the most creative thing I have ever made for anyone other than myself. I'm selfish like that, and sending you a 10 inch clay canister wasn't really an option. But yeah, I love you. I'm also thinking about writing a story. It should be cool. Not really a story, more like an autobiography for no one to read until I die plus a bucket list because I STILL DON'T HAVE ONE, AND I'M GETTING OLD.
ReplyDeleteMy comments always turn into mini blog posts. Also, I just saw that I can rate this post as a "this sucks". WHAT A WASTE, EVERYONE LOVES YOU< GABI.
T-20 months until Canada <3
I once sent my girlfriend love letters with cut-out magazine letters, but after the mix-up with the police thinking it was a ransom letter, I switched back to handwritten.
ReplyDeleteMy secret identity has been revealed.
ReplyDeleteWHERE DO I HIDE
AM I NOT REMEMBERED ANYMORE
ReplyDeleteI suppose that's my fault for never blogging ever. -_- Actually, that's not true. I blogged...two months ago? I think? :/
It's great to have you back, Gabi!
I love how your posts are sort of all over the place. Like...yeah I'm not even going to go there.
ReplyDeleteI think I could count all of the blog awards I've ever gotten on one hand. I need to make my own blog award and then give it to myself.
Sooo I alread follow a lot of blogs and have a hard time keeping up with the reading. So I've made it a point to stop following so many. And now, you've just ruined that little goal today by making me laugh. Blogs that make me laugh must be followed. Found you on FTLOB by the way. I think you're just adorable. Looking forward to reading more.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! (...Woah?) You tagged me? I feel so... honored. And ashamed that I didn't read this sooner. You actually had to point it out to me...
ReplyDeleteI had to look up the word "Liebster." It looks like it's German for "dearest." Who knew? (I guess anyone who speaks German...)
Anyway, you count to ten in different bases to calm yourself down? That's probably worse than the Minecraft calculator. Unless, of course, you think stuff like that is awesome (which I do).
And thank you. I think I'll probably continue the trend and pass on the award (or make my own award with one less heart in it. Hearts and salt just bring hypertension to mind...)