(ADD Gabi sits alone on a park bench, quietly singing to herself.)
ADD Gabi: Birthday, birthday, having fun on birthdayyyyy. . .
Musical Gabi: You can't harmonize with yourself, you know.
ADD Gabi: I was singing a birthday song!
Coah Gabi: YOU HAVE NO TIME TO SING! YOU HAVE A TOURNAMENT ON WEDNESDAY!
Sports Commentator: Score! Gabi has successfully spelled Wednesday correctly for the first time! And she does it again! The crowd goes wild!
Honest Gabi: There is no crowd. Does anybody else see the crowd?
Scholarly Gabi: I agree with you! And we can even use Occam's Razor to disprove the crowd if it gets really down and dirty.
Girly Gabi: This is why I don't have a social life, guys!
Poetic Gabi: But you wrote a novel last month which you can easily turn into a metaphor for society!
Overachiever Gabi: Why do you need a social life when you are an executive member of three clubs, an active member of five, have wrestling practice six times a week, are an executive member of a youth group and organize monthly events, have a babysitting job, and need to get good marks? This is your future, Gabi.
Girly Gabi: One of my friends greets me every day with, "Hi Gabi! Hang out with us more." I need a social life.
Coach Gabi: I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. NO. YOU MAY NOT QUIT WRESTLING, DO YOU HEAR ME?!
Gabi's Body: Can we go to sleep now? Please?
ADD Gabi: In a minu- OH LOOK IT'S A LINK THAT THE ATTRACTIVE BOY FROM DRAMA LAST YEAR POSTED!
20 minutes later
ADD Gabi: Who would have thought that he was trolling?
Gabi's Body: It is bed time. Go to sleep. Your birthday is over and you have no excuse any more and I am tired and soon I will fall asleep on the keyboard and get little key indents on my face.
Girly Gabi: Not the face!
That was yesterday.
Scholarly Gabi: A good part of it was this morning, actually.
I don't care.
Gabi's Body: Can we sleep again?
It's only nine p.m.! I really would like to produce an entire post. Anyway. I could go through my birthday presents, but since people know me, I mostly got Chapters/Indigo gift cards. I also got a couple of unicorns, but hey, you know. Those are pretty standard these days.
Nice Gabi: Maybe you should write thank you cards! And the journal your brother got you was sweet!
Honest Gabi: It had skulls on the cover. It has the words "chaotic," "poetic," "frantic," and "romantic" on it. It's ugly.
Teenager Gabi: It even takes itself too seriously to me.
Creative Gabi: Oooh, can I make a collage on it?! It will be a pretty collage!
I should have mentioned at some point that notebooks have personalities to me. My notebook has to be my friend. Strange Gabi is strange.
Alright, I am going to go now.
Oh! I will be participating in the Teens Can Write Too blog chain. I encourage all of you to check it out! I've never really written on this blog for a set date before, so I am sort of nervous, but hopefully it will go well.
Strange captcha word of the day:
Cookines (v.) Being so excited about freshly baked goods that one misspells words like cookie.
Gabi cookines each and every time she smells chocolate chip cookies in the oven.