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Friday, June 4, 2010
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Gabrielle.
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Knowing all this makes me feel closer to you, even in the simplest ways.
I love you, Nut.
This just made me smile
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Gabrielle.
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If for one minute you think you’re better than a sixteen year old girl in a Greenday t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favourite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn’t know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.
— Gerard Way
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Headaches and Milkshakes.
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Gabrielle.
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Last night my mom started talking to me about European Studies. She doesn't think it's practical at all and she doesn't think it'll fit my personality. After my conversation with her last night I started to doubt a lot of things. As much as I tried to prove to myself that I was making the right decision, there was this nagging voice in my head yelling "What if?". Before I went to sleep I started thinking what if I failed? What if I made the wrong decisions? What if I chose the wrong course?
This morning during breakfast my mom did the same thing. She started asking me those questions. She tried handing me some answers but it made it even harder for me. After breakfast I sat in my room and stared at my review books and started doubting everything. I started doubting my capability, I started thinking about what i'd lose if I didn't pass. It felt like my room was caving in and all I could do was sit there and think.
As the school year opens, the fear is slowly taking me in. I'm starting to realize all these things that I've been keeping locked away somewhere. All these questions and thoughts...
I've gotta admit it to myself. I'm scared. I'm very scared. I'm afraid of failure. I'm afraid of disappointing people. I'm afraid of disappointing myself.
Another Day Comes to an End.
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
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Gabrielle.
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I spent most of the day in a foul humor. Don't ask. I kept myself locked up in my room doing absolutely unimportant things. I kinda regret wasting my time like that. I should have opened one of the two MSA review books I have on my desk and run through some questions. Or I should have gone to the backyard and done some PT exercises, just so that my muscles won't freak out on me the next time I do them again.
I hate knowing that there could've been something better I spent my time on that what I did. I don't like regretting how I spent my time because I like being productive.
I'm constantly shifting from the part of me that knows what's best to the part of me that just wants to lay back and enjoy each moment I have while I have it.
Is this me over-analyzing again?
Yes.
Okay Gaby, you've over worked your brain enough for the day. Just enjoy the music and go to sleep soon.
p.s. Cute skin. Yes? No?
As the Sun Sets
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Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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Gabrielle.
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As the sun turns a light shade of blue, the street lights simultaneously go on, shadows start to form.
As the day comes to an end, my eyes grow heavier knowing that I'll be asleep in a few hours.
The thunder's back and the winds are as strong as ever. I've got an old favorite playing on iTunes; Boston by Augustana is filling the room.
The day feels like it ended too fast, maybe 'cause of the season. I can hear the leaves of the Narra and Santol trees swaying with the breeze in the backyard.
In a few minutes the sky turned a heavy gray; t's night time. I can't tell if it's the leaves or if it's rain, but the music out there seems to go well with the music in here.
Maybe it's the weather or the time or the lack of sleep that's making me languid. Maybe it's everything. The breeze is really strong, making it even harder for me to keep my eyes open.
It's raining again.
I found my old myspace. I'm trying to remember my old email.
Isn't it weird when you find old things you used to love? All these memories start returning.
I haven't been on that thing in forever. Ha. I wonder what I'll find?
I'm starting to remember the old me. That kid. I can't believe how much I've missed.
I guess I'm gonna start reminiscing.
Ttyl.
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The best advice I have ever gotten:
So this is me following that advice.
What's on my bookshelf?
Beachglass by Wendy Blackburn
It's a very good read, I suggest you check it out.
What's next on my bookshelf?
Tricks by Ellen Hopkins
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