pink vs. blue

I'm tired of the whining.
The boys say the girls
are all catty
and the girls say the boys
are all jerks
and it just isn't true, okay?
Maybe it's something I've learned
from being bisexual
and dealing with not just
boys or just girls
but both and
slowly but surely
I've realized that,
contry to popular belief,
ALL of us are idiots.
We're all morons
and we all make mistakes
and say things
we don't mean and do
people we don't like
and forget to call
and call too much
and forget anniversaries
and use our teeth at the
wrong time and kiss
on the first date
and cheat.
We're all in this together
so enough pointing of fingers
and more holding of hands
please.

you guys i might totally have this thing

Am hyper, or possibly manic. I would vastly prefer the first possibility to the second. Possibly it's because I was upset to the point of extended crying earlier today, so it's just my emotions being all hey, let's make up for that whole thing before! Pfff. Anyway.

I was reading about...okay I don't actually remember what I was reading about on Wikipedia, but somehow it ended up me looking up about being a night owl, and it turns out if you prefer to stay up late and wake up early you have an eveningness chronotype. EVENINGNESS. Seriously, no shit. Science is ridiculous.

I clicked through further, finding that if you sleep in a pattern that disrupts your ability to participate in stuff like school or work normally you may have a circadian rhythm sleep disorder. You know how many times my weird-ass sleep schedule has interfered with school & work? UM ONLY LIKE A MILLION TIMES. I had a bit of a mini breakdown about a month after I started work at the paper mill because the schedule required me to be like...awake at 5 in the morning & go to bed by nine or so, and I just could not adjust. Well, that and I was working 55 hours a week. Heh.

AMUSING QUOTE: "Possible treatments for circadian rhythm sleep disorders include: [stuff. Patients] are also told to not be in bed for anything besides sleep and sex."

'And sex.' Hahahaha if I was treating someone for this disorder I would just tell them to start having sex on the kitchen table or the floor or something instead. Why not?

Also, this entry is in a weird text because I wrote in on LiveJournal first & then copy-pasted it here, because I'm an idiot.

oh look, things

I've had a Tumblr for a while, but don't recall that I've ever posted the link on here? It contains mostly funny pictures/links. The last two or more are from Donald :P The boy's funny, what can I say.

Tags says I have talked about Tumblr before, maybe linked it, too lazy/burdened with slow Interwebz to check before posting this. At any rate, there you go. I'm pimping it some more. Deal with it.

*yawn*

Just slept for 18 hours, making up for a fun-filled weekend of craziness. Mmm. Good stuff.

Poor Blogger...compared to my LiveJournal at 600 some entries & my Facebook Notes at 500 some, it's really behind at 191 posts, innit? (We won't even talk about how much shit is on my Twitter..)

Oh well. Forward the buffs!

well

For those of you who think "it's not official 'til it's on Facebook," I officially have a boyfriend. His name is Donald. He's fantastic.

:)

well, i WAS going to bed

I had high hopes of getting some sleep tonight, albeit on the couch as my bed is covered in dirty laundry. I thought I saw something small with legs dart across the upper bit of my keyboard, but when I actually looked it seemed to be gone. I thought ha ha, Gabrielle, awake for over 24 hours and you're hallucinating spiders. Brilliant.

Ten minutes pass, and something small with legs OH GOD SPIDER SPIDER darts across my screen. I fling the laptop away from me onto the couch, climb off the OTHER end of the couch, hit the lights, and finally KILL IT with a stray shoe. Its little body is smashed into the carpet somewhere. I lost track in all the terror.

Long story short, I can't sleep now, no way, no how, want alcohol, keep imagining that I have a spider on me GAH. Someone hold me :<

the 11th doctor

I finally got around to watching the first episode of Doctor Who, with the newest Doctor & companion: Matt Smith & Karen Gillan, respectively.

All I can say is: Wow. Great job casting Smith, I approve 100%. I think he does a bang-up job portraying the Doctor's quixotic Time Lord personality - and he's pretty cute too ;) As is Karen Gillan, especially in her initial sexy policewoman outfit. I think fishnets should be de rigeur for all companions from now on, kthnx...

so...

Stayed out very late with my Internet Guy again, got home at like 2 am. Trying to stay up and awake through church n stuff today so I can maybe get my sleep schedule fixed up again. I endure less parental bitching when I'm awake at normal hours :P

Mom came downstairs, demanded I get some rest..."Did you hear me?" "Yes, you've repeated yourself several times." Threatened to pull the plug on my computer. Technically she can do that - while the computer is mine, she & Dad pay for the electricity my wall plug is currently siphoning away. Plus they own the phone line I'm using to access l'Internets.

She stomped upstairs maybe 3 minutes ago without carrying out any of her threats, and while it's possible she could still cut me off - she has a phone line upstairs she could fuck around with that would force me offline - she hasn't yet.

Maybe her bark is worse than her bite, after all.

do re mi

(the new poem which I read at Broken Mic on Wednesday...it got some laughs/snaps, so here 'tis).

Apparently I don't look like a singer.
I'm not sure what a singer looks like.
Maybe skinnier?
Perhaps people think the notes come out clearer that way
Rocketing straight up from the diaphragm
Out the mouth
Tuneful and brilliant
Whereas a melody might get lost
Among my curves.
It's a possibility,
I don't actually know.
I DO know that if I try for high notes
I get faint and squeaky.
I'm an alto
Tending to the lower registers
And given to transposing higher songs
So they fit my natural range.
That's probably cheating.
I say 'apparently' I don't look like a singer
Because people are always surprised that I sing well.
It's not very often that people hear you sing
Although things like Rock Band have made it more common.
I tend to get it more when I'm visiting church
With new friends.
I'm singing along with the rest of the congregation
Striving to blend in
(Congregations encourage that)
And they'll turn to me and exclaim
(always in the tone of surprise!)
Hey! You have a good voice!
Yes...yes I do.

Quote of the Day

Dad: "Look at this job ad. 'Seeking people to work with the elderly, full or part time..."

Mom: "Don't. That's not the job for her."

Dad: "What? Why?"

Mom: "Uh. She's not a very caring person..."

geek FAIL

My little brother, Spencer, doesn't know who Leonard Nimoy is. -.-

faaaaaaaaaaaail

Oh hey, Twitter Fail Whale! Haven't gotten that in a while. Fun.

life, life

I wrote a new poem to read at Broken Mic on Wednesday (Spokane Poetry Slam's weekly open-mic-esque event). I feel like I have to write new poems for that - I've got so attached to most of my old ones that it's impossible to rework them so they're suitable for reading. I read two of mine two weeks ago, but it was a really tiny crowd and Kurt, the guy who usually is actually semi responsive during readings, wasn't there. Bleh. If it goes over well I'll probably post it here and on dA. If not, you'll just have to WONDER ABOUT IT FOREVER.

Today I am going to Open Interview day at Panda Express. Ima hopefully donate plasma (for money) and drop off some applications at other places, like Fairbridge Inn Express and...and whatever the building is that you're supposed to drop off applications for Spokane County jobs, I forget D:

Does Blogger allow posting of what I'm currently listening to? It would be nice if there was an option for that. I'll fiddle around with it after I post. Right now it only has bullshit like 'add location' and 'labels' and allowing comments and whatnot. Feh.

Uhhhhh. The House episode that aired yesterday and which I watched today in the early hours of the morning with Cole was truly excellent. Lulz and character development were had.

Despite only having watched a season and a half of the previous seven seasons of 24, I am currently keeping up with the eighth (and last) season that's airing right now. In that news: (SPOILER) THEY KILLED RENEE WALKER. Dislike!

It seems like there were more things I wanted to say but I'm forgetting them now. It's the staying up till 5 am that does it, I tell ya. Oh. I'm currently going out with a boy who I met On the Internet, but I don't think I'll say any more about him on my public blog until if/when things become more serious.

Also, I've read books 1-5 of Scott Pilgrim, and I STILL DON'T KNOW IF I LIKE THEM. I mean, you'd figure if I went through the time to read five of the goddamn books I'd know that by now, but, uh, seriously. I don't know D: Mostly it's because they're graphic novel-y things and it takes me about twenty minutes to read a book, so instead of having 500 pages or whatever to think hmmm, do I like this? I only have about 180 or whatever, and it's not EVEN 180 pages of text because 2/3 of it is PICTURES. Which isn't bad. It's just that it's like trying to figure out if I like potato chips. One bite and it's gone. Eeek.

Quote of the Day

"Chocolate milk and plotting. Two tastes that go great together!"
~ Donald

Quote of the Day

"I'm a manipulative bitch and you're a heartless bitch. We make such a good team!"
~ Madi

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Right?