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Twilight for Guys.

Or, you know, anyone who appreciates Teh Female Makeouts.

<3

i fail at everything, sometimes/frequently

Somehow I forgot to blog about this. Um. So.

I turned in my application to be a roomie with Calob & Donald about two weeks ago. For some reason I was uber-paranoid that they would say no. I'd be moving in anyway, albeit illegally, and I'd probably be all paranoid and put 2/3 of my stuff into storage someplace so it wouldn't actually LOOK like I lived here. However, it turns out that won't be necessary :)

The landlady called me on my way to work last Wednesday to tell me my application was accepted. It was kind of embarrassing, actually - I answered while driving with the windows down, so she's all, "Hi, it's Velda from Rockcliffe..." and I'm like "wat" and she's like "ROCKCLIFFE, YANNO, THE PLACE YOU WANNA LIVE?" all sarcastic-like. I'm like "Oh! Oh god! I'm so sorry! Of course! Hi!" while hastily rolling my windows up so I can, yanno, HEAR. I'm dumb :B

They're having problems with their staff right now, so I'm not actually gonna sign lease papers and stuff until next week or so. But I'm going to start moving my stuff in, for sure, and trying to get my friggin' room at home cleaned out. I've been living there since I was 12, so there is a FUCKTON of shit laying around. Like, all of my high school homework, for starters. Oh boy oh boy.

But in regards to the fact that I am finally moving in with Donald, who I love so much - :DDDDDD

Quote of the Day

"I saw you downtown at the corner of Third and Stewart. You are a wolf on a leash. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? Has anyone ever told you that you are an actual wolf? Eat that asshole who's holding you prisoner and go back to the tundra."
~ The Stranger

i can HAZ tattoo idea

In my opinion, text-based tattoos can be kind of hard to do well. But, this is my idea, to be played with:

“What do you fear, my lady?"

"A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them, and all chance of valour has gone beyond beyond recall or desire."

D'AWW

A 5-week old Barbary lion (extinct in the wild). SO...CUTE...

Quote of the Day

"Vera said: "Why do you feel you have to turn everything into a story?"

  So I told her why:

  Because if I tell the story, I control the version.

  Because if I tell the story, I can make you laugh, and I would rather have you laugh at me than feel sorry for me.

  Because if I tell the story, it doesn't hurt as much.

  Because if I tell the story, I can get on with it."

~ Heartburn, Nora Ephron

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Roman Coins from Falls of the Ohio.

"In 1963, a construction engineer found a small hoard of coins while excavating the north bank of the Ohio River...Troy McCormick, then manager of the new Falls of the Ohio Museum in Clarksville, Ind... identified the smaller coin...as a bronze of Claudius II, from 268 A.D. The larger coin has been identified...as a follis of Maximinus II, from 312 or 313 A.D...The exhibit has recently been removed from public display, because the Museum belongs to the state of Indiana, and the exhibit conflicted with the state's archaeological policy that there is no documented evidence of pre-Columbian contacts..."

WoW, Blizzard, FAIL [/pun]

Seriously, guys, this is not a good idea.

nice one, haters

This website seems to think Oscar Wilde was a 'reformed homosexual.' So much fail...

bell jar

Everything is muted, quiet, fuzzy, far away.

Actions have no consequences. Nothing really affects me. I'm in here. You're all out there. You can't touch me. Or if you do, it's a fluke, and it won't happen again.

I drop a glass to cause a reaction and watch as no one notices the shards. I pick fights, hoping that when they swing in anger to respond to my jabs that they'll see...I'm just screaming at you so you'll notice my S.O.S.

I'm trapped.

This all feels like a dream.

I'm going to wake up tomorrow and all this is going to be gone. I don't want it to be gone, but I don't know how to react to this anymore. All I can do is stare. This isn't real, it's just a choose-your-own adventure, and I made choices a little too daring, and picked the one where you walk off a cliff or something. But that's okay, because I can just flip back a few pages and fix it. Right?

It's hard to take it seriously because there's some part of my brain that's laughing hysterically and waiting for someone to tell me, haha, it was all just a test. No, of course you're not being kicked out. Or if you are, you're going to take it coolly, like a REAL adult, not having to bite your lip whenever your dad says he loves you, wondering, if you do, why are you DOING this to me?! How can you?!

My mom told me through angry tears Wednesday morning that, if anyone had asked her how she'd deal with the situation of one of her kids not coming home one night because they were spending it at their boy/girlfriend's place, she'd have said that their stuff would have been waiting on the lawn for them when they did eventually get home.

Oh good, tears. Everything is real, again. I can feel pain, I can face reality. This is happening. I have to deal. I will make it work.

I'm not sure how I'll make it work. Through sheer force of will? Yeah, that's worked real good so far, Gabrielle...

It'll have to. I don't really have another choice.

you have 1 missed call

I got a missed call earlier this morning from a number I didn't recognize or have saved in my phone. They didn't leave a message. I usually ignore it when I get calls like that, but then it occurred to me that if Donald tried to call me from his work phone for some reason (instead of his cell phone), that I wouldn't have the number. Presumably he would leave a message, but...eh, who knows. I called it back, just in case. It went straight to a - Hector or something's - voicemail, so I didn't leave a message.

Then he called again. I said hi and explained that I'd gotten a call from that number and was just checking that it wasn't someone I knew trying to get hold of me from a number I didn't know. The guy seemed confused - "Your name is...Gabrielle? Okay..." - then condescending -"Well, I think we just have a miscommunication." Um, no, asshole. I didn't accidentally enter the number in another phone, I just pushed the button on the missed call menu that rings the number right back.

He didn't so much hang up on me as say 'bye' abruptly and THEN hang up, but, uh, whatever. That's the last time I try that little stunt *sigh*