okay. fine. i deserve that. you are an excellent revenge planner. genius. eres un genio! even though your reason for revenge is a misunderstanding. what can i say? i was trying to do my work, and you pissed me off. oh well. currently, i am planning a group-flip of, made especially for YOU!!! me and some of my people are going to smile at you, and give you the finger. :) that was a message for k00ki3. if u r not k00ki3, ignore. k00ki3 is such a retard. estupido. but, great revenge planner. i'll give u that, k00ki3. by the way, your hair isnt that nice anyway. :P up yours.
i am such a bitch. sometimes. hello world. i am back from vacation. HOLA!!! all girls are bitchy somehow, [sometimes/several/many/all the] time(s).
me, L, mi familia, and M2 went to walmart 2day 2 got fabrics for the renaissance faire. 2 much info? anyway, after having a good/bad time, we went to albertson's, and my dad was in the car, and my mom and sister #1 was with her in the store, and we had already dropped M2 off at her place, and there are these vending machines, and me and L went to them, with my little cute tiny little sister, and my brother. anyway, most of them were sold out, so all 4 of us went to the darkest part, where a lone vending machine was, and there were these 2 guys, and one of them looked at us, and there was something bad in his eyes, and i was like, i dont care. and pushed my siblings along, and he looked at us again, and L freaked out, and got the hell out of there. i of course, followed her. i had 2. i was supposed 2 b with her. yah. the dudes were most likely stoners and drunks. or, they got high often, and drink. they had many smallish paper bags. and me and L only saw, 2, and then later, she she looked back, and said that there were more than 2. i looked back, and they were like a group of 5, standing around paper bags. i think i like danger. i didnt care that the first dude's eyes were bad. i kept going. with 2 little kids. damn. i am a horrible sister. yeah, i totally like danger. wow. something i have figured out about myself that is NEW!!! yay!
the Update:
+on a party last weekend, i had a taste of corona. beer. it was better than others. relax. i'm no underage drinker. i simply had a sip. from my mom's beer. i had tasted this red beer b4, a long time ago, and still remember the HORRIBLE taste. ugh.
+no really, my toe nails are (still) purple. why doesnt anyone buy this? they really are. god. is it that unbelievable? wtf? no better yet. what the hell? answer this whenever u can... i can prove it, 2. i will remove my shoes and socks, and SHOW you my purple toe nails. god.
+k00ki3 is an ingenious revenge-getter. i did not know that.
+this girl wrote "im going 2 blow up the school!" er something in the girl's bathroom, and yeah. u can conclude what happened. but we didnt evacuate. people have lately been bitchy and annoying and hateful 2 her. they brought this on themselves. i sit next 2 her in math. im not her friend, or enemy. stupid people. dont piss people off. they will get u somehow. by scaring the shit out of u, or wasting your time. like i said, u brought this on yourselves.
+'80's hair styles scare me.
+i love danger.
+i learned something i used to know but forgot today. 2 deep for the dense world 2 know, and WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY 2 personal. what can i say? not even the friend i trust most, D, knows about this. or much of it. and, i havent talked on and on w/ her in AGES!!! wtfru? SERIOUSLY! clue: has nothing to do with u. clue: if someone finds out, and uses this against me, i will kick their ass. no, this time i will do it. i have a conscience, but 4 someone 2 use this against me... i will become ruthless, kick their ass, spread some interesting "fact" about them, and get revenge, and hold a grudge. like i said, we can all be bitchy.
+i have 2 go!!!
adios!
bAcK fRoM vAcAtIoN!!!
as always,
-gaby.
i need 2 get more sleep.
you are my friend. u know who u are.
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Thursday, May 3, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
quicky.
hey. FYI, this is a fast post.
"YAY! does this mean its also short?"
yes.
"YEEEEEEES!!! *does little dance.*"
i am going to inform you, the world, that i am going/supposed to be a dama for my cousin Anaisa's quinceanera!!! you never heard her name.
"nunca. who's name?"
anyway, i had to convince my dad 2 let moi. he doesnt seem to like the idea of me dancing the waltz or something with a guy. the dresses r going to be RED!!! YEEESS!!! arent red formal dresses awesome? my chambelan is going to be a cousin, or this guy who's parents r friends/ know each other and go WAAAY back. i'm not choosing him. i'm having my cousin pick who i'm dancing with. i really dont care. she already asked this middle son of my parent's friends/aquatences (spelled wrong. get over it.) to be my chambelan. i dont CARE who i DANCE WITH. nobody seems to understand. my sister was like, "do you like him?" hell no. wtf, sister #1? i told anaisa to pick because i SIMPLY DO NOT CARE. this is the third time someone has asked me to be a dama, and i said no the first 2 times. 4 the first 1, i would have had to go out of state for dancing lessons, and i couldnt. the second one was my cousin, and her's was going to be in mexico. it was done in mexico, but i didnt go. for the out of state on, i did go, and it was fun. thye had this great band who played soooooooo loudly, i forgot what they're called, but they are GOOD. at the end of the party, around 1 am, we wanted to pay them for 2 more hours, but the freaking neighbors were already pissed, so... (while we were there, i danced and met up with some cousins. girl cousins. we made a circle and danced 'til we literaly dropped. (i was also wearing heels... my feet were killing me.) this happened during the best part of ANY party, after everyone has eaten, the dad's and a few mom's are kinda wasted, and everyone is dancing, and kids dance so that they dont have to watch their dad dance in a really stupid way. [this happens at almost every good party{good parties are rare, in this time.}, my dad is known for dancing stupidly for the amusement of everyone.]
one thing is fo sho, the person that anaisa chooses for me is someone i have known for years, and most likely played with when i was a munchkin. my parents are going to be godparents of the "memories". little memory things... i'll explain some other time.
i hope your quinceanera rocks, and totally kicks ass, anaisa. sorry for posting your first name on the internet. :( "shame, shame on meeeeeeee." -fftl
more information for the world to know: my dad is giving me $100 dollars for shoes and the dress. do i need more? most likely, YES. he said he might give me $200.(in cash, bitch.) the crackers out there must think we are the cheapest of the cheap. oh well. we kind of are... well, im not cheap, but everyone knows that parents are always looking for "good deals" and embarrasing us until we are so red, we're starting to turn purple. true. me and my amigas have discussed this a few times. we swap stories.
everyone that has latin-american blood dances at great, awesome parties. it doesnt matter if the song they are playing isnt what you consider "tu musica". i danced when they played some wierd hip-hop thing (english) at the one out of state. even though i hated the song.
im sorry. sometimes you have to dance. i dont really go to dances, because they suck and no one's celebrating anything, and also because my m&d would be like, "hell no. u r not going to any dance. i dont need any of that 'im going with my friends' shit. you're not going, and that's that." i have never actually asked, but i already know what their reaction will be. i knew i had to almost-beg so that i can be a dama for my cousin. i did. i almost-begged.
tell anyone, and DIE. :D
no, deveras. no le digas a nadie.
"fiiine. i wont tell anyone, god."
ok. good. adios.
"adios. hey, when's the big party?"
august. great parties need planning.
adios,
-gaby/sprite.
ps: you nerds are still deli rippers.
this post was published at 11:14 pm
"YAY! does this mean its also short?"
yes.
"YEEEEEEES!!! *does little dance.*"
i am going to inform you, the world, that i am going/supposed to be a dama for my cousin Anaisa's quinceanera!!! you never heard her name.
"nunca. who's name?"
anyway, i had to convince my dad 2 let moi. he doesnt seem to like the idea of me dancing the waltz or something with a guy. the dresses r going to be RED!!! YEEESS!!! arent red formal dresses awesome? my chambelan is going to be a cousin, or this guy who's parents r friends/ know each other and go WAAAY back. i'm not choosing him. i'm having my cousin pick who i'm dancing with. i really dont care. she already asked this middle son of my parent's friends/aquatences (spelled wrong. get over it.) to be my chambelan. i dont CARE who i DANCE WITH. nobody seems to understand. my sister was like, "do you like him?" hell no. wtf, sister #1? i told anaisa to pick because i SIMPLY DO NOT CARE. this is the third time someone has asked me to be a dama, and i said no the first 2 times. 4 the first 1, i would have had to go out of state for dancing lessons, and i couldnt. the second one was my cousin, and her's was going to be in mexico. it was done in mexico, but i didnt go. for the out of state on, i did go, and it was fun. thye had this great band who played soooooooo loudly, i forgot what they're called, but they are GOOD. at the end of the party, around 1 am, we wanted to pay them for 2 more hours, but the freaking neighbors were already pissed, so... (while we were there, i danced and met up with some cousins. girl cousins. we made a circle and danced 'til we literaly dropped. (i was also wearing heels... my feet were killing me.) this happened during the best part of ANY party, after everyone has eaten, the dad's and a few mom's are kinda wasted, and everyone is dancing, and kids dance so that they dont have to watch their dad dance in a really stupid way. [this happens at almost every good party{good parties are rare, in this time.}, my dad is known for dancing stupidly for the amusement of everyone.]
one thing is fo sho, the person that anaisa chooses for me is someone i have known for years, and most likely played with when i was a munchkin. my parents are going to be godparents of the "memories". little memory things... i'll explain some other time.
i hope your quinceanera rocks, and totally kicks ass, anaisa. sorry for posting your first name on the internet. :( "shame, shame on meeeeeeee." -fftl
more information for the world to know: my dad is giving me $100 dollars for shoes and the dress. do i need more? most likely, YES. he said he might give me $200.(in cash, bitch.) the crackers out there must think we are the cheapest of the cheap. oh well. we kind of are... well, im not cheap, but everyone knows that parents are always looking for "good deals" and embarrasing us until we are so red, we're starting to turn purple. true. me and my amigas have discussed this a few times. we swap stories.
everyone that has latin-american blood dances at great, awesome parties. it doesnt matter if the song they are playing isnt what you consider "tu musica". i danced when they played some wierd hip-hop thing (english) at the one out of state. even though i hated the song.
im sorry. sometimes you have to dance. i dont really go to dances, because they suck and no one's celebrating anything, and also because my m&d would be like, "hell no. u r not going to any dance. i dont need any of that 'im going with my friends' shit. you're not going, and that's that." i have never actually asked, but i already know what their reaction will be. i knew i had to almost-beg so that i can be a dama for my cousin. i did. i almost-begged.
tell anyone, and DIE. :D
no, deveras. no le digas a nadie.
"fiiine. i wont tell anyone, god."
ok. good. adios.
"adios. hey, when's the big party?"
august. great parties need planning.
adios,
-gaby/sprite.
ps: you nerds are still deli rippers.
this post was published at 11:14 pm
Thursday, March 1, 2007
oh... QUE?
some people are seriously really annoying. i am starting to despise PE. i hate work out vidz. talked to D for a while. didnt admit the thing she was supposed to admit... oh well. i will annoy her until she cracks and then arranges to some day come to my house so she can kick me with a fancy black-belted kick. she's a black belt. no me crees? a mi no me importa. dollar tree actually scares me. some people refuse to believe this. porque? purevolume is actually working, and FFTL has helped me get taking back sunday's "liar (it takes one to know one)" (i saw the vid today.) out of my head. remember the sub. who thought i was italian? good times. a lot of people i know a mistaken for things they arent. sad.
people are acting wierd again. the day before yesterday, this idiota was all eyeing people i know, and being all wierd. why are you acting wierd, people? and this person... said stuff. would not leave me alone. my friend D thinks reading 151 pages in 2 days at school is a lot. whats her problem? my lie-ing, chubby, lazy, cheeky little brother who doesnt respect my authority is watching finding nemo right now. my loud music addiction is causing my mom head aches that magically start when mi musica is on. but when the munchkins (nicknamed so by jess/fallen falcon.) turn the TV on full blast, no head aches are reported, and i am the one who has to make them turn it down. esto no esta bien, not really. there is a sore throat epidemic going around. my throat is trying to kill me. making me want to cough so badly without being able to is making my eyes water, and then, por cualquier rason, they start to think im crying!!! 3 things wrong with that:
1. why the hell would ANYONE cry in a public place, other than the extreme emotional need to? i havent had the reason to cry. "ay no, el mundo se esta muriendo!" i know this already. that is not a reason to cry. i know we are all going to kill the planet someday, but thats no reason to cry.
2. when my eyes water, it means i have been close to a computer long enough/ trying hard not to cough and tear throat in 2/eye problems.
3. do all people think girls are crybabies, who cant handle the truth about stuff??? if YOU or someone you know believes this, please, plz comment, leave your name, address, phone #, email, blood type, possible escape routes, (for example, "flee to canada") people who are near and dear to you, and a list of possible acomplices that would help you escape. an angry mob should visit you when we have the time. we have lives. unlike you.
whenever someone says something, reply with "tu abuela" and watch them become enraged with fury at you. they will only get mad if they understand basic spanish, and you say "tu abuela" in a totally serious way. i did this today, said it to M2. she was pissed. it passed. i was just kidding. someday, ("ah, someday, the excuse of all lazy people"- gaby. yes, i have said this.) i will explain the whole "tu madre" thing. there are many insults there.in many colorful ways. :) adios.
-gaby, aka: miss lazee crazee, who is having a sugar rush at the moment. mucho chocolate. "ruega por nosotros los pecadores, a hora, y en la hora asta nuestra muerte, amen." my abuela know the whole entire rosary in latin. what. now.
people are acting wierd again. the day before yesterday, this idiota was all eyeing people i know, and being all wierd. why are you acting wierd, people? and this person... said stuff. would not leave me alone. my friend D thinks reading 151 pages in 2 days at school is a lot. whats her problem? my lie-ing, chubby, lazy, cheeky little brother who doesnt respect my authority is watching finding nemo right now. my loud music addiction is causing my mom head aches that magically start when mi musica is on. but when the munchkins (nicknamed so by jess/fallen falcon.) turn the TV on full blast, no head aches are reported, and i am the one who has to make them turn it down. esto no esta bien, not really. there is a sore throat epidemic going around. my throat is trying to kill me. making me want to cough so badly without being able to is making my eyes water, and then, por cualquier rason, they start to think im crying!!! 3 things wrong with that:
1. why the hell would ANYONE cry in a public place, other than the extreme emotional need to? i havent had the reason to cry. "ay no, el mundo se esta muriendo!" i know this already. that is not a reason to cry. i know we are all going to kill the planet someday, but thats no reason to cry.
2. when my eyes water, it means i have been close to a computer long enough/ trying hard not to cough and tear throat in 2/eye problems.
3. do all people think girls are crybabies, who cant handle the truth about stuff??? if YOU or someone you know believes this, please, plz comment, leave your name, address, phone #, email, blood type, possible escape routes, (for example, "flee to canada") people who are near and dear to you, and a list of possible acomplices that would help you escape. an angry mob should visit you when we have the time. we have lives. unlike you.
whenever someone says something, reply with "tu abuela" and watch them become enraged with fury at you. they will only get mad if they understand basic spanish, and you say "tu abuela" in a totally serious way. i did this today, said it to M2. she was pissed. it passed. i was just kidding. someday, ("ah, someday, the excuse of all lazy people"- gaby. yes, i have said this.) i will explain the whole "tu madre" thing. there are many insults there.in many colorful ways. :) adios.
-gaby, aka: miss lazee crazee, who is having a sugar rush at the moment. mucho chocolate. "ruega por nosotros los pecadores, a hora, y en la hora asta nuestra muerte, amen." my abuela know the whole entire rosary in latin. what. now.
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