dessoffthe-deepend:the-best-on-mars:damnitspam:jasonnywithnochance:(via younghollywoodcelebs)
Rugrats used to be my motherfreaking life.
all these shows used to be my life |o:
ROCKOS MODERNLIFE <#33333
i have that hottopic shirt, i wear it and it makes me happy :D
sfm
AMANDA PLEASE. <3
Amanda and All that
except the ones of those I saw, I saw in the ‘00
wait Invador Zim wasn’t in the ’90s it premiered after we got satellite
Gosh I miss some of these shows so much.
Omg. Wild Thornberrys, As Told By Ginger, Hey Arnold, Rocket Power, All That, The Garcia Bros… I grew on sooo many of these <3
And, what’s the one in the middle of the first row? I can’t tell what it is. And the last one in the first row, I used to watch that all the time but I can’t remember the name of it, fail.
araw-araw!:)))
Always! :))
Always!
LOL !
story of my life.
all the time
hahahah like 5 times in a row. FML
or if you just hold it open, hoping something will just pop out at you like “EAT MEE”
Please reblog this to help strike a blow against pediatric cancer. I will post on Sunday exactly how much I’ve raised by doing this!
Survey I did for no good reason.
Dare you to go in detail. why’d you kissed the last person you kissed? Because I hadn’t been kissed in the longest time and I figured why not.
How old will you be in 13 months? 15
What color shirt are you wearing? black
Who was driving the last car you were in? my dad
Who was the last person that called you? don’t remember
What were you doing at 10:00 last night? don’t remember
Last person who drove you somewhere (besides your parents) idk lol
Ever kissed someone in a closet? not yett
Where was the last place you went besides your home? the moviees
What temperature is it outside right now? how would i know
Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon? possibly
Think of your last 20 kisses, were they with the same person? lol, hasn’t been twenty, but no
Does anyone know every little detail about you? noo
Do you know what the last person you kissed is doing right now? nope
What were you doing at 12 am last night? hangin with my brother, i guess
Do you think if you died that the last person you kissed would even care? i don’t know, maybe
How many arguments have you had with the last person you kissed? none
Is there anyone holding a grudge against you? maybe.
Do you know anyone named Joshua? heard of him
Do you care what people think of you? i suppose
Would you date an 18 year old at the age you are now? hm. i wish you didn’t ask…..
it reeally depends
Are you dating the last person you talked to? nope
Do you usually tell people when you’re mad at them? nooo
Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? not that i know of
Is the last person you kissed mad at you? hope not
Are you in a good mood? fuck you
Are you a jealous person? not really
Has anyone ever seen you in your underwear? yah
do you find piercings/tattoos attractive in the preferred sex? if you can work it, baby
Who’s sweatshirt did you wear last? my own
If you had to get another piercing (not ears) what would you get? hm….maybe a lil nose stud
Are you shy? only for special people
Your significant other walks out of your life, do you go after them? he wasn’t my significant other.
he was some asshole i should have never met
and i didn’t go after him
Look to the left. What catches your eye first? the lil rubber puppy my mom had in her childhood
Miss American Miss
I miss my friends, how thing used to be.
LOL. I hate phrasing it that way. But things are kind of pathetic with my friends right now. I mean, Kaela doesn’t invite me to go with her to her birthday thing at Tabu on Teen Night, not that I feel special enough to have been invited, but you know, I thought we were closer than not even knowing what the other one is doing for her birthday…..
Pauline and I talk, but we don’t hang out. She can’t come when I invite her, and I’m not blaming her or anything because things happen and stuff. I just miss her. I know she hangs out a lot with Gabby and Dylan and them, but it’s just like kind of a bummer because its at similar places that she and I used to go to together. Coincidence? I don’t know…oh, well.
Terri I barely hear from at all. I miss that biscuit.
Jessica I straight up don’t hear from, but I don’t think I expected to hear from her. She seemed like she could easily forget me.
Maybe I just expected more from Pauline and Kaela, because I’ve been through more with those two.
Don’t get me wrong, I made some friends at Sacred Heart that I truly love. Sammy, Vickie, Reema, there’s lots of them. I’m just the type of person that could and would keep old ties strong, and now I just know how forgotten I actually am, which is peachy, but it’s just kind of sad to get used to, haha.
love ya
gabby$$ brielle
Shoot Down The Stars/ Shoot Me Down
So, how did the photo shoot go? Well, it was tons of fun. Tons of fun because of tons of worries and lots of effort. My photographer was awesome, and she was preggers. She took some really good shots of me, and she spoke to me a lot.
Looking at them, I feel like every picture I ever took of myself, either in my room or the bathroom mirror (because I loved the lighting), or on my infamous basement wall, lead up to it. It was kind of odd because I’ve taken so many and I know my angles so well, and she didn’t but she caught them sometimes and missed them sometimes. It almost makes me feel like I wish I could have taken more after seeing them because I know how to fix whatever I didn’t like.
I still like them a lot though. I’m proud of them. I’d like to know what my friends thought, but there’s so many things that goes with that statement.
Friends, and what they think.
Some friends you can’t ask because you don’t want to make them feel bad because you got to do something, and stuff like that. It’s stupid, but you have to be careful of other people’s feelings. Not being a show off and stuff, even if you don’t mean it.
Some friends you can’t ask because you just feel sort of self-conscious with them, even if they are your friends.
Some friends you can ask anything to
And some friends you really want to know what they think, because just like you, they work hard at something and wouldn’t mind because they might ask you for an opnion one day.
And some friends you feel the need to ask what they think because you’ve discussed that thing with them, you’ve told them your dreams, and your dreams are type similar.
Well, Courtney was one of those people, and he was one of the only people online who’s opinion I care about. So what did I do? I IMed him on my new screen name that he didn’t have. As soon as I did it, I regretted it and I didn’t send him the pics. I tried to play with him, but he wasn’t even going for it. it felt good/weird/odd to get an answer from him, but I still wish I could hear what he’d have to say. My pride won’t let me hit him up again, so I won’t do that. I can’t tell you how annoying it is, though.
I don’t know what to think about Akeem. Nothing’s happening with him, not talking to him, and I don’t want to waste my time. I could easily meet up with Victoria’s friend, but I’m trying to give Akeem a chance first. I just wish I knew if anything was happening with him so I could actually do something, let something happen.
- My mom’s treating me like more than a girl, less than a person. I have so much on me, so much to work on, and she’s talking to me about needing rest. She’s not even suggesting it, she’s trying to be assertive and like order it, but she doesn’t understand that I CAN’T work that way. I’m like tearing up thinking about it.
I’m so many THINGS:
- singer
- actress
- model (all aspiring)
- basketball player
- student, during and after school
- member of a buncha clubs
And she forgets that I’m a PERSON:
- ordinary sensitive teenage girl
- really caring (or at least I try to be… :( ) friend
- Best friend
- lonely-ass single chick
But how would she know any of that?
She wants me to stop talking to my friends on aim so much. MAYBE THEY ARE THE ONLY FUCKING THINGS KEEPING ME SANE! Maybe God gave me technology so that I could talk to the awesome friends that he gave me while I do my work. So that I don’t always feel like a THING!
She doesn’t understand me, and she’s so head-on about what she thinks that she won’t try and thinks that I’m just some whiney disagreeing teenage daughter.
Wow, I just figured out why Courtney ever meant so much to me.
I need to be understood. All this work, all this judgement, artistic freedom, he’s the only other one that I know who could convince me that he understands. HE COULD UNDERSTAND!
BUT FUCK HIM. Because he didn’t give a shit. HE DIDN’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME. He just understood me because he could. fuck him…fuck him….
no. fuck me. i’m fucking pathetic.
I’m probably just PMSing, but you know what? As shitty as I feel, this is the only time I make sense. This is the only time I could make sense of my feelings for Courtney, because why should I have feelings for someone that treats me like shit?
Because I need to be understood, and even though he was an asshole who never did anything for me, he understood.
You hear that, Courtney?
Dear Courtney,
Haven’t spoken to you in a while. And I’m SURE that you don’t care, but I just wanted to get this out. You treated me like shit, which is what makes me label you an ass. I also wanted to tell you that I will be successful without you. If you weren’t so much of a coward to block me on aim, you’d have been the first person to see the pictures that I worked so damn hard to take for my fucking portfolio. You’d have been the one who helped me mentally prepare to take them. You’d have been the one to calm me down. But you weren’t, even though I was coincedentally the one
WHO
TOOK
FUCKING
PICTURES OF YOU
AND EDITED THEM FOR YOU
FOR YOUR FUCKING PORTFOLIO-ISH THING.
So fuck you. You. hurt. me.
I hope we both make it. I hope you see me on your T.V. screen. I hope you hear my song. I hope you see me in a magazine. So that when the day finally comes, I can ask you for YOUR name. I can tell you I don’t remember you. I can tell you that I have to go, and walk away, and never turn back. I hope you really, really like that. And no matter how much I want to do that, I wouldn’t. I’d at LEAST turn back and wave, because in my head, I’d be saying, “What if he dies tomorrow?”, because that’s how I am. I’d give you a hug. And then I’d walk away because even though you understood, you were never man enough for me. You take your dick and stick it into some senior chick who looks JUST LIKE ME or Selena Gomez because I want you to be happy. I think I may just want to know that you are happy, and then I’ll get over you. I have no idea, really. But I know that I want to be happy, with or without you. It’s just hard to do that right now because there isn’t anyone who wants to take the place you left with the bullet your microphone left in my heart.
like,
Gabby
Haven’t I told you?
I’m a star?
See that Ice?
See the cars?
lolz
jk
I love you.
Gabrielle
Cowardly Dogs
Is what the both of you are, huh?
lol. That’s pretty sad…..I don’t bite (no pun intended), you couldn’t face me at all??? Not even a smart coward!
To block my friend too!
And not make sure I don’t have other screen names. GEEZE. Fucking coward.
Why do I still have feelings for you?
Fucker…..I hope your having reeally good sex, because that’s what it was always about, huh? I don’t know if I’ll ever talk to you. I don’t know if we’ll ever talk again. But don’t let the day you see me on your television screen be the same day you decide to talk to me. Fucking. Coward.
Get the fuck out my head and give me the fuck back my heart. You OWE me.
I don’ love you.
gabrielle
This intrigued me, so I actually asked my theology teacher about it, because something wouldn’t let me truly believe that it was accurate, though it suppose it’s written in the bible. So I thought about his answer, and this is what I have to say: The bible was written hundreds of thousands of years ago? Things were VERY different then, and also, the bible was not written in English. It was written in languages spoken back then, and in time, things get lost and changed in translation.In the time that this was written, women barely had any rights, correct? However, God has a special love and appreciation for women, and there are MANY other writings in the Bible that say things that I’m sure would contradict this. So being that things in the English Bible has been lost in translation and that the Bible was written by PEOPLE in that time, not by God, how can something like this still apply or be said as true by anyone? Bible-believers or readers, “religious” or not, all the same? The people that wrote these LETTERS, (because that’s what the writings in the Bible are) LIVED in a world where that’s how people thought. That’s just the way things WERE. I’m sure that in the next million years things that were completely normal to us will be very different, right? Not saying that that applies to EVERYTHING in the Bible, and who’s to say what does and what doesn’t? But for this, I believe it does.
I totally respect those of you that will use this as an argument against us folk who are “religious” with Biblical studies, so please respect me? I barely put in any ACTUAL religious views, LOL, I just gave the other side of this after thinking about it for a while and talking to someone who actually knows what he’s talking about. <33
TSOL
Because I’m tired of saying I’m lost.
I just forgot who I am.
I’m forgetting things I used to adore more than almost anything.
I’m forgetting what I want, what I worked for.
I’m forgetting myself.
I feel so lost within my own mind. Like there’s so much there, that there’s really nothing at all.
What am I? Insane? Confused? I don’t know….
My muscles hurt.
I want to be held and touched and put back together.
But reading that, what I JUST typed before this very sentence pisses me off.
Because there’s no one to do that, and for many reasons, that is.
I truly wish I could convince myself that I could easily get over someone that cares so little for me.
I wish Max was online, because he kind of seems to make sense of things. It’s scary when nothing makes sense.
I think I’m just too tired. I’m getting irritable with myself. I’m going to go lay down.
To that guy: If you think of me at all…..please, please let me know. I just want to hear your voice or see your face. I just want you…….
I know he’ll never read that. He wouldn’t know who he was.
I need to get a hold of myself again. I don’t know how I’m going to do that. Maybe as the laryngitis fades away and my singin comes back, I’ll find my voice, I’ll find myself again. God, I hope so…..I’m so tsol without it.
For anyone that gives a shit, you may have even asked, but just so that I can admit it to myself, here’s the truth.
How are things at/with/involving school?
Well, I’m still trying to figure myself out, still trying to find my crowd. In a way, I fit in too many places. In a way, I don’t fit in anywhere. I don’t know. I’m content, I’m too comfortable, I’m glad. I’m not happy there. I don’t know why, but it’s not like I’d rather be anywhere else. It’s still an amazing place. See how confusing that sounds? Makes no sense.
Why is it so hard to make sense of myself now? Why do I have so many feelings? Why do I get so emotional about this? Why am I getting so emotional now?
Am I developing an emotional/mental/chemical imbalance?
I’m not even going to go there. I don’t want to set myself up to having one. Nonono.
And as soon as I’m about to stop typing on this blog, things suddenly seem less dark, less dramatic, less bad. But when I’m about to close it, I feel more alone.
What the fuck?
i love you
gabrielle
