This Morning:

Mom: Gaby, Have you begun your homework?
Me: I've begun to think about beginning my homework.
Mom: *facepalm*


At Lunch:
Mom: Homework?
Me: You speak such a strange language, I understand most of what you say but then you use some really foreign words like: homework, chores, and school.
Mom: ...
Me: ...
Mom: ...shut up

Haha, I have a bunch of homework DDDD:
I haven't started at all...
I hate homework, whoever invented homework sucks.
;_;

I swear there isn't anything in the world half as beautiful as an El Paso sunset...
The whole sky looks like it's on fire, and anything it touches bursts into flames.
The leaves on the trees shimmer a great red, and look like a big old match.
The sand shines and glistens like diamonds, and the houses across the border light up,
The Rio Grande shudders and evaporates a little faster.
Even the wind seems to hold it's breath until the sun is gone,
And then everything gets dark in seconds.
The dark is so thick you wanna wave your hands in front of your face to ward some of it off.

I fell at school today...
It was actually kinda funny, in that it-hurt-like-a-bitch-but-damn-that-was-funny kinda way :D
I had to limp all the way from the portables to the library for my next class in five minutes flat, I must have broken some sort of cripple olympic record or something.
Heheh, I must have looked like a drunken duck the was I was waddling down the hall. XD

♥
Thats all thanks

Yesterday at dinner...

Mom: Wanna hear a joke?
Me: K
Mom: I don't really remember the punch line, but maybe youv'e heard it before?
Me: Maybe
Mom: Ok, so what do you call nuts on a wall?
Me: huh?
Mom: Walnuts :D
Mom: what do you call nut on a chest?
Me: ...chestnuts?
Mom: Yeah! What do you call nuts on a chin?
Me: Chin...nut?
Mom: I think this is where the punch line is...
Me: So you don't know how it ends...
Mom: ...
Me: ...
Mom: >//////< Ooooh, I think this is a diry joke...
Me: *faceplam*
Michelle: how did it go again?
Michelle: so Nuts on a wall, walnuts. Nuts on a chest, chestnuts.
Michelle: Sooo, nuts on a chin, blow job. C:
Mom: Oh yeah! That's how it goes...
Me: O.O
Mom: O.O

Michelle is eleven!!!!!!
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! She shouldn't know terms like that!!!
And she most definatly shouldn't understand a dirty joke before her older sister!!!
>.>

Grounded from computer till Friday.
See ya then!

I start school tomorrow. I kinda don't wanna go, I mean I'm just so used to waking up at 1:00 pm and lazing the day away, but on the other hand it means a break from my boring schedule so *shrug* who knows.

I got my drivers permit D:
Usually that's something to be happy about but I just know I'm going to run someone over or cause some sort of public damage ;_;
plus I always figured that I would learn to ride a bike before I learned to drive a car.

But that's just me being a brat so I'm sure I'll have gotten over it by tomorrow XD
♥

Haha, I just turned 16 three days ago :D
It was really fun, My cousins and my older sister and I all went to see a movie Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 and then went out to dinner. Sounds boring yeah, but it was fun. Afterwords we all went back to my house where we had a Friends marathon until 5:00 in the morning. Which was really stupid cause I had Drivers ED at 9:00 am the next day.

Then the day after my Birthday my friend Sydney had a birthday party! I t was really cool, she rented this huge room and had an 80's theme. 8D I t was fun.

For my birthday I got a book from my little sister, some tea and a mug from my brother, and a bike from my parents! Between the kitten and my bike I've just about used up all of the bandages in the house I'll have to write down to get more on the grocery list .

Edit: And a thanks to my amazing Hubby roxiezeke and the wonderful xreadysetcrashx for the birthday wishes! Oh and the awesome thisiscyrene for her wishes and gift!
♥♥♥
THANK YOU!!

Hey everyone!
Since some people(Haha! No one XD) are wondering why I'm back so early from vacation, I thought I'd just sum up what's been going on since my last post.
Oh and one quick note! Our trip was supposed to start with a quick plane ride to Baltimore, from which we would then drive for 30 minutes to Washington D.C. and spend  5 days there. Then we were supposed to  Drive to New York and spend 4 days sight seeing and visiting my cousin who was going to become a dad soon!
So it goes like this:

    I usually don't like to write in my journal unless it's about something that's been eating away at me for a  while(quite the cheerful person, right?), so consider this a warning: Major emo-ing and just all around pathetic-less up ahead, click only if you wanna get sucked into my most likely imaginary problems.

My dad has been smelling really bad lately.

    He has been in a bad mood for a couple of weeks, only it's not consistent. He'll turn it off and on (flickering like a candle flame in the wind). His eyes are usually warm and full (reminds me of cups of melted chocolate, smooth, rich, and filled to the brim), but sometimes he'll get a look in his eyes. ( bottomless, cold like ice and sharp as knifes) It's terrifying.(the man knows how to glare) It's the look of a wild animal, I shiver when I see it (the rooms temperature drops several degrees) and my racing hearts fumbles, chokes on it's own blood, (blood, too much blood, gushing everywhere, I can feel it pounding in my ears, thumping in my veins,  screaming behind my eyes)  freezing in pure fear. His temperament pours out of his ears, fumes thick and heavy from his pores,and washes out in crashing waves from his eyes. Polluting the air (breathe deeply Gaby) I feel like I'm choking on second hand smoke.( no surgeon general's warning for this one)
   
    I always did associate the sent of smoke to him. ( " Give your daddy a hug Gaby, he worked really hard for you today", a running leap into his arms, he holds you steady in a tight embrace, you rest your head on his shoulder and breathe in the ash on his skin, the smoke in his clothes, the tobacco peppering his words) He sucks the warmth out of the house with each puff of his metaphoric cigar. His tone reeks in the enclosed space, spreads and soaks into our skin. (that now feels weighted and grimy, take a shower, scrub it off. It's too deep! scratch harder, dig deeper, get it out!) The wind is heavy and humid, carrying his ash, covers the sun, smothers our lungs, fills our ears. His stench is angry and cold, pungent as sour meat. Goes it through our nose, down to our lungs, spreads to the blood stream. (I feel it fermenting in my soul, munching on my brain, growing under my fingernails) The house reeks of our crashing relations and dieing esteem.

I think I'm starting to smell too.    




I really need to stop listening to Imogen Heap when I write

I hate when my sister and mother fight.
I always seem to get caught in the middle , and no matter how many times it happens the awkward feeling of betraying someone(whoever's side I didn't defend)always stays.I feel sometimes  like I wish I could just slap both of them and tell them that there is no war between mother and daughter.That the times of when everyone could smile and joke with each other are getting harder and harder to remember.

When the tension is so thick and solid you feel suffocated, the room is too small, and you want to run but you know you can't.And afterward everyone leaves and you still can't move, and your insides just aren't there, you feel empty.So completely alone.
When your with them separately they're fun and kind loving people but as soon as they see each other it's like they're possessed, their faces become hard and stony, and they're ready to snap and break anything or one who is unfortunate enough to be there.
Where it comes even to the point that they'll talk and complain about each other behind the others back and all you can do is sit quietly and wish that they would just stop.

Just stop fighting.Just stop hurting you.Just stop hurting each other.Just stop all of it.

When you feel sad and alone, hurting and no one can help. When you wish you had someone to give you a  safe haven. How much better everything could feel if you had somewhere and some one to go to when you're alone. Somewhere for when my house feels more like jail then a home. Somewhere I can be selfish for once in my life and just take comfort.

Somewhere I can just feel loved. ♥