Gabrielle's journals

Silver and I will be in Vegas at the end of this month for something very very very important.

Arrival: August 24th

Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!!!

Everyone, Gather 'Round for PICTURES!!!!!!

My friend Ross has been hanging out with me, practically non stop, since we met two weeks ago...So I have a boat load of pictures of the fella, but he is definitely nice to look at, so i know the ladies and the fruity fellas will never complain.


FRIDAY NIGHT
Ross let me attempt giving him a pompadour. Which was quite the process with his curly hair...
I never managed to get a good pomp down right (didnt have the knowledge yet), but here are the results!

Can I also point out that he brought the shirt in the after picture? as in...he prepared to look a little rockabilly which is so silly.
It took ages to do this. Wash his hair, dry his hair, straighten that wild mane, and then slick it all back...and make it stay that way.




Ross playing the saw at open mike at Racer:


SATURDAY NIGHT
as you can see, Ross's hair overcame all the Murray's and popped back into place in less than 24 hours.


and he suffered further with my incessant photo taking:

I love this photo. Note the wine splatters....

SUNDAY NIGHT
this night either went undocumented, or simply did not occur....the second is what im going with.

MONDAY NIGHT
People kept telling us we "had a little something..." making motions on their face. We checked eachother out for eye goobies, or food bits in eachother's teeth...but we still dont know what they were talking about.





It was $1 slice day at Piccolo's, my favorite after hours ...or really..any hour..pizza place.
Ross likes salt on his pizza, he's from Indiana so I don't hold it against him.



My picture taking attracted one of the establishment's employees

A series of images were taken....various poses including kissy faces, ross propping her leg up with his arm, her making a measurement with her hands over his crotch with her tongue out, and so on, she was called away.

Upon her leaving I turned to Ross, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," he said.
"Do you know her?"
"What?! Thats the last thing I thought you were going to ask!! I thought you knew her!"

She returned and took some pictures of us together...we were still in shock but stepped up to the plate and she spoke in thick russian accent ramblings and burts of meows that we took to be instructions on how to pose.






Ross also played some video games.
And lost.
Observe his failure.




TUESDAY NIGHT
At the stroke of midnight was officially my birthday.
Ross took me to Hattie's Hat. It was tame. Afterall, it was a tuesday night. And then we went back to his friends place and they all played music in their "man den." Which i still think sounds pretty homosexually inclined.

WEDNESDAY- MY 21st BIRTHDAY
We woke up, rather hesitantly, in the "mad den" I was contorted uncomfortably on a small loveseat, ross on the floor...in his silly sweater, looking like a little kid.


I made fun of him, saying i was going to send this photo to "my people" (who dont exist) at American Apparel.


After we managed to get ourselves off our sore little behinds, Ross played me a very specific album that he had to search through a wall of records for, and it was a super sweet, obnoxious birthday song that cracked me up.

We then walked to this sushi place and i drank sake and had a super huge fried roll that was almost impossible to finish even though it tasted so good.

Then we went to the locks and at the entrance of the place, there was this little squirrell with NO tail.
AND I TOUCHED IT

(it was soft!!)

We moved on to the actual locks....and watch the water rise and fall, then we went to this little thing where we could see all the salmon swimming underwater, going upstream...and back...

then we went back into the sun, above ground, and watched as salmon were snatched up and tagged, and thrown back in the water.

Then...i dont remember what exactly we did the rest of the day.

Then night came.

WEDNESDAY NIGHT
We went to my potentially favorite bar in Ballard...there were Harley's out front and ridiculously beautiful classic cars too.


Skip ahead a few hours and this is how the night wound up:

On my 21st I did exactly what i was supposed to do i guess. I got shitty drunk, kissed everyone-strangers and friends alike, like i knew them for years, and danced, cried about nothing, and finally threw up.

And ross put up with all of it...and i was so mean to him, or so thats what everyone tells me--that i was so mean to him.

I apparently tried to sleep on metal stairs, and sidewalks..
At one point I rested my stomach on this cement pedestal/stool thing...like a turtle...and threw up, making weird moan/sigh/agony sounds.....




It was pretty funny.



OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BIG NEWS!!!!!!!!
SILVER SHAVED HER HEAD AGAIN!!!!!!!!

THE MOHAWK LIVES AND BREATHES ONCE MORE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!
LET THE CELEBRATION RING!!!!!

Come buy me a drink, Seattle.

Seriously.

Assholes *puts up dukes* Ill take you down mother fuckers...and as soon as I get a goddamned usb cord, im going to blow you all away with how awesome i am through imagery.


....my goal tonight is to get some mother fucker to buy me a pitcher of Guinness.

I totally forgot that you can email pictures from your phone.
So now i can show you my new hair.
(picture)




*edit*
I also have a picture of me on a "swing bike"
for those of you, most of you, who dont know what this is I'm going to explain it as best i can...
pardon my lack of proper terminology.



A swing bike is made up of two frames, connected at to make the front of the bike (the bar that goes under and between your legs) longer. Like a normal bike, the swing bike has a pivot for the front tire, but what makes it unique is the second pivot at the point where the middle bar (the part that goes between the legs) meets the bar that holds the bike seat...creating a whole new range of motion.
 
And if youre wondering, yes i rode it, and yes i rode it in heels, and yes i rode it well.

Yay you guys, now i can see all this dirty shit and spend all my time downloading comics and using internet forums like nobodies business.


Updates include that I no longer am in school, but because they didnt realize that it would take two weeks for the writing section of the GED to be scored. So I'm going back on the 20th of August. I've got a month to be reckless.

My 21st birthday is still on Wednesday (like it would move), and i still dont really have plans for it.


I am rad.

In the middle of the day.
There is something very convenient about dresses and no 'roos being your usual wardrobe. It makes public masturbation very easy.
It was hands down my most fulfilling experience in nature.

In other news I passed my GED test without a sweat and I'm about a week into cosmetology school at Gene Juarez  Academy. 
I've been living life really fully, and realized somehow that my year in Louisiana, though be it a pretty dark time in my life, and not something i necessarily look back on with pride for my attitude/personality and actions, is something I'm very thankful for. Again, it was definitely not my most charming period....I was cold, and harsh and uncaring...but it seems as those attributes were just the layers to my cocoon that i broke out of upon my moving back to Seattle.
       So much about me has changed, and was changing, slowly and delicately, during my stay in the south and now I'm a totally different person than I was before Louisiana. I can't really compare myself as changed from Louisiana because that time was merely a catalyst, not for comparison. Almost as if I were in a coma or something. I mean, i dont think people freshly out of a coma would be like, "hey wow...i was totally lack of humor, sensitivity, caring and conciousness....now look at me...i can..you know..laugh...and ...cry...and...you know...generally be concious!"  That just wouldnt make sense. Although it would make sense to say, because of the coma, i think i've changed in these ways since before the coma. So to apply it to my situation...it would be, Because of Louisiana, i've changed since Chicago.
 


I went overboard with laying that explination out. Sorry guys.


But basically I have survived, and will survive.
I start a new bar tending job after my 21st birthday on the 25th. Its very near my house and very laid back.
I'm excited.

Now everyone, follow my example and go jack it in the park.

I'd fuck me.

I wish i had a picture to show you, but the red hair turned out sort of shit. The ends are too dark and the new growth is too orange.
Im going back to get it re-done. But it really is hot none the less and red hair is sooooo much better than black. Ill get a picture soon, but basically it looks like this: "sexy"

We didnt have to bleach it, just strip it and go. Which was nice.

I start hair school on Monday. theyre making an exception for me and letting me take my GED test the 10th. I am at the library right now and I am going to check out a GED prep book.

"GED For Dummies"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA....hah...hohh....GED.....for....DUMMIES....HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA....jesus.

SO the only thing in my way now, because i WILL pass the hellaciously long GED test, is the $100 enrollment fee for the school due no later than saturday (I am broke), and the $75 it costs to pay for the GED test. Who knows how ill manage to get that. But ill figure it out.

In other news...

Ive decided to stop dating for awhile.

Im getting two jobs. and going to school. Luckily for me the schedule and hours needed for your cosmetology license have been changed. I go to school every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. I am going to kick ass. What a HUGE change from my life in Louisiana.

 

Hey look at me a few days ago.

its me and my sister at her 10 year anniversary party. It was a suprise!


Also, coming soon is pictures of my new strawberry blondey hair.

Silver is funny.

I love her life.

We're going to shoot some sets of her....but i have no computer at the moment so it may be a bit til i can edit stuff.

That also explains why the rest of Leona's sets i shot wont be up anytime soon. She has the bar set i posted with her, so if she already sent that in...:) well...youll see it soon im sure. 
That ALSO explains why i havent been making any journal entries or taking part in the forums.

 

Love you guys.

Gabbles

I am moving in permanently with Silver now. That really cuts down on my scramble for a place to live.
Now I have to find a proper job.

I got a really great stroke of luck with the first place i lived in Louisiana. I paid the deposit on this shit apartment which was something liek $350, and they finally contacted us saying we would be getting it back. And because "we" for Jamie and I doesnt exist anymore, I get it back. Talk about a break when I really need one!

I've been downsizing my friends list on myspace....and I had something like 3008 friends when i started...and now im down to 1882. And im only on the 13th page out of ..now 48. It's going to probably get down to below 1,000...which mean im probably going to know everyone who is on my friends list now, and thats pretty nice.

I found out that the Gene Juarez (hair school) tuition was decreased, and the hours needed for completion are also lower, which is also pretty great.

I also found a pretty nice upright bass online...i finally decided to settle for an eBay bass rather than getting a custom one made. At least for my first one. When I start making money from hairdressing and everything, maybe ill get myself the custom one i've had my heart set on.


Life is good, and on its way to being better.