Sunday 8 October 2006

12:19

HELLO!! I was walking around with my crazy friends when this pretty little book called my name.

“Gabrielle…” it crooned, I swung around, wondering who was calling me.

“Gabrielle… Buy me….”

“Okay.” I said cheerfully, and I paid for the possessed book and confirmed the general populace’s assumption that teens were bad, noisy and by and large a public nuisance.

12:25

Sorry, I had to give to my urges to raid my poor, defenseless kitchen, and foray my equally innocent fridge in search for AirHeads and other tasty candies. So, now you are wondering, who is this crazy chica, who listens to the inane voices in her head and assaults powerless appliances during the night? It is I! CrazyChick!! Here to save you from boredom and sanity! Oh. You meant my secret identity? Why didn’t you say so? My name is Gabrielle Roses Riley and I’m 13 and three quarter (every bit counts!). I have two sisters. Their names are Melissa Victoria Riley and Sadé Chelsea Riley. Melissa’s the oldest at nearly 16 and Sadé is 6. Wanna hear something cool? My name is somuch sexier than theirs. Know why? My initials spell grr. It doesn’t get much sexier than that but I digress. So now I guess you want a description of me? How stalker-esqe. Not that I’m surprised, the mere fact that you are reading this should have caused me to loose faith in your sanity. No offense of course, I strongly believe that one’s insanity should be embraced, you know. But I my self am not too fond of straitjackets. They never have in my size…

1:30 am

I fell asleep. I was in the middle of describing my fabulously fabulous self then I fell asleep!! How mundane. As I was saying before Mr. Sandman rudely interrupted me, I’m tallish, not too tall though. I have long fabulous hair and cinnamon colored skin. I love heels and I’m a size ten, if any one’s offering. I prefer silver to gold and I don’t like stereotypes because I don’t really fall under one. I’m sort of an odd ball but I love it and it’s what makes me unique. But as unique as I am, it’s quarter to two in the morning and I have school in the morning (oh joy) and as I’m ever so excited to attend, I must depart to the land of Nod, ciao

Monday 9 October 2006

3:12

I’m back!! I know you missed me! When last you saw me, I was describing my darlingly delectable self and the promptly fell asleep. How exciting. Really. I’m not just being sarcastic. Okay, I am. So enough about me, time I describe where I’m from. So I’ll tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a man. He was an Italian man. He went to a queen and convinced her that it would be a good idea for her to allow him to get to China (or was it India, I don’t remember, maybe it was Africa) via boat. But instead of going the normal way, he’d go a different way and prove to everyone that you wouldn’t fall of the earth if you sailed to far out. Mr. Columbus (if you didn’t realize it was Christopher Columbus, I think you should be tapped in the head) arrived on some other Caribbean island in like 1492, and then he went back to Spain then he sailed some more and then finally, in 1498, he landed on the blessed shores of Trinidad. As I’m lazy I’ll just give you the basics of about six centuries of history, somewhere along the line, the British invaded, started out sugar industry, introduced us to the slave trade, invited the French along to add to the melee, joining us up with Tobago, freeing the afore mentioned slaves and finally giving us independence in 1962. And they say I don’t pay attention in school! Imagine that! How rude. That history lesson made me sleepy so I’m gonna go read a book or something. Toodles.

5:34

I’m back again but don’t get too excited. It was either my homework, or this. And I choose random ramblings any day. School was depressingly boring, as usual. I barely resisted the urge to fall asleep during social studies. God, I hate social studies. It is so unbelievably boring. Plus our teacher is crap. Same thing happened last year, crappy teachers crappy gradespissed off parents pissed off studentsannoyed teachers which eventually equals to crappy teachers. So it’s a never-ending cycle. Which kinda sucks, but whatever. Oooh, let’s see how preppy I can sound in one sentence: so like in math today, I was like totally bored and my teacher was like talking about some, like mathlethes thing and I was like ‘Well, what if you like sign up for it and you are like, really crappy at math, would it like, still go on your like, report card?’ (Well I didn’t actually say it with so many ‘likes’ but you get my drift) and my teacher was like, ‘well, you don’t have to worry about that because you’re good at math.’ And I was like yay me!!

That was mind numbing. How many times did I use the word ‘like’? Wow. Eleven times. How sad. Plus one ‘totally’. I really must stop mocking people. Karma is incredibly harsh when being, you know, all karmatic and such. So I’m in the math club thing. Because they asked. Excuse me; I feel the urge to jump up and down. But fret not! I shall return to fight the good fight against the evil forces of boredom!!

7:27

I was caught! As I was leaping madly about to the sweet sounds of Panic! At The Disco, my daddy came in and asked me if I did my homework. I said no. He told me to go and do it. I said okay. But at least it was my dad. If it were my mom, she would have launched into a monologue about doing your best, et cetera, et cetera and turn off the radio. But you see, daddy’s cool like that. Not that mommy’s not cool, but she’s cool in a different way, like about the clothes I wear. Daddy’s not so lenient in that area. Sadly, it was some Info Tech, which is tedious and redundant because all the work is in the book already and our teacher thinks its necessary for us to rewrite it for some reason which is unknown to us, the students. I’m just so tired! I think I’m gonna go to bed early to night (I know, it’s shocking! But I’m just so sleepy!) Till tomorrow!

Tuesday 10 October 2006

3:53

Bonjour! Don’t you wonder why I always come back? It’s ‘cause I love you so much. Don’t you feel special? I’m glad I have managed to boost your morale. So I’ve told you about myself, my country so why not tell you about my school. Yes, that’s a good idea. I’m so smart! So I go to Bishop Anstey High School from here on known as Bishops. It’s an all girls’ school. I know, very depressing, the no male scene. I’m in form 2, which, I think is the equivalent of eighth grade, but I’m not too sure. I take Math, Science, Geography, History, Music, Art, French, Spanish, English Language, English Lit, Phys. Ed., Social Studies, Personal Development, Morals And Ethics and Info Tech. Good Lord that was long. It’s just so tiring. There are three of each form and seven forms in all. The forms are divided in alphabetical order, not performance. Bishops is allegedly one of the most prestigious girls’ schools in the country, but whatever. I just hate the uniform. Despite how much fun I’m having, I must depart to do my oh so enjoyable homework. No, I’m not being sarcastic; I have some very easy math homework that should be a breeze.

5:06

So I finished the math homework quickly enough but I was distracted by SNL and I just had to watch. Then I washed the dishes. That wasn’t so fun, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. As much as I would like to stay and chat, I have to go get ready to go to a book launching with my mommy. YAY!! TTFN

10:37

Hello. I am much too sleepy to have any coherent thought, far less write. Goodnight.