Once again we have a huge gap between entries, this time due to the fact that I have fallen ill. Well, I got sick on Sunday and I've been spending the whole week convalescing. I won't go into gruesome details. I, like any person with sense in their head, hate being sick. But whenever I get actually properly sick I get seriously sick. We're talking bedridden, the whole nine yards, gang. I forget what it's like to not be sick, surely there can't be anything beyond such an illness, it's the end for me, time to decide who my books go to when I'm gone. Only now am I seeing the light at the end of this terrible dark tunnel. You know how when you stick one of those fizzy bath bombs in water they sorta just dissolve into nothingness? That's sorta how I feel. Another reason I hate being sick is that I end up looking like something out of a horror movie, I'm already awfully pale so when the nights are filled with sneezing instead of sleeping the dark circles under my eyes get real, as does the rest of the struggle. Also I can't wait to have real food again; days have been filled with Gatorade, Cup Of Soups, and Italian Ice. According the the doctor I should be better by Monday. I shall count the minutes until I can arise from under a mountain of tissues and go out in the sunshine again. That's gonna be it for now, gang. Until next time. Much Love, Gabby
Thus far we had managed to go without any April showers in my corner of the sunshine state, until today that is. As I've said before, when there's a thunder storm down here it's on a biblical level. I hate this weather, gang, even since I was little thunder storms have scared the living heck out of me. That may or may not have something to do with a couple of hurricanes messing shiz up during my developmental years. Summer has once again come early to my part of the universe, searing heat, storms that have me wanting to pack everybody up in an ark, all that lovely jazz. Generally I haven't been a fan of summer since I was little and the change of seasons meant family cookouts and plenty of pool time. Right now everything past summer is a black hole of uncertainty and terror. I wish everything would just slow the heck down, it's like Father Time's dragging me along on one of those backpack leashes and I'm screaming, and digging in my heels, and just generally throwing an, "I DON'T WANT TO GO!" sort of tantrum. I'm supposed to have at least a vague plan for the future, something that includes a job, a major, and eventually the white picket fence cliche. You know that bit in Aladdin where Jasmine gets trapped in the giant hourglass and the sand is threatening to suffocate her? That's sorta how I feel. But Aladdin isn't going to come along and break me out and save the day, this one's on me. Oh hey, I finally finished the first Pendragon book a couple of days ago, it was good, I'll probably read the next one, nothing extraordinary. Now I'm back where I was a little while ago when my only reading options were rereads or the end of different series. A trip to the library is in order. That's gonna be it for now, gang. Until next time. Much Love, Gabby
So apparently my town has a green market; my mother took me today, it was filled with snowbirds and other people who make a habit of getting up before 2 PM on a Sunday. There were people selling honey, and veggies, and apple cider doughnuts that it was way too hot for but I ate anyway. Honestly the whole thing reminded me of Pushing Daisies, I pegged this one creepy guy who ran the flower stand and was wearing a bell pepper shirt as the criminal. I don't think I've mentioned this but the town I live in is really big with the richy rich northerners so this whole thing was at this new downtown area with all these snooty shops, this made for a pretty boring search for air conditioning. Also the only bathroom was in this really weird hotel and guess who had to pop in to use the loo? Yep, this girl. It was all very modern and I'm sure it would've looked cool in 2002. But hey, air conditioning. I swear we skipped from spring straight to the hellish inferno known as summer. Also when this place opened they said they were putting in a Hot Topic, it has been five months and still no dang Hot Topic! But yeah, despite my complaining I actually did have a nice time. Anyways, after a brief trip home it was out again, this time for Italian. I won't go into details about dinner but there was a weird waiter who was actually from Italy lurking around and certain family members decided to misbehave and I wanted to flip the table. Now I am once again home and still find myself with an only slightly less intense desire to throw furniture around. My father is watching Elementary though so that could have something to do with it. In other news I've actually managed to get over my reading rut and into the first Pendragon book, which is great, and also broken through a long standing writers block and rewritten the first chapter of a novel I've been working on for a few years now. A couple of entries ago I mentioned that I often feel a great sense of accomplishment when I get stupid things done but let me tell you this time it's validated. I haven't honestly gotten proper book writing done in probably over a year thanks to a malfunctional computer and a lot of other crap I won't even get into. I felt like how I imagine the Israelites did when the wall of Jericho came crumbling down. I just realized I still have leftovers from dinner and now that I'm home they won't be in my throat so that's gonna be it for now, gang. Until next time. Much Love, Gabby
