'The entry of today, is me mostly conveying my feeling' is how I would've started this entry,(which I technically did sweatdrop ) but, my computer decided to be an a**, and delete it on it's own. As you can see, with those perfect eyes of yours, emotion_kirakira my headline says: Emotional, Romantistical, Bombastical, Amazing Music♫:Take 2 This is all true, for most of the things I say here was from the original manuscript I was suppose to upload. And, you can also see, I wasn't joking when I said I was gonna "convey" my feelings, because this is one big-a** entry! xd But, back on topic! Right now, I'm typing this, but I decided to create a rough draft. This rough draft was drafted on 5 1/2 pieces of NB paper, and was done at 9:52 P.M. At the time I was creating the rough draft, I wasn't so enthusiastic to write it, but I just kept going for the sake of my up-to-date uploads. The original entry was typed and done at 7:00 P.M., ending at 8:24 P.M, but you know what happened with that murder. evil This forever-cherishable entry is focused on: MusiC♫, TESTING, WorkinG OuT, and my mysterious mystery topic!

Lately I have embraced the world of music, and I have been scouting for emotional, cute, love songs. And, since I've been looking for emotional, cute, love songs, I have turned into an emotional wreck. Since I can memorize a song in a day, because I'm so hooked on it, I can sing that song a BAGILLION times! But, the sad thing is that 1/2 of those songs are forever-alone songs. (a.k.a. sad songs crying ) One day, I was singing this song that made me cry every time I heard it, and my mom decided to walk in on me, while I was being Demi Lovato. She asked me, "Gabby why are crying?!?!?" and I replied, while sobbing, "BECAUSE! It's so SAD! crying " So, she thought I was really sensitive, because not many people would cry over a tune with words written with it. But, yes, I have explored the world of music, and have even interrogated my friends for any tunes. JazzMan♪ and I call it 'the circle of music.' In the end, all the songs that were suggested were thrown out of my system, therefore resulting with the little progress of music searching. xp

TESTING. I hate it. I despise it. I scorn it. I shun it. I can not stress, explain, express, reveal, inform, or even tell you how much I HATE it, but I can stress, explain, express, reveal, inform, and even tell you how much the tests were so EASY. The supposedly "hard" test was beyond my expectations. In my perspective, (and, I'm pretty sure everyone felt the same way) I felt like 3/4 of the curriculum we were forced to learn, study for, and get our asses off the couch for, was useless. And what's so FRUSTRATING is that whoever made the test, decided to start testing on a TUESDAY. And, the LAST day of testing was on the f**king MONDAY of NEXT week! I'm like are you bloody serious?!?!?! scream But, I was okay-ish, because I got to hang out with a person beside me during testing. I will forever classify him as an 'okay red-headed idiot.' 3nodding

Why? Why must the human being indulge itself into some sugary confection? yum_cupcake yum_cupcake Why does an individual create and store fat after eating that ice cream pie? yum_icecreampie yum_icecreampie Why must Homo sapiens end up being lethargic, because of walking pieces of meat? yum_bacon yum_sausage I am so tired of running on the treadmill, when I know I'm dying inside. I curse and bless the person who decided to create the beautiful and heavenly world of chocolate. wink Right now, I'm at the age where girls are conscious about their figure, and they compare themselves to fat chicks, so they can feel good about themselves. But, when they notice that they gotta lay off the Krispy Kreme donuts, they're gonna have too. yum_donut yum_donut Actually, I was talking to my friend, JazzMan♪, on the weekend, about working out. I was working out at the time, and I told her that I was doing wall sits. (I will forever curse the day wall sits were ever born into this world evil ) I told her my thighs were burning and my calves were about to give in, and JazzMan♪ told me, 'Hey, no pain, no gain.' I smirked at this comment and thought, 'Yeah, you sweat you heart out, just so you can get that Anne Hathaway body.' If I had fairly odd parents, I would turn myself into Trixie Tang, but not keep her crazies.... sweatdrop I just really hate this age........ it's just too........ hormonal.

You know what I said on the last sentence, of the previous paragraph? That is beyond true. At this wondrous age, kids think they're all that, and they're super cool. emotion_dealwithit In an "everyone" point of view, there are "rankings" in school, and you're either the ruler gaia_crown or the peasant. In a view of a girl, sure, that's important, (a.k.a. your status) but we also think about......BOYS. Now, that I think about it, I always hung out with the boys and thought of them as my BFFs. I would say, 'Love is so simple. You fall in and out. That's it' ............ burning_eyes ..........WRONG. Love is the most complex thing in the world, and it's complex to girls because of all the s**t we go through. This includes: PMSing, Japan striking, hormones/cramps, mood swings, daydreaming, dolling yourself up, shitty diet routines, godforsaken workouts, school/work, and emotion_bigheart for a boy. From all the tiny details I've mentioned, I'm pretty sure that I've experienced all this bull. The most great and stress-like detail is: emotion_bigheart for a boy. See, when you know you're in emotion_bigheart with a boy is when you see him and girl talking, and your heart kinda just clenches up inside. When you finally get to talk to him that day, you get that little flutter in your heart. And then, the signs: WINKS and DIMPLES. For me, I think these two things just make smile too much. And, I've noticed that I've gotten girlier these past few years....... Oh Well~! whee So, winks and dimples...... Ah~ They're just so CUTE! For example, if any boy did that to me, it would just make me blush for a few seconds. xp Ah~ I will forever and always love winks and dimples.

Lately, I've been broadening my horizon. I WANT to read a love novel or a really, REALLY good suspenseful one. I've been trying to find cute, love dramas that I know will make me cry. I've also been searching for emotional, love songs. But, I've also been searching for cute, inspirational quotes. This, to me is like a "sign" of growing up. I don't know how to explain it, but it's just that really good feeling. I've done my research and found one that was very cute and inspirational indeed! The first time I read it, I just smiled it:
“Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees.
The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy.
So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing.
They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree...”

-Pete Wentz

So, yeah. That was my feelings being conveyed and typed into a little summary of an entry. To me, from all the stories/entries I've written/typed, this one, by far, is my favorite. It's gives me that prideful feeling! biggrin To be "original" and say things like this on an online journal is kinda stupid, but relieves my stress, and gets my feelings out. Originality, maturity, creativity: all of those words, and words related to them, I want to see and discover in people, but I can't. I'm just so fed up seeing someone being someone else. <---- I kinda got out of hand, but it's the truth. To me, I want to already see my own story, but instead I'm living in it, while it's being written. From emotional, romantistical, bombastical, amazing songs♫, to heart-throbbing, painful, exhilarating love, it's all just one big slap on the face. You just gotta suck it up, take it in, and roll with it. But, instead of me calling it history, a background, or LIFE, I'd rather take the more sophisticated route and name it:

A Storyline of a Reserved Individual