Gabrielle writes...

The past week..

gabriellewrites — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 13:29:32 +0000

has been interesting. I’ve gone out a frig load and partylife will all be over soon now my uni course is about to start. But I think it’s time for 2 more bender’s before that time comes around, starting from tonight. Time to kill the last brain cells I have left so that I have no chance of passing my course. Noway I’m still at the 91.5 standard I was 3 months ago. Since then I’ve probably consumed 91.5 L’s of alcohol. Really wouldn’t be suprised. My current myspace song is nice, sent me to sleep earlier on. I’m going to go lurk YouTube for a while. Might have a blog later on with something that I have found that interests me. Til then.

I miss you..

gabriellewrites — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 03:00:05 +0000

… Dad!

This is a story about a Dad who makes her daughter feel as though she can do anything.

He has the ability to bring light into the darkest situations and if this girl faced any difficulties, she felt that his encouragement would always accompany her.

This girl is sorry for not speaking to her hero as much as she should.

This girl feels pain for her father, and all the memories he is missing.

But there is something she isn’t sorry for… and that is being his child.

She is very proud of his outlook on life, and she hopes that one day her life can be filled with as much joy as his life contains. She wishes to possess his carefree attitude and optimism.

She misses his voice and his strong arms around her and I’m sure there are times when he misses her as well. Whenever this man feels lonely. Whenever this man feels lost without his little ray of sunshine. He can open this letter and know that she is thinking about him. He is always on her mind.

She looks up to her father. He is her big ship, safely towing her towards the open sea, teaching her to play and live and leading her toward her journey. She loves him… she honours him.

She wishes she could spend his birthday with him.

She wishes she could take a long walk along the beach with him and talk about life.

She wishes him the best possible birthday he can have without her by his side.

But he should know, he’ll forever be in her mind, especially on his birthday.

I love you dad.

I want to make love..

gabriellewrites — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 05:06:38 +0000

.. to these two men before I die. Maybe even before the year ends.

and then….

Until then, my life with not be complete.

Sick and tired

gabriellewrites — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 04:49:14 +0000

… of everything. I’m literally sick from going out too much and I’m tired. I’m tired of my life and so is my body. It needs a rest from the 4-6 nights a week of alcohol consumption and 3am home-times. It needs a boyfriend for sure.. but nothing even has a slight chance of going where it’s from to that sort of relationship. My brain doesn’t work the way it used to & uni starts up in about 2 weeks. How am I going to cope?

Working hard or hardly working?

gabriellewrites — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 04:05:03 +0000

… Hardly working! For sure. Sitting at Domino’s in Langwarrin and and my boss has gone for a drive. Perfect oppurtunity to get a blog blog happening. Today my Dad sent me a package with a CD inside. He wants me to learn every song on it on the piano. I haven’t listened to it much yet but I think I might fall asleep to it tonight.

I’m really not at work anymore. I’m editing the post cause my boss came back from his drive a tad early. It’s now Thursday, just. Probably will go out tonight, but I’m starting to get over it. Too much money spent. Too many sleazy guys. Too many bad things going into my body. I just want uni to start, maybe I’ll meet some new decent men that will romantic all over me. Eeee

Don’t let your mind get weary.

gabriellewrites — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 00:42:07 +0000

And this is how I’ll keep it from getting that way.

My dad always said that I had trouble communicating words, except when i thought about them and wrote them down, or in this case typed them onto a big white box. I’ve tried the whole blog thing before but I’m older now, and I think I’m learning to commit to things.

I’m currently trying to make a mix CD… One that I’ll enjoy when I’m older, that puts me to sleep and something I can really think to.

I have three song’s so far, but the first one is by far the best and I’m still unsure whether the other two will deserve to be apart of the experience…

Enjoy the deserving one: