Paradise

par·a·dise

   [par-uh-dahys, -dahyz]  Show IPA

–noun

1.

heaven, as the final abode of the righteous.

2.

an intermediate place for the departed souls of the righteousawaiting resurrection.

3.

( often initial capital letter ) Eden ( def. 1 ) .

4.

a place of extreme beauty, delight, or happiness.

5.

a state of supreme happiness; bliss.

6.

Architecture .

a.

parvis.

b.

an enclosure beside a church, as an atrium or cloister.

7.

( initial capital letter, italics ) Italian, Pa·ra·di·so  [pah-rah-dee-zaw]  Show IPA. the third and concluding part of Dante's Divine Comedy, depicting heaven, through which he is guided by Beatrice.Compare inferno ( def. 3 ) , purgatory ( def. 2 ) .

Origin: 
before 1000; Middle English, Old English paradīs  < Late Latinparadīsus  < Greek parádeisos  park, pleasure-grounds < Iranian; compare Avestan pairi-daēza  enclosure

The Absolute Greatest

This is something that one of my best friends composed to send to my ex-boyfriend. And for this, she has earned her place as probably the best person on the face of this planet.

hi adam this is gabby. obvious but i'm just saying to let you know it actually IS me typing this... i want to let ou know that i do not appreciate the fact that you harass kiley all the fucking time. she does not want to hear about your life and the girls you want to date. nobody does.

stop texting kiley or i will get a restraining order

she does not want to hang out with you

she does not want you to be best friends with one of her best friends

she actually quite frankly hates you

p.s. i hate you too

love, no scratch that, with every morsel of hate that is contained within my soul, gabby

Laundry List of Complaints

I am about to list all of the reasons that my ex-boyfriend has been able to get on my last nerve for the year and some months that we were dating, and even now that we've broken up. Now I understand that some people would say that this is too mean or going too far. However the way I see it, no one will ever know who I'm talking about, and perhaps boys who are reading this will not make the same mistakes with the same kind of girl.

-He never introduced me to any of his friends. Ever. Now this made me think a) he didn't have any friends or b) he was embarrassed to be with me.

-He waited for months and months and months to take me to meet his family because he didn't want to have to drive me home. Are you kidding me.

-He could not take a hint. And I know that boys are bad at picking up on things but I mean these things were INCREDIBLY obvious.

-He could not be spontaneous. Not ever. He always had to have a plan. But he couldn't be the one to make the plan.

-He also could not try anything new. No new restaurants, no new dishes at the same restaurants, no new activities, no new dates (he wouldn't even go on a double date with one of my best friends), and no new other things as well.

-He was always focused completely 100% on his sport. I understand that he was in a competitive sport and it was important to him, but so was I. And he would never even consider skipping training, but he would get frustrated when I wouldn't skip training.

-He never wanted to do anything risky. And I don't mean risky like something that could get us hurt, but he didn't want to do anything that he didn't have permission to do.

-He tried to pressure me into very personal decisions. Such as medical decisions.

-He was always telling me about some girl or another who had checked him out or who had asked him out. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT.

-He was always complaining about my sport. Always. Just because I complain about it sometimes doesn't mean that you have any right to. Same goes for my family.

-He was into doing things that were so very cliché and he didn't ever want to just opt out of something like Valentines Day which I happen to hate.

-He always wanted to be very touchy in public. In front of anyone and everyone. My friends, my family, my coaches, my teachers, my coworkers, my boss, strangers. I just felt like it was so weird.

-He didn't take it seriously when I broke up with him.

-Several days after we broke up, he decided that it was alright to go behind my back and hang out with one of my best friends. I later found out by stopping up at her house without calling. And I walked into them watching a movie together. Just WOW.

-He now feels the need to tell me all about the girl he is planning on asking out and what they talked about today and how they hugged the other day and how great she is doing at her sport. Again, I really don't want to know. Nor do I care.

-He still thinks that he needs to give me advice on my life, even when I don't ask for it.


Now I completely understand that he probably has a few complaints about me himself, but some of these things should just never, ever be done. So for all the boys in the world, please please please do not put your girlfriends or ex-girlfriends through this.

College Stress

So I have been asked a lot lately about what I'm going to do for college, and the truth is I HAVE NO IDEA.

First of all, I need to know what I want to major in, or at least a subject that I'm interested in so that i can select a college that fits what I want. Also I need to look at where i want to live. And i need to take the required standardized tests. And I need to do more community service. And I need to think about applying for scholarships. And I need to learn about writing the essays. And I need to figure out who I'm going to ask for recommendations. And I should appear to be a more well-rounded person. And I need to decide whether or not I should do interviews. And I need to go and visit the colleges that I'm interested in (once I find them). And I need to go through the actual application process. And I should probably start thinking about the rest of my life. All the while I still need to get good grades to graduate from high school and make up for missing credits and be successful and have things that I can tell colleges about myself. And during this time I'd still like to have a social life.

So the point is if you ask me about my plans for college, I might just hyperventilate then pass out because it's a lot to figure out. And with the added pressure of expectations and aspirations, it all becomes just a huge mess in your mind that will eventually melt into a giant puddle that will drown out any other thoughts that i might have. So please, don't ask me about college.

Dress

It is so good to be home...

The floors are finally done and i have a new rug and mattress!! Yay for coming home to exciting surprises!! And also for being able to sleep in and take a break for once...