Dear Katherine

Dedicating this somewhat detailed report of my day to myself. I've decided to write about my days till I reach my birthday which is on Saturday the 29th.


Today I woke up late compared to the time I usually do. Which around 6 Am to leave my house around 6:50-7:00 to be in school by 7:30. I woke up at 7 AM which wasn't a problem because I got an extra hour to sleep. I needed to be in school by 8:40 so I still had time. Your probably wondering why the hell would I wake up at 6 if I needed to be in school by 8:40. Well I have 0 Period Tuesday- Friday which start at 8:00. And sometimes that extra 30 minutes gives me time to do h.w. I forgot to do.

Since I was running on time I took the train with my mother which I NEVER do. But nonetheless I enjoy the time we spend now together, even though that wasn't always the case. For example I found it adorable how she can still be an overbearing protective mother in a train station. She kept me behind the yellow line, kept telling me not to go to close to the edge if only she knew I live bending over the edge. The trains were running funky I was late for first period by like 2 minutes which didn't borther me or my teacher because we understand each other. My normal schedule is hectic so my school day schedule looks something like this


0 Period -
1 Period - A.P. Calculus
2 Period- A.P. Literature
3 Period- A.P. Government and Politics
4 Period- LUNCH
5 Period- A.P Physics C
6 Period- Internship
7 Period- PowerPoint
8 Period- Art
9 Period-

I love Mondays for the simply fact I don't have to wake up early or stay late in school :]
I forgot to finish my Cal. H.W well let's say I forgot to flip on the backside of the worksheet
I forgot I had my research paper outline due although I handed in my Austen Essay and my College Essay
I forgot to find out the Republican delegates sent to the National Convention

Lunch was Mommy Melissa and Gabby time. We spend the whole 45 minutes discussin our weekend, our crazy flashbacks. And we never get tired of each other and we have the same schedule. Together since freshman year, amazing how much I enjoy her company. Anywho during lunch I found the perfect analogy for Jonathan (will explain him later on because he deserves his own seperate blog entry). His my personalized brand of heroin <3

I almost fell asleep in Physics and my Mommy Melissa (I just call her that for personal reasons) got bitch slapped during that class by Daniel. That definately had me rolling.

Internship is a free period to just talk with my other A.P Classmates. We're talking about prom and last years prom and stuff. Which reminds me I need to find myself I need to find a prom date. I'll probably leave this to last moment
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PowerPoint is my stupid people class, it's like a special ED class. The class attendance is so weak, and the presentations or topics are boring. I don't struggle what so ever, I breeze through this and the teacher likes me because I don't disrespect her, I just go in and do my work. I'm not trying to engage in anything else, I just want to get out of Chelsea.

Finally Art used to be the class I felt like I was in kindergarden again, but that has changed since my teacher's supervisior is caring about students. Now he requires Literature to be incorporated into our Art class. So my teacher makes us read excerpts of god knows what boring shit to draw a picture. I'm not an artist but I can draw fair enough for you to recognize what I've drawned.

AFTERSCHOOL

I took the train with Manny, this guy who everyone picks on out of love. Even though I do feel sorry for him because he does not defend himself and when he tries he gets cut by a scissor in Art class SMH*
His my live entertainment on my way home since I don't have headphones for my IPOD -___-
I've gotten used to it but I do miss my music and just blocking out people but Manny does well in keeping me entertained. I have a feeling he has a crush on me, which would suck because I wouldn't want to let him down. His really a cool kid :]

Anyways after I left him at 42nd to get to the N train to go to Astoria to go to the doctor to get my second dose of the HPV shot. Jonathan keep me company on the phone while I was waiting in the waiting room with all these minature people (children) roaming around. I grew YES! My dream is to be 5' 7" and I'm 5' 5" now :]

I actually used to be afraid of needles but then something happened in my childhood which I can't really recall but ever since then I don't mind the doctor or the dentist. Weird I know. This metrosexual nurse or gay nurse puntured my arm, and I tried not to wince and he was like "Oh aren't you a brave, usually girls tear or something..." I just looked at him and said "Thank you... (with a confused face)" I'm not sure if that was a backhanded compliment like what are you trying to say about girls that we're whinny and not "strong" enough to take a vaccine? I felt like a feminist while all this was going through my mind. Finally I left and my left shoulder was numb and I called Jonathan to tell them they hurt me -__- He was just laughing at me that asshole but I would to if someone was to call me to tell me that. On the train I go underground and forget and I look like a retard talking into the phone when we got disconnected -__- Then we were just texting back and worth.

THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY (other than Jonathan)

My second wife Dominique Ashley Sarah Fils-Aime. If I got the middle names confused don't shoot me -__-
Dominique came over to my house. I saw her this past Saturday too, two times in a month who's funeral?
She lives a block away from me and her school is two blocks away from mine, and even then we rarely see each other anymore. School and boys keep us away well mostly her, I could give two fucks about that.
She came by to pick up all the stuff I hijacked from her house like books and dvds and her savings are stashed under my bed but she doesn't know that :]

So she came over and she suggested we do Latino Sandwiches which is a throwback term. We made some sandwiches out of the scraps of food that my frig. had. And it didn't come out to shabby so ever since then we call it that. While making a revised version because my frig. isn't loaded like it used to be -___- We talked about twilight and made fun of Kristen Stewart and her acting. Her inmitations were priceless, I was ROFL!!! She had to bring up the most random yet serious question ever. If you had to choose between your husband/wife and child to live who would you chose? And she's like that she couldn't that she'll kill herself, I'm like thats not an option. She starts laughing at me, but I was serious, then I responded I would kill my husband I would eventually anyways I'm just quickening the process and her face was shocked. Jaw dropping much? I simply said hey I could find myself a new one. That had my sister and her were dying. But her question really got to me, what if my husband was the love of my life, would I choose my maternal love over true love? My sister interrupted this thought when she asked how old the child would be? Dominique started pointing fingers and screaming BABY KILLER! How can you even ask? Were you even considering it? And even though that's not a funny statement, her facial expression and her reaction just kept us gasping for air. This is all occuring in the kitchen, whenever Dominique comes over the Kitchen is the place where all the laughs are cooked up :] We finally came to the conclusion that if it's a baby, we would kill it and just make a new one. But if it's a teenager or older we would choose the child over the husband and find ourselves someone new. Now it's time to walk my monster babies which are my poodles so they can do their business outside and take Dominique home.

So now I'm just writing my day, and how it went and looking back on it, it wasn't routine how I usually think of it.
Didn't realize all the things I did and did not do today.

If you actually read it, I'm flattered you actually took interest long enough to read this :]

Fondly yours,
Gabriela

P.S. My grammer sucks so bear with me. I needed to jot everything down before I forgot the details.