Father

So, my dad hates Felix.

It's not just an ordionary hatred of your daughters boy friend, it's way more. He *hates* him. He told me, about 2 months ago this is, that I wasn't to bring Felix to his house anymore. I didn't answer him. He went out, Felix and I packed up our things and left.

For 1 month we didn't talk at all. I fully expected a phone call and a sincere WTF from him, but I didn't. I figured that he understood that he upset me and was letting me cool off.

So after this we start talking again, he comes and sees me at work etc. One day I mention Felix and he goes *very* quiet. "Okay", I think "You don't want to be hearing about him, I won't discuss him with you".

Then comes this opportunity to go to Dubai, because Felix got an awesome job. I tell dad we're going *soon* and he goes quiet again, but I assume he has heard me, and I go on my merry way.

Cut to this week, dad calls up and says "wanna have tea on Friday night?" And I say, "Well, Daddy. I think Felix and I are going to Dubai this week, so that won't be possible."

Que shit-storm. Dad goes nuts. Not only at me, but when my mum went to pick up my brother my dad cornered her and went nuts at her too. So now she's upset and wants me to make happy with him before we leave. FUCK THAT! I'm not going to reward him for calling my boyfriend a CUNT!

Would you, if your parent hated your lover to the core, act happy with them?

It's not only that he hates Felix so much, he also refers to my mother as "The Slut". I don't take kindly to people being rude to the people I love most, I don't care how much you hate them, you love them because I do.

And now I'm moving a million miles away. Fuck him.

Update, in bullet point form!

For your enjoyment. Longer updates coming up.

• I'm now estranged from my father.
• I'm moving to Dubai the day after tomorrow.
• I can't wait to GTFO this country.
• I'm a lazy slag.
• I just ate almost an entire block of chocolate.

Thx, bai.

When you Google "Gabriella Plymouth" this blog is the first thing to come up. Blegh.

Beggledorf!

Felix might be getting a job in Dubai within' the next few weeks. I try not to get my hopes up, because his dad *says* a lot of things. But it's still fun to get excited about things.

ZOMG! We could live in a little apartment in the city! Perhaps I could grow some tomatoes on the balcony... I wonder how they go in the Dubai heat? How will I go in the Dubai heat? My God, I won't be able to wear my longs anymore. I will, regardless. I never ever ever ever ever want to tan. I like the pale look. I look like a vampire.

I think I should become a gothic person. I have none of the attitudes (I guess, I don't really know any gothic people. They always seem sad) but I have the skin. When I dyed my hair dark, someone from work said it brings out my milky complexion. I love her now! Nothing is a bigger compliment than calling my skin "milky" or "pale". You may mean it as an insult, but it doesn't feel that way.

I'm a size 14 too *stress*. I can fit a size 12, and a size 10 on top. But a size 14 is comfortable. If I go to Dubai I'll only get fatter. Too hot to go outside! And usually in Dubai we eat out...

Maybe I can take up swimming though? I swam a lot in Dubai and I felt really good for it...

Yes. I will be a swimmer and I will have nice manly shoulders so that I can suck my victims blood in a tank top.

*Glee*! My goodness, I feel sorry for anyone who reads this blog. It's so... All over the place?




OH that's another thing! I'll be unemployeedd if I move to Dubai! MORE FUCKING GLEE! I hate work... So much. I can't wait to have Thomas' babies.

Self Medicating

I does it. I've been working flat out since I got to Australia and my feet have developed such pain. It's worse than the "I've been at work all day" kind of pain. It's unbearable.

I don't want to go to the doctor about it, because I don't want to be the person in her early 20s who needs to be going to the doctors about foot/back pain. Srsly, I need to be young before I have to worry about this crap. I'm already having a hard time thinking about "now or never" regarding children. I'm not ready now, but I want to have kids some day!

The only reason I'm not ready now is because of Felix. I beg him plz for teh bebies. Last night he said yes! But I think he was drunk... So I'm not taking his word for it.

Brunette again. Much better to make me look whiter. Yay! I'm not making sense... Calmitives mmm...

Zomg? Do I have to stop taking pills if I get pregnant? How will I survive 9 months without glorious myrsendol or coffee?

And sniffing stuff?

HOW WILL I SURVIVE??

Didn't Work

Mother fucker. I've been walking around with fucking orange hair for about a month now so I got Fudge's "whiter shade of pale". It's a toner and I thought it would be perfect to blonde up my hair.

Mother fucker did squat. FUCK!

Moving On

It's always been a foreign concept to me, moving on. How are you supposed to just "get over" someone close to you dieing. It's so very final. How am I supposed to move on with my life when their life played such a role in mine?

I'm talking about Bridget. It's been 10 weeks since she died and I still tear up thinking about her. It feels stupid that I do, because no one else is. Everyone else is just... Moving on. Even her sister, one of my best friends.

When Bridget died, it wasn't just losing a friends sister like it was for so many of my friends. When me and G were little I always used to hang out at their house with Bridget and G. They're only a couple of years apart and were often mistaken for twins.

When Bridget's first real boy friend broke up with her at school on paper me and G stalked the school for him. We were in year 12 and he was much younger, so we were quite intimidating. We let Bridget stay in our commonroom while we gave him a tongue lashing. Bridget could always rely on us to keep her safe.

I can't really talk to G about this. She revealed to me that it doesn't feel like Bridget is gone, just like she's on holidays or something. G was driving the car, but she doesn't remember. Bridget was sitting in the backseat and wasn't wearing her seatbelt. G lost control of the car and they crashed into a ditch. She wasn't drinking. She wasn't speeding. It's no way her fault, but she can't remember anything from that night. She doesn't know if she wants to.

I want to tell G that I still have panic attacks in the car while I'm driving home from work whenever I pass the cemetary. I want to tell her how I dream about B and how much I miss her, but I don't want to upset her. We really hadn't been that close last year, or really since we graduated. Last year especially because I was in New Zealand and G isn't really into Facecrack. I want to tell G about how much I regret not seeing her and B more toward the end.

I don't want to look at G like I do, with so much pity. I can't help it. I don't have a sister and Bridget was the closest I had. I want to tell her I feel her pain, even though it couldn't even be an ounce of what she feels.

I want to go back to December 26th and at least see Bridget. I miss her so much.

So talented. Check her Myspazz. She was going to be a rockstar.

www.myspace.com/theprettyundeadthings

Best. Kid. Ever.