So, I'm Gabi.

And I'm an eighteen-year-old lackadaisical libra currently living on the internet. You have stumbled across one of the many nooks of the web I've weaseled into over the years. I post a little of everything and a lot of nothing. All I ask is that you don't get lost here, physically or mentally. Or sexually.

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Like Batman, I play different roles in society depending on the time of day. Of course, unlike Batman, my mediocrity stays with me the whole day.

I’ve wanted shorts like these since I saw Kristen Wiig wear them in Bridesmaids. Well, really, I’ve wanted everything about Kristen Wiig’s look since I saw Bridesmaids. But I figured the shorts would be good enough (for now). They’re a little short, and my thighs aren’t exactly prepared for them, but whatever. I like them so much that I got a second pair in tan.

I just want you all to know that I won an award for this.

You better watch your back, Meryl Streep.

These two photos pretty much sum up gym this year. Is it sad that that was probably my favorite class in all of high school? It’s not even a class, really.

BUT IT WAS FUN AND BIOLOGY AND CALCULUS AND LITERATURE AREN’T FUN.

I’m just posting this so you all can feast your eyes on my ghetto shorts.

So this is my new hair. It only took fifty-eight and a half shots to get an accurate and flattering shot of it, and I’m still making a weird face in the best one, BUT WHATEVER HERE YOU GO.

cheeseparty:

my friend Gabi. isn’t she a beaut?

oh. and she’s available.   wink.

HI I’M GABI AND THIS IS THE FACE I MAKE WHENEVER PEOPLE TAKE PICTURES OF ME WHEN I’M UNPREPARED.

…wink.

I had to try a couple poses before I got an accurate image of my feelings before school, and this one turned out way too peaceful. I was going to toss it, but I really like the line of my eye. Seriously, look. It’s perfectly curved.

Look what I found. Some things never change.

Me and my prom date. Obviously, I didn’t get my height from my grandma.

Here’s a very flattering picture of me and my new brown hair. I hated it at first, but once I put on my face and styled these newly darkened locks, I decided that this color is for champions and I am most definitely a champion.

I planned to go back to red when dye time came around again next month, but now I’m not so sure. It all depends on how this color holds up. As usual, the color didn’t take very well to the ends of my hair, and I’m afraid they’re going to turn green after a wash or two. That would be…unfortunate.

Say goodbye to my red hair. I’M SHAVING IT ALL OFF. A.K.A. dyeing it dark brown.

Close enough.

I realized I’ve been posting about prom a lot lately, and that’s been very weird slash annoying of me, so I’ve decided to show you why. This is what I look like on a daily basis. I don’t look bad, but obviously I can’t (a.k.a. don’t want to) put much effort into my hair or my clothes or my anything. SO I’M JUST EXCITED TO DRESS UP OKAY. I actually forgot prom even had dancing until I was in a shoe store and a mom was asking her daughter if she’ll be able to dance in heels that high.

This whole time I’ve just imagined myself dressing up, magically teleporting to the location, eating, then going home.

I still think that’s all I’m going to do.

See, guys, I can look presentable. Don’t believe what you hear. Also, those are my parents. My dad was obviously more prepared for the photo than my mom and I. Edit: Ugh, the new Tumblr app sucks huevos. This was originally a photoset with my mom and my dad, but the second picture didn’t show. NOT COOL.

I was joking that I would throw up the universal sign of rock ‘n’ roll for the group picture at tonight’s dinner. My dad thought that was a more important moment to capture than the moment when I actually received my award.