someday at christmas...

...christmas '09 checklist...

• "accidentally" fracture foot three days before we leave so i have to wear a stinky old boot around.

• as part two of said "foot fracture" operation, get wheeled around disneyland by my loving family.


• get pictures by/of my fave alice in wonderland-themed spots.

• get brothers to win me loads of stuffed treasures on the boardwalk.
  
  
  
  
• ride dumbo!

• watch fireworks on christmas eve.... and get snowed on!
  
  
  

• get "unique" photos of disney.
  

(yup, counting myself as a unique photo...)

get a good seat for the electrical parade.

• get ignored by nearly everyone because nobody listens to me when i am so low to the ground.



• solidify invisibilty theory when i am "ran over" by baby toting female (who looks a bit like jennifer lopez to me) and huge black man.



• laugh uncontrolably when i realize that "baby toting female" is in fact jennifer lopez, and "huge black man" is her bodyguard.



• four celebrity sightings at christmas dinner, including j. lo, marc anthony, leah remini, and taboo from the black eyed peas, the only one that i had the courage to get a picture with (by "get a picture", i mean follow him out of the restaurant and down the hall, evesdropping on his conversation to make sure he wasn't going to punch me in the face when i asked for said picture.)

annoy everyone with "operation: foot fracture".

purchase (i.e. talk mum into purchasing) gorgeous black coat, wear around for the next three days.

confused by the compliment given to me at breakfast from my brother in regards to my new jacket ("you're looking very derelict today"). what i thought he meant: "that new jacket is smashing on you!" what he actually meant "you look like a homeless person"

google "derelict" via cell phone. find, "a person abandoned by society, esp. a person without a permanent home and means of support; vagrant; bum".

try not to hunch over so much in my wheelchair, so as not to confirm my homeless status to anyone.

go to build-a-bear in downtown disney and build an owl. name him "owlvin".

overdose on mickey pretzels and cheese. slip soundly into food coma and die in the happiest place on earth.

....or not.

buy year round pass to disneyland as present to myself, plan on going once a month for an entire year.

...or not.

utah... sort of.

here is mr. joe jonas, pledging aliegance to me. oh, joe...


i've got so many photos to post from my trip to utah (most of them from my jonas brothers concert, not gonna lie). i would like to post them, truly i would. but the fly in the ointment is that my uploader is slower than a slow thing on a slow road to slow town. i am working on a concert blog for the few jonas readers that i have, but it will be a while before i get that going. so this is just a sample of what is in store. isn't it loverly?

i quite think so.

until next time,
gabrielle.

**side note: the blog has been posted. it's a couple posts below this one.
xx

me and mr. jonas. mr. jonases... mr. jonai?

some of these are awesome, some of them are weird. some of them are fuzzy and out of focus... but i love them all. i had the best time at the concert. i was jumping around like a maniac. A MANIAC. but that is neither here nor there. the boys' set was cut short because shedaisy played beforehand. who the crap is shedaisy and who on this earth wants to see them sing? not me, that's who. jonas brothers only had a thirty minute set but they did a good job fitting as many songs in as possible. set list was:
"paranoid"
"the way we roll"
"hold on"
"play my music"
"much better"
"year 3000"
"tonight"
"gotta find you"
"when you look me in the eye"
"sweet caroline"
"lovebug"
"s.o.s."
"burnin' up"


i just noticed nick's crotchal region on the screen behind joe. hmmm.

i wish my camera wasn't a fuzzy piece of trash. then maybe these would have turned out a bit clearer.

i don't really know that all of these pictures need captions. in fact, i'm gonna go ahead and say that they don't. i just feel like i should comment on them for some reason. this was during the last song when nick felt it was necessary to unbutton his shirt.

kevin always looks like a goof. i think it's the hair. i love him anyways, so it doesn't matter. check out his sweet guitar though.

we had a really hard time getting a picture of all three of them looking the same way at the same time. this time nick's guitar ruined everything.

this picture is my favorite. for now, anyways. it'll change eventually.

nick on the piano. yummy scrumboes. i think this was during "when you look me in the eye".

kevin ruined this one by turning his head.

i have a ton more but who wants to see 300+ jonas pictures besides me? nobody who reads this blog, i'll tell you that for free.

loves,

gabs.

xxx

** i feel the need to make a slight addendum to this post. i don't have anything against shedaisy as a band, i just dislike when something is advertised as a jonas brothers headliner and then stage time is split down the middle with another band. i would have been annoyed no matter who it was, the fact that it was a band that hasn't had a cd since 2006 just makes the choice random. i have respect for all musicians, doesn't mean i like them all, but i have a respect for them. my frustration comes from paying $125 and travelling ten hours for a jonas show that ended up being just thirty minutes long. that's all. end of story, thank you, byebye.

everybody's happy in california...

me and some steel man.

i prefer my sea cucumbers sans warts, athankyou.

jellies!!!

this guy was disgusting. i feel bad for him though bc his tank was like three sizes too small. kinda cruel if you ask me...

me and a frickin sea turtle.

the bay.

i decided that penguins are the proudest creatures. just look at them. they are practically pledging alliegance to themselves.

me and my brudda!

eels just creep me out. they've yet to redeem themselves after the whole "working for the sea witch" fiasco.

my mommy and i have the same smile.

my new hair/adorable headband.

new hair/adorable headband part two.

this eel is mocking me. look at that sickening smile.

i like to tell myself that this is the sting ray that killed the crocodile hunter. now i can say i met a famous animal.