We got a puppy on saturday. While my dad was away...without him knowing.

Hercules is a mix between a shitzu and a peekaneese so we had to name him Hercules, I think we're giving him an inflated ego early on. But oh well...he's adorable, I'll try and get a picture of him soon.

Besides that school started again, we'd been on mid-term last week, so that wasn't fun. I take my SSATs on saturday because even though we don't need them here in the Bahamas my parents are considering sending me away to boarding school in the States, which I am vehemently against for the record. We're actually going up to look at the school next week.

The first of the Anna Nicole Smith hearings was downtown today. It was a mob there and at her former house. And as a legal Bahamian, I'd like to clarify something I've even heard on the TV. Even though her baby was born here, she is not a bahamian and will not be able to apply for Bahamian citzenship until she is 18. Also according to Bahamian law, even though Stern's name is on the birth certificate, because the two were not legally married, Stern does NOT have automatic legal rights to the child. This is something most people with a brain here know, but of course the courts will take forever to decide, just for a little media time. (Can anyway say Seid-show judge?)

Nothing much else is going on, watching all the crap going on about Anna Nicole Smith, who they really should just let rest in peace, is fun. But nothing much else.

Later people, I go play with puppy! Who's cute...and...cute...

Gabby

Goodbye.

Okay okay...since most people like to start from the begining when telling a story...I figure I might as well start there too. It is after all so confusing to write sdrawkcab.

I was born. Skip a few years and a couple of burps and we're done.

But I guess I should put in one or two details.

Detail One: You can call me Gabby, not necessarily because my name is Gabby, I didn't say that. Just Because.

Detail Two: I am 15 years old.

And Bonus Detail Three: I live in the Bahamas, the place you probably only heard of recently due to the Anna Nicole story.

I admit to being a little sarcastic and slightly cynical. Maybe a tad crude and a tiny bit rude. But only if I like you. If I don't...well...lets not go there.

I like writing, I write a pile crap every day. Funny thing is, I don't have a boyfriend right now and even when i did, I never really said I loved him, but I write these stupid love things that all my friends get sappy about. Aparently you must be in love to write sappy crap. Its amusing to me.

I also love reading, I will read anything and in times of desperate need, the back of shampoo bottles, which in my defence are more interesting than you'd think.

I hate brussel sprouts and am planning their worldwide demise, though my first fifty-eight attempts failed, this one is fool-proof. It involves a large spatula, a rubber duck, the Sims 2, and a rather big pink bow. And a brain-washing device, which could be hard to find.

I think thats really all the necessary infomation you need about me to determine that I am indeed an escaped convict with a battle axe waiting to kill anyone who leaves their name.

And since we started with the end, we'll end with the begining.

'Ello.