<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:11:35.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>such is life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-6183023996081204004</id><published>2009-09-19T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:48:39.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>havn't been here in a while...</title><content type='html'>therefore i think blogger will be added to my evergrowing list of homepages. *smiley face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-6183023996081204004?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/6183023996081204004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/09/havnt-been-here-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/6183023996081204004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/6183023996081204004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/09/havnt-been-here-in-while.html' title='havn&apos;t been here in a while...'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-3211077395542360828</id><published>2009-07-02T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:15:08.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube wanderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pp7iOwRySwY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pp7iOwRySwY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-3211077395542360828?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/3211077395542360828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/07/youtube-wanderings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/3211077395542360828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/3211077395542360828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/07/youtube-wanderings.html' title='youtube wanderings'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-4011492456791214747</id><published>2009-07-02T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:10:00.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody wants me...</title><content type='html'>i can't get a job&lt;br /&gt;and it really sucks&lt;br /&gt;because i'm super broke&lt;br /&gt;and i saw some really nice shoes&lt;br /&gt;i had an interview today at muffin break&lt;br /&gt;if i can't get that&lt;br /&gt;there's no hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-4011492456791214747?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/4011492456791214747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody-wants-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/4011492456791214747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/4011492456791214747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody-wants-me.html' title='Nobody wants me...'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-910049839813903149</id><published>2009-06-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:17:52.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Irritating Things:</title><content type='html'>1. 'Best friends,' that dog you for their on/off boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends who make slurping noises when eating spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;3. Overweight people who insist on being in the mosh pit.&lt;br /&gt;4. The song, 'hey boys and girls,' by evermore.&lt;br /&gt;5. The lyrics from 'love story,' by taylor swift and 'i wish i was a punk rocker,' by who sandi something or other.&lt;br /&gt;6. Parents who insist you clean you room.&lt;br /&gt;7. Employers who have you do a trial and not pay you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cleaning bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;9. Spendin ages on biology and chemistry assignments and getting a crappy mark.&lt;br /&gt;10. People who think they're super cool, and they're just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i sound suicidal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-910049839813903149?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/910049839813903149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-irritating-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/910049839813903149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/910049839813903149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-irritating-things.html' title='Top 10 Irritating Things:'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-5028608534021977224</id><published>2009-06-17T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:25:21.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace pictures.</title><content type='html'>Super random subject, but as i was on another of my pointless myspace time- wasting sessions, i realised that i can't stand people who have gay myspace pictures. According to myself, you have  gay myspace pictures if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have over 5 albums of pictures- get over yourself, no- one is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;interesting in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You make peace signs etc whilst pouting... and you're not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have 20 different pictures of yourself in the same place, same clothes with 20 different angles/ pouts/ hand gestures- you're not hot, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You keep pictures up even if they have 0 comments- it's an indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** This guide aims to stop gay myspace picture-ers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-5028608534021977224?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/5028608534021977224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/myspace-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/5028608534021977224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/5028608534021977224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/myspace-pictures.html' title='Myspace pictures.'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-8668104234773975693</id><published>2009-06-16T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:33:06.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The word love...</title><content type='html'>** If you're looking for a beautiful, moving or soppy love story; you're in the wrong place. All this blog is, is cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so is it just me or does 'today's youth in society' (woahh my english teacher will be proud of me for using that line.) misuse, overuse and abuse the word &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;? My mid- teen friends who have boyfriends or 'crushes' all claim to be 'in &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;,' and to have 'found the &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;,' personally, i find it irritating, pathetic and fraudulent in a way- wow i'm glad none of my friends know i have a blog, except emily, i think she shares my views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to some small degree i can 'get it' when they've been dating for a while and claim to '&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;' their bf/gf; but after a week, seriously. We're teenagers, why date for a year anyway, go play the field. Although, don't get me wrong i'm not encouraging &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; increase in sluts and man-whores. We have enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I don't understand how peope don't understand the difference with being 'in love,' and 'loving,' somebody. However, don't misinterpret me, believe it or not, i'm not a cold, emotionless person. I love my friends and family. Nevertheless, i will never tell my boyfriend i'm 'in love,' with him as to be honest, i'm not. Furthermore, the harsh truth is, neither is your boyfriend or girlfriend if you're a teen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-8668104234773975693?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/8668104234773975693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/8668104234773975693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/8668104234773975693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-love.html' title='The word love...'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-3606722223045356367</id><published>2009-06-13T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:30:42.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking insane...</title><content type='html'>So today i hit up The Getaway Plan's last gig in Brisbane, The Amity Affliction and Elora Denan played support, the only words I can think of to describe it is, fucking insane. Personally, I'm not one for the massive arena's where the artists are but dots upon a distant and out-of-reach stage lip-synching top 40 beats; I believe that you can't get much better than a 400max alternative gig. The atmosphere, the proximity, the heads jumping in unison singing the same lyric. It was sweet. However, if there's something I learnt from the experience, it's don't enter crazy moshpits without your converse secured superr tightly. I didn't know it was possible for converse to fall off haha. I'd also like to take the opportunity to thank the random cute boys who helped me up after being constantly knocked over, what can i say my moshing skills need improving. Also, to that fat chick, it goes without saying if you're that fat you don't go into a mosh pit; e v e r y o n e suffers, i think you brusied me. Oh and yeahh, The Getaway Plan were fucking insane aswell. I'm going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/gab_ri_elle/?action=view&amp;amp;current=getaway1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/gab_ri_elle/getaway1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-3606722223045356367?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/3606722223045356367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking-insane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/3606722223045356367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/3606722223045356367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking-insane.html' title='Fucking insane...'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4524856346929322419.post-3825108522672270073</id><published>2009-06-11T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:28:16.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>such a noob...</title><content type='html'>Recently i've been having trouble sleeping. I have therefore come to the conclusion that I have randomly become an insomniac (if that's even a word), or alternatively, it's due to the tremendous pressure of chemistry and biology exams. Probably the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seeing as i have this transitory sleeping disorder and it's really pissing me off, i've decided to stay up as late as possible in the hopes of catching a few hours sleep. Unfortunately there was nothing on the tv apart from mindless american sitcoms and melodramatic, overemotional dramas. I instinctively myspaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst on another of my pointless myspace meanders i came across some random, who i bizarrly see everywhere with her black haired, black panda- eyed friend. The pair of them are just people i seem to see everywhere; i don't know them and don't have any sort of loose connection to them, it's just sort of is that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway that's beside the point. Upon her 'space' was a link to her blog. I guess you could say i felt inspired or maybe i was just bored either way here i am, on my new blog, writing about nothing, to probably no-one, feeling like such a noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4524856346929322419-3825108522672270073?l=gabriellelois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/feeds/3825108522672270073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/such-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/3825108522672270073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4524856346929322419/posts/default/3825108522672270073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabriellelois.blogspot.com/2009/06/such-noob.html' title='such a noob...'/><author><name>hi.im.gabrielle.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12927365349927052751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
