Gym Class Heroes Blog and Journals

Yeah, THIS HAPPENED!!!!! Big up to Daryl and John, Both legends!! Go get their NEW BOXSET, Daryl Hall and John Oates: Do what You Want, Be What You Are, which also happens to be the title of my favorite H&O song. BOOOYAKAAAAH!!! Love you guys!!!!

Night time video shoot for “Live a Little”…Irvine, CA.

…Check out new music from “Bad Rabbit’s“…Courtesy of my dude Sheel! This band has been my L.A. soundtrack for the last few days. Album drop’s in December…

a lot of your favorite Artists may have “pretend” collaborations with Bjorn or Peter Bjorn and John where they chopped up there song etc or something like that. But this happens to be a legit collab where Bjorn was in town from Sweden and we recorded at a classic studio (sear sound) then he took it back with him and produced it.  We later got back up and did the weird video lol.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NF3UQao3THo

just thought you guys should know what time it is <3

…This past week I’ve spent some rare time at home (Jersey home, not New York home) in between shows. I find cooking to be incredibly calming and a lot of fun. Here’s a few culinary efforts during my days off.

Pan seared halibut I served up with a mango-cilantro salsa. Served with linguine in a light garlic-basil sauce and asparagus. Woahhh!

Chipotle chicken salad I made by shredding up a Whole Foods rotisserie chicken. I also made a chicken stock from the bones that I used to make a soup the next night.

Food Network better holler at the kid! ‘Nahmsayin? Hahha…

i think my blog is good now after a long sad time!! make some noise please!

…An average morning here @ the house in Ithaca, NY.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dear Diary,

            After a long talk with will we decided to go up to the lake. I also admitted that I hate camping, but my dad has a cabin where we are going so all will be well. I smiled the entire time I was driving home. Next week we are going up to the lake, the week after school shopping and then school. I'm nervous. I know we all are on the first day of school. But why are we? Is it because of the teachers? Different classes that we know nothing about? Or is it because each year is new? Most of the time it's just a repeat. Relearning whatever it is we learned last year. Maybe that's why I'm always bored in school. I know everything that I need to know already. But we always seem to learn something else. A walking book of knowledge.

                                   -Abby

"So how are you and Will doing?" Kaity asked into the phone.

I pressed the receiver closer to my ear and lips and sighed, "We're going to my dad's cabin next week for a couple days."

"Oh steamy! Just the two of you?"

I nodded, "Yes. And how are you and Gabe doing." I said trying to change the subject.

"Oh fine thanks, we're using your room as our hide out from Dana."

"She's the devil isn't she?"

"Is she really your sister?"

"I feel the same, but my theory is that the nurse gave my parents the wrong baby at the hospital."

She laughed, "It could be worse, there could be two of her!"

"Don't let me remember that nightmare." I said pinching the bridge of my nose. "Do you wish you could rewind the summer and do it all over again? Maybe even delete things that you wished never happened?"
"Well, I'd like to watch all the good stuff but not change a moment of it."

"Why is that?"
"Because then I wouldn't remember how to do "it" the right way. Life would just be a little more difficult. Do you have anything you want to "delete"?"

"Nothing at all. This summer has been one of the best."

"Hey I gotta go. Talk to you later?" she asked.

"Sure. Bye." I said hanging up.

            I started to play with my hair. I got bored this morning and I started to curl it with my curling irons. I ended up doing all of my hair, big curls underneath and little curls at the top. I couldn't understand why I was so depressed. So I went upstairs to my bathroom and grabbed my razor. I stood over the sink and looked down. "Only one, Abby." I told myself. I ripped the razor a crossed my wrist violently, deeper than I had ever cut before. Tears stung at my eyes and I did it again. And again, and again. All the way up my arm to my elbow.

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