Gabby Datau

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 05:33:17 GMT

http://www.flickr.com/photos/windupbirds/

Clear.

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 17:57:52 GMT

Good morning

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 06:56:04 GMT

Well, Goodnight

juts strugglin

Tue, 26 Dec 2006 18:20:36 GMT

My home is really warm from the fireplace and I keep writing letters to people. I'm never gonna send them, but they are just there. It's just.. I don't know.. sometimes people and characters get stuck in my head easily like they've just escaped from the pages of books or mental hospitals. I'm so sick of our daily routines. I'm sick of school. I'm sick of my family. And all I want right now is a hot chocolate with soy milk. I've always been the independant one in my family. I can prove to you I'm telling the truth because my life line and my heart line on my palms are connected, and were connected since birth. But with some people it's like where do you end and where do I begin. According the Finding Neem, sea tutrles live to be 150 years old. Now Im not judging here, but that's a long time. I wonder what Ms. Press's husband looks like naked. The doctors say bones will take 3 weeks to mend. You know that cuts and bruises will heal in about 3 days. But what happens when you're all broken up inside. Only one person knows. Never underestimate the power of the birds downstairs. You never know when they'll get hungry. Sometimes I'd like to look at our world in a bird's eye view, or perhaps a sea tutrles, and count how many people we would see feeling love. Someone once said to me "The Beatles say 'can't by me love', but really, if love were for sale, would we buy it?" I'm not 100%, 10% or even 1% sure. But all I know is that when we finally grow up, start careers, get married, and have babies, I'll still think about the first time we talked. I can still hear your voice on repeat and I'll never forget it. And you'll remember that the old Chinese woman that lives on your block was always right, your junk drawer is the only real thing that reflects you, and those people who mistaked us for being a couple. But no, this is not the end of pain for me. Pain can bother me in the Ghetto or by the coffee shop next door. Without love there would be no pain.. yet love is the way we get by.
I am writing this letter to you and will finally decide to send it.. someday when it's ready to be signed, sealed, and delivered for us to grow together. Because we have no limit.. like an unanswered question.. a book with no ending. So do me a favor, take this money and my thoughts to you, and go buy yourself something pretty. Maybe like.. a car or something.

I don't know I am incredibly stoned at 9 in the morning.

ps i went over 424 text messages llats month
pps i got a dog for christmas!
ppps no i didnt

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 03:33:32 GMT

those are apples

please tell me something anonymously, anything you want

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 03:22:47 GMT

i decided i am going to be a DJ when i grow up

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 15:33:20 GMT

urth cafe among other things

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 03:23:25 GMT

santa monica pieeeeeeeeer

there are spiders on my ceiling and i'll adore you!

Sat, 10 Jun 2006 06:08:30 GMT

nevermind

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 02:57:04 GMT

life's good

i think

Sun, 07 May 2006 22:01:06 GMT

gabrielle datau's reading list:

sex, drugs, and coca puffs by chuck klosterman
the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime by mark haddon
invisible monsters by chuck palahnuik
haunted by " "
electric cool aid acid test by tom wolfe
norwegian wood by haruki murakami
the wind-up bird chronicles by " "
wild sheep chase by " "
south of the border, west from the sun by " "
dance, dance, dance by " "
ham of rye by bukowski
hollywood by "
the world according to garp by john irving

please suggest a good book.

also, julia made me get one: http://www.last.fm/user/seismographs/

Sat, 06 May 2006 17:54:14 GMT

bring may flowers

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 22:17:08 GMT

april showers

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 02:01:54 GMT

i guess you could say second grade has painful memories

yeah so, comment with your name and i will write a poem about you. and i'll tell you what song reminds me of you.

7

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 15:37:38 GMT

dear ,
please come back to me so we can eat sushi. i'd appreiciate it.
your friend,
g

ps, tell me if anyone is going to coachella!

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 03:22:48 GMT

back at renaissance :

lal

Mon, 20 Feb 2006 01:56:36 GMT

my toes are cold. : /

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 00:31:49 GMT

I'm slowly convincing my mother to let me go to Coachella...

SATURDAY APRIL 29, 2006
Daft Punk (!)
Sigur Ros (!!!!!!!!)
Ladytron
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Tosca
Cat Power
Animal Collective
Devendra Banhart
Lady Sovereign
Imogen Heap
Deerhoof
Eagles of Death Metal

SUNDAY APRIL 30, 2006
James Blunt
Sleater-Kinney
Mogwai
Jazzanova
Wolf Parade
Seu Jorge
The Go! Team
Metric
stellastarr

Those are the bands I want to see FUCK MOTHER FUCKER WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO US.
I'm leaning more on Saturday though. JBGFIDSFNUISDFHNDSJFNJDHFNDJKCBOOOOOO

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 16:39:14 GMT

2/22 @ Wilshire Ebell Theatre

3/28 @ Henry Fonda Theatre

2/4 below the Echo with Jese and Grace!

3/7 @ The Vanguard

WITH :

3/18 @ The Wiltern

4/26 @ The House of Blues

If uh any of you would like to attend any of these with me, please tell me.

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 01:37:11 GMT

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 03:15:38 GMT

Hahah

split lens

split lens... both came out kind of weird.

Last three were the adventure I had with Ilana November at the Moca.

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 02:39:39 GMT

I hate it when people don't say thank you when you open the door for them.

the alchemist.

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 19:30:45 GMT

the alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. leafing through the pages, he found a story about narcissus. the alchemist knew the legend of narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. he was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. at the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called narcissus. but this was not how the author of the book ended the story. he said that when narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears. "why do you weep?" the goddesses asked. "i weep for narcissus," the lake replied. "ah it is no surprise that you weep for narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand." "but.. was narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked. "who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "after all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!" the lake was silent for sometime. finally, it said: "i weep for narcissus, but i never noticed that narcissus was beautiful. i weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, i could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." ... "what a lovely story," the alchemist thought.

everyone. read this book. now.

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 19:29:34 GMT

birthdaytime

Dinnnerrrr

There are a few more but I'm too lazy, forgive me.

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 03:19:35 GMT

Uh I really don't know what happened here, but I remember-

. . .

...that's pretty much all.