tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38292282011-04-21T16:44:57.768-04:00Welcome to My World"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
-Mahatma GandhiAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.comBlogger2671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1144377553002062602006-04-06T22:27:00.000-04:002006-04-06T22:39:13.016-04:00More Lessons From HomeI've only been here for four days and I'm beginning to understand what drives people to eating disorders. Since my last visit home I've maybe lost about 1o pounds. Everyone that I've met up with while I've been home immediately compliments me on how great I look. I'll admit that I've been trying to eat healthier, and I'm sure my increase in exercise is also helping with the Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1144295716231660072006-04-05T23:40:00.000-04:002006-04-05T23:56:28.336-04:00Back in the MidwestSo far, home this time around hasn't been nearly as boring as the last time I was here. I've managed to keep myself fairly busy and hopefully by the end of the week I will have even caught up with some old friends. Therese was kind enough to let me drive her car around today. I started my morning off with a run through Washington park. I absolutely LOVE the park and since I've Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1144099331763164172006-04-03T16:55:00.000-04:002006-04-03T17:22:11.786-04:00It's been a long time.It has been far too long since I have written, and much has happened. About two weekends ago, Carrie and I went to a music festival in Lake Placid, NY. Besides hearing some really great bands, we also got in some skiing. I haven't gone skiing since my junior year in high school and I was a little worried about how I would perform, but it turns out skiing is kind of like Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1141790578188155472006-03-07T22:40:00.000-05:002006-03-07T23:02:58.200-05:00Loving Life.Today was a fabulous day. Wait...let me back up. Florida was wonderful. It was very relaxing and the dad and I got to spend a little quality time together, but I got a tan! So, on to today (more like last night and today).About two weeks ago I put up a sign at the gym saying I would be interested in the occasional babysitting job. Last time I was at the gym, all the tabs with my Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1140761398557974352006-02-24T01:07:00.000-05:002006-02-24T01:09:58.570-05:00Heading for the Beach!Tonight I was getting ready to go meet some friends for drinks, when my dad calls and asks, "How do you feel about going to Florida next weekend?" Let me back up one second...my dad is an accountant and there's some big deadline on March 1st before the really big April 15th date. He usually takes a small vacation before the 15th to relax and re-group before getting stressed Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1140664160463907562006-02-22T21:59:00.000-05:002006-02-22T22:09:20.473-05:00Normalcy is Great.My life is finally feeling like I want it to, like I am really in control. I've come to accept the fact that I have indeed graduated from college, but life isn't over. The whole full-time employment thing isn't half bad, and when you add a little grad school on the side, my life couldn't be more ideal. I have a job doing what I like that pays the bills, but there is so much roomAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1140467398383055962006-02-20T15:21:00.000-05:002006-02-20T15:29:58.396-05:00Girl's Night InThis past weekend proved to be a bit crazy, perhaps even bordering on out of control. Because of the events from the weekend, Carrie, Sarah and I have decided that there needs to be more girl time without the guys. So, to start this off right I'm cooking dinner tonight for just the girls. Both of my roommates are gone this week, so that leaves me in the house all by myself. I love Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1140126111925206042006-02-16T16:29:00.000-05:002006-02-16T16:41:51.946-05:00Random RamblingsIt is absolutely gorgeous outside. We are talking 55 in the middle of February. Usually I'm all about having 4 seasons in a year, but I think that I'm definitely ready for Spring to get here. I can't wait for the longer days and cook outs and playing outside. My dad sent me flowers for Valentine's Day. I should be grateful, and I was, sort of...but I know how much it costs to sendAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1139730155539523982006-02-12T02:36:00.000-05:002006-02-12T02:42:35.550-05:00Let it snow!I just got in from my night out and the snow has started. It's supposed to snow anywhere from 8 to 14 inches. I'm hoping it's more towards the 14 inch side. I absolutely love snow, especially lots of it. Judging from past storms, the road crews out here are pretty good about clearing the roads...I just hope they are all cleared so that I can carry on with my day tomorrow. I think Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1139369309203068142006-02-07T22:11:00.000-05:002006-02-07T22:28:29.223-05:00I love New Englanders...no really, I do.I like to travel, but today I had one of the most enjoyable trips back to Boston. I don't know if I was wearing a sign that said, "I went to a funeral today," or if I just looked really approachable and friendly, but it seemed like everyone I was around was both nice and chatty. It started with the flight attendant on the Springfield to Chicago plane. She Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1138929166086328692006-02-02T19:55:00.000-05:002006-02-02T20:15:32.656-05:00A Tribute to My GrandpaThis afternoon, as I was driving home from work, there was a message from my dad that said to call him as soon as possible. I knew that good news was not going to be shared when I called him back, but I was definitely not ready for what he told me.My grandfather passed away this afternoon. He was a retired farmer and liked to go to cattle sales to follow the trends in the Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1138243249837832242006-01-25T21:33:00.000-05:002006-01-25T21:44:42.303-05:00My phone is dying.This morning as I was rushing out the door, much like I do every day, I dropped my phone on the floor...my hard wood floor. This has happened several times before and usually I just pick my phone up and walk out the door. This time, the battery flew off. I put my phone back together, turned it back on and thought nothing of it. Tonight, Lori called me and she sounded a bit Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1138078734352049992006-01-23T23:49:00.000-05:002006-01-23T23:58:54.363-05:00Back to BeantownTonight is my last night in Illinois before I hop back on a plane and head back to Boston. I start work at 8 o'clock on Wednesday and to be quite honest, I can't wait to get back into the swing of things. Don't get me wrong, I love having a week off of work, but I'm also a creature of habit and I can't wait to get back into my routine. I'm about 90% sure that I'm going to start inAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1137821464240891992006-01-21T00:10:00.000-05:002006-01-21T00:31:04.256-05:00My mind is never made up.So I'm home for my second of five vacations from work. Last time I came home, I went back to Boston and was convinced that I would only stay out there for a year and then move back here. However, now that I'm home I know that I could never move back here and live at home. So...forget everything I said about 2 months ago. My plan, which really was the original plan, is to Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1136244142397300272006-01-02T18:16:00.000-05:002006-01-02T18:22:22.406-05:00My worst nightmare.It the spirit of New Year's resolutions I decided to head to the gym for an intense workout. I was about 12 minutes into my 45 minute jog when I spot out of the corner of my eye a camera crew entering the gym. Let me just say that when I work out I hate running into people that I know, let alone a camera crew from the Fox station in Boston. At about the 10 minute mark I start Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1136225094387986982006-01-02T13:04:00.000-05:002006-01-02T13:24:01.630-05:00Here's to you, 2006!Let me start off by saying that I usually hate New Year's Eve. The whole thing is very anti-climatic. As soon as Christmas is over everyone is asking, "What are you doing for New Years?" and I never really have a great answer. Last year there was New York, which proved to be a success, but I'm going to have to say that this year in Beantown topped the New Year's celebration inAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1135570037039551832005-12-25T23:07:00.000-05:002005-12-25T23:07:17.053-05:00 Merry Christmas!This is what I woke up to this morning. There were many presents under the tree leading up to today, but Lynlea's boyfriend got in last night and brought more presents and so when I got home around 2 last night it really looked like Santa had paid a visit to Pleasant Street.The last couple of days have been quite nice. Many of our kids at work got to go home for the holidays, so Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1134154910660885272005-12-09T14:01:00.000-05:002005-12-09T14:03:29.226-05:00 Winter WonderlandThis is the view from my front porch. I took this picture about 20 minutes ago and in 2 more hours there should be about 3-4 more inches of snow. I'm so excited, it's making me giddy. However, my mom is still not here. She should have gotten here around noon, but due to the weather she is in Atlanta and will soon be flying to Cincinnati. There she is on standby for a flight to Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1133637890616784842005-12-03T13:56:00.000-05:002005-12-03T14:28:00.793-05:00Beer Pong and Flip Cup and Cranium, oh my!Even in December the beach house in Rhode Island proved to provide tons o' fun. Mitch (guy making strange face in picture) and I had to work until 9, which put us a little behind everyone else, but we still managed to make pretty good time. We picked up Carrie (other girl in picture) from Fountain Head and were headed down 495 with the Beatles serenading Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1133151642270675022005-11-28T00:20:00.000-05:002005-11-27T23:20:42.280-05:00A bunch of little thingsI have a bunch of random things that have been running through my head over the last couple of days. However, I'm feeling lazy, so instead of dragging each out into a really long post, I think I'll just highlight the big stuff. 1. I really like reading about everyone else's holidays. In some strange way it makes me feel good that my family is just as disfunctional. 2. Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1132876624044377702005-11-24T19:56:00.000-05:002005-11-24T18:57:04.056-05:00Gobble GobbleToday was my first Thanksgiving on my own, without any family around. I thought I was going to be holding back the tears all day long, but today was turned out to be a delight. When I got out of bed this morning and looked out my window, I was greeted with 3 inches of freshly fallen snow. I then found When Harry Met Sally (my favorite movie) on AMC and watched the whole thing in Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1132547857475204362005-11-21T00:37:00.000-05:002005-11-20T23:37:37.486-05:00Dancing QueensThings continue to be on the up and up. While Wednesday night at work proved to be a complete disaster, the rest of the week was just about splendid. Carrie and I decided to initiate a girl’s night out on Saturday to make up for the horrible work week. It ended up just being me, her, and her roommate, but it was definitely a wild and crazy kind of night. We took a taxi to Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1132115230142072512005-11-16T00:27:00.000-05:002005-11-15T23:27:10.156-05:00I should really get paid more.If you know me at all, you know how much I hate feet. Tonight at work I had to do something that I think I hate more than anything else I can imagine...I had to cut one of my students toe nails. I really almost gagged. I don't know what it is, but I can't stand feet and the thought of having to touch another person's toe nails makes me queasy. Not to mention the Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1131685647840514172005-11-11T13:07:00.000-05:002005-11-11T00:19:04.576-05:00Yeah-Yeah (that's all one of my students says and it's really cute)So perhaps I was throwing myself a bit of a pity party this past week. Life is good. I don't know what all of the worry was about. This could be the alcohol talking, but I'm pretty sure I mean this. My birthday was amazing. Even though I had to work until 9pm, there was still a large crowd that went out after to celebrate. Mama D Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1131509842253926502005-11-09T00:17:00.000-05:002005-11-08T23:17:22.263-05:00Another yearTomorrow is my birthday and it's amazing how anti-climatic turning 23 can be. Is there any special perk about being 23? I've got nothing. It's almost 25, which is mid-twenties and who wants to be in their mid-twenties? I was going to recap the last year as a sort of farwell to 22, but now that I'm typing I'm really not in the mood. Maybe tomorrow when 22 is offically gone...Stay Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1131309344870273852005-11-06T15:35:00.000-05:002005-11-06T15:35:44.883-05:00So much to say.So I haven't written in this thing since my vacation and there's a very good reason for that which part of my wants to share and the other part wants to keep it my little secret. But, I just got done reading the latest posts on PostSecret and I'm in a sharing kind of mood. So, here it goes...I don't think I want to live in Boston for 3 years. I don't think I can do it. I Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1128653457169782602005-10-06T23:50:00.000-04:002005-10-06T22:50:57.176-04:00It's just a little crush.So, I think I have a crush. We are talking 5th grade school girl crush where I may or may not blush whenever I see him. There's only one little problem...I don't know his name. Let me back up a little. During training I was introduced to a guy who would come into the cluster and then the teacher I would be observing would say, "It's time to go to Shiver." I thought Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1128269879944603962005-10-02T13:17:00.000-04:002005-10-02T12:17:59.950-04:00The countdown begins.One week from today at this very moment I will be home, or at least in the car with my family driving home. Usually I'm not one that really likes to go home all that much, but I think not seeing ANYONE from home in over 2 months would make anyone want to get in touch with their roots. It is very nice timing because my mom, brother and Therese all have Columbus Day off, so Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1127877019134012312005-09-28T00:10:00.000-04:002005-09-27T23:10:19.140-04:00I heart Jon Stewart. While I usually find plenty of humor in watching the Daily Show, tonight was extra special. Jon Stewart just showed footage of these guys at an anti-war rally in Washington with a sign saying somthing to the effect of "Central Illinois is Anti-War." He then made a spectacular joke about Central Illinois...more specifically, Effingham, IL. Nice, Mr. Stewart, nice.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1127875641743292902005-09-27T23:47:00.000-04:002005-09-27T22:47:21.750-04:00It's a good thing. For about the past week I've been in a really great mood. I think that I'm finally getting adjusted to my "new life." Work is going quite well; the three day weekend was a huge boost in my morale. I'm also really enjoying this lovely weather. This morning I stepped out the door to walk to my 8am class and thought, "This is the perfect day." Today's high was probably about Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1127706290185744432005-09-26T00:44:00.000-04:002005-09-25T23:44:50.190-04:00Miss Independent.Yesterday I had the day off and decided it would be the perfect day to explore Boston on my own. I've been to the city several times with people, but I've never gone on my own. When I moved here I had this picture in my head of me venturing into the city and looking like I belonged. I didn't want it to seem like I was simply one of the million tourists that roam around the Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1127357741379411272005-09-21T23:55:00.000-04:002005-09-21T22:55:41.386-04:00Highs and LowsI feel like my job is making me bi-polar. There are some days when I ask myself hourly, "What have I gotten myself into?" (yesterday) and then there are other days that I have no doubt in my mind that I'm doing the right thing (today). Today was a awesome day. I successfully de-escalated a kid and got him back on track before any huge behavior issues arose. Tonight was also my Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1127099762927236752005-09-19T00:15:00.000-04:002005-09-18T23:16:02.933-04:00A refelction on hatsDo you remember in grade school when you would have some special week (DARE Week or Red Ribbon Week) and there would be a different themed day for every day you were at school? Do you remember how awesome that was? Pajama day, twin day, school spirit day and of course, hat day. It was the one day that you could break a rule at school and get away with it. Some people wouldAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1126666120228270462005-09-13T23:48:00.000-04:002005-09-13T22:48:40.233-04:00Generic UpdateI feel as though it's time for just a general update so that if I want to look back on my life in 10 years I will know exactly what I was doing in September 2005.Work is well under way. During training I heard horror story after horror story about the different behaviors one will encounter working with children with autism. So far I have witnessed very few of them. Working on a Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1126493811417103392005-09-11T23:56:00.000-04:002005-09-11T22:56:51.423-04:00You never know who you will meetComing home from the beach today on the commuter rail a man sitting across the aisle from us asks me where I'm from. I respond politely and we are quickly engaged in a pleasant enough conversation about the Midwest. Then, somewhere in the middle of it all things turned sour. The man went off on several tangents, one of which was about how 50% of people in the Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1126231987786020732005-09-08T23:12:00.000-04:002005-09-08T22:13:07.793-04:00Possible OversharingI'm not really sure what I did yesterday, but today I woke up and could hardly sit without it hurting. It's definitely tailbone pain. You know that horrible pain you feel the day after sleding when it hurts to sit on anything but a pillow? Yeah, that's how I feel right now. I think I have an idea as to what happened. Yesterday at work we had to learn some protective holdsAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1126145337245879102005-09-07T23:08:00.000-04:002005-09-07T22:14:36.500-04:00(I can't think of a good title)I like my job because there's always something new and I never know what's going to happen next. For example, last night around med time Billy* (names have been changed to protect the privacy of the wonderful gentlemen (students) on my team) decided it would be a nice time to have a tantrum. I didn't witness the beginnings of said tantrum, but I was called down fromAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1125623499664079892005-09-01T22:11:00.000-04:002005-09-01T21:11:39.670-04:00Overwhelmed.I was trying to think of what I wanted to say about all that is going on in the world right now and really just one word came to mind. Maybe more to come later.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1125460299184829602005-08-31T00:52:00.000-04:002005-08-30T23:54:39.283-04:00The great and powerful...blog?Sometimes I wonder if my blog isn't just a means of communication between myself and whomever is controlling my life. If you managed to read my last post than you would know that I was a little down in the dumps about life in general. Well today, during my 4-9 shift I discovered that my co-workers are actually social. After work 4 of us went to the pub down the Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1125249349961504062005-08-28T14:16:00.000-04:002005-08-28T13:15:49.966-04:00As good as it gets?(I can't remember if I've already written about this or if it's just a reoccurring thought that I've had and I just now decided to post about it.)I've been having this fear lately that I'm going to look back on my life and discover that my Mizzou years were the best years of my life and that nothing is ever going to compare. This thought is really frightening to me because I'm Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1124846306596994962005-08-23T22:21:00.000-04:002005-08-23T21:21:06.306-04:00Tuesday is "Call Abby Day"I came home from work in a horrible mood. (This is very rare, but I managed to yell at some lady in HR at NECC and then I also made a really rude comment to my roommate...very unusual considering my personality.) So, I was fired up and decided to retreat to my room and chill out. I get to my room and good old Brittany B. called and managed to put me in a good mood Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1124155524917732692005-08-15T22:25:00.000-04:002005-08-15T21:25:24.923-04:00The Weekend UpdateOne word for the weekend, fab-u-lous! (well, almost). One of my roommates and I met up with Coulter and Ekey in Boston on Friday night. We drank and were merry...good times. We made it back to my casa for the night and then were up the next day to do it all over again. Saturday we went back to the city and then ended up going on the Sam Adams brewery tour. The tour itself Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1123625233066054182005-08-09T19:06:00.000-04:002005-08-09T18:07:13.073-04:00Oh my goodnessYou know the end of my last post where I said that this whole moving to Massachusetts thing wasn't really phasing me? Well it has definitely set in today. My mom left, so now I really am all on my own. Then, Danna called. It was wonderful to hear from her, but it made me really miss home and all of my friends and Mizzou and Zeta. So now, after another long day of running Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1123461311660873372005-08-07T20:34:00.000-04:002005-08-07T20:35:11.666-04:00Welcome to Massachusetts!After some very boring drives through northern Indiana and Ohio and ALL of New York state, I have finally arrived. Things have gone very smoothly; the Jetta made it safe and sound, my mom and I haven’t even come close to killing each other and I already saw my new house. We went for a drive after dinner this evening to just get a look at the place and my new roommate’s Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1123042453026606142005-08-03T00:12:00.000-04:002005-08-03T00:14:13.030-04:00Reasons why moving to Massachusetts is going to be okay.1. I finally got my housing assignment, so I don’t have to build a fort anymore.2. I’m living in a house and not a huge apartment complex…hip hip hooray!3. My house is within walking distance to the school that I will be working at.4. I live on Pleasant Street. How lovely is that?5. My temporary housing is only 2 houses away from my Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1122953791105268592005-08-01T23:25:00.000-04:002005-08-01T23:36:31.110-04:00T minus 4 days...Yes, yes, that's about all of the time that I have here in the Midwest. While it's still not completely all settling in, I will be traveling half way across the country with my mom and all of me belongings on Friday. I still don't know where I'm living or who I'm living with, but hopefully all of that will be resovled tomorrow. That seems to be the only bad news thus far. Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1120707694833492272005-07-06T23:41:00.000-04:002005-07-06T23:41:34.836-04:00My returnYeah, I’m back…don’t get too excitedLately I’ve been feeling like my job should be considered a form of birth control. Let me give you a little background. I’m a research intern and right now I’m reviewing the medical histories of children diagnosed with autism. These histories include everything, and I mean everything…like dating back to your mother’s father’s sister’s great cousin Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1119326223802321692005-06-20T23:56:00.000-04:002005-06-20T23:57:03.806-04:00An end in sight?I’ve been debating for a while about whether or not I want to quit blogging. I have a couple of reasons for this. First off, I never really want to make it too personal because I don’t want everyone in the world reading about my life and my innermost thoughts (although I rarely get that deep). Secondly, if I did want someone to know about what was going on in my life I would Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1118534769020118672005-06-11T20:05:00.000-04:002005-06-12T01:26:39.326-04:00*This was really 2 days ago, but I had a horrible internet connection, so I had to wait. Things are much more tolerable now.Road trip, Lynn styleToday we left San Francisco and drove up the California coast. Somehow this trek lasted 8 hours...here's how the day went.-My dad drove and every time we saw a lush hillside, blue water or a tall tree he would yell out, "Look at that beautiful country."-Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1116475474145303352005-05-19T00:04:00.000-04:002005-05-19T00:04:34.150-04:00A question...So I'm leaving for Boston tomorrow and then I'll be back in Springfield Saturday night. Since I'm home, I'll probably go to church with my dad on Sunday. Is it bad that the pants I brought to wear to church are the same pants that I was wearing when I wrestled in a kiddie pool of alcohol? It's just a thought that crossed my mind.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1116394416065711132005-05-18T01:37:00.000-04:002005-05-18T01:37:33.473-04:00Things I Love...not having to go to school, getting things done, shoe shopping, reading updates on people's blogs, my best friend, this time of year, my job, running on the katy trail, my new laptop, waking up early, going to the berg, being crafty, honey wheat pretzels and rasberry lemonade crystal light, flying, a clean apartment, driving in my car with the windows down, pictures, birthdays, Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1116304728832823772005-05-17T00:39:00.000-04:002005-05-17T00:38:48.840-04:00Done and done.It is true, I am an official college graduate. Suprisingly enough, it feels a whole lot like being a college student. I don't think that it will really set in until a) I have to leave Columbia or b) Fall rolls around and I don't have to go to school. Until then, I'm job searching...sort of. About a month ago I came across a job posting at the New England Center for Children. It Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1116037238104168682005-05-13T22:20:00.000-04:002005-05-14T16:17:55.993-04:00Memories...In the spirit of conformity and nostalgia I've decided to compile a list of my most memorable Mizzou moments. Most are crazy drunken nights, others are more sentimental, and some are just things that I would like to have on record so I can reminisce in 10 years about my college years. They are in not particular order, I hope you enjoy.-Crazy Christina: everything from the day she movedAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1115181204361563502005-05-04T00:32:00.000-04:002005-05-09T02:12:53.456-04:00Mixed Emotions...The question used to be, “What are you doing after you graduate?” Now the question is “How do you feel about graduating?” The honest answer is I have no idea. I don’t think that it has hit yet that in12 days I will have completed my undergraduate career and that in a little less than a month I may be packing up all of my things and leaving Columbia for good. So much has happened Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1114962596903088492005-05-01T11:48:00.000-04:002005-05-09T02:13:25.743-04:00I was reading my friend Jon's blog this morning and he had this posted. I thought I would share...Ode to the Nice GuysThis rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate JournalThis is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1113967344856389152005-04-19T23:22:00.000-04:002005-05-09T02:13:39.560-04:00I hate life right nowI've just had a horrible week and right now it seems like there's no end in sight. On Monday I found out that I was rejected from Teach for America and then I went to SteerCo dinner and found out the shit hit the fan with a couple of people, which in turn effects all of us. Then, today I thought that I would hear from ISU, but I didn't. I also went to work to find out there Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1113623630613732972005-04-15T23:53:00.000-04:002005-04-15T23:53:50.613-04:00To everyone…I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve been ignoring everyone lately due to my massive Greek Week commitment. Don’t worry though, I’m not just ignoring my friends; I’m also ignoring my schoolwork, slacking at my job, and my room should be declared a disaster area. After April 24th I will be able to hang out again, return everyone’s calls, and also manage to salvage my grades so that hopefullyAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1112678023055126572005-04-05T01:13:00.000-04:002005-04-05T01:13:43.056-04:00Playing the waiting game...For those of you who have dared to ask the "What are you doing next year?" question, I will have an answer for you in about 10 days. Within the next two weeks I will walk to the mailbox and find out what my future holds. I'm still waiting to hear from ISU to find out whether I got into the school psych program. I was told by the program director that my application Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1110950284266783032005-03-16T00:17:00.000-05:002005-03-16T00:18:04.270-05:00Still blogging on the MacI am still without my lovely desktop and since I don't blog in the labs on campus, this post is will be without any sort of formatting. It seems as though a lot has happened since my last post, so let me do the best I can to sum it all up. I feel another list coming on...it's just so much easier. 1. About a week ago I found out the my grandma's cancer is not only backAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1109827455153488552005-03-03T00:24:00.000-05:002005-03-03T00:24:15.153-05:00A belated update(I'm using an Apple and there are no formating buttons on the blogger screen, so I hope this looks okay)So yesterday was a day full of highs and a couple of lows. Due to my laziness, but need to update, I'm giving you the summary in list format. Enjoy!1. I got an "A" on a quiz in Evolution and I had only been to one class since the last quiz two weeks ago. 2. I found out thatAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1108884232656422182005-02-20T02:10:00.000-05:002005-02-20T02:23:52.656-05:00I saw Uncle Joey!Tonight we were sitting around playing the weekly, "What are we going to do tonight?" game. I've known for quite some time that Dave Coulier was going to be at the Vu this weekend and I've been secretly wanting to see him all week long. I brought up the idea and Dana and Lori were up for it and so we went. Overall it was a fairly good comedy show. The highlight would be whenAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1108445834044796142005-02-15T00:36:00.000-05:002005-02-15T00:37:14.046-05:00It really was a happy day!I HATE Valentine's Day. Mostly because I haven't had a Valentine since who knows when and so I think it sucks that we have a whole day to celebrate everyone else being "in love." Blah! So, since this is my attutide about Feb. 14th, I wasn't really expecting to have a wonderful day. Turns out, it was one of the best I've had in a while. It started off great because IAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1107755420966353662005-02-07T00:49:00.000-05:002005-02-07T00:53:41.670-05:00What's wrong with me?
About 2 weeks ago I noticed that my jaw was hurting. I thought that for some reason it may have been related to the cold that I had. Well, 2 weeks later and it's gotten worse. It's getting to the point where I wake up in the middle of the night with it throbing and I really can't eat any hard, crunchy or tough foods because I have shooting pains coming from the right side ofAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1107678903699890182005-02-06T03:34:00.000-05:002005-02-06T03:35:03.700-05:00Wow, I'd thought I'd seen it all...
Tonight Coulter and his roommates had a party. My friends and I showed up around 11 and literally tripled the party. About an hour later the people upstairs who were also having a party decided to combine parties and so the total amount of people increased dramatically. After a while of "large, crazy party," this stripper appeared and started dancing with Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1107499723870209032005-02-04T01:48:00.000-05:002005-02-04T01:48:43.870-05:00Just a little update
So nothing really wonderful and exciting has really happened to me since classes started, but I was starting to feel like I was neglecting my blog, so here's a very uneventful update in list format. I hope you enjoy.
1. Greek Week SteerCo is well underway. We have planned some lovely service activities for the week of Greeks. I would love to tell you, but I've been swornAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1106025852524806752005-01-18T00:22:00.000-05:002005-01-18T00:24:12.523-05:00Another first
I met up with Andrea and friends at Big 12 Saturday night and we started talking to one of the guys we lived with in the dorms freshmen year, along with several of his friends. After the drink specials stopped at 12:00, the guys decided that they wanted to wonder over to another bar downtown and asked if Andrea and I would like to join them. We said yes, mainly because they Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1105505954009352062005-01-11T23:59:00.000-05:002005-01-11T23:59:14.010-05:00"Your mailbox has exceeded its limit"
I dread this message. For some reason I really like hanging onto all of the e-mails that I receive. I feel like they each (besides all the junk mail) have some importance since someone, somewhere took the time to send me a message. I have problems deleting messages from my mom and dad because when I'm here at school e-mail is our primary means of Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1102665030805458262004-12-10T02:53:00.000-05:002004-12-10T02:52:07.716-05:00"Welcome to my DRUNK world..."
What a crazy night it has been. Instead of drunk dialing you poor unfortunate souls, I've decided to post drunk. Tonight we had a SteerCo "social" (aka...get drunk). We started off the night with a white elephant gift exchange. I ended up with the best present EVER...I got the DVD "Rudy," which happens to be one of my all-time favortie movies. After the gift Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1102400578050399312004-12-07T01:24:00.000-05:002004-12-07T01:22:58.050-05:00I may fail on purpose
Right now I envy all of those people who aren't graduating in May and who get to stick around here for one more semester, if not more. At the end of this week, after I take 3 tests, turn in 3 papers and perform a 7-10 minute skit in French, I have to take the Psych GRE on Saturday and then the General GRE next Monday. Ideally I would have liked to prepare for these tests Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1102224948124879202004-12-05T00:39:00.000-05:002004-12-05T00:38:32.526-05:00This just got more interesting
Tonight it was brought to my attention that the button at the top of the screen that says, "next blog," allows you to move on and read someone else's blog. I've noticed the list of about 10 blogs that always appear on the main page of Blogger when you go to the homepage, but I've always wondered how you read other, random blogs. I think that it's extremely Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1102065525535544492004-12-03T04:18:00.000-05:002004-12-03T10:36:42.070-05:00Why do we try so hard?
I've had this conversation with several people in the last couple of days and I can't get it out of my head, so I thought that I would share it with you all (and by you all, I mean all five of you that read this thing, but here goes anyway...).
Question #1- Why do we try so hard to get some people to like us?
Question #2- Why does it bother us so much when we think others Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1101445045461951902004-11-25T23:55:00.000-05:002004-11-25T23:57:25.463-05:00I hate my life.
I just typed a long, some what personal post about my holidays and now it's gone. Blogger, you have won again!
Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1100754139146314742004-11-18T00:02:00.000-05:002004-11-18T00:02:19.146-05:00I hope you enjoy!
For my birthday, I got a digital camera from my dad. I created a little photo post to go along with my Thanksgiving Dinner entry...I hope you enjoy.
Last Saturday we invited over all of our friends for a lovely Thanksgiving feast. The original plan was that we were going to cook a turkey and then everyone else would bring the side dishes. Well we waited until the night before Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1100753665896891112004-11-17T23:54:00.000-05:002004-11-17T23:54:25.896-05:00Yummy! Aren't we all good cooks? Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1100753593047505162004-11-17T23:53:00.000-05:002004-11-17T23:53:13.046-05:00All of the girls at the Thanksgiving dinner (waiting on the guys who were, as usual, late) Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1100753499428739692004-11-17T23:51:00.000-05:002004-11-17T23:51:39.426-05:00Danna, Kimberly, Lori, Elizabeth and Ashley preparing for the Thanksgiving dinner. Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1100068730137501902004-11-10T02:33:00.000-05:002004-11-10T01:38:50.136-05:00Highlights of the birthday celebration
1. Coming home to find my room decorated with penis-looking balloons, condoms, streamers, a "happy birthday balloon" and a "happy birthday" sign.
2. Having 2 of of my 3 classes cancelled.
3. The entire house singing "Happy Birthday" to me (twice).
4. A button that lights up and says "Today's my Birthday."
5. Happy Hour at the Berg.
6. Presents from my Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1099892767331467812004-11-08T00:47:00.000-05:002004-11-08T00:46:07.333-05:00I did not like it one bit
Today for three hours I sat in a room in Arts and Sciences with 6 other people and helped decide the future of Zeta. While that sounds like a prestigious job, looking back it felt more a huge gossip meeting with a ton of judging. When I agreed to do this about a month ago, I didn't consider the negative aspects of it. I was excited about interviewing people to find out Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1099634273943591532004-11-05T00:58:00.000-05:002004-11-05T00:57:53.943-05:00So much to say
About 3 weeks ago I named this week "the week of hell." I discovered that I had an insane amount of tests and papers, I had over committed myself at the house and I had to develop a SteerCo presentation on a theme, complete with logo and lots of creativity. Plus, two of my friends had birthdays and Tuesday was election night. Now it's Thursday night, my room is a disaster, I slept Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1099430512640087142004-11-02T16:16:00.000-05:002004-11-02T16:21:52.640-05:00A day to either celebrate or move to Canada
I just got back from voting for the first time EVER. I don't know why I hadn't exercised my right to vote until today, but now I have an incredible feeling of satisfaction knowing that I did my part to determine the future of this country. Now, I just have to sit around and wait like the rest of the country to find out whether or not I need to drown my Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1098247691109253412004-10-20T00:49:00.000-04:002004-10-20T00:48:11.110-04:00Blah...
The past two times I've signed onto Blogger I've started writing a post and then just deleted it because I wasn't happy with it. I've been busy doing things, but I just feel like I want my blog to be more than just me commenting on what I did for the day. I know you all really don't care that I have 3 tests this week. In a year when I look back on this, I won't care that I had 3 tests Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1097728783933436582004-10-14T00:37:00.000-04:002004-10-14T00:39:43.933-04:00What was I thinking?
On Monday I was nominated and agreed to be on the slating committee for ZTA. This basically consists of a member from each class, the president and one of our advisors. While I'm excited that I get a say in the future leadership of Zeta, I think that I've also just screwed myself royally. The week that most of the slating stuff takes place is that same week that I have a 10 Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1097467462935289002004-10-11T00:03:00.000-04:002004-10-11T00:04:22.936-04:00"Most friendships, if they end at all, end not by earthquake, but by erosion. Your time together, which you used to take for granted, becomes something you need to schedule. Slowly you're aware that the easy intimacy you shared got lost somewhere. You talk more and more about the past."
I was reading something online and came across the above quote. It makes me sad, mostly because it's so true.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1097449161677618912004-10-10T18:23:00.000-04:002004-10-10T19:00:59.656-04:00Happy Birthday Chris!!
My little brother isn't really so little anymore. Today is his 17th birthday. This is really cheesy, but I'm really proud of him and the person that he is becoming. Since I've been at school I feel like I've missed out on a lot of his life, but every time I talk to him he continues to amaze me. He really is a cool kid.
I just don't know...
There was nothing wrong with lastAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1097299055686302392004-10-09T02:08:00.000-04:002004-10-09T01:18:31.860-04:00Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy...
What a horrible song...but it does sort of describe my state of being right now and so I thought that it was a catchy title. Tonight was the ZTA Fall party...my last, seeing that I am a senior and all. Fortunately it was a fun Zeta event. Most are not all that enjoyable, but this one proved to be fairly fun. This may be due to the fact that I got a bit drunkAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1097212042971718082004-10-08T00:46:00.000-04:002004-10-08T01:09:40.710-04:00What a week
So I feel like I've been running around all week and tonight I finally got to sit down and breathe. I can't really put my finger on exactly why I was so busy, I think it was basically a combination of a lot of things. Pomping hours, tests, quizzes, problem sets, work...the list goes on and on. Tomorrow I register for my last semester of classes as an undergrad. I will be doing it withAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1096814925967695552004-10-03T10:48:00.000-04:002004-10-03T10:48:45.966-04:00Old Chicago...more like Slow Chicago
Yesterday evening, after the Mizzou/Colorado game my friends and I decided to go out to eat at Old Chicago. We realized it was a game day and so we would probably have to wait a bit before we really got to eat. When we got to the restaurant they said it was going to be a 30-45 minute wait. We waited, and waited, and waited some more and and hour and a half Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1096605083087275772004-10-01T00:31:00.000-04:002004-10-01T00:31:23.086-04:00Call it a success
So the "date" last night proved to be much more successful than I imagined it would be. I must admit I was a bit nervous, mostly because I didn't really know him that well. This turned out to be a plus. We had plenty to talk about and we actually have a lot more in common than I originally thought. I was dreading strange pauses in the conversation that you just don't know what Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1096343740971206052004-09-27T23:55:00.000-04:002004-09-27T23:55:40.970-04:00Time Management 101
I just finished watching 2 episodes of the Real World that I know I've already seen at least 2 times before. What a waste of time! I do only have one test to study for this week, but that doesn't mean that I can't crack open a book, or work on a Stat problem set that is due next Wednesday. Since I've moved into this apartment, I've been so happy that we have cable, but now I'mAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1096261327648366822004-09-27T00:53:00.000-04:002004-09-27T01:05:54.106-04:00A good night story
If you will look back a few posts, you will note that I mentioned the possibility of one of my friends setting me up with someone. Well folks, it's actually happening. My friend called me last week to tell me that his friend called and asked for my number. I've been waiting for a phone call ever since and tonight was the night. He called, we chatted, and we are going out to eatAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1095739527717208612004-09-21T00:11:00.000-04:002004-09-21T00:10:22.843-04:00Watch out
Tonight I went to the library to do a little homework and also to check out an article that one of my professors had on reserve. I've never had to go through getting something from reserve before because normally I can access it from Eres. Anyway, I go up to what I thought was the reserve desk and I ask politely, "Where can I get an article that's on reserve?" The chick at the desk Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1095656947173844412004-09-20T01:09:00.000-04:002004-09-20T01:09:07.173-04:00Holy Cow!
I just checked my e-mail and one of my friends from high school is engaged. That's nuts. I know that we all are about to graduate and move into the "real world," but right now I cannot imagine getting married. Don't get me wrong though, I'm very happy for her and wish her the best of luck. Hopefully this announcement will bring in a string of e-mails from my other friends from high Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1095309023794654902004-09-16T00:31:00.000-04:002004-09-16T00:30:23.793-04:00Life sucks
I thought that I would try and make an effort to not get behind with school stuff this semester and I have already failed. This week has been hell and next week isn't looking much better. There's just so much work and so little time. With 2 tests, 2 quizzes and a paper due next week, my stress level is rising rapidly. I did start filling out the Teach for America application online Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1095052358360621202004-09-13T01:14:00.000-04:002004-09-13T01:13:56.473-04:00Weekend Recap
1. We had a successful "gathering" at our apartment Friday night. It was just the right amount of people and no one incredibly obnoxious. I proved to be a phenomenal bartender and concocted some fabulous margaritas for myself and the roomies. I also made it to bed at a decent hour so that I would be rested for #2 on the weekend recap.
2. I went Gonzo?? I don't know the exact Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1094760004970842812004-09-09T16:00:00.000-04:002004-09-09T16:00:04.970-04:00It's not meant to be
I have been trying to see Garden State for about a week now and on three different occasions I have failed. Last Thursday was my first attempt, but the Berg was calling my name, so instead I opted for Killians Irish Red. Plus, due to Bush's speech we were running late and probably wouldn't have made it in time anyway. The second time was with my brother, last Friday. We made Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1094533255465626682004-09-07T02:04:00.000-04:002004-09-07T01:03:22.673-04:00Just a few things...
I don't really have anything that I can devote a whole post to, so here's a small list of what's going on.
1. I went home this weekend and, as always, the topic of conversation was "what am I going to do after I graduate?" Therese and I talked about this for a little bit and she threw out the idea that we should start a center for kids with autism. While I think she was Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1094010733661057722004-08-31T23:52:00.000-04:002004-08-31T23:52:13.660-04:00The best a girl could ask for
I don't think that I have informed you of the wonderfulness of my two roommates. They are the best. We are quite the cute, happy little family. This past Saturday we cleaned together and then went shopping for decorations for the place. Lori took Danna and me out to eat because we bought the majority of the accessories. Tonight we decided to have a small study Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1093926142901256632004-08-31T00:22:00.000-04:002004-08-31T00:22:22.900-04:00It's back
My cough from the summer that only sort of went away is back in full force. This time it's back on top of a cold. I went to the doctor about my chronic cough and I was told "it's allergies." I did all that I could do to stop myself from laughing out loud. If two other doctors told me I had bronchitis in the summer, what makes her think the same exact cough now is just allergies. Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1093490550164001722004-08-25T23:21:00.000-04:002004-08-30T00:46:51.810-04:00Identity crisis?
Over the past couple of weeks, as I have been re-meeting all of my friends from years past, I've found myself acting very differently around different groups people. I seem to sort of mold my personality around the group of people that I'm with. Now, I don't think that this is too abnormal because I believe everyone does this to a certain extent. We are all a little too polite Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829228.post-1093156037194143072004-08-22T02:26:00.000-04:002004-08-22T02:27:17.196-04:00This one's a quickie
Recruitment is over and I just had an amazing night with an awesome group of people. I'm not just saying that because I'm slightly intoxicated, I really mean it. I'm so glad that I joined a sorority...I don't care what other people say, I think they are a great way to make college a truly memorable experience. I don't feel like I would have made and maintained the same typesAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07599826829242517461noreply@blogger.com0