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Name: abbie
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Houston
Birthday: 5/18/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: writing, singing, music, conor oberst, photography, boys, football{soccer to you american losers}, cinema, and chocolate chip cookies
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
AIM:  pantlockloser
Member Since:
1/19/2005
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| so i figured that if i didn't update soon that Xanga would send me a note that said, "you haven't posted in forever, we're deleting your account because you suck at life."
so, yeah, we're updating now.
hmm, summer. damn, it's almost over.
i'm excited for school because newspaper is going to kick ass this year, we have so an amazing staff. yesss. and i'm actually excited about APUSH. hehe, i know, i'm psycho.
but i'm really dreading physics, Anatomy, and having to deal with all the retards at Klein. *sigh* actually, that's not true. i'm really looking forward to seeing soem people again. Like Anne and Iris, who I never get to see and hopefully Charlie and I can rock it our poetry club style again this year.
hopefully i'll be in classes with people i know. *crosses fingers*
did anyone else know that Schlup left? yeah, he' at Montgomery High School now. Which is really bad news for newspaper, but hopefully it will all work out.
okay, done whining. off to watch a movie.
pre-school hugsandandkisses | | |
| doo dee dooo dee doo! why the hell am i up this early?!!? because I drank a monster before i went to sleep last night. heh, i'm so smart. i just had a full throttle, so hopefully i can make it through the day. hopefully.
and then i'm supposed to hang out with ali tonight since she's coming home. hopefully i won't be exhausted. hopefully.
hmm, so i'm driving myself to work. this is a big deal for me. all of you are going, aww, ickle abbie, she's just driving. yes, i know. *sigh* me and my fucking hawt soccer mom van. heh. hopefully i'll learn to drive the truck soon. hopefully.
okay, well, i have to go get all my shit together. hopefully i wont forget anything. or crash into anyone. hopefully.
<3
p.s. i have discovered that energy drinks give my the hiccuophs. hopefully this is not a bad sign/omen. hopefully. | | |
| omg, i think last night will be burned into my memory for forever.
Bright Eyes= <33333333333!
Conor. omg. Conor. wow.
He wasn't drunk, which is good. many of the people in the crowd were, but that's okay.
The first band was kinda weird, but that's okay. omg The Faint is so good. Like, i had no clue, but i was going so crazy during them. I hardcore moshed for the first time and like by the end of their set i was covered in my sweat other peoples sweat water and beer. but i was having such a kick ass time, so it's okay.
and then bright eyes. oh man. bright eyes. my camera died really really early, cuz it sucks. but that's okay. just being there was enough. he played lover i don't have to love. i was like, my life is now content. {for the moment, hehe}
i'm so exhausted and just like physically drained, but it was so amazing and wonderful. *dies*
i love my life. | | |
| mmmm, california is dreamy. 
my cousin is so cute, she lost her second front tooth in a strawberry today, and now has something of a lisp.
i love this little town. today i walked into the main part of the city, got a cup of coffee, and sat in the square writing while listening to the guitars play.
it's a bit chilly in the shade, the wind pulling at your hair, but stand in the sun and bask in its warmth as the wind carresses your cheek.
this is how summer is supposed to be.
hugs and kisses with lots of lessthanthree | | |
| i am officially licensed to kill. and to drive. bwahahahahaha.
french final tomorrow. I like so don't even care anymore. but I have to because I slacked off fifth six weeks and i must pull a B in that class. I'm so glad I'm not doing French next year. I really don't give it the time it deserves.
what is wrong with boys? do they not realize that what they do and what they say hurts? how are they so oblivious? (end drama queen moment)
I didn't tell him. Why did I not tell him? I don't know. oh well. summer is upon us. Doesn't matter now.
I want a real boy who realizes what he does and who knows what's wrong and admits it when it's his fault. and when i find this boy he will most likely be gay. great. *head desk*
California Thursday. just keep repeating that. | | |
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