tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40484762011-04-21T12:20:33.722-07:00welcome to the old apartmentAbigailnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1135468701398450672005-12-24T15:57:00.000-08:002005-12-24T15:59:41.146-08:00

How is the neighbour downstairs?How is her temper this year?I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for funI know we don't live here anymoreWe bought an old house on the DanforthShe loves me and her body keeps me warmI'm happy hereBut this is where we used to liveWE'RE MOVING. Head on over to www.abigailmschilling.com/blog/. STAT. Update your links. Call home because I tried to teach

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The little hand soap in our kitchen? There is a GIANT refill tub under the sink. I was wondering how it lasted so long. I wonder who refills it. I really know amazing people. When I disappear for eight (8) hours I get all these missed calls and text messages and "Where the HELL are you?" And then when I finally go home there are two women standing at the door saying "Where the HELL were you? WHAT

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This blog post is for my mother who keeps complaining that she "doesn't get" my blog. Today was the day to get my eyebrows waxed again. You might remember previous experiences in this department and the dissatisfaction I had with the whole affair. Well, some things never change. It's only been eight weeks since I was waxed. That is only two more than the recommended amount and I would have gone

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She said you’d found someoneAnd I thought of all the bad luck,And the struggles we went throughAnd how I lost me and you lost youWhat are these voices outside love’s open doorMake us throw off our contentmentAnd beg for something more?It’s not even my Break Up Mix. I wasn’t even listening to it because of a break up. I was listening to it for the music. I mean, Jewel, “hearts are broken everyday.

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Wedding plans. Secret dates. Cake. Of course, she only wants to hang out with us because "there's nothing else to do." Or at least that's what we joked. In reality, we're all too busy. Too busy planning weddings or secret dates or flirting because flirting is better than wallowing. But when there's cake, there's cake. "I'm going to follow you, friend."I'll follow you until it all stops. Even if

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1134982421311157532005-12-19T00:53:00.000-08:002005-12-19T00:53:41.330-08:00

"It was good to see you."I bristled at his words. They were stock. Standard. Running into old acquaintances is awkward. Running into him is ... impossible. I shook my head several times trying to clear it away. The glance, the quick decision to dash and then getting stopped before I could. I was never going to dash. That was never the plan when I rehearsed the situation every night just in case.

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Only $15 each! (The hats, not the people. Contact me to negotiate pricing for the latter.)The search for shoes ends successfully. (Although I would like similar shoes in brown still.)The man in action. Happiest Place on EarthSome people get really excited about decorating for Christmas. Us? We get excited about sitting in a car and calling it entertainment. She's cleaning the carpet. Also, she

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1134719301307964852005-12-15T23:48:00.000-08:002005-12-15T23:48:21.316-08:00

I know it's been a while since we talked. Specifically that Christmas when you got my brother presents but none for me because I was too old. Anyway, I'm excited for your visit this year because we have a fireplace now. Before my dad used to say you would come through the screen door or the doggie door but I always felt like we were getting the short end of the peppermint stick.I'm writing you to

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1134622508626914002005-12-14T20:54:00.000-08:002005-12-14T21:02:13.296-08:00

Matt left today. We're all heartbroken except for Emily who also ditched us and left with him. This guy seriously deserves a tribute. How many guys will go into a house with 8 girls and live amongst them? Also, he's a freakin' genius. He got an IT job in Los Angeles that will pay for him to fly down once a month for work. That means he gets to visit us.Without further ado...Why I Miss MattHe

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I was supposed to do important things today. Instead I didn't.I'm not making a list of what I did do. It's too embarrassing. Something less embarrassing:A Photo From the Archives"Ray? Ray Brown? I forbid it."

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One of the main reasons I love living off campus is so that I can say things like, "When I lived in the dorms ..." I would, of course, follow that sentence will all my crazy escapades. Escapades like moving benches IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, stalking people I didn't know, copying every CD in the dorm onto my computer, and reading, all the reading. In about four and a half days I will no longer

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1134348071906037632005-12-11T16:40:00.000-08:002005-12-11T16:41:11.920-08:00

I hate shoe shopping. This has absolutely nothing to do with hating shoes. I don't mind shoes. I think they are an important part of every ensemble and a fun way to add a unique twist or to tie in a scarf or belt. (Also, I am making all of this up.)The problem with shoe shopping is that stores think it's funny to not carry shoes in my size. I used to go to those fancy stores where they would get

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1134278730436471032005-12-10T21:18:00.000-08:002005-12-10T23:47:38.780-08:00

Carolyn Kaczynski. And the reindeer? Definitely our neighbors (and by neighbors I mean we pass there house everyday, not we're friends with them).I colored this sign. (Heather helped.) The Boyfriend is back. Tomorrow he is taking our portraits ANTM style.A briefly unmanned Krispy Kreme truck that I did not hijack. I also did not steal any donuts. I didn't even flirt with the driver to try to get

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1134207774230301032005-12-09T23:37:00.000-08:002005-12-10T01:42:54.243-08:00

Seven Things To Do Before I Die.Sell my crap. Seriously, it would be great to only have my laptop and the clothes on my back. Well, maybe more clothes than that. I like clothes. But the rest of the stuff? All the stuff? Please make it go away.Speak several languages. People will call be a linguist. Be independently wealthy. Win a Pulitzer for being investigatory.Found out whose freaking donuts

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I used to think it would be crazy to stay here in this no name Los Angeles suburb. People would tell me I had potential and that I absolutely must use it. Use it to forward whatever cause they were passionate about at the moment because I had that kind of potential. ***"I like to think I could stay here for at least another couple years," she said.A couple years seemed so long. I mean she had

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Remember last semester when you were choosing the last classes you were going to take in college ever and you remembered you had to take one more PE class?Uh huh.Remember when you thought that you were tired of softball and bowling and all the other sports you were bad at?Uh huh.Remember when you thought that I would be a good idea then to take "Health and Wellness" because it didn't involve any

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It's embarrassing. I know. I just can't keep in it any longer. I know she is totally white trash and my time is way more valuable than reading about her but I CAN'T HELP IT.I am having a really hard time even writing this blog post because writing is NOT reading about Britney. First of all, here are some direct quotes from her and K-Fed's dating show: During her quest, Britney hits the stage of a

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Hello.I haven't sleeped. I figured, you know, this is my last semester, I have two days left, I MIGHT AS WELL DO ALL THE FINAL WORK IN THE LAST TWO DAYS.As usual, I'm brilliant. I've done all sorts of tricks to fool myself into thinking that I actually slept. I took a shower in the middle of the night, switched between reading laying down and reading sitting straight up, checked my email

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And here's your best shot:The investigatory Mona Lisa:First fireplace of the season (and yes that is a computer in the foreground. It's everywhere):Family Portrait:O'Hare International Airport:Happy Hanukkah:His name is Dragon:

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I have brown hair. This will come as bad news to my mother who has told people for the entirety of my life that my hair is, "strawberry blonde." This also comes as bad news to those people who tell blonde jokes because people, I'm not your average brunette, I mean I have a strong personality (P.S. I LOVE blonde jokes). The shampoo makers, on the other hand, are really excited about my hair color.

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Sometimes, at the workplace, I have a lot of time to think.Too much time to think, really.Things I think about while I'm at work:1. Who is my reader in Tuscany? Is he single? 2. Tyra's judging is a little tricky. I mean, did she really make the right call on America's Next Top Model? Because sometimes, I hate to say it, but she is rather inconsistent.3. People are dumb. They make my job sad.4.

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We used the heater for the first time last night. It had gotten to the point where even with a comforter, a down, and a quilt I was still waking up in the middle of the night from the cold. And in the morn, when it was still dark outside it is so hard to climb out of bed and light the candlestick. I go out to the barn to milk to cows and we all look around blinkingly. Oh, wait, that's not me. Me?

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At my small private junior high I learned judgement. With only 10 girls in my class and 20 cootie- (and fuzzstache-) ridden boys, us girls had to stick together. Of course sticking together means making fun of everyone else. The older we got the more we learned that tearing each other apart gave the greatest esteem but in the early days we targeted our teachers. In the same way that contestants

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The partners in crime before departure. There are about a hundred other pictures exactly like this (never give Sally the digital camera). The view from our totally cheap and totally sketchy parking structure. It was half as much as the structure across the street and besides, they wouldn't steal my car anyway. There's too much dog hair in it. Anna is holding the city inside her hat. Yeah, I don't

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A little bittle of holiday cheer is all you're going to get from me so lap it up fast. Also, there is now a secret Christmas present hidden on the site. Wooo.

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This hot piece of meat drove past us, Heather. I tried to get his number for you but he couldn't hear over the roar of the motor. Your loss.Pretty much the highlight of my week. (In case you can't tell, that's a CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN.)This is my old car. That is snow on it. That is also snow falling. Oh, Chicago.Portrait of an old lady. I mean old cat. Isn't she cute? (The whiskers coming out of her

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by Anna KueckGuest BloggerThanksgiving has turned into something ironic, a break from everything I am supposed to be thankful for. You know all those great opportunities? All that great stuff you learn and post-graduate things you have to be excited for. I suddenly discovered I have been working tediously to discover only what I don't want to do, and to fail at my one strength. And so I had that

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I'll admit that I'm a fan of Hilary Duff. I have been known to play "So Yesterday" at high decimals (you can hear the background vocals better that way) and I own "A Cinderella Story." I even feel the need to defend her occasionally on Fug. This is why I was avoiding seeing "The Perfect Man." But when it's free Hil and passes the time on a flight, I can't say no. I wish I had.Breasts were

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"So there's that.""Just to clarify, you're telling me ... " I confirmed the worst. I remained silent, not sure what to say at that point. He waited. I sighed.We got out of the car."This is the part where you're supposed to yell and hit me.""I'm passive aggressive!" I joked. "I yell and hit, I just don't yell and hit you, I yell and hit about you.""I know," he responded. "I'm giving you the

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There are days like the ones I've had recently where sleep blurs into class blurs into work blurs into the nothingness that everything important falls into. There is the suffocation feeling of capture which is only good for poetry and sentences that end with prepositions. "How do you keep it under control?" she asked three weeks ago. I watch for the signs, I see the smoke signals even through all

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I like sauce (and Elmo?)eyes on the roada low-quality picture of a high-quality theatreTrue Potter fansChristmas in the OCPop quiz: are we going up or down?Kelly Mumaw, so hot right now

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"People change inside the maze.Be careful not to lose yourself.""Some game, huh?""Some game."My whole life people have always been surprised at my low stress level."You seem so calm for being so busy.""Man, if I was doing as much as you, I'd be crazy."I always responded with "you gotta do what you gotta do" and the like. My busyness has never been a stressor for me. Sure, I like rest and I like

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There is this Everybody Loves Raymond episode where Ray has to go to a parent-teacher conference because one of the twins cannot cut a straight line. They have the two samples side by side and one is straight cut on a line and the other is a cut all about the page.I am the second page. The saddest part is I TRY to cut on the line. I concentrate and look closely and hold the scissors about this

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"Hey Abs, this came today, I had to sign for it. FYI."This happened to be certified mail. Certified mail from the IRS. Their letters aren't that mean. They say things like, "please call us right away to rectify," and "even if you are unable to pay, we can set up a payment plan," and "please check to make sure this is correct and not our error."All those nice things are just tricks, tricks I tell

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On a Tuesday in July we went to the aquarium. It was my nineteenth time--I always kept track--and your first. It was my treat (for once) and we even ate in the café (it was my first time in the café).You loved the dolphins. You know, made that same face you make around puppies. The same face my little sister makes around puppies. Anyway, I couldn't get you away from the dolphins. I had chicken

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" ... I get tongue-tied. My mind goes ... blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to think of what I should have said."It's not that I have a thing for younger men, it's just that when you get to the top, only the youngest are left. And I really don't. It's not a thing when there's only one.And he's not that young.And he is a philosophy major, at least he was one? Or did he

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darling of darlings, I will be getting a phone card soon. may i call? i will call until you answer. so you have basically no choice. remember when jesus said if you knock enough times, eventually the owner of the house will haul his ass out of bed and answer the door? that will be you. even if you are in class. and i will probably call at a very awkward time because i can't count (and thus cannot

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Hey, Abigail, is it true that you actually won't graduate because you can't finish an 8-page article on bipedalism?"Yes, yes, that might be true.But that seems dumb. Just finish the article.Because if I finish this article then I have to read another and I when I finish that article I have to read another and if I read from here until the end of time then maybe, MAYBE, I will graduate. And WHY

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End Notes:1. The 7th Inning Stretch is key to my success in finish a Chipotle burrito. Notice how I stretch both my arms and neck while my opponent seems to be concentrating on only the arms.2. I'm pretty sure if Tyra saw this footage we would be contestants for her show because I mean we show expression. Dangerous yet sexy. We're not a "carcass hanging on a fence." No sir. I mean ma'am. 3.

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"Two zits totally appeared on my chin DURING class!""Well, I have a zit under my nose! It appeared this morning!""I have one there too that appeared this morning. Your twin chin zits are coming!""What? How?""Well, I got 'em."

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The seasons are a-changing. They've debuted the "holiday drinks" at Starbucks, we've started watching Love Actually on repeat, and we're going to go shopping for a Christmas tree soon.The seasons are a-changing. Today my dear Jeni became betrothed to the Boyfriend. We (Jeni and I) met over three years ago in the Student Union Building. I had flown in that morning, her parents had dropped her off

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Lucy, you been cooking?Neighborhood CatIt's not a costumeDate NightIs it acceptable if they're on sale?Suzy Saturday**Photo courtesy Boyfriend Bart

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Today I was at Starbucks and I ran into a friend from church who I had met this summer. We chat every Sunday morning during Coffee Hour and if one of us misses then there is a chiding. "You didn't stay for coffee last week!" I said to her, excited to see her out of the normal realm. "You weren't here two weeks ago!!" she said, a little two quickly.I hung my head in shame. Missing that one week as

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From the vault. I'm working on cleaning up all the hand-written blog posts on napkins and checkbooks and French notes. Perhaps I'll debut one a week.1. Fall asleep night before to 2 Very Loud Boys arguing over whose girlfriend is prettier. 2. Wake up at 7 a.m. to do homework for two hours before going to work.3. While inside coffee shop, breathe smoke because the smoking patron, while smoking

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1991 I used to think it was cool to suck on my shirt. So I would suck on the collar of my shirt all day long. So much that I looked like a dog who had lapped up a bit too much water at the water bowl. I was photographed with this look. (That year I also wrote a poem about how 1991 is the best year. Because it the numbers looked the same backwards and forwards.)1993 I must have taken some sort of

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"My life is a joke. The carpel tunnel is back in my hand. I AM 21 AND I HAVE CARPEL TUNNEL. I can't believe I'm 21. I'm so old."I know, I know, this is the part where everyone starts whining because I'm only 21 and you're 52 or 28 or whatnot but DID YOU KNOW THEY HAVE A VACCINE FOR CHICKEN POX?That's right, kids these days don't have to take oatmeal baths or itch all the live long day. I remember

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This is officially the first post of a new tradition here at My Life. Drinks are on me. Seriously, someone has gotta clear the alcohol out of our house. Escalator, Cleveland ParkAnd I didn't miss Southern CaliforniaThe Days are Getting ShorterLove at First SurgeWhen I Really Am Thankful for All Those Care Packages

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It's strange when I suddenly realize I miss you. On nights like tonight when I round a corner and suddenly you are there. Your shirt, your hat, your almost fully likeness.And then I remember you would never be here. You never were here. And yet, on nights like tonight I feel an almost fully giddiness urge up inside of me at the thought of you. I can place the urge no better than I can place the

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*In Real Life“Did you see the comment that mean man left? It was so mean!”“I know, people are dumb.”“Why, why would he do that?”“People are dumb. Don’t worry about it, he didn’t even have the balls to link to who he is.”“I don’t understand! It’s MY blog! The Internet is a free place! If he doesn’t like me he should just leave!”“I know, I’m really sorry. This is why Dooce had to turn off her

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Maybe that's it. I was never good at guessing melons.

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1. Sneezing. I produce an average of 9 sneezes per day.2. Beautiful love stories. So embarrassing. I don't even like Keira Knightly (I HATE KEIRA KNIGHTLY) but in the Pride and Prejudice trailer when Darcy says "You have bewitched me body and soul," MAN.3. The Pentagon flag hanging in the lobby of the Museum of American History.

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I got up very early this morning to do homework at Starbucks. Starbucks in La Mirada. They had Starbucks in D.C. but it was more expensive and the Internet wasn't free.The Internet was free at a little place on the hill called Murky Coffee. Murky participates in Barista competitions, has a blog, and this kick ass sign outside. It was cash only and really really crowded for the entire three-hour

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1130077142227091712005-10-22T22:13:00.000-07:002005-10-23T07:57:01.966-07:00

It's late here. I'm back at the place I'm staying now, a row house in the District with four girls who work "on the hill." No one is home and the Internet is terribly shoddy. Every other page I try to view Safari informs me that I am "not connected to the Internet."This house was built by a professional chef and the kitchen is state of the art with a refrigerator the size of Rhode Island. For

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1129930467738450082005-10-21T14:33:00.000-07:002005-10-21T17:43:36.506-07:00

I am having such the adventure. This city, I love it. This weather, I love it. The strange stares, the weird people, the woman sitting across from me at Cosi who just read something in the Post that made her laugh out loud. I love the young girls my age who look at me like we're friends. I love that when I get on the metro late at night there are college students in hooded sweatshirts and that at

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1129781884575925092005-10-19T21:16:00.000-07:002005-10-19T21:18:04.583-07:00

Last night, after the disappointment that was learning there was no new America's Next Top Model we made the mistake of leaving the TV on. It was the tail end of the 10 o'clock news and sitcom reruns were about to commence when all of a sudden Lauren "My Second Job is Stripping" Sanchez announced BREAKING NEWS. There was a police chase in San Pedro. They cut to Kevin in Newscopter 13."Lauren, the

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1129702666453877762005-10-18T23:16:00.000-07:002005-10-18T23:17:46.460-07:00

When I was young we would take these "family vacations" every year to go visit "family." My mom would get all crazy. It would happen about 24 hours before estimated departure and everything she said would come out yelling.THE LAUNDRY MUST BE DONE. THE LAUNDRY ISN'T GOING TO BE DONE. OH NO THE LAUNDRY!WHO IS GOING TO TAKE US TO THE AIRPORT? WHAT IF WE'RE LATE? GET IN THE CAR!!ABIGAIL, WHY AREN'T

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The thing about having a brother 3 years my younger is that there are only certain times in our lives where we are in same life stage. When I was 15 and he was 12 was not one of those stages. But when I was 6 and he was 3 we made the quite the pair. We lived in a big house in Winnetka with a large, second-floor room overlooking Provident Avenue. I'm not sure how big the room really was, but in my

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1129451647067669362005-10-15T23:47:00.000-07:002005-10-16T01:34:07.080-07:00

Strange streets of strange cities feel like home to me.I am her, sitting on the bench, complaining about the weather or the clientele.Our eyes met across the street, I held the stare."People just really aren't that beautiful in real life," I said.We were downtown for dinner and a limited-release movie. I was wearing high heels because it was that kind of night.Maybe I knew he'd be there.We got

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1129263159390167122005-10-13T21:12:00.000-07:002005-10-13T21:12:39.396-07:00

I saw Betsy Ross at Starbucks the other day. She was wearing an American flag as a sweater and had a skirt with those country-style yellowed-starred American flags. And she had the earrings. Little wooden hearts with American flags painted on them. (Side note: Heather asked me if I saw "the real Betsy Ross." Clearly, she didn't read Johnny Tremain.)Today, at mon autre universite I saw a students

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1129153821578559012005-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:002005-10-12T14:50:21.586-07:00

Today is one of those days when even though my lunch meat went really really bad, I am still really really happy.I got an office. Four walls and a door with a lock. No one said to me today, "what exactly is going on with your hair?"I had a free Reduced Fat Blueberry Coffee Cake from Starbucks for breakfast. Free!Yesterday, I decided that it was brisk enough to wear a sweater and therefore, good

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1129011608533803822005-10-10T23:19:00.000-07:002005-10-10T23:20:08.540-07:00

I was minding my own business this afternoon, procrastinating as usual, when I logged on to my PASSWORD-PROTECTED computer only to discover that there was a folder on the desktop named "Heather Dodds So Hot Right Now." I opened the folder and found the source of "You've Met Your Disk Quota" problem: several pictures of Heather and I. Pictures that I would post here but we're talking Too Hot To

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1128924748898183112005-10-09T23:11:00.000-07:002005-10-09T23:14:01.583-07:00

"I guess we used to date. I was a dumb freshman."We were puzzled. How could the meat really cook in so few minutes? How could we really make such poor decisions back then?There is a rule. It's called the Keeper Test and it deals with car door technicalities and subtle nuisances. It sends a hint to your date: whether your like him or not. She told him, but not until their fifth date. He tried to

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1128834736784208132005-10-08T22:08:00.000-07:002005-10-08T22:15:35.913-07:00

I just finished a conversation with my mom during which she told me exactly what she was wearing when she went on her walk today and what exactly she made for dinner ("Aren't I a good mom?" "Yes, you are quite the Suzy Homemaker."). I called her because she left me the following message this afternoon:"Where are you? I haven't heard from you in a while and I don't know where you are. I saw you

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1128567100307806912005-10-05T19:50:00.000-07:002005-10-05T20:58:16.323-07:00

In honor of the fact that I have a huge un examen tomorrow in la francais, I am sponsoring a little test here at My Life. 1. What movie is the title quote from? (Bonus points if you give the full name of the character who says it). 2. If I have a French test tomorrow, what do I do today?3. What should the prize be?Scoring will be completely subjective. The first question is worth one point (plus

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We were all seniors taking our last required theology class: The Basics to Christian Living. The class was about absolutely nothing and I remember a lecture about student loans and STDs. We journaled a lot about our lives and our futures and I made a point of having the most creative binder. I had raided the Sunday school art supplies at church and I had at least 16 different colored pages. We

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1128405050634629732005-10-03T22:49:00.000-07:002005-10-03T22:50:50.640-07:00

I have big eyebrows. Big eyebrows are not becoming. I have come to grips with this and am willing to pay money to periodically have a woman rip them off my face. With hot wax.I am not willing to pay to have a woman tell me that I have big eyebrows. Every time I go in she says, "where or where have you bean?" She looks at my forehead area and gasps. "I'm sorry, I've been really busy and my car was

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1128314918271459302005-10-02T21:45:00.000-07:002005-10-04T22:51:11.506-07:00

1. Cowlicks. I have about nine cowlicks on my head. NINE. I may as well have a bumpy head with all the craziness going on on top of it. I am constantly feeling them to see how wrongly the hair is going and how obvious it is. If I can see my head silhouette I will look to see how normal it looks. 2. Condiments. I love condiments. I want them on everything. A sauce for every occasion I always say.

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1128219153674947892005-10-01T19:06:00.000-07:002005-10-01T19:12:33.680-07:00

Dear Internet,I've missed you. There is so much that has happened in the last several days that I wanted to write about but I couldn't. I couldn't because it was about work or it was about boys or it was about people who read my blog. Sometimes it may have been all three combined.See how I just did that? See how now you are so curious? That's why I couldn't write about it. I also couldn't write

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1127973703194056202005-09-28T23:00:00.000-07:002005-09-28T23:01:43.200-07:00

Those are not the kind of ants we have infesting our house. We have picnic ants. Little tiny black picnic ants.Everywhere.Not all at once. No no, no no. First they were in the shower. That was back in August. Then they were in the back shower. Then they disappeared for a week. Then they showed up in the kitchen. We would plug holes. We would spray RAID into cracks and crannies and yes, I just

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1127887060329063482005-09-27T22:48:00.000-07:002005-09-27T22:57:40.330-07:00

You seem so out of contextin this gaudy apartment complexa stranger with your door keyexplaining I'm just visitingTaking a red eye flight seemed like a good idea at the time. Save time by flying while sleeping. Get a full day in here and arrive with a full day to go. What a grave mistake.I remember traveling to the airport on a Tuesday night. It was before Thanksgiving and my hippie friend,

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1127800822743132822005-09-26T22:56:00.000-07:002005-09-26T23:00:22.750-07:00

We were making dinner side by side when it dawned on us that we were out of Albertson's French Bread. A meal cannot be had without the bread and I pondered the possibilities of procuring bread before dinner was ready. The grocery store is about a 80-second drive away. Factor in check out and I should be able to get the bread and get back in less than five minutes. It's been done before. "Will you

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1127696575159058282005-09-25T16:28:00.000-07:002005-09-25T18:02:55.166-07:00

What's that? You're not familiar with water cooler olympics?Meet Co-worker Joe. Co-worker Joe laughs like Eddie from Friends. Chandler's crazy roommate Eddie. Joe informed me that putting the giant water bottle into the water cooler was really hard. I says, "Joe, who are you kidding? What are you, weak? It can't be that hard. Next time the water runs out I want to try."Well that time came upon us

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1127598173751555322005-09-24T14:36:00.000-07:002005-09-24T14:48:06.853-07:00

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a secret. A long time ago, I was illegally employed by a little shoppe called the Long Grove Apple Haus under the table because I wasn't of working age yet. They hired me for a weekend to assist for the Annual Long Grove Apple Fest, a tradition "as American as apple pie." Long Grove is a Historical District, founded in 1838, with over 80 shops with names like

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"I don't understand why one person sees potential in Jodie but no one else does.""Cooper saw potential in her. So did Charlie. Cooper picked her to be a principle in his company.""Cooper Nielson School of Dance.""It's not a school. It's a company."I could watch this movie endlessly. It is everything I really could ask for in a movie: attractive people, hilarious script, and enough slow parts that

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Yesterday, it rained all day long. It also stormed the night before with thunder peels so loud I woke up and listened. Listened for several minutes as it tore across the sky and then listened when my roommates came piling into my room and on to my bed."We'rescared! We'rescared! We'rescared!!"We all snuggled tight and I told them the story of the day they were born.Wait. This is the wrong story.I

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1127192001101374202005-09-19T21:53:00.000-07:002005-09-19T21:53:21.106-07:00

"But what if I don't get the job? What if I graduate with NO JOB?""You'll be fine.""But my credit card bill! What if I NEVER pay it?""You'll be fine.""But but but ...!""You'll be fine."Thus was the conversation Blue Shirt Guy overheard at Starbucks while he was eavesdropping. And lest you think I'm the voice of reason, I can assure you I was the one freaking out. He kept leaning back so he could

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1127111246323896402005-09-18T23:26:00.000-07:002005-09-18T23:27:26.330-07:00

We reach the gate, out of breath. I laugh again even though I'm breathing so hard it hurts. We scold each other for doing this to our bodies. For running when we don't have the lungs for it; for going out in the cold when we're sick, and we laugh again. I'm not ready to sleep yet even though people are already starting tomorrow on the Atlantic. You say let's go.To the Atlantic?Close enough.Your

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One of the boyfriends is here for the weekend. He's got frisbee gear and computer gear and skills. Not just regular boyfriend skills. Trading Spaces skills. It's like he walked out of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and into our house with swatches and paint samples. He came just in time too. Just in time to rescue us from the disaster that is, insert dramatic pause, The Side Room. The Side Room

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My real life friends got jealous of my internet friends. "You guys, I got the nicest email from my internet friend Heather today. She said something like I was her favorite place on the internet or something. It made my day."I resisted opening the email and reading it all to them. They didn't let me read emails from previous relationships, they're not about to listen to my internet friends' nice

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1126762645833704732005-09-14T22:30:00.000-07:002005-09-14T22:37:25.836-07:00

Why I might have been late for work:I might not have been able to brush my teeth because someone might have been in the bathroom.I might have finally decided to get dressed and then I discovered that what I wanted to where wasn't clean at all.I might have been thinking about leaving but then my roommates starting cooking breakfast. I'm talking cooking, like with frying pans and, and ... orange

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1126641587517163652005-09-13T12:56:00.000-07:002005-09-13T12:59:47.523-07:00

Just in case you weren't sure, I am getting an education. How do I know, you ask? We speak German. Yesterday in class we kept talking about zeitgeist. Translation: the spirit of the age. Pronunciation: ZITE-guyst. Meaning: whatever the hot philosophical trend is right now.People were throwing the term around left and right: " blah blah blah ... which is a zeitgeist." "And I mean, that's just a

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The house is going on the market on Thursday. Even though the market is slow, they think it will sell fast because of the neighborhood. They've lived here for 45 years. The new apartment, in the retirement community, doesn't have shower doors. You have to buy shower curtains."We've never had shower curtains."She seemed lost thinking about the curtains. I wanted to tell her that I would take care

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1126286030807446322005-09-09T10:13:00.000-07:002005-09-09T10:13:50.813-07:00

You know music snobs? They're the people who won't listen to "mainstream" music. They also say things like, "omigosh, The Shins are such sell outs. I knew them before they were big" and they go to sketchy underground concerts and usually wear clothes from goodwill. My roommate, Heather, she's a little bit of a music snob. She has Sigur Ros and The Mars Volta on her hard drive and she's had a

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My dear friend and neighbor and all around favorite person, Lauren, has been called by the Red Cross and will be in Texas within 24 hours. We're really glad it's Texas and not Louisiana because they told her during training that you needed to be ready for gators and sharks in LA (they think it escaped from the aquarium?).Please pray that surprises aren't common, that she can help where needed,

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1125982297807828292005-09-05T20:51:00.000-07:002005-09-05T22:39:27.410-07:00

A first date is currently occuring about 20 inches from me and my computer. I wish it was further but there are about 70 people in this coffee shop. Seventy people.She got a carmel mocha and he proudly got coffee. black."It's not coffee if you put other stuff in it." Really, then is plain cheesecake the only real cheesecake? What about toast, huh, huh?She told him he was entitled to his opinion.

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I was interested in journalism once, she told me. They said it's no place for women.Well now j-schools are 75 percent women, I told her. I hesitated and then told her, but newsrooms are mostly men. The women leave the newsroom to have kids. It's a big problem in journalism education.That was what they were saying when I was in school. Same thing with medical school. I've promised the profession

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"People don't know what's going on! I want to see the water! The water running down the streets! I want to see buildings submerged! I want to see people crying!"He had only asked me what I thought of the cover picture. I hated it. I hated that it was necessary to show the destruction for people to understand.And I still do. I hate that people complain about the situations."The gas prices are too

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1125635327903812842005-09-01T21:26:00.000-07:002005-09-01T21:28:47.910-07:00

He told her "You're wonderful," three times this week. "Three times!" she exclaimed to me, voice wavering. "That's good, right?"She paused and looked away. She started blushing again. "It just doesn't make sense. Why? Why am I wonderful?"Because you get freckles when you go swimming. Because you pronounce your r's funny. Because you know exactly what he's thinking before he's thinking it. Because

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1125469087970841092005-08-30T23:11:00.000-07:002005-08-30T23:18:07.976-07:00

Cough syrup is not unlike doing shots. Same amount of poison. It hurts going down. Shortly thereafter you feel infinitely better. Five and a half hours later you feel awful. Rinse and repeat.Also, it must be mentioned that my job is Very Important. So important that at all times I, and the integrity of my job, are protected by security surveillance. That's right, little cameras watch me all day

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1125375296209083542005-08-29T21:10:00.000-07:002005-08-29T21:14:56.216-07:00

I am a stupid stupid person.1. Receive check. Think to self, "score, now I can spend money freely again."2. Put check is safe place. 3. Glance adoringly at check every few days.4. Spend money freely. Buy lots of coffee. Buy books. Pay some bills. Buy Raid Wasp and Hornet Spray (22 foot stream! 20 percent free!). 5. Think, "I better deposit that check soon." Move check to a safer place. 6. Buy

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I never let anyone borrow my Mitford books because I know I'll never get them back. Have you read Mitford? You must read it. Jill, have you read it?Oh, yes, I love them.Do you ever loan them out?Oh no. Never.Once I loaned out my Mother Theresa book, The Simple Life ... or was it The Simple Path? And I never got it back. It's a wonderful book. Good to pick up when you need a reminder.I think I

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A serious question for my blogging community:During the course of unpacking (which is, I'm discovering, at least a three-month process) I have found numerable hooded sweatshirts. These are not just any hooded sweatshirts, though--they're sentimental. I have several from high school, as well as a couple from college. Sports teams, seniors, floor names. One has the name of every girl in my

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When I was in high school my friend Anna hated coming over to my house because she was allergic to cats. She always still came though because she loved me and because the cats were better than her parents. But she would get all stuffed up and her eyes would itch and she would be so miserable. And I would pity her but in that way that you never really understand pain. Sympathy is what they call it

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"She'll be fully-clothed, I'll blink, and she won't be wearing a shirt.""Oh, please don't look at my hairy legs, it's so embarrassing.""No worries, have you seen me wear anything but pants during the last two months? Shaving just makes showering so much longer.""I know, and it requires showering every day. Like that's going to happen.""I feel like only with you do I find myself in a situation

Abigailnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048476.post-1125029089329793502005-08-25T21:03:00.000-07:002005-08-25T21:04:49.336-07:00

Let's just say the highlight of the class was when Heather leaned over and informed me that the Lumiere brothers in French is Les Lumiere Freres. And by class I mean the mistake I made that I will be dropping ASAP.I think I can say this for the first time: at least it made for good blog material.There are about forty people in this class. Forty people, half of whom are ecstatic about this

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It's the last night before the first day of school of my last semester of my first real true grown-up experience. And it feels weird. And that's not just because I have tears in my eyes from the margaritas or the flaming hot cheetos or because my beautiful new computer is scratched.My private school has lots of rules the most immediate being: no drinking. This means that tonight is the last night

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7:15 Wake up. Forget where I am for a brief moment then realize the noise is the fan right next to my head, not a helicopter.7:20 Wait for bathroom. This is now always the case. See, I live with EIGHT people. EIGHT girls.7:30 Have some Honey Graham Oh's for breakfast. I, of course, go through half the box because its only 12 oz. but, hey, it was on sale. 7:40 I decide that now that i Have read

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I was marking her last day on my iCal as I reminder to write a heart-felt card and gear up for her departure. And absent-mindedly I selected the blue label from the drop down menu. Blue for Friends and Family. And I'm not sure exactly when she changed from Green to Blue but somewhere in there I learned I didn't mind telling her about my own job-aside life and I loved hearing about hers. And our

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My kitchen smells of capers and chicken. My hair is wet from sweat. Most of the boxes are unpacked, most of the roommates are in, and I only just recently learned what capers are. I love change. I love finding a new place and making it home. Finding out exactly how long the chicken needs to cook for, I don't know, there's something in that challenge. Redecorating, it helps.And that smell, the

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