Pretty Boy
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Who doesn't love Johny Bravo?!
Heart Attackk!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Interesting little story. My brothers swim coach had a heart attack during swim practice. As the heart attack was happening the old man screamed out "This doesn't mean you can skip practice!"Seriously what a hard ass. That man hated me, back when I was on the swim team during the end of the season he told me that he yelled at me in front of everyone saying he didn't want me to join his team next year because I skipped warm up (Not a smart Idea, I know) And then a year later he saw my father and screamed at him asking why I wasn't on the team anymore, and that they needed a breaststroker like myself.
Oh well, The man is fine now. So all's well except for the poor poor fellows still swimming with him.
Blabbeling about stuffies.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Summer is over, And I'm at that point where I can't lie to myself about it anymore.
I've been in school for two weeks now, it's tough but the school I go to is amazing.
I got into this great private school where we have a lot of freedom and almost everyone there treats me superr nicely.
By the third day of school I already had a date to homecoming (Even though it's not till October.) But the homework is slightly overwhelming I don't have anytime for socializing out of school. I did get to hang out with my friend Drue the other day, Her life is so interesting... I'm kinda jealous.
But anyways There are a lot of attractive guys at my school, It's even more overwhelming than the homework. One of the guys looks like Gerard Way except a little more gorgeous. Well at random I was kinda said,"Hey, you look like Gerard Way." Now I know that he must get that a lot because he ran down the stairs screaming ,"No I do not! I don't effin' look like him at all." Turns out he despises My Chemical Romance.
I'm seeing Nine tonight, It looks pretty good and it's by Tim Burton. Wish me luck (:
Rip 9-11-01
I've been in school for two weeks now, it's tough but the school I go to is amazing.
I got into this great private school where we have a lot of freedom and almost everyone there treats me superr nicely.
By the third day of school I already had a date to homecoming (Even though it's not till October.) But the homework is slightly overwhelming I don't have anytime for socializing out of school. I did get to hang out with my friend Drue the other day, Her life is so interesting... I'm kinda jealous.
But anyways There are a lot of attractive guys at my school, It's even more overwhelming than the homework. One of the guys looks like Gerard Way except a little more gorgeous. Well at random I was kinda said,"Hey, you look like Gerard Way." Now I know that he must get that a lot because he ran down the stairs screaming ,"No I do not! I don't effin' look like him at all." Turns out he despises My Chemical Romance.
I'm seeing Nine tonight, It looks pretty good and it's by Tim Burton. Wish me luck (:
Rip 9-11-01
Dangerous Sandwich
Thursday, August 27, 2009
So my fridge is practically empty, so rather than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had a peanut butter and jelly bagel. It was kinda funny tasting. But I was annoyed by the fact that once more my brother had put the peanut butter in the fridge, when I always tell him it belongs in the cupboard. I don't know why it annoys me but it does. I like having my jelly in the fridge and my peanut butter in the pantry. I guess maybe I'm afraid that if the peanut butter and the jelly become to friendly with each other they might:
A) Fall in love and run away with each other leaving me lonely without a good snack when I'm hungry.
Or
B) Form some sort of mutual friendship that over time develops into an unbreakable alliance against me. Who knows what goes down in the fridge they're probably plotting on attacking me right this instant. I better be more cautious next time I eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Neglect
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sorry I've been neglecting my blog for a while. I'm not very good with keeping up with things. And I feel like no one reads it anyways, because of the lack of comments *hint hint* I know I don't really talk about interesting things....but yeah. Life is good right now. School starts the 31st for me I'm uberr excited. Whoot whoot
Oh and don't mind the picture, it really has nothing to do with anything.
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I'm in New York my mother lives here. It's not the city and it's not much fun but I love my mother. A lot of things are going on and it would take to much time to catch you up so I'll post something I wrote a week ago, You can try to relate to it if you want...Enjoy! Waiting is counting. You count the tears that gravity harvested from your eyes, Or all the times you checked your phone for a call that you know never happened. You count the weeks you count the days you count the hours, the minutes, and the seconds. The numbers add up one by one, and still you count. It consumes your mind. Your thoughts become infested with pleasant memories that upset you because they ended. You wish you could stop the never ending buildup of digits but you can’t. They continue to grow, blinding you from realizing the blessed life your living.
One day, you notice that you’ve stopped counting, you’ve stopped waiting. Even though you wanted it to happen, it never did, and you humor yourself with the thought of wasting time keeping track of numbers that no longer fit the equation.
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In with the new Out with the old.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
hello hello hello.
I know I haven't posted a blog in a while...not that anyone cares or anything, and my last one was all sappy and had this "I love you all" kinda thing going on. Well nothing has really changed.
I'm still Abena
I'm still single
I'm still weird
I'm still lazy
So yeah I'm a little upset because Garrett has been in Boston for Two whole weeks and hasn't managed to pick up the phone and give his homegirl a call. (the way I worded that sounds lame.)
And I'm constantly being attacked by my evil campers. I'm convinced that my boss-ish person thinks I'm a pathectic lazy bag of beans, I'm almost certin that I wont get an exellent on my report from her, so on Monday I'm gonna request to be back in my old group. Some of my campers that actually like me wont be that happy though.
And two days ago I managed to sit on my 430 degree flat iron while in short shorts. So high on my upper theigh I have two long and thin water blisters in the shape of lines, they hurt like a mofo! I'm such a weirdo that when it first happened I was laughing. Like rolling on the floor cracking up... and then I realized it hurt...a lot.
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