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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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Can't fit in the box.

Thursday, June 25, 2009


Lately I haven't feeling that happy.
I'm a very insecure person. I always pick myself into bits.
I weigh to much, I'm to ugly.... etc. I know that these things aren't true, but I've convinced myself into believing that they are. And it doesn't help what my friends say, they call me fat a lot. Most of my friends are absolutely beautiful. Being around pretty people all the time can really ruin a person's self esteem. I constantly compare myself to them, how awkward and ugly I am.
My mom also expects me to be this barbie doll, with long hair and perfect features and blah blah blah. Whenever she realizes that I am not barbie she goes on this rant about everything that's wrong with me. And it hurts, because no matter how hard I try I can never be the Abena that she wants, and I feel no matter what I do I'm undeserving of my mothers love. She's hurt me so many times, in so many ways and she doesn't get the pain that I feel when she goes on her rants. She doesn't know that I feel inadequate to her grace and beauty. She doesn't know that I'm scared that she might love the imaginary me and care nothing for the real one.

Ugh... I hungry, I'll just get a glass of water, like usual.

b.t.w Windows webcam, sorry its crappy quality, my brother was on the mac so I took the picture on my laptop.

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Alpha Kenny Body

Sunday, June 21, 2009
I was on Facebook the other day, and I was tagged in an interesting picture.

I was sitting in a computer lab with some friends, and so I tried saying it 3x fast, but I still didn't understand it, so I asked my friend Taylor and she said it 3x fast, she didn't get it either. We both tried saying it a few more times, and the guys sitting in front of us were glaring//and cracking up. I told them to stop staring at us, and then Me and Taylor finally decided that we wouldn't understand it untill we asked some one, so I commented, saying that I didn't get it.

Before you read the response to my comment, make sure your parents aren't in the room. If they aren't try saying it three (or more) times fast.

















And here are some of the comments:
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I laughed so hard when I found out that I was saying "I'll fuck anybody"
hahahaha, any whoo...profanities, and whoreish-ism is gross. (:



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Like a Mustache

Saturday, June 20, 2009


It sorta feels weird to write this.
I've never tried blogging before...soo
This very post is the end of my erm...Blogginity?
I suppose that would be what be how you would put it.
Well, seeing as nothing remotely interesting happened today,
this blog has no purpose.
Well anywhoo I suppose I'm suppose to talk about myself.
Hola my name is Abena,
I'm very annoying, Loud, pushy, and on occasion I'm manipulative.
But like a mustache I will grow on you.
Well unless your Native American, I don't think they can grow mustaches.
Hmm...Neither can Tarzan, notice how he lived with gorillas his entire life
without shavers, and yet he lacks facial hair. But Tarzan isn't Native American,
because gorillas aren't Native to America (correct me if I'm wrong.)
Well that's a major Plot flaw to me.

I bet I'd look delicious with a mustache, why yes what a lovely thought



Me Vs Tarzan
Battle of The stache




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