tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9694667802100200352024-03-13T07:25:00.549-07:00Princess ComplexA place for my writings, thoughts, complexes. Mostly cute, fluffy, sparkly (what?) bits of what-have-you. But the only theme here is what passes through my pretty little head. Feedback is love.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-35422989335805819142010-03-17T23:45:00.000-07:002010-03-17T23:55:47.507-07:00Coming Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p316239-Bhutan-Prayer_Flags_Bhutan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 474px; height: 356px;" src="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p316239-Bhutan-Prayer_Flags_Bhutan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />When I carried my duffel bag up to<br />My old room,<br />leather backpack slung over my right shoulder<br />Macbook in hand,<br />I found a small disposable camera<br />Just sitting there,<br />In a pile of old magazines.<br />I picked it up, full roll of film.<br />Without thinking, I snapped my first picture.<br />My pillows, with their old-lady print<br />That didn't match my quilt,<br />The one my grandmother made,<br />equally dowdy,<br />but less colorful.<br />I turned.<br />The next photo was the miniature Tibetan Prayer Flags<br />hung across my windows in lieu of curtains.<br />They came free in the mail one day<br />And no one can see my room anyhow.<br />Next, my dresser, covered in debris.<br />Old, cheap, childish imitations of make-up,<br />Costume jewelry,<br />Acne medication,<br />My softball mitt,<br />A porcelain doll.<br />Click.<br />My mirror, full-length,<br />Propped against the wall.<br />Turn.<br />Old concert tickets,<br />Autographs from bands<br />I no longer listen to.<br />My door, with its faux-vintage travel stickers.<br />My bathroom mirror,<br />Open and Closed.<br />The inside of my closet.<br />My cowboy boots.<br />My duffel, with it's old-lady print.<br />That does not match my pillows<br />Or my quilt.<br />Sitting on the foot of my bed,<br />Waiting to be unopened, unpacked.<br />I leave it for the morning<br />And use up the rest of the film.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-29508881181818501492010-03-13T18:15:00.000-08:002010-03-13T18:43:51.452-08:00The First Real Love Poem I Wrote In Years<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s176/liebemarlene/Brand%20new%20album/blog%20photos/moon5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 397px;" src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s176/liebemarlene/Brand%20new%20album/blog%20photos/moon5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://forbidden.deviantart.com/art/Is-this-Love-24488955"><span style="">via</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> </div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Soft songs<br />soft as cigarette smoke in springtime air or<br />the brush of an eyelash<br />against your lover's cheek when you get this<br />close.<br />And all you want to do is stay.<br />In this moment,<br />in his arms,<br />in that pure, clean note,<br />and that's all you'll ever need.<br />Forever and ever.<br />Amen.<br /><br />Don't you dare let go.<br />She said.<br />Hand clasping hand, gentle brush of a thumb up<br />her skinny wrist.<br />He smiled.<br />I won't.<br /><br />Kafka wrote a love letter.<br />He asked, pleaded, his beloved<br />to please write him only once a week.<br />Not, you see, because he didn't want to hear from her.<br />Quite the contrary.<br />In Truth, my darling,<br />he couldn't bear to hear from her every day.<br />He was overwhelmed by his love for her,<br />mad with passion.<br />Obsessed.<br />I worry that is what I am becoming.<br />I don't smoke, I won't drink,<br />and yet<br />I'm an addict.<br />I need your voice, your face.<br />Need to hear you wax poetical on<br />sentiments of<br />love.<br />I so desperately need to believe.<br /><br />Something about you makes me think<br />you could be it.<br />My lucky break.<br />She said.<br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-47189828813669300912010-01-28T12:30:00.000-08:002010-01-28T13:03:54.633-08:00Rutina Diaria<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uTwNhfEKUQ/SfxkVblpmvI/AAAAAAAAFf4/mf6BdATy8ME/s400/z+shoot2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7uTwNhfEKUQ/SfxkVblpmvI/AAAAAAAAFf4/mf6BdATy8ME/s400/z+shoot2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ffffound.com/image/c27e7fac38fd5cc8f0f34bdd2039a78abe602341"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">via</span></span></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Gets out of bed to turn off the alarm clock. Hovers briefly in front of the computer before leaving for the shower. Stands naked in front of wardrobe and thinks about how she needs to put in a few more miles because her thighs are too fat. Get dressed. Eat yogurt. Brush teeth. Foundation, concealer, powder, shadow, liner, mascara, perfume, lip gloss. Go to class and focus on the text book. El libro de texto. Eat lunch at the counter without making eye contact with anyone else in the cafeteria.<br /><br />Talk about the Holocaust in afternoon class. Watch last night's TV shows on Hulu while nibbling on her 24 daily almonds (exactly one ounce for protein and essential fats). Homework in front of the fireplace listening to Cream on headphones that only play through the right ear. Make a mental note to buy new ones. Forget. Dinner with friends. More homework. Facebook while staying offline. Bed with a well-loved copy of The Authoritative Calvin and Hobbes. Smile. Sleep.<br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-61274791847314516392010-01-26T21:20:00.000-08:002010-01-26T21:37:24.436-08:00Before<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3368035983_a06c51028e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3368035983_a06c51028e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8848584@N07/3368035983/">via</a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"You sure you're cool with this?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Yep."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I mean..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I said I'm fine."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I know but-"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Do you want to call him and cancel?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Well no."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Well there you go."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Alright, if you say so..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I do say so."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Fine."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Can we just talk about something else?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I really like this song?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Good. Me too."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Who is it?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"...The Beatles?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Oh. Really?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Yep."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Huh."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I thought you were into music?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I am. I just... didn't recognize the song."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"But... it's... nevermind."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Is this really bad? I mean, I should know this..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Well yeah. You should."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Are you sure you're Ok?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Jesus Christ on a rubber crutch will you stop asking me that?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Ok! Ok! I just... I mean..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"He hates this song."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Really?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Yeah."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Oh..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"You look good."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Thanks."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Have fun tonight."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Yeah... I will."</span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-75520592164858522362010-01-24T22:27:00.000-08:002010-01-26T21:38:03.804-08:00Harmony<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/96070164_32b35a5190.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 398px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/96070164_32b35a5190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/neunzehn/96070164/">via</a><br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It was the drumming.<br />That constant tap<br />Tap tap tap<br />Tapping<br />He would do on anything.<br />And I do mean anything.<br />Guitarist fingers<br />With Kurt Cobain Callouses<br />So deep it hurt to hold his hand.<br />And that humming.<br />Or whistling.<br />Or anything.<br />His very existence had a tonality<br />A meter and rhythm<br />That I was never sure if I matched.<br />In fact<br />I'm pretty sure I didn't.<br />No one really did.<br />But it didn't really matter<br />I suppose.<br />Cause no one could quite match mine.<br />I wasn't made of music,<br />But he couldn't understand<br />How I could sit.<br />So still.<br />And read from<br />"that goddamn textbook,<br />you know I'm<br />more interesting than anything<br />that happened way-the-fuck back<br />then."<br />I told him about the decadence of Roman Emperors.<br />Rock Stars before there was Rock.<br />And he gave me a grin.<br />One that was just a little<br />Too goofy for a super-duper-star.<br />Next week he had a new song.<br />I was no muse,<br />But,<br />It was fun to pretend.<br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-81219504119122127912010-01-14T23:04:00.000-08:002010-01-26T21:38:18.671-08:00Rant<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/62/228386222_592f14545b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/62/228386222_592f14545b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aperture_lag/228386222/"><span style="font-size:85%;">via</span></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Misogyny is a funny thing, when you think about it.<br />I mean, it's not funny in a Ha Ha sort of way, of course.<br />It's just...<br />How many guys see one of their female friends<br />(See! They aren't misogynists! They have women who are Just Friends!)<br />Angry and crying and instinctively think<br />"That Time Of The Month."<br />How many guys always want to drive because deep down<br />Deep deep deep deep down<br />They honestly assume, without cause<br />That they are better drivers than their woman passengers.<br />How many guys associate 'feminist'<br />With hairy-legged angry lesbian with blue hair and an eyebrow piercing?<br />How many guys assume they need to help<br />With everything<br />And I do mean everything<br />Because it's 'chivalrous.'<br />Clearly, nothing gets those panties dropping<br />Like calling a chick incompetent.<br />If a guy doesn't say 'twat'<br />But assumes without question every girl wants to have a happily-ever-after marriage<br />He's still an asshole.<br />Maybe a bigger one.<br />Cause 'cunt' 'bitch' 'twat' 'ho'<br />They're just words.<br />And words have no real power<br />Said the writer.<br />But ideas.<br />Ideas are where the poison hides.<br />Latent, shadowed thoughts,<br />Assumed superiority<br />These are the men who really make<br />A feminist's skin crawl.<br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-8041858106972231402010-01-13T13:44:00.000-08:002010-01-26T21:38:38.644-08:00Don't You Dare<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2429859287_c4b6f6e91f.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2429859287_c4b6f6e91f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ffffound.com/image/6220dbb09233b6df8e47e5af0d0fca3d8881b66a"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">via</span></span></a></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Hey there you,<br />yes you.<br />You there little girl -<br />Why won't you look at me?<br />Why won't you answer?<br />You know I'm talking to you,<br />Kid.<br />So listen up.<br />Wipe those stupid tears away right now.<br />Right Now.<br />Seriously.<br />What is wrong with you?<br />What reason do you have to cry?<br />Is this about him?<br />Oh honey, oh child,<br />This better not be about him.<br />Do you think he's crying about you right now?<br />Well?<br />Do you?<br />Yeah.<br />That's what I thought.<br />So why are you crying over him?<br />Remember in kindergarten?<br />It wasn't all that long ago.<br />They told you the Golden Rule:<br />Treat Others As You Want To Be Treated.<br />Well, he's not treating you with sympathy,<br />compassion, respect, understanding,<br />Tears.<br />So why are you?<br />Now wash your face,<br />And brush your hair,<br />And take that damn black hoodie off -<br />For crying out loud, is that really the kind of girl you are?<br />The kind that cries over boys<br />When they don't cry over her?<br />Yeah.<br />You're welcome.<br />Now don't you dare apologize.<br /><br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-84325757419029897802009-11-18T22:44:00.000-08:002009-11-18T23:08:01.785-08:00I was going to let out some angst... but...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2095/1636971586_2c7dd7f81b.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2095/1636971586_2c7dd7f81b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ffffound.com/image/a83a70bdb6692346df560a20dc7401befb9a5e9f"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">credit</span></span></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />No one likes to read about people feeling sorry for themselves. Proven fact. Whiny little girls, as a rule, should not be given access to their own websites because they will inevitably wind up annoying the hell out of everyone around them.<br /><br />So, bearing this in mind, here is a top-of-my-head list of all the things that make me awesome:<br /><br />-I rock the hell out of this bright, rich turquoise color that happens to be my favorite shade on the planet<br /><br />-I have, on occasion, been known to pull some pretty fantastic writing out of nowhere just before a paper's due<br /><br />-I love the people that matter in my life so deeply it baffles me, and it takes a whole hell of a lot to change that<br /><br />-My hair is bouncy, my eyelashes are a mile long, and I have a more than adequate bod despite a love of carbs and an aversion to any exercise that requires real sweating<br /><br />-I can identify anyone from Greco-Roman mythology by name alone<br /><br />-There are people who love me as much as I love them... even if they are far away<br /><br />-I have a steady hand and sharp sight on the shooting range<br /><br />-My cooking kicks ass<br /><br />-I can connect with almost any dog I encounter<br /><br />-I know my hockey<br /><br />-I dominate at any game an old fart from Michigan can play: euchre, shuffleboard, cribbage<br /><br />-I can organize herds of drunk college students without getting called "mom"<br /><br />-I'm equally adept at flirting and being one of the guys<br /><br />So... I really have no reason to be upset right now. Cause I'm a pretty sweet person.<br /><br />Hey, if you wanted to read someone's humble thoughts on themselves, go read a blog called "milkmaid complex" or something.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-72609089355822484752009-10-27T20:01:00.000-07:002009-10-27T20:28:34.151-07:00Make-Believe<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/3996491551_d5ce265f3b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 480px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/3996491551_d5ce265f3b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41487528@N03/3996491551/"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">credit</span></span></a></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />When I was little, I would play pretend where<br />I was the girlfriend of an old bank robber<br />Not old-old, but old school.<br />20's, 30's<br />(age inappropriate? nah...)<br />I'd know exactly where the money comes from<br />and I wouldn't care.<br />Cause I'd be wrapped up in<br />fine clothes<br />champagne<br />long cigarettes<br />jewels weighing heavily on my throat.<br />My man would love me passionately,<br />and if anyone so much as looked at me...<br />Snap.<br />And a bullet between the eyes.<br />Sometimes he'd get jealous,<br />but he'd always put up with it<br />cause he loved to watch me walk in those dresses.<br />In return -<br />I'd stay by his side forever.<br />Sitting in the passenger seat of his fabulous car<br />except when he was working<br />of course.<br />I'd never give him up to the cops.<br />We'd be famous, rich,<br />happy,<br />and in love.<br />Always in love.<br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-33971515459294231392009-10-20T20:55:00.000-07:002009-10-20T21:16:26.015-07:00Wishful Thinking (a letter to myself, 6 months ago)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/9e61b0bc81baecb9ed719a1542b223c427c02f40_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/9e61b0bc81baecb9ed719a1542b223c427c02f40_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ffffound.com/image/9e61b0bc81baecb9ed719a1542b223c427c02f40"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">credit</span></span></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Every girl thinks she can be the one to "fix him."<br /><br />You can't.<br /><br />No, seriously. Stop trying right now. This will only end one way: with you curled up in the corner of your room, listening to Charlotte Sometimes and wondering why it didn't work.<br /><br />You wanna know why it didn't work? Cause you have no magical power over men. This isn't Gilmore Girls, there's no reason whatsoever you should be able to make him a better person. He doesn't want to be a better person. He really, really likes who he is now.<br /><br />Think about it. If this guy had any desire to change, doncha think he would've self-motivated by now? What makes you think you're so special you can put the desire for change in his head?<br /><br />You are such a narcissist.<br /><br />Now, what do you say we go find ourselves a new project? Like knitting. If you find a flaw in that scarf, just unravel it and start over.<br /><br />I promise it will be a lot less frustrating than this.<br /><br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-68232346959845637092009-10-08T18:53:00.000-07:002010-01-26T21:38:54.249-08:00Doodling<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/3589690234_e4057659c7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 287px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/3589690234_e4057659c7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperpariah/3589690234/"><span style="font-size:85%;">credit</span></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />This little ditty is what I'm sending over to Peter (that's peterdewolf.wordpress.com) for doodlepalooza:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's gotten awkward </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />again</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cause she<br />doesn't know</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">what to say</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and he<br />doesn't know</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">what he did</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />or if it was him</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />or if she'd even</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">upset</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />which is</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />of course</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />what's bothering her</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in<br />the first place</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but he doesn't notice</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and she doesn't try</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />so no one's</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">actually</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />happy</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />but neither of them<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">will ever</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">stop</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">instead</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they play<br />this game</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />cat and mouse</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but that's not quite right</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it's more like</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tyrannosaurus Rex and Stegosaurus</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cause there's<br />nothing</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cute and fluffy</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />when they fight<br />like</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but<br />just for tonight</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she'll take a deep<br />breath before she</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">shuffles to his<br />side of the couch </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and<br />she'll rest her head<br />on his shoulder</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and he'll<br />wrap an arm<br />around her</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">til<br />she slides onto his chest</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">he'll say something</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">which she can't</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">catch but she'll</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">feel<br />the rumbling in his<br />lungs</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and that'll<br />make her<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">giggle until he asks</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">what's so funny</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and then she'll kiss him</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they'll remember<br />to fight</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tomorrow</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />maybe</span></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-29675741929713278292009-10-08T12:55:00.000-07:002010-01-26T21:39:18.255-08:00Untitled<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4882332/152339-main_Full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4882332/152339-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />On cold days, she thinks about missed opportunities. She'll sit on the bed and listen to playlists called "pity party" and "last love story" with a blanket wrapped up around her chin like fuzzy armor. She also makes tea, which she sometimes doesn't drink, just lets it perfume the air with Chamomile Lullaby or Pan Asia Green.<br /><br />Today was one of those days, and she was back to that dangerous trap of "what-if" that makes cold days so treacherous. It was this sort of thinking, she would tell herself later, that made it so difficult to move forward, but that warning would always come too late.<br /><br />Instead she was thinking about him. About car rides out to Lake Michigan in the middle of the night, about inside jokes, and that stupid Christmas present when she joked about ever little girl wanting a pony. She remembered crying on his shoulder when her little sister got into that car accident and he took her to the hospital. He didn't even make a joke about women drivers for once.<br /><br />And then there was that mixtape. A real, honest-to-goodness mixtape he made her after she dragged him to Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist and he insisted that there was no way his girl was going to be swooning over a pussy like Michael Cera. She'd thought it was all stupid bravado until he handed her the CD the next time he came over.<br /><br />Speaking of... she walked over to the back closet with her rainboots and dog walking coat. Standing on her toes, </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she pulled out the "vintage" hatbox she'd gotten at Marshall's and stored on the top shelf just in case.<br /><br />Yep.<br /><br />There it was.<br /><br />Without pausing to think, she popped it into her laptop and waited for the first chord of +44's "Make you smile." Listening to it again... it was almost like a month ago. Back before the shouting, the crying, the passive-aggressive Facebook statuses.<br /><br />But then, as she kept listening, wrapped in her fleece blanket and staring at the steam coming off of her tea that the rest started pouring back. Those little misogynistic digs, that god-awful hoodie, every time he stood her up, the smell of cigarettes in his car. And of course, Her.<br /><br />The CD had ended, and the only sound left in the room was the whirring of her computer and her breathing. She needed to get up, out of the apartment, but her inner cheerleader was too busy worrying about the mascara smudges she was bound to have under her eyes.<br /><br />She tapped eject, satisfied with the solid "click" her keyboard made, carefully returned the disk to its case, the case to the hatbox. She then walked over to the closet, pulled out the rainboots, and took that damn hatbox out to the dumpster. It was time.<br /></span></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-74476299460239328122009-10-07T20:01:00.000-07:002009-10-08T12:55:05.626-07:00Mittens<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.meredith.com/bhg/images/2005/11/ss_100193113_113005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.meredith.com/bhg/images/2005/11/ss_100193113_113005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.bhg.com/crafts/knitting/wearables/so-simple-knitted-mittens/">credit</a><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal.dotm</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>256</o:Words> <o:characters>1460</o:Characters> <o:company>Kalamazoo College</o:Company> <o:lines>12</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>2</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>1792</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>12.0</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; 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Were you talking to me?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Well yeah, I just…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“You’re wearing mittens.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…How very insightful”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“It’s just not something you see every day”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Cause most people prefer gloves”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Can’t say I understand why really, I mean, it’s not like these people are WWI snipers who need their<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">fingers spaced so they can do something dexterous. These are just normal people, wandering around the city, maybe carrying a few bags or something but it’s not like you need fingers for that.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“What if they have to dial their phones?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Huh?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“The glove people, what if they have to dial their phones, they’d need fingers for that, right?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Oh… yeah…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“What?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Nothing, I just… thought I was annoying you.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“You were.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Oh”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“But I figured someone ought to correct you of your bias against glove-wearers”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“So… I’m not annoying you?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Oh, you are.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Oh.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Here.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“What is it?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“What does it look like?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“A pink sticky note?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“With a phone number… I thought you said I was annoying?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“I did.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Oh.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“But you’re the first guy I’ve ever met who tried to pick me up by talking about mittens, so I figure that’s<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">worth coffee.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Wow. I can’t believe that worked.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Is this your bus?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Yeah, yours?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Yep.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“So… are you getting on?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“I can’t.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Why not?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“My jeans are frozen to the bench.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Oh. That sounds like quite the predicament.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“It really is.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Would you like some help?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Nah, I’m good. It’ll thaw eventually.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Oh, alright then.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“…”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“I thought this was your bus?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“It was”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“So why are you sitting back down?”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Where I was going wasn’t as important as keeping a pretty girl company while she waits for her butt to<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">defrost.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“That’s… oddly sweet.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">“I know.”</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-969466780210020035.post-76347926229497681322009-10-07T17:25:00.000-07:002009-10-08T12:54:29.262-07:00Testing... testing...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2901913910_c95196d948.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2901913910_c95196d948.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/damselfly58/2901913910/">credit</a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh look. It's another college kid with a blog.<br /><br />But seriously folks, don't all rush over at once.<br /><br />For the most part, this is going to be a collection of my creative writings and whatnot, with a little dash of me. Cause who wouldn't want to hear from the dazzling creature that is Abby every once in a while?<br /><br />I wanted to just get right to posting, but it felt a little wrong to just dive right into my world, after all, just what sort of girl do you think I am? You'd better at least be buying me dinner first. Or maybe just coffee if you're cute. Or maybe a nice "Hey" if you happen to be Ryan Reynolds. Just sayin.<br /><br />Anyway, don't expect constant posts, and I will do my very best not to bore you. Comments are love, they feed my fragile little ego. Even if it's to tell me that I suck, cause all writers like to point and laugh at their critics.<br /><br />A bit about me, just so we have some sort of understanding to base this relationship off of:<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm a first-year student at Kalamazoo College</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">My first celebrity crush was Hal Jordan</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm a SCUBA diver (scuba...scuba...scuba...)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I have an unhealthy obsession with neon post-its and click-top sharpies</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I keep a tumbler full of dumdum pops on my desk for when I have to think</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I have an all-too-real fear of zombies</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">My eleventh-grade economics teacher Mr. Smith bares a freakish resemblance to Mr. Scheuster of Glee. Needless to say, I was in love with him</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:85%;">And that's... really all I have to say for now. Hope to see you around.</span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15740718546687435781noreply@blogger.com1