Harmony

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It was the drumming.
That constant tap
Tap tap tap
Tapping
He would do on anything.
And I do mean anything.
Guitarist fingers
With Kurt Cobain Callouses
So deep it hurt to hold his hand.
And that humming.
Or whistling.
Or anything.
His very existence had a tonality
A meter and rhythm
That I was never sure if I matched.
In fact
I'm pretty sure I didn't.
No one really did.
But it didn't really matter
I suppose.
Cause no one could quite match mine.
I wasn't made of music,
But he couldn't understand
How I could sit.
So still.
And read from
"that goddamn textbook,
you know I'm
more interesting than anything
that happened way-the-fuck back
then."
I told him about the decadence of Roman Emperors.
Rock Stars before there was Rock.
And he gave me a grin.
One that was just a little
Too goofy for a super-duper-star.
Next week he had a new song.
I was no muse,
But,
It was fun to pretend.

Testing... testing...

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Oh look. It's another college kid with a blog.

But seriously folks, don't all rush over at once.

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?

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.

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.

A bit about me, just so we have some sort of understanding to base this relationship off of:

• I'm a first-year student at Kalamazoo College
• My first celebrity crush was Hal Jordan
• I'm a SCUBA diver (scuba...scuba...scuba...)
• I have an unhealthy obsession with neon post-its and click-top sharpies
• I keep a tumbler full of dumdum pops on my desk for when I have to think
• I have an all-too-real fear of zombies
• 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

And that's... really all I have to say for now. Hope to see you around.