Hehe, this cool, the changed the blogger toolbar thingy, now I can be creative without working! Let's see....hmmmm. Let's make different colors, let there be Red! Hahahaha. I'm all powerful!!! Muhahaha. Well sort of, via the folks at  blogger, hehe. I want blue now, blue, blue, blue. Now how do I do pictures? Hmmmm. They make it so darn simple but I still can't figure it out. Phooey. I feel very very old. And illiterate. Computer illiterate that is. Hmmm, let's see, this blog did have a point before I got distracted with colors. Watch I'm getting all excited about it and it probably won't even show up. It's all a trick, a little gag the guys at blogger pulled to make us little people feel stupid. Crap, how do you post pictures! Now I know I had a similiar dilemma, but I want to post pictures from our digital camera, not off the web. Oh look, how helpful! They have all the little short cuts at the bottom, so if I want italic I get italics!!  And if I want bold I get bold!!! And italics! All in one!! Now how do I turn it off!! This all feels just to easy. What about all the people who spent sleepless nights learning all that http junk just so they could make their words look crooked. Poor chaps, I was just to lazy and I finally had it done for me. It just goes to show you the lazy sometimes really do cash in. Hehe, yeaaah. Sorta. Except for those lazy people who wish to post pictures, they're stuck. Oh yeah, I remember my point now. I was going to talk about MIchael Moore. Somehow ranting about good ol' Moore in neon green and italics takes away the vadility (is that a word?!) of it all.  I feel like a 7th grade girl. Hehe, omg!! That is so kewl, and phat, yo. Ur 2 kewl 4 school. Lol!!!!!! Well I'll ttu l8er, dawg. Woah. Sorry I had to get that out of my system. Okay I think I'm going to go, hehe bye.

Abigail succeeded at 6:05 PM.

Well tonight I had a jolly night. I went my friend Lindsdey's house, and my other friend Meagan was there. Whenever we are together we laugh, and laugh, and fart,hehehe. Sorry I'm boring you with irrelevant inside jokes. But it really is weird how laughing can make you feel better, try it, I promise it works:O} Okay, I knowe I'm beating this reoccuring dream to death but I have to tell about the one I had last night. As usual I was going to the first day of school and I was totally freaking out cos I couldn't find anything to wear. So when I finally when I got to school I looked in the mirror and I was....naked!! Haha, juuuust kidding, BUT I did have literally an afro, I looked so terrible. And then this song by Death Cab For Cutie called Passenger Street started playing in the backround, it was cool cos I love that song, but it was still weird. That's the third night in a row!! What does it all mean?! If anything!? Hmmmmmm.

Keane: We Might as Well be Strangers

Abigail succeeded at 11:46 PM.

I'm starting to become less and less creative with my titles. Hence above, it's sunny outside!! Erg, today I went running for about a half an hour and I felt like dying. It is so humid outside and I haven't been runnig as much as I should be. I've probably been averaging about 6 miles a week, where as during Cross Country season it was about 30 plus a week, oy. I guess I haven't been that motivated cos I'm not running CC this year, but playing soccer is just as demanding if not more, so I don't really know where I get my logic from. Oh gosh, I have to go to work in 35 minutes, no!! Right now at Goodwill we are in the middle of colorizing the whole store, it is such a pain. All the backroom people expect me to be some super worker and put out 25 racks as well as helping people. It's all very tiring, but I need to stop complaining now. As my dear ol' dad would say, "You don't HAVE to go to work, you GET to go to work." Heh, yea!!! On to other stuff... Oh yeah, on some of my friend's blogs there has been a recent trend of naming the top ten blogs, heh, I made 11th and 8th or something. That's pretty pathetic. But now that I think about it, if you're naming a top ten blog you won't have an 11....hmmm. Oh well, I don't care, when I started to blog I didn't even expect A person to read this, so I'm happy to see how far my little blog has gone. Now if I could just learn how to template, I really hate mine. Oh well. I keep saying that. Hey guess what! I had the same exact dream last night, I've become used to it now, but I wish I knew why. Well I gotta go, have a great afternoon, laters....

music: Keane: Sunshine

Abigail succeeded at 2:07 PM.

Tonight I was looking at a couple of blogs, and on this boy's blog was this obsessive update on how Lance Armstrong was doing in the Tour de France and how cool he was. It made me mad. I strongly dislike Lance Armstrong, heh, that's sounds so bad, but wait for the reasoning. I, like the rest of the free world, used to admire Lance for his cycling abilities, and the whole overcoming cancer thing. That is until I was watching tv one day, and the had this little blurb about him and Sheryl Crow. It said that Lance had left his wife of 10 plus years, the women who stood by him through his illness, and his kids, for Sheryl Crow!! Yuck! What a loser. And a jerk. It is so typical of people to forget those who have loved them and supported them, just when they have a little fame. So that, ladies and gentlemen is why Lance Armstrong is a big fat loser, I hope his bike wheels fall off and send him pummeling into a pack of rabid dogs....hem, maybe not that harsh but still he's a jerk. Okaay, changing the subject, last night I had a dream about the first day of school AGAIN. It's really getting old. I think I need to see a doctor, or just go back to school to get it over with. only 5 more weeks....

Abigail succeeded at 10:28 PM.

Oy, I'm in pain. This weekend I went boating with my church youth group, and I feel like someone beat me up. With the combination of being burnt to a crisp from the sun, and battered from flying of the tube on the back of the boat, I feel pretty achy. Heh, but enough complaining cos I have good news! I didn't get fired from Goodwill (yea!!!!). So that is a just great. Well thats about all for tonight, have a nice evening...

Abigail succeeded at 10:43 PM.

Yeah it's been a long time yada yada yada. I was at my grandparents and when I got home I would sit down to blog, and nothing would come. It was weird. So anyhoo, tonight I went to wal-mart! with shan. I had to get stuff for Lake Monroe tommorow. Wal-mart is always great fun, and I say that in the most sincere way. When ever I go there I crack up. And out here in Shelby county it's the equivalent of our mall, so I always see about five people I know. Wal-mart, it links all together, hehe. But yeah I had a story about wal-mart. First of all you have to know that everytime my sisters and I go to wal-mart we see this boy who is a cashier, who bears an uncanny likeness to the boy from Peter Pan(the real version). So when ever we see him we're always like "Peter, Peter Pan" in these fake english accents, and it always ensues unstopabble laughter. So we always avoid going in his little check out line thingy. Side note, he is really cute too, hehe. But anyways, we were walking along and he passes by, and of course being the big dork that I am, I said "Peter, Peter Pan" right as he walked by. He turned and gave me this totally miffed look. I thought I would never regain my composure. Of course his check out line was the only one open, but shan and I couldn't bring ourself to go to it, so we had to use the blasted self-checks. And those are the scourge of the modern world. So there you have it, I once again made a fool of myself because I have a big mouth. Oh well, I'll just have to wait till my next adventure with Peter Pan boy to ammend the broken ties. Ha, ha, ha. Okay that's about it, byes..!

listen: Cure-Just like Heaven

Abigail succeeded at 10:40 PM.

Hehe, okay sorry for the lack of creativity on the title there, I didn't really feel like coming up with anything and that seemed to fit. Well the good news first, I finally responded to that e-mail, with probably the world's lamest e-mail, but whatever at least I got it over with. On a different note, I'm probably going to be fired from my job this week...hence the title. Blah, I don't really want to talk about the details except my manager is being a big jerk (is that a girl word?), wouldn't give me time off that I had to have, blah blah blah. I just didn't want to you all to think I stole some junk or something from them, hehehe. That would be a bit low I think, stealing from the disableds job funds. But yeah, so pray that I don't get fired! That would be vedy vedy bad. Okay yeah I'm a dork.
I have a confession, I'm infatuiated with that song by Jojo, whatever it's called. There I said it! Hehe, such a dumb song yet so addictive and catchy and sassy:OP Did you know that the girl is only 13?! No joke. It's a crazy crazy world. When I was thirteen I didn't even know what a boy was let alone knowing about being a cheated on and such . I guess it's not easy being 13 anymore.

Okay, bye bye, have a bonitisimo weekend, laters...

notes: Julianna theory, If I Told You This was Killing Me Would You Stop?

Abigail succeeded at 11:39 PM.

erg. I'm in dire straights. I have an elephant in my inbox. Heh, okey dokey, here's the deal, I have this e-mail from someone that has been sittig in my in box for about three days now. I know I need to reply, but I don't know what to say. So everyday I just don't check my mail, or I get on and sit and look at the e-mail, trying to think of something to say. Or I write a response but decide it's rubbish. The longer I do this the worse it gets. I have to respond! OH but what to say. Arg.

notes of interest: Plumb-God-shaped Hole

Abigail succeeded at 9:24 PM.