tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35520922012-01-17T18:18:51.727-06:00and everybody here would know exactly what i was talking about.abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.comBlogger2281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-78994366735944705322007-08-12T20:50:00.001-05:002007-08-12T20:51:52.457-05:00

Which is to say, I have left the Blogger. And moved to Wordpress.It's grown-up time, kids.http://www.abbyjaye.comSee you there :)

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Well hey!Here I am, rounding into my fourth (!) week in New York, and I haven't made it out here to B-Spot to give the comprehensive, all-too-detailed overview of LIFE. When I see funny things, I try to remember them and/or write them down so I can post them here, but then I go back to my real and imagined lists and decide no, that is neither interesting nor funny, get distracted, and play

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Hello! I moved to New York. There is a lot to say (about flying with cats (DON'T, at least not with mine), about the dorm room I live in and the hippies I'm subletting from, about my co-subletter Tiffany and her darling Boston accent, about my new jobjob, about all the stories I've heard about Patti LuPone in the last three days, about having no sense of direction, about learning how to wear big

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Hello, friends!I have been gone a while. Some funny things have happened, some boring things have happened. Mostly what has happened was me getting a job at this place, which is not in this city, so I am moving to New York. Tomorrow. With the cats. If you do not know this by now, clearly you stumbled onto this blog by mistake. On Monday morning, the cats and I move into a summer sublet with

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I just received the following comment, from Anonymous, on a nine-month-old blog post: "I stumbled...literally across this blog and realized that you had absolutely nothing worthwhile to say....why bother? Do you need to be heard or known? Is it that you think this will be an adequate substitute for the fame/notoriety you will never have? Why?"I love the ellipses (y'all know nothing makes me

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Allison emailed me a very interesting question this morning: "Why don't we get paid to review TV shows?" She also sent along links to today's EW.com reviews of last night's episodes of The Office and Grey's Anatomy, both of which were extended (the episodes, not the reviews. Well actually, maybe both.).My answer, the only one I can think of and the one I'm pretty sure is 100 percent correct, is

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The title is kind of a lie. I updated my away message as Idol progressed, until my away message got too long to fit, so I moved here. It was fun and easy. Perhaps I will make this a habit. Please do note that as I was working in away message mode, capitalization and grammar come and go. Anyway, enjoy:i'd like to think ryan seacrest overdoes the phrase "this is american idol" every week because he

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It's that time of year again, the time I copy and paste my goodreads reviews into my blog for you to enjoy and to motivate you to go join goodreads and be my friend there. Huzzah! Enjoy!Eric SchlosserFast Food NationI mean, you might say this is the book that started it all for me, but I don't think you would be telling the truth entirely. Not that I know what the book is that started it all, but

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This explains so much.Sent via camera phone to my email from Mom.My parents love the Piedmont Park Dogwood Festival, and I love my parents.

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Just sayin' hi, and also saying:1) Passover has almost passed over, and I am ready. I have eaten way too many eggs in the last week, as well as some questionable combinations (peppers, onions, peppers salad, tater tots topped with nacho cheese and bacon--look, I eat bacon on a regular basis, so just because I keep Passover doesn't mean I suddenly start keeping Kosher during Passover!), and my

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Some confusing shit has been happening in the land of people say she's crazy, or PSSC, if you're hip to the acronym groove.In short, I did some anonymizing, and this has caused some peoples' RSS feeds and blog update whatevers to go a little bonkers. For this I apologize. I know it is confusing. But nothing even remotely dramatic has happened in my life of late, so: if you read a screaming IM

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It's been a long two days since we last spoke, all two of you who read this [please comment! please!].Yesterday I started the day off with sleeping grumpily through the morning walk. Mom claimed that she opened the door to my bedroom and was overcome with the smell of garlic. This persisted throughout the day until she turned on both ACs and fans, opened the windows and the front door and aired

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Ah, Day Two, our first full day.The fun thing about coming west is that getting up at 6:30 AM to take the 7 AM walk is actually like waking up at 8:30, which is too late to even consider making it to work on time (for people who are not me and thus not content to go to work in the closest nonstinky pants/shirt/shoes combo + ponytail + splash of water on face + worry about brushing your teeth when

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-32906197133449648622007-03-11T21:12:00.000-05:002008-11-15T01:47:19.651-06:00

Welcome to vacation! By which I mean, hello! I am now on vacation! Seven days at Canyon Ranch in Tucson, which translates to six whopping days out of the office. Six! Okay, I will stop rubbing that in. Here are some highlights of day one, transit:2:00 AMJarring realization that it is actually now 3:00 AM. Thank you, Daylight Savings! Sleep! NOW!8:15 AMLess jarring realization that I can take

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Yesterday, I gave Emily hell about not posting for a while, and in the process realized that I, too, am a bad blogger. So for an update on why I haven't, please see Em's post, because I can say the exact same thing, just replace "Ashley's wedding" with "Molly and Chris' engagement party," and we'll call it a day.TONIGHTAfter inciting rage and jealousy in my pilates class over my upcoming trip to

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It is after 1 AM. I just got home. In this:

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I've lived here for five and a half years. This is a first. Behold, my weatherbug:That's Fahrenheit. In case you didn't notice.

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It's 10 degrees out (ok, today it's 25, but the high on Sunday will be SEVEN), news is slow, I have 8 hours of boring company meeting tomorrow (which I will heretofore refer to as the Deathly Hallows) and some important shit is on my mind. Now it will be on yours:cK One.SERIOUSLY.Some kind of rebirth has apparently taken place in the dusty bathroom cabinets of the cheap and lazy. It started about

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Happy Belated New Year!Happy Belated Birthday to Me!Yes, I realize other things happen in the first three weeks of a year, but let's face it, these are the only two anyone talks about. Both were relatively quiet nights. One was rainier than the other.And then I got a belated window office and am belated in buying plants for it, and I miss the back hall shouted conversations, but I don't miss

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Well haaaaaay! Did y'all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukwanzadan? I sure did.In fact, you might say my holiday season began when my GRE ended way back on December 2. I finished the test, got two questions into the experimental section, decided I was not in the mood for 45 more minutes of math, got my score and boogied. Feeling pretty good about myself (and, surprise, totally disoriented

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Sometimes, when celebrities are overexposed, they disappear for a while to re-establish their self-identity, renew their spirits, get facelifts, design wig lines and prepare for their next entrees into public life. Obviously, following my widespread internet fame, that is where I have been. Except instead of re-establishing my self-identity, I was working my tail off. Instead of renewing my

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That's my head. Talking. On my TV. On E! News Daily. Because my K-Fed AP interview made it all the way to cable and back. There was a CBS sighting, too. No word on whether it was local or network, but it's funny nonetheless.So yes, world, I went to the Kevin Federline concert. Obviously, I am not running from this fact. But I am still offering the disclaimer that I only went because it was free.

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Afternoon K-Fed Extravaganza Update! Trent posted four of my pictures (two of which I posted earlier here below), a chunk of my recap and a bunch of other links and stuff from the K-Fed show. Meanwhile, the AP video was also picked up by Perez. In short, Dan and I are now minor internet celebrities... among people who we already knew who came across our awe-struck evaluation of the K-Fed show

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Many moons ago, I started doing occasional blog posts consisting solely of the current away messages of my AIM buddies. There are some gems right now, so here goes:~~hanging out with superman~~"I'm starting to realize my goals are kinda... well... dumb.""So? Your dumb goals are awesome!"~~RECKLESSLY OPTIMISTIC~~bought 2 million bushels of corn today... on a much more exciting note, it's bath time

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Another month, another calendar page. Or really, another several calendar pages. My desk at work is covered with calendars, and I'm not entirely sure why. I guess they all serve different purposes, but perhaps this is worth investigating.1) At the end of 2005's NYTimes Crossword-a-Day tear-off calendar was a single page 2006 calendar. In Atlanta, my mom usually takes tiny calendar pages (from

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The bad news:My post about the beet + goat cheese + raisin + chard + onion + garlic + tomatoes + jalapenos (wore gloves, no MADNESS) + lime juice killer concoction I whipped up for Alexandra's dinner party was erased because firefox hates me and I didn't "save as draft" at any point.Also bad news:I am so hilariously busy at work that I can barely even think about typing up a full blog post (or,

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-3934889981329880592006-10-21T11:52:00.000-05:002006-10-21T11:54:36.442-05:00

YARRRRRRR!!!Click le picture above for more on the Dread Pirate Tubby. Who is also a hilarious photoshopper.

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This morning I picked out a pretty fuschia sweater to wear to work. The sweater was purchased at Express circa 2000 to wear over a dress to a family friend's wedding. I found it in a dry cleaning bag under my bed last night and thought it would be a lovely jewel tone. Indeed, it was.This evening when I got home from work, I removed the fuschia sweater and put on a t-shirt. This was an exceedingly

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Quelle week-end! The front pocket of my hoodie is soggy from dishes, my hands are dry (also from dishes), my head is throbbing, a serial drama is playing in the background (Brothers & Sisters on ABC... have you seen this? All of the brothers and husbands look the same (but not the sisters, thank goodness), so I find it very hard to follow, and I don't need any more serial dramas to watch, anyway

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-23809745980707789872006-10-12T22:11:00.000-05:002006-10-14T18:12:18.597-05:00

I am pleased to find that this is my 200th blog post! It only took me four years, four months and ten days. Which is about 1,590 days, which is about 38,160 hours. I am 23 years and 9 months old. So I've been blogging for over 18 percent of my life. Except not really, because I didn't use all of those 38,160 hours to blog (aren't you glad?). Instead I like, did three years of college and got a

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1. Yesterday, in a fit of scheduling confusion, I decided to locate a set of calendar pages for 2006 for my little kate spade planner. Back in the days before I sat at a computer all day with Outlook open, my little kate spade planner was in constant service. Since Outlook came into my life... not so much. But I hate the 7-day view on Outlook, so I never see my weekends, and this has gotten me

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-49302883089360113672006-09-25T19:50:00.000-05:002006-09-25T21:00:23.438-05:00

Ho hum, remember a few days ago when I posted that la-de-dah, nothing interesting ever happens to me and aren't I bored and shoot, if something interesting would just happen, I'd write a fun post?That was dumb.What is NOT dumb is how much I love this guy:Not only how much I love him, but how much many people do! So in that spirit, I gamely decided that I would boogie down, with Dan's help, from

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-46241776281292915342006-09-21T22:33:00.000-05:002006-09-21T22:47:42.765-05:00

I am learning GRE words.I need to clean my apartment.I am in constant awe of how hilarious my cats are.I have four light bulbs that need replacing.I bought an orange sweater to wear with my various fall tweeds.I bought an "exercise orb," and everyone that sits on it immediately looks like Dwight.I got a cold. I haven't shaken it off yet.I bought a plane ticket to DC.I anticipated and then enjoyed

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-75965457877440247882006-09-11T22:01:00.000-05:002006-09-11T22:16:16.920-05:00

I just wrote the world's longest post. World's. Longest. It was hilarious. It had hilarious pictures, like a cartoon of hairy legs and a photo of a spa counter. It was gorgeous and immaculate.And oh, Firefox quit. Post? Gone. My ass? Not gonna sit on this couch for another hour in hopes of recreating the glory that I once had. Instead, gists:1) Shaving my legs seriously brings to mind, every

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-24894290662493984782006-09-05T20:42:00.000-05:002006-09-05T21:49:00.707-05:00

I come from ear cleaning people.About 20 years ago, my dad had an ear infection, and his doctor laid him down on his side and flushed out the offending orifice with some good old hydrogen peroxide. The nurse told him he should do so with some regularity, so he brought the habit home and subjected me and MZ to it with some regularity until we went to college.On a related note, my mom was always

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-886097770756608252006-08-31T21:42:00.000-05:002006-08-31T22:26:47.455-05:00

I am watching the MTV Video Music Awards.I know, I know. I have no idea why I'm doing this. My only excuse is that I needed something on in the background while I made more GRE flashcards (Legerdemain! Propitiate! Dilatory!), but that does not explain why they are still on and why I am still not in the shower.And the really sad thing is that I keep wishing every performance would be the N*Sync/

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-16640818426033528782006-08-28T19:57:00.000-05:002006-08-28T21:59:41.497-05:00

Hey, girls! Remember in high school or junior high, when you'd read your Seventeen Magazine the day it came in the mail (or, if you were me, two months after it came to your house, because your mom "accidentally" stacked it with the 90 LLBeans and Victoria's Secrets or whoops, there it went on that mystery stack on her desk because she was afraid you wouldn't do your homework or something if you

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Story 1: Bad DecisionsIt is 3:51 PM.Things in my drawer in the fridge include:1 cup, watermelon Jell-O1 cup, vanilla pudding1 cup, Dole mandarin oranges1 bag, raw celery1/2 turkey sandwich, purchased yesterday at Ye Olde White Hen for lunch with a cup of soup, but not needed, as the soup was deliciously thickThings in/on/around my desk include:1/2 bag, Peanut Butter and Chocolate Chex Mix (if you

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-28324163511945252402006-08-23T00:23:00.000-05:002006-08-23T00:30:22.241-05:00

...So I switched to the chic pink and brown. It may be a little too chic for me, but that other green+green template was... too green for little old me. Also I started screwing around with it with the new Google/Blogger conglomerate and realized that I wanted a more mellow background, which was unachievable in the old format. So behold! A newer, classier format.Note: This does not impact post

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warning: sappyWell. Now that I know that the other two people who read Kathleen's blog read my blog, I am really gonna be in trouble if I fail to update this thing regularly.I have two excuses for taking almost two weeks off blogging:1) Nothing remarkable/funny/of interest has happened to me.2) My darling, beautiful Me-Maw passed away, so I have been in Atlanta for a week--first I was just here

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1155312611052211272006-08-11T10:27:00.000-05:002006-08-11T11:32:54.796-05:00

In our short but lovely relationship, Dan and I have become connoisseurs of the lakeview east dining scene. That is--we eat a lot of thai food. We basically split our time between Cozy on Sheffield and Ping Pong on Broadway. Cozy is cozy and Ping Pong is hilariously pretentious (everyone who's been at least once has a story about the bitchy tranny hostess who won't give anyone the time of day)

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Today I woke up with an uncomfortable headache, the kind that's pretty tame until you decide to sit up or take a deep breath, and then suddenly once you've sat or once you start exhaling the pounding just takes over for those 2.5 seconds and they last forever and you want that 5/8" drill bit to just GET AWAY FROM YOUR NECK. So I moaned and rolled around and a very nice young man brought me some

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I'm pretty sure you can hear the corn grow in Iowa, if only because there are about 8 gajillion ears of it. Per acre. And in the last three days, Dan and I drove past about 40 gajillion acres of corn, so between the ruckus that that much corn makes and the underlying hummmm of the highly competitive soybean fields (7 gajillion pods per acre, 35 gajillion acres driven past), it's a pretty loud

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There's a saying in Missouri, if you don't like the weather just wait five minutes. In Blaine, with hard work, I think we can get that down to three or four minutes. Yesterday morning at 8:30 AM I was standing in the sun, sweating bullets while waiting for the bus. I was wearing a black suit. With pants. It was pretty miserable. I stood on the bus and held my jacket over my right arm and tried

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friendsromanscountrymeni'm sticking to it this time.i'm not holding myself to media reviews (thanks, RT, it was fun for those, what, two months?) and i'm not holding myself to highly personal factoids (my new mantra might just be, "tmi... tmi..."). basically the only thing i'm holding myself to is my boyfriend (tmi... tmi...), and i hereby resolve to write write write on this stupid stupid page

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in no particular order:Pop-SicalA Long Gay BookFootlooseMerrily We Roll AlongTakanua FallsIt's Not You, It's Mee-OwTrue WestThis is Not a Pipe DreamThe BirdsBoomshaka: This is a TestIrving BerlinThe SeagullKasparPorn and HappinessSongs for Dixie KaminskyBobRauschenbergAmericaI Hate HamletMuch Ado About NothingThe NU Mime ShowRiver Dance Mountain High (hey, that's what my stub says)The Big

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me: oh guess who was checking into the ritz in sanfran when the parents were checking out?kp: bono?me: closekp: edge?me: closekp: chirs martin?me: closekp: daaaahhkp: ummkp: david beckham?me: closekp: right country i guesskp: sir paul!me: close!kp: DAMNkp: Ringo?me: close!!kp: mick jagger?me: close!!!kp: keith richards?me: less closekp: the hanson brothers?me: even less closekp: :-D elton john?me

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Welcome to the world of corporate portraitry! I don't think portraitry is a word, but judging by how GOOD jessica and I look in these pictures, it probably should be. For some reason. Anyway, I like to call this one...Something Is About To Shoot Out of My Nose, and I am Happy About itand let us not forget miss j. i shall call this one...Pour Me Another Shot, Rico Suave, 'Cuz I Feel a Song Coming

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dear alanis,congratulations on chilling out since 1995. it's really admirable, and i would love to benefit financially every time i feel like i've grown spiritually--so good thinking on that.that being said, re-recording "jagged little pill" acoustically, though bitchin and totally doin' it for me, makes me realize that i have not chilled out since 1995, at least not to the degree i'd like to.

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1120947710078647502005-07-09T17:18:00.000-05:002005-07-09T17:21:50.083-05:00

an open letter to everyone's away messages and profiles, not to mention the killers and robbie williams (during live 8),i didn't accuse you of not having souland i never called you a soldierso please--stop reminding me of what you have and what you are not. some things you should really keep to yourself, particularly things you are prone to repeating.yours,abbyps. lily has taken to dragging her

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in the traditional style, your july 4 away messages (or a sampling of the good ones.):i saw fireworks on the freeway and behind closed eyes i cannot make them go away because you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring. teen peeps, lunch with the girls (+ gracey!!), chicagooooo for weekend warriors remedy tour july 01-05. 9177568544 or ericamandy@gmail.com if you need me before tuesday

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http://www.mcsweeneys.net/lettersdorkily yours,me

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out of control!oh-ohh-way-ohh-way-ohh-way--ohh-way-ohhhhhh![drum!]Je suis dans l'office. Everything is chaos, I am totally swamped (though not swamp-assed, like everyone currently living without AC), I will be here till like 7 tonight and then I will go home and pack/maybe go out to Carson's and buy this lovely couch that Miss Sherline and I sat on last night for a long time. I don't know

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I guess this means I've graduated. (that picture is obviously "american gothic finishes college.")I wonder how many peoples' blogs have started with that exact line...Regardless, I have. I am now officially one of those weird non-students who has a maniacal, self-aggrandizing blog. Maybe I will use it to review movies or talk about TV shows or smart books I've recently read, but chances are I'll

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Okay, maybe not everybody. Maybe just me. That's certainly what it feels like these days.Hello hello, yes, it has been over two months since I bothered with this thing, and for that, I apologize to the three of you that read this, only one of which I am not related to. IN those last two months I ran off and got a job, so that's nice. Yay. Soon my corporate headshot will be on the website, so

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I am currently rounding out day seven of sitting on my ass in front of my computer. Many, many hours have gone into the now completed but still untitled thesis, and many, many hours have gone into various addicting puzzle games on the internet, and still more hours have gone to talking about how crazy all of my friends are with all of my friends. Tomorrow before 4:00 I will turn in the thesis and

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1) ever seen me try to stop liking someone? i feel like i'm fourteen. and if you knew me at fourteen, you can only imagine how great that feels.2) go to www.gizoogle.com and type in http://diamondsoles.blogspot.com, in case you don't think i'm funny enough on my own. it's pretty hilarious.3) i am plotting my return to the Daily. i will come in the night and take the Forum page by storm. this i

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(hi, sorry. i'm back.)~ today, my 11th pair of red and/or pink shoes came in the mail. this has led me to believe that i may in fact always dress like it's valentine's day. inventory:2 prs red Wanted sneakers (freshman year, sophomore year)1 pr pink Nike sneakers (soph)1 pr red pointy mules (jr.)1 pr red clunky Steve Madden slides (frsh)1 pr red Me Too flats (soph)1 pr absurd Steve Madden pink

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CNN Interviewer: Do you want to go to school? L. Lohan: People go to college to find who they are as a person and find what they want to do in life, and I kind of already know that so it would be like I'd be taking a step back or something. (not makin it up)

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hello freaks and fans! sorry for the delay. things got in the way--formal, massive show still in works, thanksgiving, appendectomy, week of mom being here, sending the friends off--and now I am setting off on three cheery weeks of winter break, alone in a spicebox which will be dust bunny free and ridonculously boring. Except for the full days I will put in at Northlight trying to build but not

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the election has come and gone, no one i know has moved to canada, and my blog can go back to being about other things with which i have zero practical experience and can only offer my humblest of opinions, things like how crazy everyone is, michael phelps' abs and shoulders, and my show. oh wait, i do have practical experience with my show. it's going well! new hotness. how about bullet updates

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it's too late at night for me to do this. but this is also too long for an away message at this point, so: if you think this country will be "safer," or "stronger," if you're "feeling goooooooooooooooood," you have clearly forgotten the following (among many other things. these are just the ones i can't believe right now): - your safety -- in the face of everything from terrorism to toxins -- is

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Well, I was going to get a lot done today, this first nasty nasty day of November, but instead I bought a pineapple and came home. I figured a pineapple would be a good solution on a rainy Monday. My AC unit is still in my window (because it's not that cold out yet and... I'm lazy) and thus my room still sounds a little bit like summer camp with the rain on the tin roof, except it never rains

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2:00 AM, I just pjed myself and turned off all the lights and got in bed. and apparently, in the fallish at 2:00 AM on a very clear night, the full moon shines directly into my little alley window and into my room and onto my bed across the spot where i sleep. and i feel like that's important and special for some reason, and it makes me feel really, really good, and a little like i'm sleeping

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just so this doesn't have to sit in my profile and make me really look like i need to be in therapy: the problem: i just can't cope with our complete inability to see how petty our priorities are in a world where so much is so wonderful and so much can be changed by just seeing the big picture and getting over our worthless, ego-driven, must-be-the-center-of-attention crusades where all we do is

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okay. so i just wrote this once and i accidentally deleted it because apparently when you cursor from the bottom of this little entry window to the top while holding the shift key down in order to copy what you've written so you DON'T delete it, it deletes itself when you get to the top. isnt' that cute? anyway. i'm going to try to re-create what i had before and it isn't going to be half as

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summer is over, and so is michael phelps' dolphin kick. for now. call me back in four years. BUT a replacement has been found. his name is gael garcia bernal. and he is beautiful. so 'the motorcycle diaries' was excellent, and nothing's hotter than a hot, latino actor playing a smart revolutionary. except when that hot, latino actor plays a sexed-up teenager, which is why caroline and i went

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... and by gangster, I mean senior, obviously. The quick and dirty: Roomies are in, work is long time gone, class starts the day after tomorrow, shopping and eating are in full swing, joined the gym, sjp and cynthia nixon won the emmys and made me happy, i've executed a few very good and very unexpected never-befores in the last few, freshmen are here and want to work on/be in my show, mom and

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~ ever just want a cigar? ~ ever stare at the stack of books you haven't read and think, "fuck?" ~ ever had a roommate try to make nunchucks out of shower puffs connected by their ropes with plastic ties because they came that way because they were 2 for $1 at osco? ~ ever feel like the old fogies in your apartment building just because you've been there a year and know how to work the buzzer? ~

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Below, in the entry entitled "the plan," i say that everyone who hates america wants bush to win. inexplicably republican friend #3 (resisting all clarifying phrases!!) sent me a chuckling IM about how he doesn't think everyone ("all of us") who wants bush to win hates america. i explained that i meant everyone in other countries who wants bush to win hates america, not Your Average Dubya-Voting

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There's a Brian Andreas print? Quote? I don't really know how to categorize his... stuff... but anyway, there's one called "Successful Holiday," and I would like to apply it to this, my Labor Day Weekend: Rules for a successful holiday: 1. Get together with the family 2. Relive old times 3. Get out before it blows I have done fairly well with this. Family visited. Old times were relived. But

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1094223590200274962004-09-03T09:46:00.000-05:002004-09-07T14:13:25.930-05:00

so, maybe you've spent some time with me in the last year, and have heard my threats to run away to mexico. yeah, sometimes when i get really stressed out or pissed off, i think, "man. i should just steal a car and manejarme a mexico para vivir a la playa y beber todo el dia. y quizas trabajar en un bar o restaurante, y comer solamente pescado y tortillas (tacos de pescado. mmm.) y maiz y no

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1094052231097808122004-09-01T10:19:00.000-05:002004-09-01T10:23:51.096-05:00

conversation with morgan: me: did you watch the bush twins last night? mzwolbe: no, i hung out with maggie, cloud, and dean until 1am me: oh right me: well good because you would want to kill yourself me: how are maggie, cloud, and dean? mzwolbe: they're great mzwolbe: we're getting together tuesday to get drunk and watch "godspell" [by "godspell" he means a video of the 1996 (fall of his

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In case you're curious, here's the link to my last several weeks of photos, consisting largely of a long lunch with Mom, Morgan, and Claudia and le week-end in "the District." i am not obsessed with the washington monument--it just seems like it. I have a really long post to write about Buttons, who most of you know as Miss Bee Bee or msbb, who died on Friday. She was bitchy and loud and peed

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today on NPR, an interview with a 21-year-old alternate delegate from CA. this lovely young man told a lovely story. see, it would seem that in 1992, this lovely young man's father told him that if clinton won the election, the lovely young man's allowance would go down. and bless his heart, clinton did win that election. and bless his heart, that lovely young man cried on election night. he

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i don't imagine that i for any reason (other than being a menace to society) was kept from our nation's capital for 21.5+ years, but it was nice to go. lots of security, lots of tourists, lots of sweat, lots of trolleys. anyway, without further ado... What I Learned in Washington, D.C. 1. Domestic peoplewatching is awesome: ~ "isn't she pretty?" ~ "we have a private trainer. and he has a private

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we had this conversation online today while i was at work, and i realized that so much of it is not in english that i just had to share. so basically i cut everything that made sense and saved some juicy cutlets of nonsensicality, which is not a word. points for the person who can translate the best! abbyintheoffice: shma LilPoeFry: yo LilPoeFry: i have to read through a gajillion pages of pdf

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two posts in one day = someone has a problem... or not a lot to do today... my last several posts have all had references not only to high school but also to elementary school. what's with that? maybe it was all sparked by running into the good old '01 Meathead Brigade at P'tree Tavern when i was in Hotlanta. And Parker. Parker's not a meathead. Odd though, that.

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not phases, addictions. for instance: clippy, sparkly, overpriced things that go in hair = addiction '96 - '99, thus = phase, phased out text messages = phase, toned down to only-when-necessary (sorry radu. and i'll never call them sms...es... smss... sms's... sms'?) i'm talking real, serious, problematic addictions i have. you may say, "well doy, clippy hair things was a phase, but at the time,

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Megan and I walked to the train this morning during the 10 minutes that it poured in Evanston. I don't think it's rained since. Well maybe it has, but I wasn't here for it. Regardless, it was over by the time we got to the station. It got dark later but never rained. Odd. I had some very deep thoughts on the train ride home, but I can only remember one: I really dislike it when people smell like

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remember that book that was required reading in the summer before 8th grade, "Summer of My German Soldier?" Yeah i have no idea what that was about, but this has been the summer of my angry tonsils. 2 days into my first week of work I got really sick, nasty fever, mega tonsils, etc. That lasted a good 4 days. Then like a month ago my tonsils got big and scary for about three days and it went away

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so my mom and my aunt both gently harangued me after that last post. their general thoughts were: ~ everyone's allowed to make mistakes ~ don't be so hard on yourself these are very good points. thanks fam :) in other news... - olympic swimming is over. this makes me sad. because... watching people run is boring (weird that i always had crushes on XC boys in high school) and there's not a lot of

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Mrs. Brown was my fifth grade teacher's name. I think. I know her first name was Dana... isn't it strange that I'm not 100% sure of her last name but I know her name was Dana? Yes. But right now, irrelevant. I've made some really dead-on generalizations about my life in the last few days. Things like "I have dated a lot of ostriches" (just think about what you know about ostriches... yep,

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ASwinford31: damn straight Auto response from me: i mean as long i don't have to watch him try to act in commercials, i could seriously watch michael phelps dolphin kick underwater like all night. ASwinford31: totally true ASwinford31: i want him in bed, like, right now ASwinford31: if he can dolphin kick like that... ASwinford31: you know what i mean so that became my away message. and then...

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So I've done a lot of seeing, buying, and reading this summer. I have decided to take inventory. Let' s see how accurately I can remember things. If I saw a movie with you or told you to read a book/see a movie I haven't listed, please let me know. Films Viewed (in-theater and otherwise, in no order) The Princess Diaries 2 Shrek 2 Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle Napoleon Dynamite Garden

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and this one is way more complex than the old one. i kind of like it. wish i knew how to make it do really really cool things. but just having entry titles is new and exciting enough for me. oh look i can put in a picture!! oh wait, no i can't. i don't pay for this. i can type in pretty colors though. aren't you jealous? yeah i thought so. so anyway. i am home from work today. woke up with big

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1091577275300820072004-08-03T18:29:00.000-05:002004-08-18T11:59:05.133-05:00

I mean seriously. You would think that when I say I am going to start blogging I am going to start blogging. I am some kind of failure. Instead I have been going back and forth to Atlanta and reading books about food. I think both of these things are very worthwhile, but so is blogging, so maybe I will work it back into my routine. I have no routine. I am horrible with routines. Sigh. Clearly I

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1088485595475734292004-06-28T23:08:00.000-05:002004-08-18T12:00:00.160-05:00

"good luck exploring the infinite abyss." - andrew largeman, played by zach braff, as he leaves albert's house, to albert, played by denis o'hare, who lives in a boat next to a giant bottomless quarry outside newark. albert supposedly guards the site, but he actually explores it at night. "you too." - albert to andrew, on andrew's way out... i saw this movie "garden state" tonight with ian. zach

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1088369548109271572004-06-27T15:33:00.000-05:002004-08-18T12:01:45.320-05:00

ha ha, huge lie. I have plenty to do, mostly at work, which is still great. They keep me busy. I guess they think I'm useful or something. it's really refreshing after my experience with ye old NU development office last summer, where no one knew what to do with me, no one wanted to be there, and no one was... pleasant. Kind of a bummer building, that 2020 Ridge, except for the candy drawer in

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1087877139492313782004-06-21T22:55:00.000-05:002004-08-18T12:08:06.210-05:00

"...but it wouldn't be as nice as a summer in Evanston with a gay midget named Karl, playing Tevia and Porgy" Just kidding. There are no gay midgets in my second summer in Evanston. And there weren't any in my first summer in Evanston. So I'm doing alright, right? But anyway, that's about all of that song I can quote, even doctored. That's okay, though. :) Work! Work is good. Campbell & Company

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1087145483574832092004-06-13T11:42:00.000-05:002004-08-18T12:11:08.230-05:00

Hey did y'all see where the Fall Columnist deadline was extended to JUNE 21? Damn. Don't fall for it, don't fall for it, ice cold. ICE COLD! pshh. naw. So anyway. The only thing better than yesterday, the day the campus totally totally clears out and is so bizarrely quiet, is the day that everyone comes back. And suddenly there are all these new people and people everywhere and though it's

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1086756373687970782004-06-08T23:43:00.000-05:002004-08-18T12:13:03.950-05:00

my away message right now says: JEWS! [because i'm writing a paper about them/us/this short story about orthodox women and their wigs] and SHOES! go to www.camper.com and click on eshop at the top, selecting us and europe. in the new window that opens, select USA (doy) and then tell me if you think i should buy the second pair of shoes from the left on the top row of "fresh produce." they are

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1086158852247484402004-06-02T01:40:00.000-05:002004-08-18T12:14:22.300-05:00

back by popular demand, the unlabelled listing of some of YOUR choice (and i mean choice... no boring ones here, boring people) away message from right now, 1:36 AM CST, 6/2/04: my baby sister's gradumation! ... the NU ski trip is gonna be in Breckenridge, Colorado next year!!! YES!... can't wait to go... chugga-chugga chugga-chugga The Finals Train chugs along, slowly but surely approaching

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1086048450978439242004-05-31T19:01:00.000-05:002004-08-18T12:15:48.320-05:00

Year is coming to a close. As you may or may not know, this blog got started back during reading week spring quarter of freshman year, so that's usually when I start messing with it a little again. Something that's a good waste of time! All of my columns: HOODIES: http://www.dailynorthwestern.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2004/04/05/4070efb459836?in_archive=1 IPODS: http://www.dailynorthwestern.com

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1081912005835912472004-04-13T22:06:00.000-05:002007-03-28T11:55:08.251-05:00

y'all, i swear to god:mom's screen name: msbbAuto response from me: cookie pizza with the prez-to-be, mike's for a picture party with reinhardt, home to work work work.me: msbbmom's screen name: d'mo here...what's doin?me: nada muchissimome: just workmom's screen name: msbbme: whats up wichumom's screen name: msbbmom's screen name: doin a little scannin on the net...you know how plugged in I amme

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1080825372785252802004-04-01T07:16:00.000-06:002004-04-01T07:19:58.140-06:00

whoooooa it's been a while. but there isn't room in my away message for this, the highlights of last night's call for column suggestions. HIGHLIGHTS: alter314: how awesome oregon trail is alter314: * abby got sick and died * AMDel311: you should totally write "why this weeks south park about kyle going to see the passion wasnt quite as funny as last weeks south park where cartman pretends to

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1075704531242502942004-02-02T00:48:00.000-06:002004-02-02T00:51:05.576-06:00

GYPSY HAIKUS some good, some bad. Thank you for the gift. Next time, though: flowers. Not this Rock lodged in my neck. Will Arts Alliance do my ten pounds of laundry? No? ::sigh:: Typical. When the U-Haul door Opens, maybe a pitchfork Will greet Mr. Khan. Please tell the actors (The ones who never learned to Read) they don't have to. I never used that Yahoo Groups thing we set up. Anybody

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1075317772874027692004-01-28T13:22:00.000-06:002004-01-28T13:26:05.436-06:00

I thought these days would allow me to get myself together... boy was I wrong. It turns out I can't just snap back into life. All of these hours free and it took me days to clean up my room (incompletely), I slept through a meeting this morning... I still feel totally mental, like I can't be normal about anything. Kramer, Zanger, and Sweas are brave souls. In a little while I won't be blown

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1075135457107090742004-01-26T10:44:00.000-06:002004-01-26T10:46:22.796-06:00

Almost all the way through January, and I know I can at least say that maybe this year will be better than the last. ...Slowly getting my life back from Dolphin... 3 dark days this week. I think I can put myself back together in 3 days, don't you? I kind of had a little whiney grumpfest last night. But then I slept, and am back to normal. So Mom, I'll call you and you can go on and on about

abby jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01011209115142977697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552092.post-1074840744402914442004-01-23T00:52:00.000-06:002007-03-28T12:01:49.215-05:00

Remember this?Oops.So my life exploded long before that last post, but then I went home and didn't post and then I got back to school and sure as hell didn't post. Some fantastic things have happened in the last month and a half though, for those of you who aren't a roommate of mine, caroline, jessica, mom, or working on Gypsy. :)December... I didn't fail anything. This is not particularly

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