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[Jan. 21st, 2010|08:52 am] |
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I could care less who reads this. We're not in high school anymore.
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|04:32 am] |
BASIC INFO:
Name: Abby
Nickname(s): Abbity Bo Jangles, Abbs, Abberz, Abigail Archer
Age: 22 (almost 23).
Birthday: March 26th.
Location: Denton, TX.
School/grade: Hahahaha.
Backgrounds: I don't understand the question.
Siblings: 3 brothers, 1 sister.
Straight/bi/gay: I go the straight way.
Job: Lame.
APPEARANCE:
Hair color: Dirty dishwater Blonde.
Eye color: Blue.
Height: 5'7"
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Label: Awesome.
Dye your hair: Many times.
Have bangs: Kind of.
Have braces: Not for a while.
Wear glasses: No.
Wear contacts: No.
Piercings: 10. I think?
Tattoos: 6.
FAVORITES:
Color: PURPLE.
Movie: There too many for me to list.
TV Show: Criminal Minds (I can't believe you didn't mention CM in your list, Ashley) Dexter, CSI, 30 Rock.
Animal: Cats. My cats.
Food: I just love food.
Drink: Dr. Pepper really is the bomb. Though, so is Milk and Water.
Alcoholic drink: Beer, gin and tonic, jagerbombs.
Car: Eh.
Day of the week: Thursday, it starts my weekend.
Season: Fall.
Song: Currently "The Funeral" -Band of Horses
Sport: Football or Baseball.
Radio Station: The Edge, I suppose.
Restaurant: Does Loophole count? Hahaha.
Subject: English.
Holiday: Thanksgiving.
Quote: I have way too many favorite quotes.
Book: I really do love Lolita.
Magazine: Cosmopolitan
Flower: Carnations, they're cheap and pretty.
Memory: Anytime I'm with my friends. :)
LAST:
Person you hugged: Jeremy.
Person you kissed: Jeremy.
Thing you said: it's called University Behavioral Health.
Thing you ate: Pita Pit.
IM'd: Ashley.
Texted: Ashley W.
Called: Sharan to say I was running late.
Called you: My mom.
Person you saw: Some dumbass in the ER.
You had a long convo with: Jeremy.
THIS OR THAT:
Summer or winter: Hmm. Depends. If I'm skinny then summer.
Dog or cat: Cat.
Pepsi or Coke: Coke, of course.
Cellphone or iPod: Cell phone.
Ocean or pool: Pool, the ocean scares me.
Black or white: Black, generally.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
Flowers or candy: Both.
Rock or rap: Rock
TV or movie: Movie
AIM or Myspace: AIM.
Stars or hearts: Stars.
Bracelet or Necklace: Necklace.
Gold or silver: Silver
Brunette or blonde: Either.
Kisses or hugs: Both.
Pen or pencil: Pencil.
IN THE PAST MONTH:
Have you drank? Hahaha. Have you met me?
Smoked? Yes.
Failed a test? Nope.
Been to the mall? No.
Bought a book? Yes.
Been to a show/concert? No.
Yelled at someone? Yes.
Got into a fight/argument? Yes.
Cried to a friend? Probably.
Told the truth? Yes.
Told a lie? Probably.
Been out of state? No.
IN YOUR ROOM:
TV: No.
DVD Player: No.
Radio: No.
Computer: Laptop.
Posters: Yes. Johnny Depp, Jim Morrison, and Marilyn Monroe and James Dean.
Of what? See above.
Pictures: A good number.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Taken or single: Very single
Got a crush: Mayyybbbee.
Name please: No!
Last person you said "I Love You" to: Tiffany and Ashley, hahah. Aw drunk friend hugs are fun. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2009|08:02 pm] |
There may come a time when I don't bother you at all.
It isn't my call. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2009|09:31 pm] |
2 people I went to high school with have died in the past week...
One from a car accident, one from being shot 12 times by her husband.
Wtf? |
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[Dec. 5th, 2009|03:39 pm] |
To keep the dream theme going, I had a VERY strange one last night.
It started off with planning a wedding, and apparently it was my wedding, though even in the dream I didn't know it was for me. Not until Heather told me, anyway. I was marrying a guy named Wes, who was Bobby's [Heather's husband] brother, or cousin, or some kind of relation, I'm not too sure. But, it was sort of an "arranged" marriage [even though my parents had no idea of this arrangement.] My dad walked me down the aisle, unhappily of course, then Bobby stood in until Wes got there. Wes was pretty cute, had snake bites and tattoos. I didn't want to marry him though, because my parents seemed so upset about it, especially my mother. Though, after the nuptials were done, and we were officially married, I found myself fighting for his attention, and didn't seem to be getting any of it.
It finished off with me finally telling my brothers and my sister. Wes completely ignoring me while he played football? And me being sad that I wasn't getting any attention. Then we divorced the next day.
I don't get it. |
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[Dec. 4th, 2009|12:21 pm] |
For the past 2 weeks or so, there's been some interesting things happening in my dreams. Or rather, one interesting thing.
7 out of 10 dreams either have this happen in the middle, or end like this. There's always water, doesn't matter where, and somehow I always end up under it. Most of the time I am fighting to make it to the surface so that I can breathe, sometimes I make it, sometimes I don't. Weird thing is, I swear I'm actually holding my breath in real life. The only reason I think this is because, sometimes I'll wake up right before I take a breath under water, and I can feel that pain that your body feels when you need to breathe, especially when swimming. Other times, I end up breathing, but in the dream I just take a quick breath under water, even though I know you can't do this in real life.
It's all very confusing. The dreams themselves are always different, there's just that common denominator of water, and me in it, and I can't breathe. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|02:04 pm] |
I've really been debating lately on getting rid of my livejournal, but then I keep coming back to "What will I do when I really need to get stuff off my chest, and have no where to put it?" [I've never been good at actually writing down my problems.] So, what I have been considering is deleting this one, and getting a whole new one that is just for me, or just turning this one into a private journal. I don't like the feeling that I'm constantly being judged by what I write in here, and I have that feeling constantly.
I suppose I just want the freedom to bitch about the same thing constantly, without tiring anyone else. I feel like a broken record most of the time, and I hate being a burden to people, even via the internet. Though, somehow I've got to keep bitching, and keep bitching, and keep bitching, to motivate me. Weird, I know.
I guess I'll make my decision soon enough. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|05:46 pm] |
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I'm a satellite heart, lost in the dark. I'm spun out so far. You stop; I start, but I'll be true to you. |
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[Oct. 18th, 2009|08:36 pm] |
Looks like I won't be having people over again for a while. I hate dealing with the cleaning afterward, and for some ODD reason I always get complained on. There was ONE beer bottle, and maybe 4 cigarettes left on the ground outside of my balcony, and still someone felt the need to complain. Also, the weirdest shit tends to go missing, for example the lid to my trashcan. Also, I lost the ball to one of my navel rings. I can't find that damn thing anywhere. Oh, and also I wish people would wake me up to tell me when they're leaving. I went to sleep with 4 people at my apartment, and woke up with my door unlocked, and NOBODY there. I just want to lock my doors is all. Aside from all of that, I had a fantabulous time, and got way too drunk.
I've been having relatively odd dreams. Or, I suppose, dreams I'm not really used to. For instance, I mentioned that at the party I lost the ball to my navel ring, but I dreamt that I found it. I went all day yesterday thinking I had found it, but I really hadn't. My dreams have been reflecting my life with the events of the 24 hours before I go to bed. I've never experienced anything like that, so it's throwing me for a loop. I keep thinking things are real, when they're really not. Or I'll believe that I dreamed something, but it was real.
I ended up getting what I wanted [in more ways than one] and it turns out that I wanted a different outcome. Now I am disappointed with how things are working out. I hate that feeling.
I tried my hardest to get up yesterday at 10:30 and watch the Texas/OU game. I went to my parents house, and watched the first half. Turns out my dumbass step brother went to jail the night before, so my stepdad wasn't even there for the first half of the game because he was dealing with Evan's bullshit. Halftime came around, and I passed out on my parents couch. I woke up in the 4th quarter, then my parents made fun of me for being completely hungover. I left, went home, and slept for 3 more hours. Woke up and went to buy Dexter. Watched that until 6am. Today, I slept ALL day. I woke up for an hour to watch the season finale of Dexter season 2, then went back to sleep until 30 minutes before my shift at work. The last thing I wanted to was come to work. Slowly but surely, my hatred for this place keeps growing.
My life is a mess. Complete mess.
Oh, and fuck getting that swine flu vaccine. I will not take a live vaccine. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2009|06:03 pm] |
You were clever enough to pull "I want my gamecube back," to get me to respond to your oh so desperate text messages. Bravo for that one. However, you are NOT going to guilt trip your way back into my life. You're not going to create this story to make me feel pitty for you. There is no way I am going to continue to talk to you. We're done, we've been done for almost 2 years come this February, and somehow in some way you need to get that through your thick head. I've COMPLETELY ignored you for a month. Doesn't that tell you something? That maybe, just maybe I want absolutely nothing to do with you. After this gamecube is gone, that's it. All ties are cut, and I never have to speak to you again. You own nothing here. Technically you don't even own the damn gamecube, I am the one who paid for it.
I wasted way too much time on you. I let go of everything. I let go of my family, my friends, MY BODY, my self respect. You were/are, by far, the biggest piece of shit I have ever known. You're a complete failure, and you were NEVER good enough for me. Congratulations on trying to
"better yourself." I'm glad that you've stopped drinking and haven't smoked pot in a month, doesn't mean I am going to come running back to you. Even though you're "clean," which for some reason I highly doubt you, you're still not good enough. You can't ever take back what you've done to me, and how you've affected my entire life. I'm a goddamn crazy person, because of you. Well, I was crazy before, but it doesn't hold a hand to how crazy I am now. I can barely get close to someone, and once someone gets close to me, I duck and run. BECAUSE OF YOU. I have no trust left.
I hate everything about you. I still and will continue to blame everything on you. I hope you feel sorry for yourself, and I hope you regret everything you did to me and how you treated me, because I regret every second I spent loving you. I regret every second of standing up for you, choosing you, being with you. Now that I am getting MY life back together, there is no room for you in it. Not as my friend, certainly not as my boyfriend. So take our conversation today as a warning, LEAVE. ME. THE. FUCK. ALONE. And stay the hell out of my life. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|05:21 pm] |
Highly stressed.
The ER is jam packed every single night, and we're not the only one. Denton Regional is seeing just as many patients as we are a day. It's getting more and more ridiculous every day. Yesterday we broke a record. The record was 144, and we saw 153 patients in the ER alone. Less than 25% of those people were admitted. My mom keeps saying "Yay census is up, that's a good thing." In which case I reply, "It doesn't really help on your end if none of these people are getting admitted, mother. It's just a waste of time for these people to come to the ER." I completely blame the media, of course. The media blowing it out of proportion is what is causing the madness. People die from the flu all the time people, but now it's a big deal because instead of it being 70 year olds it's children. I get it, people are worried, but overreacting isn't helping anyone.
To add to my stress, is of course that test that I have to take Thursday. I'm probably making it worse because the whole reason I don't want to fail is because my mom paid the $100 for me to take it. She's expecting me to pass, and if I don't it's just another disappointment. I could really use that $600, too. I am broke as a joke. No money. Nothing. Nada. Which also adds to my stress.
Irritability is obviously getting the best of me, as well. Like I've said before, I'm really beginning to hate my job, and I want so desperately to get out of the ER. Therefore I find it hard to be nice to people are being rude to me in the first place. With the added number of patients we see, the wait time has become longer, and somehow I become the bad guy in that equation. Even though it really has NOTHING to do with me, because I don't have control over who goes back first, or who gets discharged, or how fast, or anything. However, since I'm the only person they see, they take their anger out on me.
I just need a vacation. Seriously. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2009|04:34 pm] |
I took way too many lazy days from the gym this week. Tomorrow I've really got to get a good workout in, and I need to go at least 4 days this week. I was able to fit into a pair of jeans last night without looking horrible in them, so I was pretty happy about that. I've still got a long way to go.
This week at work I'm definitely not going to be reading any books. I've got to start studying for the CHAA. My test is Thursday at 2:15, and if I pass it then I get $600. I haven't even opened the study guide, so it's time to get crackin'.
On another note, I'm pretty sure I'm wasting my time on this one, so I'm going to be smart and let it go. Though, it seems like it would be a lot of fun.
I'm tired of being 2nd best, or not good enough.
He's called 3 times this week, and I didn't answer or return one phone call. Any bets on how many times he'll call this week? |
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[Sep. 26th, 2009|01:56 am] |
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Hmm. It's possible that I will be repiercing my nipples tomorrow. |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|06:19 pm] |
Going to the gym has pretty much become a part of my routine. I went 6 days last week without really realizing it. Though, I don't want to over do it, so if I find myself going that many times a week, I'll make 2 of those visits short and sweet with just a bit of cardio. It's been nice, though. I feel bad if I DON'T make it to the gym, as if somehow my day isn't complete.
Finally got to finish Inglourious Basterds, and it was nothing short of amazing. Apparently a lot of people have a problem with Brad Pitt and his accent. I couldn't find anything wrong with, to be honest. Just give the man some credit, he did a pretty damn good job. Also, Eli Roth is just yummy.
Still a difficult task to not drink and smoke, though I am doing much better than I thought I would with the whole thing. Fridays are generally my day to go out and hang out with the usual crowd, I'll have a few beers, and maybe 4 cigarettes [if that.] However, I still think I can do better. I guess a test is coming Friday as far as that goes. I'm trying to stick with the Friday nights only, if I start going out more, then I end up getting into trouble. I have to stick to my plan, and stay focused on the change I am trying to make for myself.
The end of my shift tonight marks my weekend. Cleaning tomorrow and movies. Out Friday. Hopefully a movie with the parents on Saturday, then back to work on Sunday.
It's boring and quiet, and I can't get enough of it. |
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[Sep. 19th, 2009|08:12 pm] |
Now has wireless internet, thank you to Mark. Which means that I can now be on the internet, while watching UFC, and later watching Road House which has fine ass Sam Elliot in it. Mmm.
Oh, I can also become the nerd we all know I am, and chat for long periods of time on net...
*shakes head in shame* |
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[Sep. 15th, 2009|04:58 pm] |
I really want to blow this up poster style and hang it my room, just for the battletoads reference. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2009|03:46 pm] |
I'm getting to the point where I hate my job...
Also, people say they can see a change, but I sure can't.
Oh and, to everyone who thinks I am "mean" or "bitchy," you haven't seen anything yet. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2009|02:20 pm] |
Went to see Inglorious Basterds today, the first 40 minutes were awesome. I don't know about the rest of the movie
BECAUSE SOME PUNK ASS KID DECIDED TO BE CUTE AND PULL THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM, SO AFTER WAITING FOR 30 FUCKING MINUTES WAITING FOR THEM TO RESET THE GODDAMN ALARM, THEY FINALLY COME IN AND POLITELY SAY THE MOVIE HAS BEEN CANCELLED AND BY THE BY HERE ARE SOME FREE MOVIE TICKETS.
SERIOUSLY? FUCK YOU. I WANT TO FINISH MY FUCKING MOVIE. I DON'T WANT TO COME BACK, SIT THROUGH 40 MINUTES I'VE ALREADY SEEN, AND FINALLY FINISH IT.
WTF is wrong with the youth of America? All I want to do is enjoy a fucking movie, and I can't even do that anymore.
Goddamnit. Fuck. Shit. Pissed. Ugh!
Oh, and to add to my fury, my dad did it AGAIN. Days notice for a family dinner at granny's. THANKS DAD, LOVE YOU. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2009|03:53 pm] |
It seems I can't go out without drinking and waking up with a horrible hangover the next day[no matter how much water I drink]
So maybe I'll just stop going out until I can get strong enough to say no.
And fuck cigarettes. I'm so done. The past two times I've slipped up and smoked while I was drinking, I got a massive headache from it. I can't stand them anymore. |
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