ok, so i never post on livejournal. sorry. i use it solely to stalk.

that said, i'm leaving the country in two weeks to go study in santiago, chile, for four months.

i will have a blog.

if you want to read it, go to abbyisabroad.blogspot.com

awesome.

love you all!

The first five people to respond to this post will get some form of art, by me, about them. I make no guarantees about quality or type, but I will assure that I will give it good effort and that the art will be individual to you, so if you get a mixed CD or some sort of painting doodle, yours is the only one like it ( Read more... )

i love it when spiderwebs get caught in my eyelashes at sundown, because whenever i blink the world turns to rainbows.

oh summer ( Read more... )

i just had one of the best weekends! for the first time, i was not glad to be back in chapel hill. thursday, jenny, chris w-j, crister, and i drove up to warren wilson for some contra dancing (we got there really late but made up for it with waffle house) which ended up in some skinny dipping under the full moon. i got to see my brother! if ( Read more... )

so i'm being a bit lame and bored for once ( Read more... )

have you ever stepped back from life a bit and looked at yourself, then realized that you what you see isn't really you? then stepped back a bit more and realized that not only is it really you, but it's also who you've dreamed of being? recently i have felt like that ( Read more... )

here's a poem i wrote for jennifer last night. it seems too simple or something, not really good enough for her, but oh well. it's what came out. it talks about some of the memories i have with jennifer, from when we were good buds a long long time ago. it feels good to remember all the innocent stuff we did ( Read more... )

UNC - 83
DUKE - 76

BITCHES.

AND YES, I WAS ON FRANKLIN STREET.  HOLY SHIT, WAS I ON FRANKLIN STREET.and this morning i smelled like fire and could rub black off of anywhere on my body. at one point, i was standing in the fire on top of a box and leading hte tar-heel chant with sparks shooting up all around me. what a night, what a night ( Read more... )

funerals are a strange thing for me. i don't find them comforting in the least. quite the opposite, they bring amazing heartache (well, with good reason) and a lingering sense of despondency and drained exertion. not believing in god the way christians believe in god, all those words and parables serve as distractions and almost disrespect the ( Read more... )