Okay... Definitely antsy! But, I have a funny story about Friday. Kerri's deathly sick, right? Well, that has absolutely nothing to do with the story.

Me and her sit in back of each other in Bio, and usually talk all the way through class. Missa and Aims weren't there, so we were talking about Sunday's trip to go skating and wherever else fun may lead us.I turned around, jsut as I said "Brad," and at the same time, caught a whiff of his cologne! Want to talk about confused? LoL I actually looked around to see if he was there! (Then jsut as quickly, remembered that he didn't know how to get into Burrillville, never mind the High School, and quit looking around like an idiot.) Doing a few little sniffs, I located the source of that scent, Jesse Dubey, who needless to say, did not notice me (Thank God for small favors.), and turned back to Kerri with a laugh. Who'd have thought? Same cologne on one of my newest friends as on my oldest arch nemesis. How interesting has that got to be, eh?

Now, onto the more favored selection of today's news. I went down to Jamestown, listening to the remade Tori Amos CD that Erik gave me (Works like a charm, thanks man!), and reading my newest book, Hollow Man. It's nothing at all like the movie, so much better! (BTW... Did any of you know that you can comment on htese posts? You can... little comments button at the bottom,LoL) The waves, when we went out to Beavertail, at the mouth of the bay, were at least 10-2 feet tall! I got to play in the sea foam, which reminded me of nothing more than a vanilla shake... Whether that be insult or compliment, I'm not sure. But... It was fun, either way! So, that was my little escapade... It was fun, no doubt, but yeeehaw! Now I get to spend the night at Kerri's! Whoop! Cya all later!

Yippeee Cay-ay!!! Yuppers... Had a great evening with Kerri and Erik, and as it turns out, Brennan and Craig! We all went to the movies to see Sweet Home Alabama- Kinda slow, but cute! Me and Kerri and Erik, who came with me, cause He'd been stranded at Mr. Doughboys for about 10 minutes, went to KFC for dinner, then when we saw Brad's car, I couldn't resist!! It called to me! Clambered up on top of it, and Brad found me that way about 1 minute later... can we say "ABBY!!! Get off the car!!!" LoL

Okies... I just love it when i reread my posts and figure out jsut how little sense I made. Now I can remake it... Naomi, You make waaay too much sense sometimes! I'm really glad that no one hears about our conversations... They'd all wish they had a frined who was as cool as you!

Now... Sewer rats and Alligators... *sighs* Gonna have to htink about that one a bit longer. Maybe someone would love to just tell me what's going on, eh? I'm as in hte dark as everyone else, it seems. Feel kinda like Missa, except maybe a bit more aggressive. "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." What if it makes you insane? Hmm...

I'm contemplating one of the songs that was on the Tori Amos CD that Reiny gave me. And I'm jsut figuring it to be one of the most perfect songs for me. LoL At the moment, I can't think of the name, or the tune, or any of the words, but I know there's one on there, and soon as I hear the tune, I'll know it. So... yeah. That's about it. Gtg! Da's yelling at me!

Oh whoopps... I thin kI forgot to mention. Asked Erik to Homecoming... *grimaces* Can't wait to see what he says...

Okay... Not exactly sure what's up anymore. I love it when I have nights like last. Completely makes me doubt in my own sanity, as well as the judgement of others. Yes, exhaustion does play a large role in how Abby acts. I proved it yet again with not very surprising results! Whoop! So... Yeah. Got invited to the Providence Place Mall, and I'm pretty sure I can't make it. I really wanna, but I'm sure that there's no way in hell I can get a ride. So... That's out. Back to the drawing board. Now... Boy scouts and how to learn about First Aid... I wonder if they know anything about travois. I would call Erik and ask if I knew his number, but, silly me! I forgot to ASK!!! (Another brain fart, I suppose.) Hmm... I should prolly see if he comes on this after noon, and check. Could be cool. Of course, I'd prolly ahv eto bring Crystal with me, so that we can hop over to Tara's afterward for her lesson, so this could possibly be one huge goof-up on my part. Gotta get rides anyway! Mebbe.... Hmm... Get ride to Apple Valley from Crystal's mum, go to Boy Scout meeting, then have my mum pick us back up at Apple valley, and go over to Tara's, since she's gotta watch the lesson anyway... *sideways, spy-look* This might jsut work... Now I jsut have to present it in a feasible manner... Oy! What the hell am I talking about! See? This is what you get for being in a constant good mood! Optimism! And the only thing optimism gets you is downtrodden! So, I'll ask anyway, and hope no one reads this before I get to do it. G'morning all, and off to school with me! *grins* I get the Cabbage Head lady first... Woot!

Okay... Since it's very obvious that I'm not going to get much done in here at nights, what with everyone all yapping at me, (Granted, I love it! Keep up the good work! LoL) so here I am, at 6:08 in the morning, writing to myself in my Blogger. Ya gotta love it! Anyway, I still have nothing reall good to put in here, so I'll jsut update it on events that are happening.

Dan is going to be rideable sometime within the next decade. Of course, when?- I'm just not entirely sure- seems kinda funny, dunnit?
Homecoming is next week... *looks sideways, shakes head* I can't believe it...
Get to play softball this weekend, hopefully. Maybe someone will be like, " Oh yeah, Abby! Great idea! I love it!" Probably not, but it could happen! *grins*

Yup... Prety boring. There are other things, but none of them are definite, so... let's jsut keep them outta here 'til I know for sure. BTW... I'm still here, not dead from cramps and whatnot, from that running the other night. Did I mention that I ran about 3 miles? And we're talking sprints, jogging, speed-walking to catch my breath, and more sprints! I'm so pleased with myself! Didn't know I could run that far. Of course, my legs are screaming at me to lay off this running, and concentrate more on things that take up less energy, and don't kill my knee quite so much. Such as... Duh duh DUH The friekin' mare that can't be ridden!!!

Yup, onto another subject. Does Clarissa know that the only reason why Dan hasn't kicked her ass out the door, is because I've been riding her steadily? I'll sure as hell bet she had a clue, seeing as the mare went from Red-hot angry every time she saw Ibn getting saddled, to whinnying whenever anyone came in hte door, cause she knew someone was gonna hop on. (Oh, who's the someone? That would be ME!!!) I mean, Geez! Does a little 3 minute walk around her paddock with Werdy watching at the gate, really that bad? I mean, we watched the damned colt! He stood right there and watched her the whole time. I would never let anything happen to him! Dammit! Granted, she did tell me not to ride, so... I can see her whole anger thing, but man... The mare's got thrush, she was bitchy angry enough so that I couldn't possibly do her feet without the threats of being kicked, and she was itchy... *sighs* Whatever. I can't do anything about it, screw it.

Well, enough for today! I've got my stress level down to about 4, then got it right back upto about 9! Woot! I love writing in here! It's so good for me! hehh! G'morning!

Okay... Don't ahve much to say. I'd thought up a great, thought-provoking topic earlier today, then when I got on and was bombarded by AIM, I lost it. completely. So, night! Not gonna get anyhting done, anywho...

Okay... What's up with nervous giggling? I find that I do it quite a bit! Completely awful for anything that you might be giggling about! I get in trouble, I giggle, people think I'm automatically responsible! (Generally, I am, but... we won't go there!) Oy... Nervous giggling. Watch out for that with me. It means that either I'm feeling pressured, or I'm so deeply emotional, I can do nothing but giggle. Don't laugh at me, I don't mean to do it... *jams around the room to Sum 41* Geez... I love that song! (motivation) Seems to be one of my mottos these days...

I WANT MY COLORING BOOK!!! Brad, Give it here!! DDammit! I need to color... relieves stress. Maybe I'll write another chapter to the Loki story... Maybe... Ugh. Completely jumpy in my own skin, just want to do something. Went running earlier today... Helped for about half an hour... Now I'm back to being this way...Dammit! Hmm... What else to do? Ack! I can't think! My brain is fried, and I've got the creepy crawlies up and down my spine... constantly! Urgh... Enough whining. I'm going sprinting again. See if I can't drop dead into the weeds with a humongous cramp.

Okay, it's all coming out now... After a dya of pondering, and my mind barely working, though with this one problem sorted out, I think I might've come to a conclusion... Perhaps. Now, jsut so that everyone knows jsut how much thought I put into this one little situation, let me first explain to you that I went to bed at 9:30, because I was dead tired. Not even looking at that last post, ebcause I'm positive that it makes absolutely no sense. I did my crunches, and my other stuff, then tried to fall asleep- tried, being the main word in this sentence. In fact, I tried for so long, it was 3:30 AM before I finally fell asleep... and even that's questionable. Now, would someone just hit me about that whole movie thing? I feel so bad, now that I hear the accounts of eye witnesses... Kerri, Craig, etc. Yar... real asshole here... LoL So, I talked to myself about it, and the sheep that were jumping around my room making me count them (Did I mention that they really do look like the Cardi's sheep, and they go higher than 3,849,368?), and decided that there was but one thing to do. Just go for the gold! Kiss him and see if he likes it! If not- and I'm talking shoving me into the wall as he leaps back in horror, or throwing me into a sewer hole- then I'm jsut gonna go hide under a rock, die, and stink for the rest of eternity. Of course, I'm real worried... Anyone ever reads this, they'll know what I think about... *grimaces* Might not be the best of things for them to do... LoL

Okay... A bit of mixed feelings- and I wish I could jsut sort them out. But, I'm really not sure about any of it. What was with the arm? Craig, I really hope you explain that someday, and Brad, if you ever read this, You -will- be explaining what you meant when we talked. *sigh* Oy... I really like Eric(k?) But I'm not sure whether it's just the usual, new guy stuff, or... what. Anywho, as usual, as I've been told very often tonight, I bungled up yet another move on me. I swear to God that I don't mean to do it! Damn... the guy who kisses me had best like, watch for falling rocks or something. I always manage to screw up any flirtatious behavior! *grins* Granted, usually when I know about it, I laugh and carry on, but damn! It is so friekin' aggravating sometimes! Okay...
And that's about all I know at the moment. The rest is up in the air. Think, think, brain... Please work sometime within the next decade or so... Roight. Well, not much has happened on the home front. Got scolded by Kerri for screwing up, etc. *grins* But, we all know that's a daily ritual! hehe Night all! Bed time for meesa!

I had an interesting thought yesterday. What would happen should the US declare war on Iraq? Now, granted, most of you know that me, as a person, don't particularly care one way or another for politics, and war itself is not high up on my list of things to do. But, I was on a charter yesterday and this topic was brought up; I watched a movie in History on Thursday about the Gulf War, and it focused mainly on all the symptoms that had manifested itself several years after they came home- some, not even years.

• Loss of muscle control- includes bladder...
  
• Palsies
  
• immune system deficiencies
  
• cancers
  
• Birth defects in their children- tumors, inner and outer showing, heart defects (on right side of chest rather than left, half of a heart, etc.), limb disfigurement (we're talking about everything from no arms and legs, jsut little fingers and toes sprouting from shoulders and hips, to other such things), and much, much more.
  
  All this and much more- the symptoms of the Gulf War Syndrome. Called syndrome because the symptoms are not consistent in any of the victims, but the effects on each person who were in specific areas was devastational. Forced to take pills that would supposedly neutralize the effects of the nerve gas used in the war, these perople were used as Guinea pigs for chemicals that not only did not neutralize the nerve gas, but worsened the effects by several fold!!
  
  Not only that, but people were exposed to radiation, a constant bombardment of burnt oil particles into their bodies through lungs and everything else; they were exposed to NBC- Nuclear, Biological, Chemical- warfare, when the US bombed Iraqi factories and due to poor planning, the wind blew the airborne particules over US troops.
  
  But, it's a good thing that all horror stories have a happy ending, right? Well, this one doesn't, and won't. Those people will constantly be plagued by physical deformities or limitations, and their children are worse off than them! And, jsut to make sure that they constantly remember why they fought for their country, the government has declared that all of these little "quirks" had nothing to do with the nerve gas pills, though most of the cases happened only when soldiers forced to take the nerve gas pills had been exposed to nerve gas, or anything else, for that matter, and would have shown up in time, anyway!
  
  Anyway, after all this, I'm rethinking the original career path that I'd thought about taking- going into the military so I can get money for college. With this war on Iraq coming up, and the current War on Terrorism, I do not think I really want to get involved in the military. They screwed those people in the way of options! At the same time, I knew that this happened and yet, I'm still surprised that it did. Anyway, there's more stuff that could be told, but I'm sufficiently depressed enough at the moment. You can always add more later.