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So I suppose it has been an incredibly long time since I last visited live journal. I came tonight for inspiration. For some random memory that might help me to right a quick narrative for English Comp. Which I had chosen to wait on taking until now, and now am the oldest person in the class. But reading this, and reading up on all of the people on my friend's list, and their friends, and their friends' friends; I realize that I dont have any memories here. I have everyone elses...which is an amazing and beautiful thing: to share memories and to tell stories. And although I haven't spoken to most of you in over a year, and some longer, I cannot help put sink deep into your stories, and memories, and lives. And I cannot help but be drawn back to you, and remember how much I love you, and how much I did love you, and simply how amazing life is. We change so quickly, and few of us care to document and share this. Am I even on anyone's friends lists anymore? I am terrible at keeping up it seems. Terrible at staying in the same place, and staying still. I was never very good at the friend thing. I am too anti-social at heart. Yet not. Nevermind. None the less, I love all of you so much, especially those I have wronged with my misguided ideas of how things should be handled, and how life is meant to be.
I could go on about what is up in the life of Abigail. But there is so much distance. And so much difference. All I can say is life is so surprising, and so completely amazing. I am swimming again, but only for the money, and the faint remembrance of a love I used to have. Instead of taking Chemisty, Calculus, and other such classes that my academic nature misses so desperately, I am taking Studio Courses at an Art College: and am completely infatuated with fabric, and the art of putting pieces of it together. I looked back at alot of pictures from my past recently, for a project I had to do for a photoshop course, crazy i know...and i barely recognize the perrson in the pictures. Granted, I do look a bit different, more than that, i was different. I am different. I wear bling jackets and stilettos now, but feel completely at ease in my chacos and pajamas.
Every summer I am thrown into the middle of nowhere to work at an amazing summer camp, telling little kids about the love of Christ, and help them with their butterfly stroke. I can honestly say my heart is with there, at Kanakuk. I am teaching 2nd and 3rd graders the Bible, and acting a fool most of the time. I am an RA, though I am not taken very seriously, and have a Disney princess palace as a dorm room. I try to leave silly mom like notes on my resodents doors to make them feel loved, and I think i am a bit too silly around them. John Piper, Ravi Zacharias, CS Lewis, and Bruce O'niel are my heros. Scripture Ninjas. I am trying to become a champion at Bible Challenge, but am continually defeated by my mother.
I went from crimson red hair, to brown, to platinum blonde, and now to barely any hair at all.
The mountain men have yet to start knocking on my door. And may not ever. I suppose I am just different that way. But I pray that they do one day, or atleast one does. Because I want 7 kiddos, and last time I checked the stork was retired. I dont really plan on ever finding a mountain man at an Art College though. Plus I dont really have any free time.
I still wear my footie pajamas, little girl underwear, and tun around dancing like a fool. Only now I have tap shoes in which to do the dancing. Sequins are my favorite. I have yet to develop an appropriate diet. 1 course actual food, 5 course dessert. Somethings never change I suppose. Physically I think I look the same, or atleast similar. I think my muscles got bigger, or I lost baby fat. I dunno which. But maybe I will endorse fitness products on the side when I am older. Or maybe I will have babies and get a chest. Probably not.
My precious cat Thor is still the love of my life. The one who understands me most, besides my sweet Jesus.
Life is amazing. Life is so Joyous. Life is so Surprising.
I could go on about what is up in the life of Abigail. But there is so much distance. And so much difference. All I can say is life is so surprising, and so completely amazing. I am swimming again, but only for the money, and the faint remembrance of a love I used to have. Instead of taking Chemisty, Calculus, and other such classes that my academic nature misses so desperately, I am taking Studio Courses at an Art College: and am completely infatuated with fabric, and the art of putting pieces of it together. I looked back at alot of pictures from my past recently, for a project I had to do for a photoshop course, crazy i know...and i barely recognize the perrson in the pictures. Granted, I do look a bit different, more than that, i was different. I am different. I wear bling jackets and stilettos now, but feel completely at ease in my chacos and pajamas.
Every summer I am thrown into the middle of nowhere to work at an amazing summer camp, telling little kids about the love of Christ, and help them with their butterfly stroke. I can honestly say my heart is with there, at Kanakuk. I am teaching 2nd and 3rd graders the Bible, and acting a fool most of the time. I am an RA, though I am not taken very seriously, and have a Disney princess palace as a dorm room. I try to leave silly mom like notes on my resodents doors to make them feel loved, and I think i am a bit too silly around them. John Piper, Ravi Zacharias, CS Lewis, and Bruce O'niel are my heros. Scripture Ninjas. I am trying to become a champion at Bible Challenge, but am continually defeated by my mother.
I went from crimson red hair, to brown, to platinum blonde, and now to barely any hair at all.
The mountain men have yet to start knocking on my door. And may not ever. I suppose I am just different that way. But I pray that they do one day, or atleast one does. Because I want 7 kiddos, and last time I checked the stork was retired. I dont really plan on ever finding a mountain man at an Art College though. Plus I dont really have any free time.
I still wear my footie pajamas, little girl underwear, and tun around dancing like a fool. Only now I have tap shoes in which to do the dancing. Sequins are my favorite. I have yet to develop an appropriate diet. 1 course actual food, 5 course dessert. Somethings never change I suppose. Physically I think I look the same, or atleast similar. I think my muscles got bigger, or I lost baby fat. I dunno which. But maybe I will endorse fitness products on the side when I am older. Or maybe I will have babies and get a chest. Probably not.
My precious cat Thor is still the love of my life. The one who understands me most, besides my sweet Jesus.
Life is amazing. Life is so Joyous. Life is so Surprising.