Abby Elizabeth Oasen's Aliases

Your movie star name: Raspberries George

Your fashion designer name is Abby Berlin

Your socialite name is Boo Boo Funkytown

Your fly girl / guy name is A Oas

Your detective name is Seal Eahs

Your barfly name is Cheese Beer

Your soap opera name is Elizabeth Baker

Your rock star name is Musketeers Light
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happenings on the 28th that didn't waste my life:

fluffing my featherbed.
scones with mel and brisk morning air.
impromptu nicole eyehump and giggling.
awful metaphor building with steph.
halfway sleeping next to eric.

everything else that happened on the 28th can go right ahead and die and a half.

advice:
don't ever write a paper saying that a ( Read more... )

it's a little freezing outside, but it's so sunny.
oh march, you're so deceptive...

onto other things, because they are happening.
i've been writing a lot this semester.
my advanced writers studio class was stupid-o, more of a survey than a studio really.
we revolted, had a mutiny, a coup, whathaveyou.
the class is better now, but the teacher is ( Read more... )

oh my goodness! it's been ages.
whatever am i to do with you, livejournal?
i know...i know.

so what's happened since i last wrote in you...around finals...
i did well on those, by the way.
go me.

i had winter break.
i utilized winter break.
i finished winter break.

so i'm back here.
my classes are pretty bunk:
advanced german language study
advanced writer' ( Read more... )

hi finals.
i see you're back.
couldn't keep away from me, eh?
i understand.
i smell good.

1 geography lab exam.
1 geography lecture exam.

1 ten page paper for tolstoy and dostoevsky.
half of the brothers karamozov left to read.

1 portfolio for creative nonfiction.

1 take home exam for american lit ii.

all of this, i can handle.
this semester, sparknotes ( Read more... )

oh my poor little baby!
it's been days and days and days since i've spun words inside of you...

not unlike the genitalia of pubescent teenagers, things are changing.
tingling even.

the state of my writing, i fear, is in grave danger.
not having to write poetry is not allowing me time to write poetry.
i've been really working on my creative nonfiction ( Read more... )

oh oh oh.
how good it is.
my year.

i may be extraordinarily busy.
superhumanly busy, even.
but i'm also incredibly happy.
everything's going so well!

so here are things i've written lately.

[It began in physics, but I felt
we always had good chemistry.]

Hazardous chemicals have always left me shaking, and I guess that's what you do, too.
If you were H2O ( Read more... )

because i can't leave well enough alone, i've taken the liberty of making that last poem i entered into a prose poem.
deal with it, kids.

Bedroom Eyes

Two nights I watched his lazy drunken swagger coming down the fluorescent path of the hallway.  Every few minutes he’d move thismuchcloser to my bed, ten times nearer than I ever ( Read more... )

i'm working on this...

[we refer to ourselves in third person]

the place on my pillow
where you pressed the thin
whip of your body still
holds you, lingering on the
yellow linen like vintage
day-old secrets taped behind
antiqued mirrors and dresser
drawers, cradling your
specific scent in the
early morning cool.

if you weren't quite so
perfect, if your hair
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if i could be any kind of animal, i think i would go with being a centaur.
and i have really good, rational reasons behind my choice.
ready?
go.

1) i'd be half human, half horse. so even if my ass was huge and hairy, the woman in me would keep it well groomed and smelling like milk and honey. plus i'd be able to keep my breasts, which is great. t' ( Read more... )