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More adventures with Abby. We are excellent at trespassing on rice fields and such.

Nothing like being home for Christmas and being constantly smacked by the fact you once again live forty minutes away from all of your friends. Oh, holidays. I got a quill pen for Christmas, and it is fun with which to write. My friend sewed that floral-ish bow tie in the background for me, and burning all that incense gave me headache. It is almost time to go back to the university, and I am finally (after three weeks of despising the idea) comfortable with scooting on back to my dorm. But, besides being lonely on occassion, I have been doing my four favorite things for the last month: eating, sleeping, reading, and visiting with dear chums. I may not be doing the same next year, so today I will revel in the camaraderie that may not exist for me next Christmas.

Christmas. It means a seven hour drive to Santa Barbara, Rush Limbaugh rants, and no leg room. It also means I get to have good wine, good coffee, and Yorkshire tea. I'm not sure if the latter makes the former worth it though.

Boom baby.
This is Abigail/Abby/Gabby/Gabs/The Ab-blaster, despite the fact that she claims, "I don't have any abs though." We don't believe her. I love going on private property. It always has the neatest stuff.

Hello...if anybody is out there. I am a lazy bastard with the photograph-taking. This is me, some rings, my D3000, and a grandpa sweater that I found at a lovely little thriftstore. In the back you can view my crowded abode. Yes, I dwell on the top bunk and yes, I have fallen off while attempting to get down in the middle of the night. I am busy with schooling, writing, abroad-applying, travelling, chumming, musicing, and living; and pictures hereto may very well reflect that.