No, I didn't just bitch slap your creative spirit.

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."

- Chuck Palahniuk


I'm Abbie. 17, strange, usually lots of fun.

I like photography and music and beautiful things. Reconnecting with old friends, finger painting, weird foods from different countries, long plane flights especially at night & over oceans, playing guitar, driving, acting a fool in public when I'm with friends, proper grammar, medical textbooks;

I don't like misspellings, repeating myself, bad hair days, uncomfortable bras, speed limits, paintings that are hung unevenly, unwashed clothes, wasps, people with attitude problems.
~ Friday, April 2 ~
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And another thing, no I wont be your taxi.

So my friends don’t have cars because they either don’t have a license (nicole), or they aren’t old enough to drive (amber). They both keep pestering me to like find parties for us to go to and shit and I keep turning them down because they always call when I’m already hanging out with Kyle. And he hates my friends basically. But yeah.

Amber calls tonight and is all “Abbie what are you doing?” Me- hanging out with Kyle.

Amber- Ew are yall doing it?

Me- no why the hell would I answer the phone if we were?

Amber- are yall bored?

Me- No.

Amber- Oh. Want to get messed up tonight? We have someone who bought us stuff but we can’t go pick it up because we don’t have a car blah blah blah. 

Me- That actually wasn’t on my agenda but thanks. I’ll just talk to you later. *Click*

Why do I put up with this crap? Dude I just need some friends that are more mature and dont always just want to do stupid shit. I need some female friend who is interested in being a clam with me sometimes. I need some clam time and my current friends arent the right people for the job. Of course, Kyle. But still. I need atleast one calm female friend. Bahhh. Like a sheep.

There has to be more to high school than sex, partying and gossip. Right?