abby vanduker, 20, oklahoma

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invisible children
charity: water
liberty in north korea

my poor baby accidentally got into my parents’ much larger dog’s pain meds.

after forcing him to vomit most of it up, he’s still a little miserable and loopy ragdoll. 
it’s going to be a long night for mama. poor little thing.

i’ve spent this-evening: watching new girl, drinking excessive amounts of tazo zen tea, working on a philosophy thesis, twirling around in my new little black dress, baking a lasagna, reading the steve jobs biography, trying to fight off another headache, nursing my permanently sore throat. 

i have shared an unnamed disease with my granny from birth, and quite honestly, it’s just exhausting. it makes me sick to fuss about such things as i am so blessed to have access to the medications and doctors that have kept me living a relatively normal life for the last nineteen years, for such things i am forever indebted. yet sometimes, it gets the better of me and i am left feeling a bit hopeless. this is one of those times.

my little oliver sleeping soundly next to me is the sweetest. i love him something terrible. off to read until sleep.

xxxxx.

A U.S. soldier with the 10th Special Forces Group and his dog leap off the ramp of a CH-47 Chinook helicopter during water training over the Gulf of Mexico as part of exercise Emerald Warrior on March 1.

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oliver got a haircut today and is now bald.

Day 12: 12/1/10

The (almost) dead seal.

Due to it reaching above forty degrees yet again today, Oliver and I went out in the backyard for a bit this afternoon. He finally figured out how to squeak his little red ball. Such a feisty little thing.

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

Today has been exhausting.

I’m in a much better mood than I was earlier: I survived a test and class, didn’t get a parking ticket when my meter ran out, put more money on someone else’s meter that was about to run out, got Taco Bell, started making Oliver a glove monster, bought a new beanie at Target for $1.50, and have a relatively easy evening ahead of me.

The fact my Ray-Bans are gone is still bothering me, though. I value belongings of mine like that much more than the retail value. Fuck you, whoever has them now. I hope you at least realize how difficult of a purchase that was for me (I know you don’t).

I need a job. I really need a job.
It just scares me, and shit, you know? I’m already so stressed out and short on time. I don’t know how I could handle a job on top of my school work right now (which is really lame on my part). I’m thinking about calling a coworker from this summer and seeing if she thinks I have a chance of getting a few hours working the front desk there.

This is going to make me sound like a bitch supreme, but I am head-over-heels in love with how threatened you feel by me. I would be too if I looked like you do, and even more so had your hideous personality. Unattractive on the outside can be seen through, but when you’re evil to the core…
My advice to you? Stay away from me (and keep your boyfriend even farther, right? ‘Cause I’m not in a perfectly stable, happy, non-abusive long-term relationship, or anything…). It’s for your own good. Keep talking shit. You amuse me.

Pink Floyd is SO. DAMN. GOOD.
I’ve been listening to them from a time before I could even speak, but they still continue to amaze me. Always.

P.S. I want to see The Blind Side.

The banana nut muffins in my oven need to bake faster.

I took a “personal” day off today, I just needed the break (even though I have almost no class on M/W/F) and didn’t feel very good to begin with.
It feels like someone keeps punching me in the stomach. Yay.

Oliver won’t stop barking.
I really, really, really like the name Paxton. I don’t know why. It’s adorable.
I want a comfy bed. I hate mine.

It’s incredible how much my mood can change in not just a matter of 24 hours, but only a few short minutes. I absolutely despise roller coaster mood days, I’d much rather have a really bad day than one where I go from good to bad to good to bad to good to bad.

It’s after talks like those that it’s all I can do to control my excitement for the future. Our future.
It still doesn’t make everything before it go away though…

I actually had a lot of fun babysitting Lauren (who is 2), Devin (2), and Trevor (4 and a half) with Taylor on Saturday night. Little kids are the best once you accept the fact you have to let go of some of your sanity.

I really want this bag, and London + Paris to arrive sooner. I need to get away from all of Ugly America.

If you hate the taste of wine, why do you drink it until you’re blind?
And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares, how come you say it like you’re right?

Good morning, earth.

Today is:
laundry / breakfast / get ready
drive to Dallas with Taylor + Parker
lunch / dinner with peoples
BLINK-182. AGAIN. IN THE SAME MONTH.

So stoked.
GO GO GO!