Abbey's Life: A Comedic Tragedy in Three Parts

I created this blog well over a year ago, when I was suddenly caught up in the concept of the thing as it became, in a word: "trendy." Hypocrite that I apparently am, I joined the trend--a habit I constantly profess a certain hostility towards--and "blogged." I feel I should point out (as if it is not already blatantly obvious) that I say blogged as a singular activity. I did not, per say, participate in the activity of blogging as I only ever posted once. Now, however, I return to the venture with renewed vigor! I cannot, and therefore will not, claim to have approached this second attempt entirely of my own volition, and well, as a matter of fact it's kind of a funny story...and given that it is my blog after all, I figure I can go ahead and tell it, whether you like it or not--so there reader! Anyway-- now that I've unofficially gotten carried away--let's get back to the point, or rather, the story. I was having a conversation with my friend Lu the other day (via text messaging as I am, of course, an American teenager after all) when she suggested I create a blog, since, supposedly, I am prone to expressive anecdotes, have an apparent tendency for ranting, and a natural inclination toward sarcasm, and dry and dark humor, all of which she believes makes me amusing.Flattered of course, but ever the business woman, I went on to tell her that as a matter of fact, I already had a blog, but hadn't really been very active on the "blogosphere" since creating it over a year ago. With this, of course, she insisted I make a second attempt of it, and, in response, I employed one of those wonderful qualities of mine she had so flattered in her persuasion, sarcasm. I described how I could almost picture it myself..."Abbey's Life: A Comedic Tragedy in Three Parts." Thus, the name of this entry was born in nostalgic commemoration of that charming discussion that started it all over again, and brought me back to that lost art of... BLOGGING!!!
...yes I was being sarcastic again, do try and keep up, dear reader, won't you?
Well, it could now reasonably be claimed you have officially experienced one of my charming little rants that in a way inspired my return..and will likely inspire your abrupt abandonment of my blog, but if for some reason you do decide to come back, you are hereby assured I will at least attempt to be more loyal to my own pursuit here, so hopefully there will eventually be other blog posts to follow this one. Until then, dearest reader, Farewellings!
-Abbey

While in Discussion with the Sky...

Every year around August eleventh there is a meteor shower, so for a couple of nights a person has seemingly unlimited opportunities to make a wish on a "shooting star." Being a wishful person myself I awaited the prospect this year with anxious anticipation. This year especially I had need, regardless of the effectiveness of this method, I knew it would be comfort enough just to indulge in the childlike hope of it. Such a week it has been that I had nearly forgotten about it until Thursday night as I stepped outside to enjoy the semi-new back deck. I moved to the front porch as that faced the direction the meteor shower was predicted to be. I sat for quite a time before seeing a single meteor, so long in fact I started to believe that perhaps the sky was simply too polluted for me to see it from my front yard. After the first meteor I ran into the house to tell my mother, no doubt missing several other meteors in the process. Having returned to the porch still filled with that odd indescribable rush this small wonder had given me, I found myself silently willing the sky to show me another. How odd to think looking back, but there I was actually bargaining with the sky--or perhaps God. Well, regardless, I suppose it worked, for mere moments after I asked I was granted another wish. With the joy of this new-found success, I became more persuasive. Though I had promised I would heed my mother's urging and retire, I could not help myself, after all, even genies give you three wishes why should I now be limited to just two? It could hardly be considered fair--at least for the sake of my argument. I was given four wishes that night--perhaps the surplus to make up for the prior seeming injustice. Last night I was given just one more while I attended the Jack Johnson concert... perhaps Friday the thirteenth is not so unkind after all.