Dazed ad Confused. And Mildly Nervous.

Hi. 

It's been a while. Well, about three years to be exact which is basically my entire high school career.

I am writing this because it is a Wednesday Summer night at exactly one minute past midnight and I am extremely, hopelessly bored, yet I have an urge to write.

I was on Facebook but that drained interest quite fast, and then I ventured to my old Tumblr bookmark which sped downhill immediately. I remembered quite fast the exact reason why I never used my account. Then I ended up on Google and Gmail and somehow found myself here on Blogger.

I completely forgot Freshman-me thought I would keep up with a blog. Though honestly I don't blame myself; I was obsessed with bloggers and Youtubers (I am assuming there is not a dash in that word, though my laptop seems to think so) such as Zoella and Pointlessblog. 

So, here I am, fulfilling my urge to write. 

In case there is a weird person who somehow read my old posts and is oddly seeing this, I would like you to know that I met my first love, and boyfriend of almost two years, in that same year in gym class. Romantic, I know. 

I am now best friends with my Freshman homecoming date. I mean, I was friends with him through Sophomore year, but we were not really close. Freshman year was weird in terms of that relationship. See, I thought he liked me, learned through a friend that he didn't, but he actually liked someone I didn't even know. Oh, the drama. It's all clearly written out in specific details in my diary I write in when I am feeling nostalgic at 3am. Similar to now, but whatever, it's fun. 

In other news, I am officially a Senior! Hooray! I am absolutely terrified! 

I also feel like my life will amount to nothing some nights and others I feel like I could become a Doctor Strange of the real world, so who knows where my life will take me. 

Maybe I really will make it in the blogging world. (, she says with a deafening sarcastic tone)

I was actually just looking at a girl (we will call her G) on Facebook and I was kind of just realizing like, shit. She's so mature looking. And old. And normal. How bizarre. 

This girl wore the largest and fluffiest tutu every Friday in the sixth grade. How is she wearing normal clothes, ready for college?? Go put on a tutu, G, we're not aloud to be this old yet!!

If you can't tell already, I am slightly (she says with a sarcastic tone again) struggling with the fact that I will be committed to a college where I will be immersed in a foreign world of unknown people with absolutely no clue what to do with myself. All in the next 12 months. 

Help me. Please and Thank you. (how does one balance a check? Asking for a friend.)

Um, anyways, moving on from my internal struggles of getting older...

I volunteer at a Vet Clinic! Every Monday and Wednesday, in fact. I absolutely love it and I have met some darling animals and can't stay away from them. Oh, the people are cool, too, I guess.

I am taking four AP classes next year and I truly think I will die from stress. I would like Lynyrd Skynyrd (I swear the spelling is right, laptop, you can stop freaking out) to play Free Bird at my funeral, please.

Also, I was on the cheer team through Junior year, but did not make it for my Senior year when the new coach took over. I was greatly saddened by this news, but I think I have learned to think about the opportunities this gives me, time-spending wise, during my Senior year. I am honestly kind of proud of how I handled the whole situation, considering I was pretty shook and confused. 

Okay, that is all I will say for now, since I am quite tired. Goodnight. 

Until next time, whenever I remember this blog, 

           S i n c e r e l y , 

                                          A b b e y 

            

           p.s. I bet ten bucks that I will be a Freshman in college next time around. How Ironic. 

Gif Appreciation

A y e , f a b u l o u s   p e o p l e !

Can we just...

Seriously, they're great

Who couldn't love this scene from the trailer?

I use gifs way too much. I have a whole folder containing so freaking many of them on my computer...who knows when that perfect moment will come?

They can be the best for the best ships of all time...(#caryl ALL THE WAY)

Sure, bethyl was cute in all, but really? He is like almost 40 and she was almost 20. No, sorry, just no. I know lots of people liked that ship though, so not trying to offend! 

a a a a a a n d I have saved the best for last.

You can thank me later for blessing your day with dancing Darth Vader. 

S i n c e r e l y , 

                         A b b e y

Who came up with Sadie Hawkins dances anyways?

 I ' m   b a c k ! S u p r i s e !

    Alright, so, um, a lot has happened between now and my last post(lets make a point that that was in August, aaand it's October 3rd). Once again, I am the queen of procrastination, but lets not hover over that.

    I started High school! Hooray! *awkward smile* I tried to make that cheerful, okay?

    I have honestly no c l u e why I thought it was gonna be bad. Sure, the seniors call you freshies, your teachers act like your oh-so-cute before homecoming, softmores stare at you like they are 10 years older and hate your guts-everyone, I mean-but hey, what are ya gonna do? Everyone has to be one, everyone hates 'em.

     Homecoming shall be interesting, though. Of course with my luck, it's sadie-freaking-hawkins my FRESHMAN YEAR. I'm calm, I'm calm. God it sucks though. I am so awkward! I asked one of my best guy friends, and it could not have been any less awkward. And let me just tell you that having your mom drive you is e v e n   w o r s e.

My genius self came up with the idea of waiting at his bus stop after school, Right, okay, so I get there late. Crap. The moment has gone. Driving down the street after him, who is casually walking home. We stop.

   and I quote, "******, hey, want to, uh, hoco, uh homecoming?" I stammer.

    he stares with a smirk. My heart pounds as I walk closer to him so there is no long 8 meters between us.

    "I made this sign..and I have Chik-fil-a!" I point out the obvious.
   
    He finally gets out, "yes"

    then he smiled and that made me feel better but I could f  e   e  l the awkwardness, it was insane. Then we took a picture, yada yada, etc. We are both excited and it is no longer awkward. We have a group. It will be awkward, it will be great.

    Fun, weird adolescent stories. Oh, the joy.

    First pep rally was amazing. Our stunts and our routine hit :))) was so worried...but it was amazing. I felt so tiny inside a crowd like that. Plus, you can imagine the embarrassment of doing "the whip" mid-dance because **** decided it would be funny. Sorry, ****, it wasn't funny.

 But a cheerleader has to smile, right ladies! ;)

                               S i n c e r e l y ,
                                                         A b b e y

Working out and High School

   H e l l o   a g a i n !

    Guys, this is my actual first post...dang. *does happy dance* This is a landmark for my writing. Seriously, if I were to get big one day I am going to think, "Wow, look at how weird I wrote," or something like, "Why did I think that was cool again?...."

    One day, guys, one day. Maybe no one is even reading this and I am just writing this for my own pleasure, but that's fine because that is half of why I am doing this.(p.s. if you like something, that is why you should be doing something ex not because your friends told you to or if it's 'popular'.)

   I am, in fact, enjoying this right now because I am at the beach laying on a hammock while writing this blog post as everyone else is inside sleeping, or watching TV. I know you're tired and might feel groggy but come on, sit outside at least. I am risking getting sand all up inside my laptop right now but at least I can hear the waves crashing whi--actually, hold that thought--okay someone just came outside. Good, good. Well, I was going to put this really descriptive sentence and make you jealous(I'm joking, if you are reading this I love ya already). Quick note: some lady next door just gave me this look like a mom that's disappointed in her child, but then smiled. Quite honestly it's like I can actually feel the awkwardness as she walks by.

    *two weeks later because Abbey is lazy as crap*

    Okay, so now onto one of the points I am going to make.

   I started working out!*cheering* And not just any workout like a deathly, "plan my funeral" type of workout. It is supposed to be for cheer leading but most of us are wanting to do it for individual reasons and for cheer. So far we have only gone twice for an hour each time and we have mostly done legs and arms which makes sense but I would personally like to concentrate on my core. Needless to say though, at the end of this week, I am very sore, from Tuesday and from today, which is Thursday. If I have to lift my legs for anything it hurts, stairs, on/off bed, wAlking, and if I stretch my abs in any way it hUrts. So, uh, yeah, that's my current position, ha. Can't wait for next week!*awkward thumbs up*

   Another thing is that I have my first day of freshman in year in two weeks!!!! I am inTErnaLly fReaKing oUt. I mean, yes I know half way around the school, I know some teachers, and on the cheer team, but still! You know? It's new, it's frightening, I am even to the point where I am questioning my back pack choice(is that weird?) I've picked a simple north face, if you are wondering. Ha, and guess who still hasn't read her two summer reading books? THIS GIRL! Yeah, I know, but I am like, the queen of procrastination.

    So if you are an incoming freshman and worried like me, we will get through this process together.

    Enough about me, what about you, the one reading this right now? Have you started school, are going to soon? Do I have any freshies out there in the same boat as I? Are you new at a school? Comment below, and of course I love questions, advice, ideas!

                           S i n c e r e l y ,
                                                      a b b e y

In honor of Fear The Walking Dead premiere on the 23rd, here is Carl forgetting to use a door knob...

The Beginning.

    Hello! Alright so I have had an issue where I have wanted to start something. I tried an Instagram page, Wattpad, etc. All of them just didn't work for me because I had to manage all of them, so that's when I thought well, with a blog I could merge all of them into one page!

    For my first post(instead of jumping straight into my blogs) I am going to tell you about me. Because who wants to read a blog from some chick you know nothing about, right? I know I don't. WiThOuT further ado, here is a summary of me:

    My name is Abbey Collier(yes, with an E!) and I am a ninth grader who lives in the United States. Fun Fact: I would love to live in Ireland some day. I mean, honestly, I would love to travel the world but who wouldn't, right? Anyways, I love horses(I am that kid in your class who relates everything to horses), I do archery and have a compound bow, I absoloutely love to do art as a hobby. Going back to horses, I am also an equestrian. Oh, I am also currently learning to play guitar. Yes, lots, I know. I just have so much time during the summer. Alright, pets wise I have three dogs and two cats. Don't worry, they are not all in the same house! Two of the dogs, Sasha(Siberian Husky, she is my baby) and Tucker(golden doodle), are at my dad's house while the cats, Harry and Chloe, and the third pup, Willo(greyhound but not a couch potato...) are at my mom's house! Needless to say, we love animals. Along with all of these furry friends, I also do have a human sibling, my older sister, Kelsey. Her and I are definitely your stereo-typical sibling relationship. I have learned to just ignore her-complaints about me. We love each other though, like all other people in the world.

    Okay, enough about me, but if you find me interesting or the things I like interesting you should stick around for my blog because there is a lot more of it to come! Art, guitar, writing, archery, all of that jazz.

    I would love to hear what you guys want me to blog about, too! I'd love to do it!

             ~ abbey