I just found the greatest new word

Chthonic!

chthonic THONE-ik, adjective:

Dwelling in or under the earth; also, pertaining to the underworld

“Driven by dæmonic, chthonic Powers.”
— T.S. Eliot
“The chthonic divinity was essentially a god of the regions under the earth; at first of the dark home of the seed, later on of the still darker home of the dead.”
— C. F. Keary
“The chthonic imagery of Norine’s apartment, which..was black as a coalhole and heated by the furnace of the hostess’ unslaked desires.”
— M. McCarthy
“Two great and contrasted forms of ritual: the Olympian and the Chthonic, the one a ritual of cheerful character, the other a ritual of gloom, and fostering superstition.”
Chthonic comes from khthón, the Greek word for earth.

Yeah, it’s great, right. I get Dictionary.com’s word of the day on my gmail account. It’s pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. I wish that Urban Dictionary would do that. Maybe they do. I don’t really know.

So, I feel like writing about happy things, since the last post that I had was not happy in the least, and the last week and a half have gone by SO SLOWLY. It feels like it’s been a month, which is weird, because the rest of the summer has gone by absurdly fast. Bumbershoot’s on monday! Yay! That’s one happy thing.

Okay, happy thing #2: my favorite cousin and her husband are coming over tomorrow to stay with us for a couple days. They live in Kentucky and we just found out that she’s pregnant. Yay!

Um, hm. Oh! Well, this started out sucky, but now it’s not! My phone died. *Tear* But I found my old one so now I can send all my old photos from my phone to my email. Yay! And I can call people. Double yay! So I need many phone numbers, because I don’t remember them all off the top of my head.

Well, I think I should go to bed now, since I have to work at 9, and I’d like to sleep. But tomorrow will be a good day, because my manager isn’t working. Roger will be the only groomer, which always makes it a better work day. It’s much more chill when my manager isn’t there.

Oh, and I found my earphones. Triple yay!

And holy crap, I almost forgot, Obama chose Joe Biden as his running mate. Hells yes and infinite yay!

❤ Abby

I had a right to be worried.

I was right the first time. I knew it was coming, and I’m fine. I don’t have a lot of time to say much. I’m going to work pretty soon, but I didn’t want to leave this last post here, because it’s definitely not the newest update on the situation.

It’s done.

Fin.

I’m a singleton now.

❤ Abby

I feel a little better

I think I just freaked out the other day. Being around a certain situation got to my head, and now, after being at work for 3 days this week and class for two, it’s brought me back down to earth. I’m no longer worried.

And I want to go bowling.

I really do. I think I will tomorrow, after Ryan and I go to Play Buffet in Tacoma. I get to see Yoshiko again! Maybe I can take Ryan bowling too. Mom has free tickets that she got at the PHS auction last year. That way, I don’t have to pay for ANYTHING. I have my own shoes and my own ball. Free night out, boo yeah!

So if anyone feels like going, get your own ride, because my car’s full. Sort of.

My boss is hilarious. Not hilarious in the sense that she has a wicked sense of humor and genius comedic timing. No, my boss is a grown mother of two, and she still acts like she’s 14 years old. Today, she comes up to me and says, “Abby, you were here wednesday and thursday, right?” I said. “I was here thursday, why?” “Well, I’ve heard and… are people talking bad about me?”

Seriously.

Is this high school?

No, this is Petco.

Petco, where I have to have my manager check my purse for stolen items before I leave because of a stupid mistake that one of our former employees made. She shoplifted something, hid it in the garbage, and later when she went to go take that garbage out, she tried to steal it. How desperate do you have to be to try to sneak something from a pet store out in a trash bag?

Pretty darn.

So now we’re just short of a freaking frisking before we leave for lunch.

It’s hilarious.

And not hilarious in the ROFLMAO way, but in the WTF way.

❤ Abby

I’m confused

I don’t know what I’m feeling lately. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, because I don’t know how to deal with this.

It’s been 100 days exactly. 100 days and I’ve felt something that I’ve never felt before, but I don’t know what to do.

Why?

How?

What?

❤ Abby

I feel like I’ve been holding out on you people

I’ve been holding out on blogging for ummm…11 days!

That’s too long. Once a week is even seldom. I’m sorry.

I just got back from McMinnville this morning at 2. We started driving at 10:30 and it took us almost 4 hours to get home, but it could have been that we were in the middle of nowhere. A very pretty nowhere, but still…nowhere. We got lost on the way there, and I felt horrible that we missed Alicia and Jerith’s rehearsal. We didn’t leave until 3, but that wasn’t my fault. I was just the chauffeur at this point, so they couldn’t really blame me so much.

We went to McMinnville for Jerith and Alicia’s wedding. They are two of Ryan’s friends and roommates, and Ryan was the best man. So naturally, the best man needed a date. But funny enough, I didn’t really get to see Ryan much at all in the day and a half that we were there. I did all the girl stuff, even though I wasn’t a bridesmaid, I went everywhere with them. It was fun to hang out with a bunch of girls for a change. I haven’t gotten to do that in awhile. My two best friends have either been living on a rock or busy as hell, and my friends from school are two far away to drive down for one night after work. So girl time was refreshing. We ate chocolate and colored in coloring books and watched Horton Hears a Who, and I followed Alicia around to get her hair and nails done. It was much more relaxing that blowing leaves up a hill, which is what the boys were doing.

What was also refreshing was the fact that this wasn’t such a traditional wedding. It wasn’t large, it wasn’t super long, it wasn’t really catered, and it was in the woods in a middle of nowhere, right past the reindeer farm. Nothing against the two weddings that I’ve been to in the last year, but I was getting sick of country and cliched oldies for wedding music. Alicia, Mallory and I actually got to pick all the songs that played, because Alicia came up with a genius (and cheap!) way to get all the music that she wanted. She just rented a sound system and hooked her computer up to it. We had everything from “I Won’t Dance” by Frank Sinatra, “The Way I Am” by Ingrid Michaelson, to “Harder Better Faster Stronger” by Daft Punk. It was pretty awesome. Speaking of “I Won’t Dance,” this was the best. Apparently in Jerith’s family, it’s a tradition for the groom to dance with one of his groomsmen, so Ian and Jerith got out on the dance floor and really danced to “I Won’t Dance.” It was hilarious, with all the dips and spins and swaying. I’d say it was worth driving a half an hour to get anywhere that whole day.

So we left at 10:30 and got back to Ryan and Rob’s house at 2, followed by the rest of the guys who came with Jerith’s brother, Joe. It was a house full of 8 guys and me. Wonderful. I didn’t stay very long today after we all woke up, since they had plenty of stuff to do, as did I. One being: take a shower. Two being: feed my fish.

All of this wedding business has got me thinking a lot about how I want my wedding to be like. It’s got me thinking about a lot of stuff.

❤ Abby

P.S. Oh, and Pineapple Express was the SHIT!