so long, farewell

Hey peeps!

So the whole blogger thing just hasn't been doing it for me lately, you know? I think I'm just tired of seeing posts that I wrote when I was 15 ready for a change.

Anywho, I recently discovered this beautiful thing called WordPress.

It's kind of like the love child of Tumblr and Blogger. And I love it. (Also, I have my own domain name, whoo!)

So, if you're interested in continuing to read my extraordinarily inarticulate rants/following my bad life decisions, feel free to check me out here.  (You can subscribe via email, if you don't have a WordPress account.)

So yeah, that's really about it.

Catch you on the flipside,

Tress (aka Abby)

warning: 3 am ramblings of a senioritis plagued adolescent ahead

I can't wait to be finished with school. I am so ready to move beyond memorizing equations and Spanish verb conjugations. 

When I look at things happening around the world {see labor camps in North Korea, the conflict minerals crisis in the Congo, etc.} my heart literally aches. I want it all to change. 

The tragedies that these people are facing all over the world -- on a daily basis no less -- are heartbreaking and sobering. All of that makes high school seem very superficial and insignificant, you know? 

But honestly, I'm not even 100% sure what I want to do yet, post graduation. {Though I do know that it includes many years of further education.} I have yet to encounter a degree that adequately prepares you for a future career in politics, disease eradicating, and warlord destroying. At least not one that can be neatly packaged in a four to eight year career plan. 

Prayers for my future advisers would be appreciated. Because the closer and closer I get to actually beginning college, the more and more it looks like I actually want to be Ironman. 

Sounds about right. But don't forget the part about warlord destroying, Tony. 

~ Abby

p.s. I mostly wrote this post because I made my housing deposit today, and requested my roommate for the 2014-2015 school year. So I am more than a bit excited. Just in case you were wondering. 

p.p.s. You also might want to pray for said future roommate. I have a feeling that negotiating closet space rights with her might become somewhat of an issue, what with all of my fancy mechanical suits and whatnot.