Abigail's Journal (30)

Well, look at that! Blogger finally decided to work! I thought for sure I'd get the same cockamamie error message I've been getting ever since I switched to the updated version. There's a lot I've been wanting to say!

So, let's see, to recap what's happened around these parts since Easter...…

I'm feeling appropriately gloomy in the last hours of this Good Friday.

   It's been a tumultuous week for my family. My dad is having severe trouble with his heart,…

I keep expecting all this time between now and when I get back to school in mid-August to be nothing but boring. And up until recently, it was. I used to dread looking at the calendar, even my lovely Glee calendar, since the vast expanse of time stretched on in so many little numbered boxes.

At least there's driving school to help fill my days.

Yes, driving…

Or is that "sew, my"? That's just a few of the funny made-up words I saw this weekend.

On Friday my mom and I drove an hour and a half north to the Grand Lake One-Stop Shop, a quilting convention of sorts, helped by my dad's cranky Garmin with a habit of mispronouncing cities (like "Bel-LEF-on-taine")

She and I both thought it was bigger than it turned out to be, and if…

March Madness has come and gone.

For me and three of my dearest dance friends, it was our very last.

Unseasonably warm temps made us all wish we'd be allowed to wear our summer costumes. As opposed to the obligatory long-sleeved winter ones. After all, as a rule, summer costumes are used for the first time of the season at A World A'Fair, a relentlessly musical multiculti…

It's January. Currently I'm snowed in, and I don't even have CRN Regionals at the end of the month to look forward to this year. The college life, don't you know.

 Just for fun, here's a poll based on that timeless favorite "Would You Rather..." game.

Would You Rather Dance*

*in a feis, at practice, just for fun

1. "St. Patrick's Day"…

My apologies to James Pierpont, author of "Jingle Bells", and for any abuse of rhythm, timing or grammar in my narration of an unfortunate mishap this evening in Barnes and Noble.



(sung to popular tune you should know by now)

Reading in a bookstore's chair

on a mid-December night,

I loved the quiet there,

but gave myself a fright



by reading stories of

ghost sightings in our state.

A man behind me dropped a book;

what happened next was…

As the title suggests, this post is to unveil the latest of my journaling escapades.

You may be wondering why I didn't choose the more-traveled Road of Assonance and Alliteration...you know, Academic Adventures, or Scholastic Sagas, or even Dorm Dramas. (I'm hoping that last one, while admittedly more fun to…

I dance Irish...

-Because I hated ballet.

-For the lessons. Not the ones you pay for, but the ones you learn,…

My top ten Irish dance moments...ten among many. You won't "get" some of these if you weren't there, then with the people involved, but what's the harm in posting for memory's sake?

Dance is more than trebles, cuts and leaps. It's more than placings, trophies and medals…

Watching a friend take center stage

is satisfying.

It's fun to watch the crowd's reaction

to her seamless rhythm, graceful leaps…

Hi, everyone! It's been a while since my last blog post. Two feisanna have come and gone, with no more scheduled until early May, and our fabulously successful Las Vegas-themed fundraiser was staged mid-February. 

 Our attention now turns to a…

To my faithful readers: I'm sorry I've been so absentee lately! College, you know...

I promise I will finish my Dracula blog, but I left most of my unfinished files on a flash drive that I proceeded to leave in a classroom and never see again. Rest assured, it will get done!

In the meantime, why not check out my adventures this weekend in Philadelphia this past weekend in my next post, Remembering Rince Ri?

As always, thanks for…

I know what you’re thinking: what happened last night? Nothing half so interesting as what you’re imagining, I’m sure. No, the significance of the title has nothing to do with the night before, but everything to do with a glorious realization: tonight’s the last night we’re practicing in the rehearsal space! This weekend and next week we’ll be in the…