Remember when you were 12 and you and your friends would exchange e-mail personality quizzes? Or you’d post them on your baby MySpace or Xanga pages? Well, this is kind of like that. Except for semi-grown-up bloggers. (Found at the lovely blog The Lighthouse Keeper.)

Ambition: To live on a small working farm with my husband and raise a few children and a pack of dogs. I would also like to continue my education as a writer and editor, whether that includes graduate school or moving up the publishing industry ladder.
Bad habit: Judging people or things extremely quickly. Flying into microscopic rages when tiny things don’t go my way.
City: Well, Charlottesville, because we love it here, but I think my spirit city is Denver. I adore Denver. I think my body gets a rush of endorphins whenever I remember my summer there.
Drink: Tea, of course!
Education: B.A., summa cum laude, English and Journalism, UNC-Chapel Hill. Currently engaging in wishful thinking about a master’s degree in English.
Food: Mainly fruit. Not enough vegetables, but I eat them daily (lately, we’re into asparagus, kale, potatoes, and bell peppers). I could also live on a steady diet of pasta and cheese.

Guilty pleasures: Trawling breed rescue agencies for dogs I can’t yet adopt. And Justin Timberlake.
Hometown: Charlotte, North Carolina, although I tend to claim Davidson, because it’s more interesting and it’s where my parents currently live.
Ice cream: The Four C’s from Chaps Ice Cream on the downtown mall (chocolate, cherries, chocolate chips). Or anything that involves chocolate.
Jonesing for: A dog! Or an unlimited supply of perfect watermelon.

Kryptonite: Puppies.
Lookalike: Hm. I don’t know. My theory is that people can’t really differentiate the faces of women with curly hair, and so that’s why people tell me I look like Emmy Rossum or Keri Russell. It’s just because we all have curly hair. We don’t actually share a resemblance. I wish my lookalike was Gwyneth. Or SWINTON.

Movie: The Royal Tenenbaums will always have my heart, 100 percent.
Nicknames: Abba, Shabbage, Shabbarge, Flabby, Shabs, Abigail, Abberini, Abs, Bob.
Obsession: Making lists. Dogs. Reading, reading, reading.
Perfume: I don’t wear it that often, but my sisters got me a bottle of perfume from the Tokyo Milk line called French Kiss. I like it. It makes me feel glamorous.
Quirk: Pulling my ears back like a dog when someone makes me angry.
Regrets: Not being more open-minded and generous in high school.
Starbucks: No, thanks.
Talent: Reading! I can read real good.

University: UNC-Chapel Hill.
Vacation: Anywhere in the mountains. We live in the Blue Ridge mountains now, but I still can’t get enough of them. My perfect place is a great field at the foot of a row of folded mountains.
Wine: Malbec or a dry white wine. I still can’t remember the names of the white wines I actually like…
X: X to living in fear.
Years: 23.

Zen: I have a few notions of zen. 1) Outdoors with my husband and my (future) dog; 2) Reading or writing in a room of my own; 3) The Compline service at the Chapel of the Cross.
OK, now it’s your turn. Go! See, isn’t it fun to be in middle school again?
Thanks, Abby. I enjoyed reading this! Only thing is, when I was 12 we were passing around these things on paper: no internet back then! Sometimes I forget how old I am (but oh, how young I feel!)
I too hunt the adoptable dogs lists online while I wait to move into a home where we can finally welcome one into our family! Serious business it is, and so heartbreaking at the same time!
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