Baby, baby, baby, oh!

My Saturday has been truly enjoyable.
No prom for me, unfortunately, but I spent the day how I wanted to spend it.
Woke up at ten, did some stuff,
Then my bud I haven't seen in four whole months came over and I drove us to the movies.
He and I saw Fast Five.

Highly recommended film. I was kind of worried I wouldn't know what was going on, considering I'm not exactly up to date on all of the other F&F movies, but I loved it. I think sitting in the very center, in the very front row was a big help. Lots of guns and lots of cars. Mmmm.

There was a lot of women too, but I'm not into that.

...& Vin Diesel is one ugly mothertrucker. So I liked the guns and the cars. Bang bang bang. Vroooooom.

My day also consisted of Target & Dunhams, how fun.

Did you know Target sells singing Justin Bieber dolls? I'm not a fan but ohmygosh I want that toy.

See, now, it's only 11 and I'm crazy tired..

..but I can't stop smiling.

Hmmm...

A new love

2:16, the bell rings for school to leave.
I drive two of my bratty yet delightful friends home.
It's just super fun because they bitch at each other the whole way.
Anyways, I get home.
No one is home. No one is picking up their phone, either.
Sweet.
I grab some Pringles, and turn on the Tv.

I found myself watching a movie about John Lennon on VH1.
Is the H supposed to be capitalized in "VH1"?

I never really got into the Beatles before, but now, I can't stop listening to them.
Weird?

This is my wallpaper on my phone now.


Moving on.

This weekend, I'm going to see Fast Five. I don't know what it's about, or who is in it, but it's supposed to be really good.

Uhm, I don't really have anything else to say. Want to see a picture?

I know you do, stupid question.

THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND

This one's for you, Gretchen Wieners.

Mean girls.
I did the spring fling speech for my one minute monologue in drama.
I even brought a crown to bust up and throw at people, but it was the worst bendy piece of crap accessory ever.
$1.48, well spent.

I love drama class. I took speech class before this and I love drama a lot more. I can't act or anything, but it's whatever. It's ridiculous and humorous and is an awesome way to end my school day. I'll be bummed when this class ends.

Next year, I'm taking psychology and French II. I doubt either will be as ridiculous or as humorous as speech/drama, but French is pretty entertaining in itself. The class makes me feel like I'm in first grade and I've met a few really awesome people in that class.

Psych, now, I don't know anything about that class. My friend Nic said that sociology is better, but I'm saving that for Senior year. Blaf I'm getting old.

Wasn't I ten years old like last week?
Nope, I was sixteen, but it sure doesn't feel like it.

Oh, my best pal Emily might be posting on here sometime soon when I don't have time. Possibly even some racist rants coming from her, but she means it in the nicest way possible... odd?

I have to read A Raisin in the Sun.

dgtfhjukhgtfrthjukhgfhjk

the best of times

i love mexican restaurants
even if the food sucks,
the decor never fails to entertain.

sweet

I didn't go to school today!
I slept until noon.
Gosh, I'm lucky. (:

Then I got ready,
went to the school's talent show.
Everyone was WAY more talented than I,
and I'm freaking jealous.


I can't get it to turn off the italics! What the h.


Oh,wait. There we go.

So, as I sit here on my bed, Family Guy babbling in the background, I end my day confused and mildly pissed off.

Confused because these two people in my life claim the other is lying. The tricky part is that they're both providing sufficient evidence to prove that the other is lying, but they can't both be lying. Blaf.

Pissed off because.. oh my god, italics? I didn't even click the stupid button. Geez. Anyway, p.o'ed because this person I really looked up to turned out to be a total b word, and he's a guy. Super stuck-up, too. You aren't cool as cool as you think you are mister.

Now I'm being forced off my laptop because my mom doesn't like the light of it on while she's watching a movie. SWEET.

Blogging.

There aren't enough hours in the day.

'A bus full of ugly people met an accident, all of them died. Before entering heaven, they have given one wish, the first said: "make me beautiful" and it happened. The rest followed the same wish, when it came to the last person he was laughing. The voice asked him: why are you laughing? what is your wish? The last person answered: make them all ugly again!'

that bastard

<3

I'm being stalked.

True story.

Anyway. Happy Tuesday.
Tomorrow is a holiday. My pal Jen's birthday.
She'll be sixteen.
I don't celebrate the typical 420 way, just so you know.

Something about me: I am intrigued by the treatment of illness in the past. Like, more than fifty years ago. Mental illness in particular.

I want to visit this place terribly.

Waverly Hills Sanatorium

It's a shutdown tuberculosis hospital. It's supposedly haunted. They do tours and such. Iwannago.
Gosh I sound so morbid. :|

Right. Rainbows, sunshine, and unicorns... and glitter.
Lots of glitter. Less morbid.

au revoir♥

Super duper

DAY 2 son
If you're reading this, you must be pretty cool in my book, because I don't give out the link to just anybody.

Today was Monday, apparently.
I started off my day waking up an hour and a half late and just barely making it to school on time.
I knew my reckless driving skills would come in handy someday.

I shocks me still to this day that I even possess my driver's license, because, ya know.
I suck.
I shan't elaborate, however, because that would simply cause unnecessary embarrassment for me and god knows my dear friends cause enough of that for me.

Okay, I do it to myself a lot too.
Excuse me if I make really loud observations about tacky bumper stickers while the owner of said tacky bumper sticker is 5 feet away. Whatever if I make myself rediculous because I try too gosh darn hard sometimes.
But hey. I'm kind of a loud mouth.
& I don't think before I speak.

Not blabbing secrets wise, (pinky promises are legitimate, ALWAYS,) but if someone is talking down to me, they can't not expect me to come back at them with something.

Gets me in a lot of trouble sometimes. Especially with my parents and substitute teachers.

Don't get me wrong, however. So many people have the wrong idea about me. Ask some people, and they say, "Oh, I love Ashley! She's so sweet!" While on the other hand, some people say, "Gross. Bitch." I just stand my ground, that's all. I was always taught not to sit back and take it, or you're not going to get anywhere in life.

On a more positive note...

L0oOkit @zePUPPY(;Gawd I L<3VE CuteovrLoadDotCom!

If you talk like you're still on MySpace,
go buy a dictionary. Brat.

Words Of Wisdom From Lil' Wayne!

"safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex, cuz you don't want that late text, that, 'I think I'm late' text"

Adios.

Attack of the ash.

Blogging.
Oh dear.
According to Urban Dictionary, the definition of blogging is:

'Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives'

I am in love with this idea. I just lack the motivation and/or time to continue to do so on a regular basis.

It's my goal, though. Seeing as this is my very first post, I'd like to tell you a bit about myself.

My name is Ashley.
I'm a teenager.
I go to school.
My favorite color is Caribbean blue.

Disappointed? I did say I'd tell you a bit about myself. Not a novel.
Not yet, at least.

I see blogging as an outlet, one to tell you about school, myself, my family & friends, and all the awesome things that I do.

Oh, and I mean awesome.
Maybe someday, I'll post a link on Facebook for all to view.

Maybe not.

I'll let you go now, I do hate lengthy blog posts. Believe me guys, no one is reading all 17 paragraphs you wrote. Just saying.

I miss my longer hair :(