The Nicest Thing

Sorry for not posting.

Summer.
I miss my friends.
I made new friends.
I'm up until 4:30 every night.
I fell in love...


I love summer.
<3

Sure he lives 140 miles away, but I guess things always work out how they're supposed to.

:)

symbolism?

I'll tell you how I feel using robots.

Robots are super, they make me smile.

However, it always seems like somewhere down the line, someone messes up...
and the robot develops, hatred, if you will. Maybe anger is a better word. Disappointment. Boredom.

I don't want that to happen this time.
I don't want to mess this up.

Sorry guys, you know I'm crazy.

It would all make sense if you were me!
You only wish you could be so stunningly cool;)

strictly business

Why are there blogs? Why do people blog? Why do I blog?
I'm afraid it just doesn't make any sense.

These are from this website.

Yo momma so dumb she studied for a drug test!

Yo momma so fat, the last time she saw 90210 was on the scale!

Yo mama so old she knew the Burger King while he was still a prince.

Yo mama like a bowling ball: She's picked up, fingered, and thrown in the gutter.

Yo daddy's so ugly, he couldn't get laid in a monkey whore house with a bag of bananas

Yo momma so ugly just after she was born, her mother said, "What a treasure!" and her father said, "Yea, let's go bury it!"

Yo Momma so short that she has to hold up a sign that says, "Don't Spit! I Cant Swim!"

Yo mama so po she can't even afford the last two letters.

Yo mama teeth are so yellow, I can't believe its not butter.

Yo momma so black, when the police shot at her, the bullets came back for flashlights!

✿

when your heart doesn't know what to do.

Whenever I go to my friend Emily's house, I always meet some interesting characters. Her fourth of July party was last night, and there were so many weird moments, it was almost uncomfortable.

• I met a thirteen year old boy who was entertaining 75% of the time, but the other 25% of the time, he was trying to touch somebodies feet. Or elbows.
  
• I saw a 8 year old incorrectly use the word "perverted."
• As I'm getting on the trampoline, a six year old girl asks, "Are you gay?" I'm like, "What?" Then she points at my friend Larissa and says "Do you like her?" I politely respond with, "No, I hate her, and she hates me."
• A 12 year old boy claps his shoes at me. Then he hits me with them. So I grab his arm, and he grabs my chest and tries to throw me to the ground. He is unsuccessful.
• Emily's step-mom has this thing where boys and girls have to be separated after a certain hour. We were just hanging out with her little brother and his friends, watching them play video games... because we're totally going to attack fourteen year old boys.
  
• Emily and her boyfriend. Not going to elaborate there.
• This guy, Austin, is wearing jeans, when it was really hot out. Larissa shouts, "Wow, you're making me hot just looking at you!" Nice, Larissa.
• Emily, Larissa, and I got stuck watching these two little girls. We're like, what do you like doing for fun? They respond with playing dress up. We proceed with this activity, and then they say, "We're not allowed to play dress-up." What?
• Accidentally saying the n word in front of a black kid. (When quoting rap lyrics.)
  

The list continues endlessly.

Sigh. <3

I ruin movies for people.

Hey guys. I'm just sitting here watching The Karate Kid. I'd like to review a movie that I saw today. It's about Bad Teacher, starring Cameron Diaz, so if you don't want it ruined for you, try your best not to read it, because I will ruin it for you.

Not gonna lie, I hate going to movie theatres just because I have trouble sitting in one place for awhile. However, I thought this was a really good movie, despite a few things that kind of bugged me.

• First of all, tons of swearing. Tons. I don't mind swearing, but I quit swearing, so now it kind of bugs me... weird?
• Cameron Diaz playing with someones boobs.
• This one character who's last name was Squirrel.. she was just intolerable.
• Cameron Diaz and Justin Timberlake dry-humping. Fwgdfyuyewfiu. Gross

I really liked the story though. It was about an incompetent teacher who hated kids, and only cared about money. Her rich fiance breaks up with her, and she finds herself with a new, wealthy love interest (Justin Timberlake.) The thing is, he's only into girls with gigantic boobs, and, well, we all know Diaz isn't exactly blessed in that department. She intends to get breast augmentation, but on her meager salary, she doesn't have ten grand to spare for the implants. Diaz stops at nothing to raise this $10,000, from stealing money from a student car wash, to drugging the man who is in charge of distributing the required state testing to get a copy of the test, so she can win a bonus for having the class with the highest scores. In the end, she learns she's shallow, and heartless and whatnot, and I guess you could say she learns a lesson, but I'm not entirely sure. You'll have to go see the movie for yourself to make your own judgment! :)

<3

lemonade

I felt like such a badass today
.

I'm obsessed with James Franco

I feel so trapped by this town. D:

The best blog ever.
Vixen Vintage

P.S, it's 3:00 a.m.

Mmmm, Freaks & Geeks time.

New favorite show. ^^

*giraffe noise*

HEY GUYS
GUESS WHO'S SUPER EXCITED AND CAN'T SLEEP?

I don't know, probably someone... I can't sleep, but I'm not really excited.
Bah, insomnia.

I shall write a tutorial!

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Sleeping For the Less Than Intelligent, by Ashley
So, you want to sleep? Why? Is it because everybody's doing it? Is it because you want to look chipper and attractive like everyone else? Here's a step by step guide on how to be a conformist. If you are a vampire, and/or nonconformist and don't sleep, please disregard this post entirely.

Tools
- eyelids
- a place to lie down, or sit comfortably
- realistic expectations
- darkness, and/or a lack of annoying noise
- pillows, blankets, and pajamas [optional;)]

1. Turn off lights, sign out of blogger, shut your music off, and shut your door.
2. lay down in your comfortable place, and shut your eyes.
3. Try to find cracks in your eyelids.
4. Don't think, you won't fall asleep if you think.
5. You won't know it, but at a point, you'll fall asleep... as long as you don't think.
6. Magically, a few seconds after you shut your eyes, it will be light out, and someone will force you to get up, and start your entire routine over again.

Tips: Don't have a facebook.
Don't have a blog.
Don't have texting.
Don't have a twitter.
Don't use StumbleUpon.
Don't think.
Don't tell yourself you have to fall asleep.
Don't think this post is legit medical advice.

-If this guide doesn't work for you, well I guess you're in the same position I'm in. Stuck in friggin italics. Also, try a different tutorial. Or listen to ocean noises, or Mozart. I personally listen to Mozart when I'm trying to fall asleep. Wow, you're still reading this? Omg. You're worse than me. Man. That's rough.

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What kind of noise do giraffes make?
I'd really like to know.
Just throwin' that out there.

Comment. ^_^ :)

Zzzzzzzz

There are things that are worth getting upset over. There are things that people say you shouldn't get upset over, but you get upset over anyways. I'm not really sure what type of scenario this is, but I'm going to be upset, and very, very frustrated.

Recently... my computer had a little accident. A heart attack, if you will. It just... died. Suddenly. We tried our best to revive it... & we managed to get a system restoration operation going. It's alive again, but it's blank. It's like I just got a brand new computer. All my pictures are gone. There's no music. I had to re-install yahoo messenger, and I had to re-install stumbleUpon, and Microsoft Office. What really hurts the most, though, is that all my stories, all my writing, is gone. Poof. An entire year's worth. I just got this computer last summer. So, I'm going to start doing all my writing on actual paper. Darn dependence on technology. Bah.

Wait..?
I burned all my notebooks.
Lol whatever.
>:\

veni, vidi, vici

Happy Father's Day.

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unrelated, but wonderful. -->

beautiful

I love to see people in love.
Not like, saying 'I love you', after two days love.
I mean when you can tell two people truly have feelings for each other.
When they radiate a light everyone around them can feel.
It's just the sweetest thing.

Anyways. I have a town I recently fell in love with. It's called Lexington. People think, uhm, wow, it's Lexington, no big deal. Yet, I adore the place. Weird? Probably. Do I care? Haven't really given that much thought.

Since summer vacation started, I've been feeling so... happy. I don't know what it is. Everything is calm... lighthearted. It's the season where the time doesn't matter. Nights blur with days and there's always somewhere to go, and something to do. We can spend time outside and murder our skin with sunlight and not care because we just love the weather too much. We're not dealing with teachers trying to act like our parents, and so many more people talk to us like we're adults. We can go anywhere and make friends. We just keep laughing and smiling and realize that when we have all the time in the world, we realize we don't have any time to stress. Summer vacation has always been magical, but summer 2011.. it's going to be different, it's going to be more real than any summer before. Maybe I'll feel different tomorrow, maybe I'll still be posting this annoying banter and maybe you'll still be reading it.

Really, quit reading it and get outside. It doesn't get dark until after ten.
That's when the fireflies come out. :P

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.

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So. Technically, I would say it's the first day of Summer Vacation.
What a better way to celebrate the closing of sophomore year, than to burn all of the papers and notebooks from the year?

Pictured above is Emily and Trevor. He's a pyromaniac. :)
Bonfire's are my favorite. A great way to spend time with people, and, well, there's so much more to the story I want to explain but.. I just can't.
I don't have pictures of everyone, but my friends included the greatest: Timothy, William (E, not P, for those who know them.) Emily Rose, Laureeciah, & Alicia. Oh, and Shayne. I feel bad because I keep forgetting he was here.
Others were supposed to come.. but ya know, they bailed.
Nick and Kyle
I don't really mind though, to be totally honest, because tonight was perfect.
Bonfire. Friends. Lightning bugs. A trip to the cemetery. A trip out back. Purple hairspray. Homosexual Jews.
You have no idea.
That's me and my best friend. We're adorable. She's spending the night.
Have you ever met someones mom, who was so open, that they talked about anything?
That's my mom. She was discussing this girl's vaginal reconstruction with a girl she was meeting for the first time. Everyone loves her. Unless they're afraid of people. Then you won't like her, because she's as real as it gets.

It's one of my favorite things in the world to go to bed happy.
I know tomorrow night will probably be rough, and I'll probably not be happy anymore...
..but I think I'm gonna enjoy this feeling for now.

I THINK there might be a few more pictures on my mom's camera, these are just from mine and my phone. I'll check 'em out in a few, and probably upload them tomorrow.

I have to be quiet, daddy and mommy are sleeping and little miss Emily pants is on the phone with her lover. They're so darn sweet. :p

angus

Read About My Boredom.

Have you ever made out with someone you weren't dating?
That's personal.
Plus, I don't really understand what you mean by 'dating.'
You could mean someone who wasn't my boyfriend,
or someone I wasn't going on 'dates' with.
You must be more specific.

Is there a difference between the word 'best friend' and 'friend'?
Yes. Saying someone is your best friend makes you feel like you have to prove something. Like you have standards you have to live up to. So I just have good friends.

Do you miss anyone?
Of course I do... nobody unbearably though.

Can you recall the last time you sincerely liked someone?
I don't know, actually.
I don't do hardcore crushes.


When is the last time someone of the opposite sex gave you a hug?
Today.

Who is your celebrity crush?
Christofer Drew Ingle
<3
He's sexy. Google his delightful face.

Can you touch your toes?
yepma'am

Do you take walks often?
I do so to think about things.

Is silence really golden?
Be quiet, to prevent the ignorance from seeping out.

Do you have any interesting tattoos/piercings?
My nose piercing has quite a story to it.

Are you afraid to grow up?
I don't want to but I'm not afraid to.

Who were you with last night?
My cat Feg.

Can you count past 100?
I can count past 200.

What language do you want to learn?
something sexy. like douchebag. that way i'd always know what the fuckas were talking about.

Any upcoming vacations?
nothing is legit planned except PHOTOGRAPHY CAMP(:

If you could marry anyone, who would it be?
JUSTIN BIEBER!!
Wait - no.
I just realized I'm not into women.
Pete Wentz though.. now he's sexy.

Do you care what people think of you?
We all do to an extent.

Would you call yourself smart?
"Hey Ashley. You're freaking intelligent."
I just did.

Do you like to read?
Very much so. Tv guides. Cereal boxes. Novels.

Have you ever touched an elephant?
I've touched a human water buffalo.
Involuntarily of course.

Plans for tomorrow?
High School, transporting the grandmother to the chiropractor.


Confessions:

Is anything wrong?
Oh, nothing.
Except.. ya know.

How long ago was your last kiss?
Uhmm. End of April.
It didn't mean anything, though.


When was your last date?
The EXACT same answer to the previous question.


Do you have a good relationship with your parent(s)?
Like every other day.

What did you do for your last birthday?
A couple weeks before, I walked down to my basement.
Maddi's face pops out. What? Hell. Eleven more people pop out.
This guy I liked popped out.
Why are these people in my basement..
oh, a surprise party.
Thanks guys, I look horrible, and you rape my basement with your festivities.

What were you doing at midnight last night?
I was outttt.

Name something you CANNOT wait for?
Ohh, haha. Can't talk about it on here.

What's your favorite season?
Spring for the weather.
Summer for the activities.
Winter for the holidays.
Autumn.. well I don't really like Autumn.

Have you ever talked to Tom?
I have an uncle Tom.

Last thing you ate/drank?
Coca Cola, english muffin.
Healthy, right?

Have you ever ran with scissors?
Everyday of my life.
It's thrilling. Makes my heart beat faster.

Who’s making you feel the way you are right now?
The cast of Easy A.

Most visited web page?
Facebook.
Stupid question.

Coke or Pepsi?
Coke ftw.

Looking forward to something this weekend?
Hell nah i'll be studying for finals.

How many siblings do you have?
Zero. :(

Do you have any pets?
I have a dog. Some cats. Some birds. Some fishes.


What's your favorite number?
Seventeen.

What are you watching right now?
Easy A!

Do you know how to swim?
Way to throw that in my face, bitch.

Is good grammar attractive?
It's adorable. A man who knows the difference between their there, they're, and their, has a special place in my heart.


Friend confessions:

Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?
Sure.

Have you known any of your friends your whole life?
Noo.

Are any of your friends taller than you?
Who in the world is taller than 5'2"?


Have you ever been ditched by a friend?
Every friend.

Where do your friends live?
Haley, 2nd, foley, cribbins, kennefic, duce, morris, kilgore, jeddo, yale, etcetera

Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?
I've forgotten a friends name

Have you been to most of your friends house?
Nope. Most people come to my house.

Love confessions:

Do you currently like someone?
A teeny tiny crush you could say

Do you get bored of your girlfriend/boyfriend easily?
If there's no excitement

Has one of your crushes ever called you self centered before?
Yep. He's all like, "you're self-centered!" and I'm like.. okay. you're an asshole.

Personal opinion confessions:

Who do you want for President?
An asian woman who speaks in a canadian accent.

Do you think abortions are horrible?
I think women should do what they want.

Needles aren't so horrible?
They're not bad.

You have plenty of secrets that you share with...?
I don't have plenty of secrets.

Other confessions:

Do you enjoy drama?
Like he said/she said boooshit?
No.

Who was the last person that said "i love you" to you?
My daddy!

Have you guys read about my boredom? You better have.

foolish

You're arrogant.
You're careless, and you're malicious.
What are you trying to prove?
Are you trying to get people to like you?
There's a reason why everyone hates you. You're a nark, you're embarrassing, and you're far from threatening.
You're about a higher power.
Yet you preach intolerance and hate.

I had a reason to call you a douche. She had a reason to call you a dick.

You're hypocritical. You behave as if, you reign above all of us.
You're naive. You say we're stupid, you say we don't know what we're talking about.
Is it odd we're usually right in the end of our arguments?

You can dish it out. You call others names, that you don't know the meaning of the word.

But you can't take it.

You can't handle if someone trashes something you believe in. It breaks your heart.

Yet you spit on homosexuals and the like.
I'm straight, but your intolerance is getting out of hand.

The first day I met you, I saw it in your eyes something I would never be able to accept.
Ironic, right? How I can't accept the fact that you're not accepting?

You're cowardly, and ignorant.

I shan't judge another until they've judged me, which explains this post.

I wonder if anyone's name in particular will pop into the minds of those who read this. I'm pretty sure all of my readers know the person I'm talking about, or they know someone just like him.

simple joys

This is one of my favorite things in the world:

You're stopped at a red light, and your windows are down. There's a car near you blasting wannabe country, or another disgusting genre. What do you do? You respond to their country music or Jesus music by blasting something like Hollywood Undead, and watch the frustrated looks on their faces, until the point that they roll their own windows up.


One of my favorite things. ^_^

happy trevor's birthday

Written 5/29/2o11

Evening, guys. I might not actually be posting this in the evening, but I’m writing it in the evening. The thing is... I don’t have Internet access where I am at the moment. I do have my laptop, however. I’m on Microsoft Word. I’m sitting on a bed, in a motor home, and I can hear the drunken banter of adults outside the window. I’m in a little place called Mesick, Michigan. To be totally honest with you I have no idea where the hell I am on the map. I asked this guy to show me on his hand where we are, like the mitten, and he ended up pointing to three different spots. He was intoxicated, though, so I guess he wasn’t the best choice of who to ask. Anyways, just google where Mesick is located. It’ll help you better with your mind image of my tale and whatnot.

*Googling*

Good. Now that you have an adequate picture in your head of my surroundings, I’ll tell you about my day. Spontaneously, at 7 in the morning, my dad’s like, let’s go to my cousin’s up north! I’m like, no, let me stay home, I’m a big girl… but my dad feared I’d throw a kegger, aaaannnnddd I was basically dragged along on this voyage. So we left at noon, and got here at 3:30. My cousin, who’s my age, of course isn’t here. Therefore I’m the only kid in the area. Hell, I’m the only one under forty in the area. It’s 11:08 p.m now. For the past so many hours I have:

*Sat around a bonfire.

*Sat around a bonfire.

*Goddamn GPS took us into a private hunting preserve and we got lost.

*Sat around a bonfire.

*Pet at least three Pomeranians.

*More bonfire.

*Been the only sober one here.

*Climbed six flights of stairs

*Fell down half a flight of stairs

The thing is, I don’t drink. Also, I’m not a smoker, and every person here is. I also don’t indulge in marijuana... and, well, I think you get the point. This place… is so in the middle of nowhere. They don't even have a McDonalds to my knowledge…

Oh, and wtf is a bombfire? Even Microsoft says it’s misspelled. People say bombfire, and I’m like, did you just say bombfire? It’s bonfire, bro. People, I swear.

Btw, my lack of posting is due to the fact that I was grounded until Friday the 27^th. That meant no car, no computer, no phone, no going anywhere. I spent a lot of time cleaning. I had tons of ideas of things to post about too. I’d be like, “Oh, that’s a great idea! I’m gonna go post about – oh, wait, nevermind.”

I GUESS I'll let you go and read another, less interesting blog.

It wouldn't be the most intelligent option, though.

I’m going to play Mahjong.

Oh snap

So many things going on at once! Yikes.
Apparently Saturday is supposed to be Judgment Day.
As I'm not terribly religious, I had to google this.
This is what I found.

"The End off the World prediction for May 21st is spreading all over the internet, but it is not what you think it is. The May 21st End of the World prediction only applies to those who will be saved on Judgment Day 2011 in the Rapture. Those who aren’t saved in the May 21 Rapture will suffer a different fate, and an End of the World date 5 months after May 21st.
May 21st Judgement Day is going to be the decisive day when Jesus returns for the Rapture. True believers will be brought to Heaven, and that will be the End of The World for the approximately 3,000,000 people will be saved, according to Harold Camping.
The remaining people on earth that are not saved by Jesus in the May 21 Rapture will be sentenced to 5 months of torment under the rule of Jesus during the End of Days. The End Times will cause anarchy, chaos, disasters, and the end of civilization as we know it. Everyone left on earth will be well aware that Jesus is Lord, but savior will not be an option after May 21 Doomsday.
Harold Camping helps us determine that October 21, 2011 will be the actual date of the End of the World. The End Times will be very trying for the lost souls, as the End of The World approaches.
How will you be looked at on Judgement Day 2011? Will you be saved by Jesus in the Rapture, or left behind to experience the End Times after Doomsday. When will the End of the World be for you? May 21st, or October 21st, 2011?"

We'll see what happens.

I don't really have time to ramble about much else, or much else to ramble about.

Also.. I wanted to make a point to Tanner Simmons, that everyone was so sad today in Drama because you weren't there to do the assignment we just got. We had to make up a song that goes along with a movie, what it would be like if that film was a musical, and we had to present it. Everyone was saying how great you'd do with it. That class seems too empty with the seniors gone.

Never Say Never,(:... Yeah, right.

Forget the last post,
it was a waste of time,
just like the person who caused it.

Gosh even that sounds harsh! :P

I'm a lot more cheerful now,

do you know those moods where you see something that hurts,
and you think to yourself,
"Oh my gosh. Effin' A. I'm so pissed. Gfghjhf. Garglsfbfublaf."
Or something similar ^^?

That's what I saw.
I got very upset.
Then I pieced the pieces together.
& When the equation involves a skank, a freshman, and dancing,
it all makes sense.
Anything that involves the word 'equation' isn't worth my tears.

Oh, and I also feel I should say thank you to my awesome friend Tim,
because he just has that way of making anyone smile.
He's a good guy, ^_^

So many smiles.

:) (: [: :] :D =D

Happy May Sixteenth, everyone.
Never go to bed angry.

& You say she can't act.

But, I'm the guy walking away down the railroad tracks.
sdfghjkhgfdsawertyuhjnbbb
Why do people rip hearts out for fun?

Now it's back!

What the heck!!!!

this can't be right

What?
Why did it delete my post about Larissa?

I wanted to show my friend Shayne my blog, but...
that post isn't there?
It's not even in my drafts?


...Have I been hacked?
D:<

Adventures With Larissa Kelsey

She's great, right? Errabody enjoys her company. She's so sweet, she even gave me a ride home today... but what's that? Your car won't start? Okay, no big deal, we have cables. Let's find someone to jump it. It wouldn't work with Alicia's car. It wouldn't work with Rhiannon's car. Okay, it's 3:01 now, we had to get her DAD to come jump her car for us. Everything worked out, but the thing is...

I'm cursed.

EVERY SINGLE TIME I HANG OUT WITH SOMEONE, someones battery dies. WHY?

My tarot card reading today at our schools first annual Renaissance festival said my present had bad luck...

Speaking of the R*Festivities, it was kind of lame. :(
Eight bucks to walk around for four hours, and get sunburned.
I did get a henna tattoo, and face painting though. It's adorable but I can't get a good picture with my webcam. I might post some pictures if my whorette Maddi puts the ones she took on Facebook. Oh, my henna tattoo says inspire. It looks like it says imspin. I also have a little ribbon. ^_^

Furthermore in the life and times of Ashley Eve, it's yearbook time at Yale High School. I'm already bored with it's contents... and I'm practically out of space to sign. I hate what most people write, "Good times." or "Have a great summer." I mean, write some memories if we have them. I try my best to write heart-warming and memorable words, but I either don't have the space or the time. I apologize a lot in yearbooks. For example, I wrote this in my friend Ash's yearbook:

"Ashley Rose,
Hey girly. I apologize for cramming you in your locker, and for giving you half a pack of gum my friend Kyle sat on for an hour." Etc, etc.

I don't want them going off to Summer angry at me. There's SO much I'd like to write in every body's yearbooks... but like I said, no time, or no space. I like to say exactly what I'm thinking about when my friend passes me their yearbook and a sharpie.

That's another thing I'm doing these days. I'm being very straightforward. I'm not keeping many secrets, or wasting time thinking about stuff instead of doing those things. Wow that sounded dirty. Hmm. Anyways I feel like I'm wasting my life, and I am trying to prevent that.

Heelll it's boring here. All alone, no where to go, and a whimpering dog sitting on the treadmill.

Sweet.

walking on eggshells

Did you know, that if you think good things are going to happen, and you expect them, they actually do? Not all the time, but things definitely seem brighter.

I had an amazing day today.

I didn't argue with anyone at school, I laughed a lot, and I talked to quite a few people I don't normally talk to. Nothing even really annoyed me until it took a hell of a lot longer than usual to get out of the school parking lot. Why are you flipping me off? You're the one who almost hit me with your big bad wannabe truck.

Oh, bitches.

Came home, went back up to my middle-of-nowhere town. Got my prescription. Got in my first argument of the day! With my momma. I don't really mean to... but, I don't know how to phrase it not to make me sound like a brat.

Moving on now. Literally. I don't know how being a Junior next year is going to be,

• My best friend is moving
• My other best friend is moving
• A third best friend is either moving or getting put into the alternative school, or both
  
• A lot of friends are going to TEC, the school that teaches people trade-like things.
• Or some of my friends are going to Blue Water Middle College, this mixture of high school and community college
• And people are graduating, and I'm gonna miss a lot of them like hell.

Yikes. Everyone's scattering. It's how it goes, I guess.

I didn't really get to know a whole lot of seniors this year. I wish I would have gotten the chance to know a few of them better. I'm still going to miss 97% of them all the same. There's still that 3 percent I won't be sad to see go. :P I'm going to go eat a delicious hamburger I made all by myself. Muchh love.

every rose has it's thorns.

You never know what might come in handy.

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mister gyllenhaal

no time to post.
just got in for the first time since 6:30 a.m.
was with someone in the ER for awhile.

here's a picture of a favorite actor of mine.
Enjoy,


;)

What?

Do you remember when, we used to sing?

Hey look, a third follower.
I'll get to following your blog in a bit bro. Anyways.

It seems like I can't be around my parents these days without getting in arguments with them. I say one thing, which I intend as casual conversation, and suddenly I said it just to piss them off. Did I? I hadn't meant to. Oh, I stress you out on purpose? That's no fun. You don't appreciate my sarcasm? I'm sixteen, that was me showing genuine concern. Okay, now you're taking my phone, laptop, and iPod away. All I said was, "do you have my keys?" Oh, now I understand, it was my tone. I had a tone?

Erghhhgrahhgsbbsgfuswfnukasfuaf


I think Rebecca Black should make a song about EVERY day of the week. Doesn't that sound fun? You could put them on your cell phone and have a different one be your alarm every morning. Hey, at least you would know when everyone was looking forward to the weekend.. & If you're like her, and you can't decide what seat to sit in, just sit in the front.. it's your best bet. If the front is full, sit in the middle, next being the back depending on your mode of transportation. Hell, you could just be driving. It'd take the guess work out of things.

Would you drink it? I probably would. Well I guess it depends on the circumstances too... Of course, if I'm animated I might just be a bit more mischievous than usual. Plus, I've never seen anyone get date raped in a Disney classic.

I'm refraining from ranting about youknowwho pakistanian.

It makes me nervous.

I'll let you go now, I have to casually glance at my French Euro notes and call it studying. Might even sneak a bowl er fruit loops in there.

awesome

it's Sunday morning.
there's no more smiles.
only frowns.

...

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 :(