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.