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|Tuesday, February 17th, 2004|
Yes, that's me being all sad. You know why?
1) My hair is all short now
b) I am not photogenic at all
three) I HATE MY NOSE Current Mood: calm
Two months of being good down the drain.
I doubt anyone would notice if I curled up and died. Current Mood: depressed
|Monday, February 16th, 2004|
Alright, what's-his-face is officially dead to me. I finally let him go because he's such a jackass (and he called me obsessive. pffht that's not me). Then I professed my undying love to Kevin and made up with Phred.
Charlotte and I decided that we HAVE to start a petition to force James to let me clean his room. The bowl of nasty, curdled milk really put us over the edge. Plus, he held my watch captive in a drawer and lied to me about where it was. That's just... cold
Mmm.. cheesy potato soup is the best. Current Mood: bouncy
|Sunday, February 15th, 2004|
I woke up this mornign and my throat was burning. It doesn't feel too much better now, either.
Yesterday I was at the theatre all day. Everyone was complaining about having to do it on Valentine's Day, but I honestly didn't care. I tell people that I love them every day; why do people only feel obligated to tell people how they feel on February 14th?
I saw Kevin before the show last night and, like the loser i am, gave him this little carnation bud that I stole from Lizzie and put inside a program. I also gave him the scarf I made, which at least serves some purpose.
I want to dye my hair really, really blonde- like Courtney Miller blonde. It would look really fake on me, though. I guess I'll stick to not knowing whether my hair is blonde or brown.
My throat still hurts. Current Mood: blah
|Friday, February 13th, 2004|
I got to shadow Julia today and I swear if I don't get to go to St Francis I will cry. Plus, I got to meet James. I felt bad though, because Julia and Kevin said he kept telling them I was coming and then I didn't end up seeing him that much. I'm sure meeting me was a big disappointment. Oh poo.
Mr Kevin Ryan has got some big self-esteem problems. For some reason, he can't accept the fact that I love him and that I think he is like, the coolest guy EVER. Honestly, he rocks. I gave him lots of hugs today. I also sort of tackled James in the hallway with a hug like right after we met, but I promised Charlotte that I would so I was sort of obligated to.
So yes, I now must make my parents feel really guilty so that they will send me there. On the plus side, I got a white cherry Icee at Target. Oooh and I got cast as Margaret in Much Ado About Nothing. Current Mood: excited
|Sunday, February 8th, 2004|
I like pretty clothes, don't you? I was feeling all blah this morning (probably because the caffeine pills kept me up till lik 3:30) and I was begging my mom to let me skip auditions, but she said I had to go. So I put on pretty clothes and stuff (even though my clothes weren't that pretty. Ever notice how something like a pretty bra can just make you feel happier?). And, as it turn out, my auditions went way better than I had hoped for. Apparently, not caring about how you do will actually make you do better.
So now I'm having a pretty day and feel like being a camwhore and Kevin isn't here to take good pictures of me! Poo. I guess I'll have to go take crappy pictures by myself... Hey, e-mail me if you want pictures of my pretty bra (that was directed towards Ethan...) ;-) Current Mood: bouncy
|Saturday, February 7th, 2004|
Let's see, what happened today... Went to rehearsal and broke both of Kevin's sex bracelets! We decided to exchange sex bracelets (because we ARE lovers, after all).
After rehearsal, Adam and I got caffeine pills and Coricidin HBP and I told him all about my cutting myself and all of my suicide attempts and he started crying, which was really sweet. But then he took the Coricidin (which I paid for, by the way) and hid it in his room because he doesn't want me to OD. He said to just ask him when I wanted some, but now he won't give me any. Oh well. Julia and Danielle are coming over after the show on Friday and we're all going to get high. He was all cute though. He was like "If there's any opium in it, I'll give you some of mine. I don't want you smoking that stuff".
And now I'm bored. I want to watch Thirteen, but it's allll the way downstairs. Current Mood: hyper
|Friday, February 6th, 2004|
Anyways, we finished our French project today. It is awesome- we were all laughig our asses off when we watched it. It doesn't matter that Josh was the only person not reading off the script, either.
Joe brougt up the little magnets that I put on the Word Wall in Mr Crain's room (they say "honk if you love me" and i signed my name under them), but he won't tell me why! He said it's a surprise (a good one, I checked), but that he wants me to look at it and go yay. I have English first on Monday, but that's soooo far away... Blah.
Let's see... I'm headed for a very boring weekend. Tomorrow I have rehearsal, and Sunday I have auditions which I am totally not ready for and don't really care about either because there's no way I'm getting in a Shakespeare. Ewww my cat just got off my bed and now it smells like cat butt.
I ate half an order of cheese sticks from Papa John's because I was craving them like no one's business, but now I feel really sick. Haha Kevin just ogt on AIM and I said "Mr Ryan..." and then he signed off. Poo. Must remember to ask if he's mad at me when I give him the scarf that I made tomorrow... Current Mood: mellow
Hmm.. I think Kevin is mad at me. I told him to bite me, and he was like "Unlike some people.... I am not a whore". I asked if that meant I was and he signed off. Je suis très confondu. Current Mood: confused
|Thursday, February 5th, 2004|
I talked to Mr. Crain about Mark in class today, which was INCREDIBLY funny. He said he'd flunk him if I paid him $100, but then he wouldn't take it, which upset me. You shouldn't get people's hopes up like that if you can't deliver, you know?
Let's see... I sat around at Walden for 2 hours and didn't get to do any work on my scenes, because we didn't get around to it. That makes me sad. I should have been home learning my song or...I don't know. Something.
On the plus side, I saw my luvah (Kevin, that's you)! And he was a very good leg rest, even though I completely disrupted his memorizing. I felt really bad about it, too. We had a very intersting discussion about our school mascots, and now I feel smart because I know that when I'm on Jeopardy they'll desbribe a wyvern and I can buzz in and say "What is a Wyvern?" and win lots of money.
I need to learn my song for theatre tomorrow ("I'll Forget You" from The Scarlet Pimpernel), but I can't sing and I don't feel like doing it. Poo.
Oh yeah, and Kevin: PUT UP THE "MEET ASHLEY" PAGE! Current Mood: sleepy
|Wednesday, February 4th, 2004|
Another sad realization: my trich is getting terrible now that I don't cut. Seriously, I NEED to stop. I'll just sit there in class and pull, and I don't even notice it. I should start asking my friends to point it out to me.
I rode the bus home with Maina today. She, Clara, Josh and I all had to work on our video project for French. We walked to Heine Bros., which took up about half of our time. Then we went back and I had to memorize these lines and I realized something: French is kinda hard.
Anyhoo, I was supposed to work on homework when I got home, but I've been working on finding poetry that I've written that's good enough for One Blue Wall. Another sad realization: I'm not that great at writing. This especially sucked, because I'm dying to take Creative Writing next year. Poo.
On the upside, we made crepes in French today and they were nummylicious. Tip: If you put chocolate pudding and Cool Whip in a crepe, DO NOT put strawberry pie filling on top. Contrary to what you may believe, it won't taste like chocolate-dipped strawberries. It's just...funky.
Oh, and so this isn't text-only (because, let's face it, those get boring) here's a picture of me dancing on the bed in a random hotel room in New York:
Edit: I just realized that I'm wearing those same pants right now...weird. Current Mood: lethargic
|Sunday, February 1st, 2004|
Alright, this is going to be a long one. Bear with me here.
On Friday night, Rachel and I were talking online about how we're sick of being seen as these nice, cute, dependable, sweet little girls. We wanted to do something that no one would expect us to do and not care about what happened. We just wanted to have fun, you know?
Last night, she came over here. My parents went to Owensboro for the night to see some concert, and Adam was at the improv show, so it was just us for 3-4 hours. We had a few drinks, and Rachel got kind of crazy. Apparently, she had never had ANY alchohol before. She made me hyper too, even though I wasn't that drunk. Then she got the idea to call people.
We ran up to my room, and she calls Sam. She starts laughing and saying how we're all drunk, and he's just like "Yeah, this is embarrassing for me. I'm gonna go now". We called Eleanor, and she started cracking up and saying that we were cool cats and that she loved us.
A while later, Sam calls back. He starts yelling at Rachel because he thinks that she's me, saying that we're stupid and he can't believe that we did that. Then Rachel tells him that it's her, and he gets all sweet, asking her if she's alright and how she feels and everything.
At around 11:30, Maina calls (she had been with Sam at the show when we called him). She starts crying and asking why we did it and everything. So on a whim, to make her feel better, I told her that we were kidding, that we were bored and thought it would be fun to call people. What would you have done with a hysterical friend on the phone?
So then today I talk to Maina about it and we make up and everything, and she tells me all about the show last night with Sam. Then I get online about an hour ago and Rachel IMs me. She forwards me this e-mail from Sam to her, and he basically said that we were idiots, that he was disappointed in her (but EXPECTED it from me), that we're stupid little girls, to tell me to lose his number, nd all of that crap. Then she tells me that Maina told her parents what had happened. EXCUSE ME?!? Since when is this her business to be telling?
I call Maina (even though Rachel asked me not to tell her I knew. I'm sorry, I'm not that good of an actress) and she just says "Go ahead. Yell at me". I really, really, REALLY wanted to, but I just say "No, I want to hear your side of the story". She goes on and says that she was really worried about us so she told her parents because they were the only people there to talk to (Hello? CALL THE PEOPLE WHO YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT!). She says that they aren't going to look down on us or tell our parents or anything, but I really can't believe that.
A little later my mom called from the Super Bowl party and asked me what was going on. I told her I was in a fight with Maina, and when she asked what was wrong I told her the whole thing. She actually said that she was "glad that we had gotten drunk at home, instead of when we were going out or when we would be in any real danger". I love that my mom is so open about these things. Instead of being angry at me, she was calling Maina a bitch for telling her parents. I know for a fact that my mom won't do anything, because I tell her everything. Also, they didn't even punish my brother when they found out he smoked pot (probably because she still does, too).
Suddenly, a little fun turns into this HUGE deal involving all of these people that have no part in it. What do you think? Would YOU forgive Maina? Grrr I just can't event lak to her right now. Current Mood: angry
|Thursday, January 29th, 2004|
|The Big K-R
I love me some Kevin. He is one sexy biatch. Not only that, there's this friend of my parents' that I've known all of my life whose name is Kevin Ryan, so it's equally cool and twice as confusing. Now, because I'm bored, I'll list the reasons that I love him so dearly:
* He likes kitties
* He didn't think I was weird when I told him about the dude named Adam in my PE class that looks EXACTLY FREAKING LIKE HIM!
* He likes taking pictures
* Uh... awesome taste in movies
* His pimp hat
* The fact that I've known him about a week and I already love him.
Uh yeah, there's more, but guess what? I'm lazy! Blah. I threw up at the Rud today and Graham and Alec and everyone were like "Uh, you want some breath mints?" so I ate like 7. But now I'm feeling queasy. I hope we don't have school tomorrow. Hmm... Current Mood: nauseated
|Thursday, January 1st, 2004|
Cross posted to: craftgrrl, t-shirt surgery, clothes_surgery, and ittybittytittie
I was bored a few nights ago, so I combined a few shirts I had seen people make into this:
BEFORE( After!Collapse ) Current Mood: lazy
|Sunday, August 24th, 2003|
I went to the country club with my mom today. We sat out at the pool, and about 15 minutes after we got there, my aunt, 2 cousins, and one of their friends got there. (For the record, Sean is 13 and Dylan is 11). I nearly died when I saw Nathan, their friend. The guy was beyond hot. My aunt, Susan, was like "Oh, Ashley, Nathan's a freshman too!". I just baked in the sun for awhile, then I went to the snack bar to get something to drink.
When I got down there, the guys were waiting for their lunches. I got my drink and then stopped by their seat on my way out. I was like, "What, I'm not cool enough to talk to anymore?". Sean just said hi (he's pretty shy) and Dylan said hi and asked how I was doing. We started talking a little bit, and I glanced over at Nathan and he was just smiling at me.
Later on, when the guys and my aunt were in the pool and my mom and I were laying on the lounge chairs, I heard Nathan say "So... is Ashley a junior?" and my aunt kind of laughed and said, "No, she's the same age as you. Freshman.". He was like "Where does she go?" and my aunt told him that I go to the Youth Performing Arts School. He went "Oh... well, that's really cool!" (He and my cousins and my aunt live in Oldham County, which is just about 15 minutes from my house, but a totally different school system.). Then she started telling him about my math class that I had been complaining about to her (Advanced Math 1... it's MST Integrated 2, and our book is called Algebra for College Students). He started laughing and was like "Wow... I'm in Pre Algebra". Good lord the boy is sooo cute, and funny, and ahhh.....
We also discussed french toast. He was making fun of me because I don't know how to make it. Apparently, he and Sean had made it for breakfast this morning. Sorry, I can only make slice and bake cookies.
I kept like sneaking glances at him playing in the pool with my cousins... I didn't even talk to him that much, I just got like an instant crush on him.... I'll probably never see him again anyway. That doesn't mean I can't have a secret crush on him, though, right? Current Mood: ecstatic
|Monday, August 18th, 2003|
Well, today was my first day of high school. It wasn't bad, wasn't good, it just sort of happened. It was weird, though. When you start a new year of middle school, you see all of yours friends. I haven't seen most of my friends that are going there, and event hough I have classes with a few tomorros (block scheduling), I still won't see most of them. A lot of the ones I HAVE seen, it's just passing by in the halls and yelling "Hey".
I am also the only person in my math class that isn't a Math/Science/Technology major. I already know I'm not going to have a clue about what's going on. And who assigns homework on the first day?!? Mrs. Zwanzig, that's who. We have like 60 problems to do. They're easy, but I just want to whine about them.
My French teacher, Madame Bunting, is crazy. In a kind of cool way, though. We actually covered a lot today, and she's pretty fun, even though she makes us sing. She, too, assigned homework.
Plus, my feet are killing me. I don't have a time on Red days to use the bathroom or go to my locker. This is gonna be one hell of a school year... Current Mood: tired
|Tuesday, August 12th, 2003|
Oh, and my tailbone STILL hurts! Current Mood: blah
Freshman orientation was tonight. I know that everyone says this, but my student ID picture sucks. I was looking away fromt he camera and have this weird ass smile on my face. Seriously. It's weird.
Anyways, my classes are....
01) Advanced Math 1
02) Theatre 1
03) Advanced Beginning French 1
04) Study Skills
01) Advanced Freshman English
02) Theatre 1
03) Integrated Science
I have one class in the same hallway as my locker... except it's 1 floor higher. No two classes in a row are on the same floor, and for Theatre I have to walk over to a seperate building (these buildings are sperated by my old middle school. It is a vigorous walk... seeing as how we only have 5 minutes to get there). Who every said high school was a good idea, anyway?
I'm kind of happy about starting, though. I'm not nervous or excited, just happy. I get to see my friends again, and meet new friends, and it will give me something to do during the day. Summer gets sort of boring by the end. Plus, I get to be all super organized and perfect. That's always lots and lots of fun.
I don't have any classes with Cora. That's gong to be really weird. We promise to stay locker buddies, though, and write little notes to each other. I hope we'll at least have the same lunch. It will be soo weird if I don't see her at ALL. I know I have math with Emily Doss and Eric, and science with Rachel Helson and my best friend from Walden (Michelle)'s friend Taylor, who I met today and is really sweet. I have YPAS (Youth PErforming Arts School- translation: Theatre) classes with Kate, Josh, Brenna, Spencer, Teddy, Zack, Michelle, Amber, Ashley Adams, Kat... and probably some other people I know. You know, we're the drama geeks. Ah well.
Seriously though, why is everyone so nervous about starting high school? It's JUST school! There are teachers, we have to learn stuff, not a big deal. I'm not event hat worried about getting lost. I mean, I have a map. I'm good with directions. I could find my way around YPAS in my sleep. Not a big deal. Right?
Also, I have Adam (my big brother) to show me around. He's going to be a junior, so he probably won't want me hanging around him, but if I randomly see him in the halls and I'm freaking out and crying because I have no idea where I am, he'll at least help me, won't he? Ok, he wouldn't. He's not the protective big brother type. He only hangs out with girls, so I can't even get a crush on one of his friends. And I know he would never try to intimidate someone I was dating (This is a hypothetical situation. I do not expect to date anyone. Ever. Not that I'm against dating at all. I'm just... not sought after. Yeah.)
I kind of wish school started earlier, just so I could go ahead and get it over with. I always hate the first week or two of school, because all you do is fill out forms and learn the rules and get supply lists. I want to feel comfortable and have assignments due and not have to think about my schedule. That's weird, isn't it? I know we teenagers aren't supposed to like school, but I sort of like having a schedule. That's why I can't wait to live on my own and have to work. I'm going to have a daily routine that will drive people insane, I just know it. But hey, that's me! Current Mood: awake
|Friday, August 8th, 2003|
|... idea ...
This girl was organizing a DIY shirt trade on Laundro, and I thought it would e fun to do one on here. If anyone is interested, fill out this form and send it to me at Aquariusgurl125@aol.com:
interests: (so your buddy will know how to desgin it)
I guess I'll set the deadline for forms at the 22nd. Does that seem okay? On the day after the deadline, I'll send everyone their partner's info so that you can complete the trade. So, any takers? Current Mood: excited