Monday, August 30, 2010

Nearing the End....

I was going to blog about the first day of school, my new apartment, and other random things. 


But I'm   TIRED


Good night, friends. 


Luckily, school technically doesn't start for me. I have no classes on Monday!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Excitement!

Hey friends! Guess what????


I bought my first ever pair of skinny jeans today! And I must say, I look fabulous. And, I got a compliment on my necklace, that I made myself. And, my daddy got my scooter insured! So now I have wheels. 


I'm very nearly European. 

Monday, August 23, 2010

I am Upset

In a world of high speed, 3G networks, and being able to send texts via a shakey connection, you'd think that all the glitches would be worked out.


W.R.O.N.G.


My internet died. And the internet I'm using now has blocked Facebook. And my email.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Ramblings of Late

Everybody loves a late night post. Right? 


I don't have anything to say. I'm tired, but I don't really want to sleep. 


I don't want to work in the morning. 


And sometimes, I wish that things in my life could be a little different. Not a lot different. Just, I wish that.... oh, I don't know. I wish that there were trials in my life that I didn't have to worry about anymore. 


Don't get me wrong. I love my life. But, if things were just a little different, it would make things easier. 


Thereby the point of having a trial is decreased. 

Friday, August 13, 2010

The Thirteenth, a Friday

Because it's Friday the 13th, and it's my blog, I shall post at least thrice. The reason for this post? Apparantly, 


I write like... 
J. D. Salinger 

You know, the dude who wrote The Catcher in the Rye. It's pretty awesome. 

And it's been rainy and cold, which makes me feel weird. And mom is gone, and not having her around is weird. And I should eat, but I don't really want to. Wearing braces does that to a person. 

Can it be my birthday now?

Gratitude

Dear Friend, 


You put me on your list of awesome blogs. I'm up there with the girl who writes the rockstar diaries, who is very cute, and I wish I could be her. 


Thank you.


I was beginning to wonder if anyone ever read this madness I call a blog. 


Love, 


Ash

Birthday Woes

Well, today is the day before my birthday. And today, I have to go to the dentist and get braces. Yep. The day before I turn 22. I am not pleased. 


For those who are interested, it's because I have TMJ, a condition that affects the joints that allow your jaw to move. Because of this, my jaw doesn't work the way everyone else's does, and my teeth have moved because of that. 


What a nasty hand to be dealt by karma. It's my birthday tomorrow! Gosh!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Just for the Record,

I have major life plans. Big, important plans. Plans that involve winning an Oscar before I'm thirty, and making a living by my pen. 


If you don't think I can accomplish all I set out to do, you have another thing coming. 
If you have a better suggestion for my life, I don't want to hear it. 
If you're going to exude negativity on my plans, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to cut you out of my life. 


I know what I'm doing. 


And I love it.  










P.S. I love you, madre. 

Sunday, August 08, 2010

Birthday Wish List

Its my birthday at the end of this week. As I'm going to be old (or 22...) I feel that I deserve gifts! If I could, here's what I'd buy for myself. 





























Thursday, August 05, 2010

Story Time: Alfred's Arms

Julia looked out the third story window. A light rain was falling, and it was near twilight. Doctor after doctor had told her that her health was getting too frail, that she shouldn’t venture outdoors anymore after six. The damp air wasn’t good for her lungs. Frankly, she didn’t give two bits about her lungs. Or her health. Alfred had died nearly 6 years ago now, and she missed him more than anything. Life had grown steadily gray since the day he had been laid to rest. Yes, there were still things to make her smile. The ducks who swam in the pond in the park, for one thing. And French pastries for another. But ducks don’t tuck you in to bed, and French pastries can’t sing you love songs. 


Julia glanced at the clock. The hands showed it was just past eight thirty. Now would be the perfect time. It was still light enough. Everything would be perfect by the time she got there. 


Julia pulled on her heavies shoes. Then her thickest wool coat. She twirled a scarf around her neck, for good measure. She held a small cream envelope in her hand. With a slight hesitation, she laid it on the table in the entryway. Then she stepped out the door. 


Halfway from her home, she heard the bells. By the time she got there, the couples would be gone. The lights were on, the bells wouldn't ring for a while. It was a slightly chilly night, so there wouldn’t be much reason for people to linger next to the river. Julia kept walking. The rain had stopped, but the chill of the night began to increase. There, in the distance, stood the tower. She could see it lit up. She walked on, her pace steady.  


Julia’s thoughts were filled with memories of Alfred and she walked. Their wedding, their honeymoon, the day Alfred was laid off from his high paying accounting job, the day he began work on the docks and how he always smelled of fish. She thought the last decade, as she had watched him slowly fade away until she had been forced to live without him. 


Julia walked through the growing darkness. She could smell the river. She could hear it.


Julia crossed the bridge. 


She turned right, and walked down to a park bench. She sat and stared at the houses of parliament. Alfred had proposed here. It was also the last place he wanted to visit before he died. Julia was unable to get him there in time. That had haunted her for the last 6 years. 


Julia sat there for exactly half an hour, then she walked to the edge of the walkway, and stared down at the river. She imagined Alfred there with her, holding her, kissing her ear. 


“Oh sweetheart. I miss you. Meet me at the end of the light?” 


And she took one last step forward, plunging into the water, into Alfred’s arms.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Grrr....

I hate when blogger sets my font at the wrong font, even when I've set it to what I want.

Thoughts from my Mind

I feel like I have lots to share. But at the same time, not so much. It's like, there's a lot going on in my head, but my life is staying pretty much the same. But just in case I missed something, here's a list:


*I have a job now! As a janitor..... But I think I get paid today!
*that's about it.


I work, come home, have a nap, and drink a lot of kool-aid. Sometimes I shower because I smell like ammonia. On Wednesdays I go to institute. On Sundays I go to church. I don't do as much writing as I should.


I'm also trying to psych myself up to go back to school.


I need something amusing to share with you all....hold on....




I just love ducks. 

In future posts, I shall share with you all my must have list for back-to-s****l. Nothing like fabulousness to make it a little bit easier to get back to the daily grind and say so long to summer.