Monday, January 31, 2011

Where has January Gone?

Well, here we are my friends, 1/12th of the way done with 2011 already. Isn't it crazy how quickly time seems to pass. I've already failed on my resolution of blogging every day for one year, but I'm pretty sure that 28/31 days isn't too bad. That's close enough for me to be extremely proud of what I've accomplished thus far.

I'm sure that not many people have been reading my blogs, and even fewer actually care, but the fact that I've stuck with it and I'm still going is more than I could have ever figured for myself.

This month has definitely had its ups and downs, but most of it has been more toward the ups. I've figured out how to be a free spirit, I've found out how to be me with just me, I've learned the best ways to be alone, and I've had a great time just living my life how I want to live it. It's been a learning experience, but I've never been more grateful for one. Not only do I feel on top of the world, but I also feel on top of myself... if you get what I'm saying.

It feels strange that a month has gone by since we greeted the new year together, but at the same time, it almost feels like so much longer. I don't know how time can go so quickly yet so slowly all at once, yet here I am facing it before me. I only hope that February has even more excitement to bring to the table.

Why today was awesome: I finished Catching Fire, made mashed potatoes, AND got to hang out with sassy-Matt!

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 4.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 6
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 11

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Honh Hängh Houngh?

When discussing the subject of laughter, the Americans are very particular about our "haha"s being generic, our "hehe"s being a little more silly, our "lol"s meaning we're not really laughing at all, and our "hoho"s being left up to Santa, but what has really made me curious this weekend has been the subject of how to spell out laughter in another language. Some other languages also stick to simple hahas and hehes, but what do you do if you're from France and you have the stereotypical French-accent laughter?

You know the one I'm talking about: The one that you hear in cartoons when a man twirls his mustache and laughs that dramatic laugh while calling some lady mademoiselle or Mon Chéri.

It has been tearing my brain apart trying to figure out how to spell this. I really want to make it my facebook status, but I have no idea how to go about doing this short of typing "*laughing like a French person*" into the bar, which feels like a cop out.

My pastor claims that it's spelled "Hängh", and I'm well aware that Jay knows everything in the world that there is to know, but I still can't be sure. If you know how to phonetically spell French laughter, please let me know in the comments. I would be forever in your debt.

Why today was awesome: I spent the weekend with one of my best friends and we had a BLAST!

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 3.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 11

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Hunger Games

I'm writing this post for several reasons:
A- I'm hungry and thus I think of hunger.
B- I just finished this book today and it was AMAZING!
C- I really want to start Catching Fire, but I must first do all of my German and Stats homework that I have once again put off until the last minute because I suck.

All in all I have to wrap this up before I really even start it because it's already 12:30 and I have at least an hour's worth of work still in front of me. I really need to stop doing this to myself, but I'm simply masochistic. It cannot be helped.

To do list: Stats homework, Stats labs, German homework, e-mailing German professor about assignment that cannot be completed over the weekend due to short notice, sleeping, cleaning, packing.
Things that I need more of: Time.

Why today was awesome: I finished The Hunger Games and I've finally found a series besides Harry Potter that makes me want to poop my pants with joy, love, and anger.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 3.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 11

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Second Grade Lyric Flashback

When the visions around you,
Bring tears to your eyes
And all that surround you,
Are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength,
I'll give you hope,
Keeping your faith when it's gone
The one you should call,
Was standing here all along...


I'm in a very religious mood tonight. And what happens when I get religious? I turn to traditionally non-religious songs such as "This I Promise You" by 'N SYNC and I make them inherently religious. And besides that, this song might have some religious ties already in there because half the band members were highly religious men. But I digress on that.

What I'm trying to get at is just how freaking untraditional I am about almost everything. Someone tells me to tell them my life story, I begin with, "Once upon a time there was this girl named Ashley." Who freaking does that? Most people stutter around and go, "Well, I was born in..." But no. I don't do that because that would be 'conforming'. Someone else tells me to go study for a test, so what do I do? I make up a song full of the facts I should be studying complete with my own interpretive dance and hardcore beat-boxing break right in the middle. Why? Because I'm different.

I don't like doing what other people do. And right now I'm thinking that when other people want to show their adoration to God, they crank traditional gospel music like Hillsong United or The David Crowder Band, and they have at it with their hands in the air. But I don't do that very often. Instead, I turn up songs like "Nobody But You" by the Backstreet Boys and "Deep in My Heart" by Britney Spears and "Faith Won't Fail" by Katy Perry... because I like being untraditional and because I like pulling things out of the song that maybe the artist didn't even mean, but that I'm able to find.

I'm just trying to get through this life in my own way, and sometimes people give me funny looks for it, but I don't even care. I really don't. Some people just say that, but I could really care less what people think of me as long as they don't point out their dislike to my face because face-to-face insults always hurt whether anyone says they do or not.

Let me know what you think about forging your own paths through typical situations and whatnot... if you even have an opinion. Maybe I'm just weird.

Why today was awesome: I'm booking it hardcore on my Ravenclaw scarf. Hopefully it'll be done within the next week or two.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 11


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Accent Lighting

This is random, pointless, brief, and weird, but my dorm room has the best accent lighting ever. I hate having the big light on because we have such a great assortment of smaller lights that it makes everything feel like home. It's pretty much the greatest thing in the entire world to turn on three small lamps and a string of Christmas lights and sit in the warm glow of my room.

Even if I'm having an awful day, turning the lights on low helps keep me calm, cool, and collected, but above all at peace. Peace has to be one of the greatest of all the emotions possible for someone to feel. Peace is the absolute absence of any stress or anxiety. In those moments, I am all but infinite, and it's all thanks to being able to kick back in the shine of my own electronic mood.

Why today was awesome: I had dinner with Josh and Danny, and they're cool kids.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 11

Monday, January 24, 2011

Monumental Numbers

There are some moments in our lives that become quantifiable by the number of times we've done something, or the number of ways we see something, or even the number of steps we take getting from Point A to Point B. There is always counting, and sometimes even some additions, subtractions, multiplications, and divisions involved all along the road of life. You may wish to know how many stitches you need in order to finish that next row in your knitted scarf, or you may wish to know how many dinners you have left on your meal plan. No matter what you're counting, the numbers are all there, and they are all visible.

For me, the numbers in my life are meaningless things like how many clean pairs of underwear I have left in order that I may keep tabs on when I need to do laundry or how many hours of sleep I'm going to get before I finally crash for the night (usually only between 4 and 6), but there are also the bigger numbers; the numbers that quantify how much of my life I've shared with others and how much of myself those others have received.

I'm speaking, of course, about blog posts and tweets, those little blossoms on the surface of the internet that tells us how often we share too much with complete strangers.

This week, (probably within the next day or two), I'm going to reach both my 1,000th tweet and my 5,000th tumblr post. For me, this means that in the past year or so, I have given at least 6,000 pieces of myself to you beautiful strangers on the internet, and I couldn't be happier that I've done so.

With those 6,000 pieces of myself, I have made some truly lasting friendships and made countless self discoveries. I've learned that things such as these self discoveries aren't able to be counted as easily as the number of times I talk about them, but they are all there, and they are all working, and they are all beautiful; but best of all, they are all thanks to you.

Why today was awesome: I made a new vlog that I'm actually decently proud of.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 10

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Fish in the Sea

"There are plenty of fish in the sea." - An idiot

This quote is a beautiful quote. There is so much to be learned from it, such as that no matter how heartbreaking a situation may be, or how perfect the one we loved and lost truly is, there are plenty of people to choose from in the grand scheme of things.

But you know what? This analogy sucks!

Yes it makes sense, and yes it's very true and all that, but what happens if you hate fish?! I have yet to touch a fish, and I plan to keep it that way for a very long time. By saying "plenty of fish in the sea," I'm already turned off from the whole concept!

Wouldn't it be more efficient to say, "There are plenty of jelly beans in the bag," or "There are lots of squirrels in North America"?! The answer to that question is YES!

Fish are scaly little creatures with unblinking eyes and gross little fish lips. Jelly beans are delicious treats that come in a multitude of different flavors and sizes and squirrels just make people happy.

The moral of this blog post is that everybody loves jelly beans and squirrels, but it takes a special person to love a fish.

Why today was awesome: I truly learned who my real friends are.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 10

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Hello, my name is Ashley and I'll be showing you around today!

It's Saturday; the day of freedom, relaxation, and hanging out with friends all day long. But not for this girl.

Today, I spent more than four hours giving tours of my residence hall and my dorm room. I had to stand around a lobby watching a few of the other girls from my hall acting like idiots while I waited for groups of families to take around to my room and some other key highlights about the building.

Don't get me wrong, I like doing this sort of thing, however, it was annoying standing around in between the tour groups listening to conversation like:

Girl 1: Oh my gosh, you totally pushed me in the snow last night.
Girl 2: Yeah, I shoved my salad at Jason and tackled you!
Girl 1: *giggles*
Girl 2: And you put snow down my shirt!
Girl 1: Well your boyfriend put snow down my shirt!
Girl 2: And I totally gave him the idea.
Both: *giggle obnoxiously*
Me: *poker face*

It didn't help that the "boyfriend" in question is my recent ex. Joy. What a wonderful way to spend my Saturday. However, my consolation prize is that the Yule Ball was amazing last night, and we're having an after-party tonight. Oh, and the fact that I'm moving out of this hall forever in another four months! Party hard!

I'm hopefully going to be able to put up a new vlog sometime this week, and that makes me really happy. I've missed my editing software bunches and bunches.

Why today was awesome: At least my room is clean.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 10

Friday, January 21, 2011

V

So, I have a lesson to teach all you kiddies out there about your choice in sexual activities. To be the example for this lesson, I present my roommate Kelsey. Kelsey is dating a guy named Nick, but for the sake of having to write his name out oh so many times, I will hereby refer to him as "Douchebag" for short.

Okay, so Kelsey and Douchebag had the entire room to themselves this past weekend because I was on my roadtrip of wonders. Little red flags going up already? Good.

Well, I noticed right away on Monday that Kelsey had a nice, new developement on the side of her neck. Yes, my friends, I'm referring to the "whore"rific spots that we sometimes call hickies. Kelsey had a very nice V-shaped hickey right where the whole world could see it. But we're in college, so no big deal, right? Wrong.

Kelsey is now being picked up by her parents in a couple hours, and still, the hickey is there. After several attempts, she managed to cover it with makeup, but mothers ain't no fools, ladies and gents. Kelsey's parents are officially going to know that their child is a slut. Yes, dear readers, a slut.

That is all.

Why today was awesome: IT'S THE YULE BALL TONIGHT! WOOOOOO!

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 9

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Let Me Procrastinate So You Don't Have To

Hello lovelies. It's Ashley here reporting to you live from the futon of my somewhat cluttered dorm room to tell you about the horror of the art of procrastination.

Procrastination is defined by urbandictionary as, "I'll put up a definition later." Procrastination also happens to be my biggest weakness of all time.

For example, I've known for weeks now that I had 3 Statistics labs and a homework assignment all due tomorrow. When did I start them? Tonight. Oh, and let's not forget that I have a major German essay due tomorrow, too. When did I start that? Yesterday.

It seems that no matter how many places I carry my books along with me and no matter how many times I have intentions of studying or working on things, I always let it pile up until the night before. Sometimes I do it as a personal challenge to myself, but other times it really is just laziness. I find that getting into intelligent and witty battles over facebook statuses is a much more rewarding experience than explaining the differences between sampling errors and nonsampling errors.

In other news, I have to clean my room before Saturday afternoon because I'm showing it off to some high school seniors who might be living here next year. So when am I likely to clean it? You guessed it! Saturday morning.

Why today was awesome: I got out of my COMM 200 class an hour early because my professor was sick, so the TA's were teaching. And all we did for that first hour was watch clips from Mean Girls and The Office. :)

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 8

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Why do I bother?

I sit in COMM 101 two days a week for two hours a time, but I haven't picked up anything from the instructor. I come here just to say that I attended class, but really all he ever does is talk about pictures, crack jokes, and read the lesson outline that he puts on our website anyway. I really want to stop going, but I fear that I'll miss something important. Then again, I'm not really paying attention anyway.

Imagine that you moved every day to a different room in your house to sit and do the same things that you did in the room you were currently in. Would there be a point? But then again, if you didn't switch rooms, what if you missed something exciting like your cat falling off the windowsill or something awesome appearing in the fridge that you wouldn't have otherwise noticed?

This has been short and meaningless, but I really want to hear some feedback. Please let me know what you think. Should I keep attending my COMM 101 lecture?

Why today was awesome: I had lunch with some cool cats and it's Bible study tonight!

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 8

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Fear of the Inevitable

You may hate gravity, but gravity doesn't care. -Clayton Christensen

I'm sure you've all had one; one of those dreams where you are suddenly jolted awake by that intense fear of falling, be it off a cliff or merely out of bed. Still, no matter the fall, you are awakened, often breathing heavily and scared out of your mind. However, those dreams alone do not make a person afraid of falling. Despite having a nightmare that ends in you falling off a cliff to your impending doom, you might still decide to go skydiving the very next afternoon. There are such fears as these dreams of falling that aren't really fears at all, but our body's natural reactions to forces of nature, or in this case, gravity.

However, in my case, I have a legitimate fear of falling. And it's not in a sappy way; I'm not scared of falling in love. It's not in a way such as in the dream where I'm falling off a cliff; it is in fact on my bucket list to jump out of an airplane before I did. It's not even a fear of falling down the stairs and landing on my bum.

No, the way that I'm scared of falling is very specific. I'm scared of falling in one direction, and one direction only; backward.

You can think of this literally or metaphorically, and both work in this case. I have a very large and prominent fear of falling backward out of a chair or into a pool or even attempting a back-flip on a trampoline. I'm terrified of rides that take me backward down hills and I'm scared of dentist chairs and some recliners. It might seem silly, but then again, I might have agreed with you on that point until I almost killed myself trying a simple task around three years ago that involved leaning backward. Since then, just the thought of falling in a backward motion gives me chills.

My fear also makes sense metaphorically, however. I also have a fear of waking up and having the previous day mean nothing. I fear losing progress and moving backward instead of forward. At this point in my life, I want every day to take me closer to my goal, and the fact that some days won't do that frightens me.

Then again, it is inevitable that we will all fall backward at some point in our lives, so it really shouldn't scare me as much as it does. Every man lives in fear of his mid-life crisis. Every woman lives in fear of becoming her mother. All of these little setbacks are expected, and in many cases required for us to become the people we are meant to be... but why is the fall so frightening?

What scares you most in the world either literally or metaphorically? Do you remember what made you scared of it in the first place?

Why today was awesome: Today is Tuesday, and I didn't even realize it until 11:00. Trust me, this is a good thing.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 8

Monday, January 17, 2011

So, I missed a blog and I'm okay with that.

Well, I was in the car for about 16 or more hours yesterday, and when I wasn't in the car I was at a zoo with no internet, so I didn't manage to post a blog. Thus, my new years resolution is already a fail. However, I did manage to get out two blogs while I was on a 3-day road trip, so I would call that a success.

Things I did this weekend that I had never gotten to do before:
  • Stayed two nights in hotel rooms that didn't involve my family... in a row.
  • Made it through 7 states in 2 days.
  • Fed a giraffe.
  • Ran down a demi-mountain.
  • Saw a baby chimpanzee.
  • Ate my way through almost two whole packages of oreos... and didn't regret it.
  • Ate nothing but fried foods and stale bagels in a 24 hour period and lived to tell the tale!
  • Turned on a pair of guys that have known me since the beginning of my awkward teen years... all while wearing a onesie.
  • Drank plain iced tea from Wendy's.
  • Soaked in some South Carolina Vitamin D in the middle of January.
  • Danced across a river.
  • Cussed in front of my old boss.
  • Sang "My Dick" with that same man.
  • Ate nachos covered in caramel, chocolate, ice cream, whipped cream, and cinnamon.
  • Had a bouncer at a bar come to my defense and offer to "thump" my guy friends for me.
  • Been shoved willingly into a cell phone isolation booth.
  • Had to call a hotel and ask them to ship a stuffed animal halfway across the country after leaving it there.
Why today was awesome: Although it went from 71 degrees to 17 degrees very quickly, it was good to come home.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2.5
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 8

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Pretty Sunsets? ... Nap Time!

Driving through North and South Carolina today had some very rewarding mountain scenery including a beautiful sunset, which my best friend was completely mesmerized with. Me, however... I chose to sleep for most of the four hour drive from Tennessee to South Carolina.

It's not that I don't appreciate good nature scenes; it's just that I've made that same trek like ten times in my life, I was tired, and I really didn't feel like watching a sunset that had a better backdrop but with the same old colors that I could see back home in Ohio. Napping seemed the much better option, and I stand by my decision.

Best things about road trips:
  • Hotel rooms
  • Warmer weather (even by 10 degrees)
  • Gas station pit-stop jokes
  • Sleeping in awkward positions
  • Cheese curds
Why today was awesome: My lunch consisted of nothing but fried foods, and then I got in the car and ate a whole box of sour patch kids. Life = made.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 8

Greetings from Tennessee!

I'm not writing much because it's 4 am and my friends are trying to sleep, but I figured I'd let you know that I sat in a car for almost 10 hours today, and as a result I'm in some cheap motel near Knoxville, Tennessee. I love everyone that I'm with, and I know the next two days are going to be fan-freaking-tastic.

So far there have already been some great moments, and I now have some stolen cigars and a very full tummy. The scenery around this area of the country is BEAUTIFUL. Much better than the flat wasteland that is Ohio.

Why today was awesome: ROAD TRIP!
Why today was notsome: Quiet hotel rooms and no free time to blog....sad day.

My year in numbers:
Look at yesterday's and repeat.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Have I Failed?

Technically I have no blog posted for "January 13th, 2011," however, does that mean I've already failed in my resolution? I like to think not. I have not yet gone to bed after having been awake all day on January 13th, so in my book, the day is still young. Although my blog might say that I have skipped a day, it is sorely mistaken.

Now that we've cleared up my little mind blunder, I'd like to address a potentially bigger blunder that is to come this weekend. So my waiting until after midnight to post a blog has little effect in the grand scheme of things, but my road trip to South Carolina this weekend might have a bigger one. I will be booking it down to Knoxville and then to Columbia to visit a couple zoos with some good buddies... but what this means for my blog is that I might not be able to find wifi or good enough chunks of time to put out blogs on Saturday and Sunday!

I know, all four of you readers are highly disappointed.

However, this isn't about you, this is about me! I didn't call this blog "The Chronicles of Ashley" for nothing, ya know! So, it's hardly two weeks into the New Year, and I might already have to unwillingly relinquish the ideal that I might put out 365 blogs in one year. But, I came into this with the heart to try, even if I fail, so keep on trucking I will. (Read that like Yoda and it becomes funny.)

Why today was Awesome: I saw Despicable Me for the first time, got an A on my first Comm and Stat quizzes, and had the most pointless blog in the history of pointless blogs!

Edit: It was only after typing this all up and posting it that I realized that I have my blog time settings in the wrong time zone, so my blog does say January 13th... I think I'll keep it like this. :)

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 2
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 7

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Duct Tape Failblog

Duct Tape: Like The Force, duct tape has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.

Everyone loves duct tape, right? You know you've used it to tape something up, tape something down, fix a nasty leak, remove a wart, or even to wax your mustache. It has many uses including building things, beautification, and handy work. I sometimes am even caught using the phrase, "If it can't be fixed with duct tape, then it isn't broken."

The only thing that could possibly make this perfect creation better would be if it came in interchangeable colors to suit my decorating and building needs. Oh wait. It does! It comes in a variety of colors, and if you step into my dorm room, you'll immediately notice pink, green, and orange duct tape splayed in several different locations suiting several different purposes.

However, I've found something wrong with this miracle that is colored duct tape.

It isn't sticky.

Don't get me wrong; it's tape. It has a sticky side and a not sticky side, but it's just not the same as the good old silver duct tape. I taped up some Christmas lights under my lofted bed, and they keep falling down no matter how many times I tape them up. You can tell by touching it that it doesn't have that same, 'Oh my goodness, I'm never going to get this sticky off of my skin' feeling that regular duct tape has.

In conclusion, I am now forced to decide what matters most to me; my colors, or my duct-tapey satisfaction.

Why today was awesome: I had cherry pie.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 6

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Ashley is Upside-Down

It's fairly common to go into an event in a place with new people and being forced into putting on one of those ridiculous "Hello My Name Is:" stickers. I know some people-like me- are tempted to write, "Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die," on such stickers, but in reality, it's more socially acceptable for me to just write, "Ashley," or at the very most, "Ashley P."

However, lately I've gotten to thinking that simply writing 'Ashley' like everyone expects me to isn't really harnessing that 'inner Ashley' that I so greatly strive for. So, in an effort to be different, I've taken to wearing my name-tag upside down. The first time that I saw someone do this, it was at a top 2% dinner for my senior class, and it was my best friend. I didn't think anything of it at the time except that it was awesome that she always manages to come up with crazy things to stand out, and I imitated her just so I could feel cool, too.

After I thought more about it, though, I realized that wearing my name-tag upside down was actually something that suited me. It doesn't suit me in a way that I'm weird and crazy, but in a way that I see the world from a different perspective.

By wearing my name-tag upside down, everyone else can clearly see that my name is Ashley, and I can perfectly read it every time I look down, but I always get asked why I have it the way that I do, and I always get to answer, "It's so that everyone else can see who I am if they look hard enough, but I will always know for sure."

I guess it's sort of my new life philosophy, and I hope that I never forget to see my life in that way. It doesn't matter if other people can't see me clearly as long as they get the general idea. It doesn't matter if people can't see life the way I see it as long as I never forget who I am. It doesn't matter if I'm different as long as I'm still me.

Why today was awesome: I used my hot cocoa machine for the first time.

My year in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 5
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 5

Monday, January 10, 2011

Sickness Sucks

One thing I absolutely loved being sick while living at home was that I could stay home from school, my mom would make me soup and lemon water, and I could sleep all day long. However, things at college are very different when I'm not feeling up to par. I still feel the need to go to class, no one is around to make me soup or hot lemon water, so if I want the soup, I have to walk to one of the restaurants to get it, and I definitely can't sleep all day. In fact, I sometimes don't even get close to the proper amount of sleep at night because of homework or rowdy neighbors.

The entire act of being sick goes from being something tolerable to being something so totally awful that I can't even think up a word to fathom it's awfulness.

And despite the fact that I'm not "sick", I'm still feeling the effects of it's awfulness because I'm so sore and completely incapable of comfortable movement that I'm in the same boat. I don't want to walk to get food, be it soup or something else, because it hurts too badly, and I didn't want to walk to class today, but I did it anyway, and I'm out of meds, so I'm feeling pretty ridiculously awful on that end, too.

Needless to say, it totally sucks.

Why today was awesome: I'm still not out of apple juice and my boots are really warm.

My life in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 4
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 4

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Things that Happen When I'm Tired: Part 1

  1. I mumble. I'm not just talking the average slurring of words, but literal incoherent babble. And the worst part is that I usually think I'm saying intelligent things, but it actually sounds like, "Hummblety rthur jfurlf flurght.... blrufjr."
  2. I rub my eyes a lot. And I know a lot of people do this when they get tired, but I usually rub mine so much that I make them bloodshot and gross looking just because rubbing my eyes releases my sleepy pressure-headache.
  3. I sing. Generally the singing sounds pretty much like my babbling but with a rhythm to it. Sometimes it turns into a rap.
  4. I have to pee a lot. My bladder realizes the fact that I might soon fall asleep and not want to get up to go to the potty for several hours, so whether I'm actually laying down or not, the moment I get tired, my bladder tells me it's potty break time.
  5. I rock back and forth. This started when my grandpa got a rocking armchair when I was little and he would always rock me to sleep. Now whenever I get tired and I'm sitting somewhere, I start subconsciously rocking myself back and forth like I'm attempting to rock myself to sleep in his chair. Cute, huh?

Why today was awesome: Getting a business card at the club instead of just a number.

My life in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 3
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 4

Saturday, January 8, 2011

How to receive the cheapest of therapies

Tired of feeling the need for therapy but without the money to get it? I have the solution! Spend $20 on the SIMS and then kill everyone in your life who is bothering you in a multitude of ways!

I know you've probably heard of this remedy before, but I'd like to tell you firsthand that it actually works. All you have to do is build everyone in your life in some made up city and make the ones you dislike as ugly as possible with horrible last names. Then, you make their lives a living hell, and then you kill them over and over, but restart the game without saving after you kill them.

Not only does it feel really great, but it's also the creative outlet that your mother has been bugging you into finding!

I hate that this post was so short, but I feel as though I've helped your life a little in the process of leaving to go get ready for a night on the town. It's been a good week leading into a good weekend.

Why today was awesome: GIRL TIME WITH KRISTEN

My life in numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 2
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 3

Friday, January 7, 2011

Why was today awesome?

So, I've been putting "my year in numbers" at the bottom of each of my posts, and while that is great and fine and dandy, and I'm intrigued to see how high the numbers get, I also am starting something new here and now. In honor of the Five Awesome Girls ending, I'm going to ask myself at the end of each of these blogs why my day was awesome.

Not only will this allow me to reflect and pull out my favorite pieces of each day, but it will also make me think of each day in a positive light, so even if things fell apart and went horribly wrong, I'll still need to think of at least one awesome thing. Awesome, right?

Today my life is fairly boring, so I won't force you to read about my stats class, or my German class, or my random ramblings with Kacie at lunch. I won't even force you into hearing my plans to go to Cosi later, or even how excited I am to eat my Lucky Charms and take a nap after this. But, what I will tell you is that it is Friday, and as of tomorrow I will have successfully blogged every single day for one week solid. I've never even kept up a diary for this long, so I'm very proud of myself.

Why today was awesome: The special at the Creamery was a Chicken Parmesan Sub... and I ate it.

My Year in Numbers:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 2
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 3

Thursday, January 6, 2011

My Deformity

I have dimples.

Yes, I know what you're thinking: 'Thank you for informing us, Ashley, but lots of people have dimples!'

Okay, that's great for you, but you're not the one who grew up with these two big indentations on your face when you smiled, yet never bothered to look up why you had them. Yes, that's right; I had no idea what dimples really even were until 2 minutes ago.

On a whim, after 19 years of staring at my own face in the mirror, I finally decided to do a google search for what causes dimples in the first place. My conclusion is that I have a facial deformity.

"Anatomically, dimples are caused by the facial muscle called zygomaticus major. Dimples are caused when your facial muscle – zygomaticus major, is shorter than normal; it pulls on your skin and forms the indentation in your facial skin."

So, basically my face has a muscle shortage which is now causing me to have seemingly "attractive" craters on my face. This hardly seems fair. Why did my face get shorted some of it's muscles? Why am I having to suffer from some genetic deficiency that many people find cute? Why couldn't dimples just be caused from bubbly personalities and sun-shiny dispositions?!

My Year in #'s:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 2
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 3

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Heaven on Earth

So, there's a little game that we are often taught about in middle school that is fondly called "Seven Minutes in Heaven", and we are taught to fear this game for it can either make or break our future careers in romanticism. Now, I've never had any experience in this game myself, but from my understanding you become trapped in a dark closet with a random person of the opposite sex with intent to have a fairly hefty make-out session. While this post isn't going to be about seven minutes in heaven, it is going to be about the seven people I would most like to meet when I get to heaven.

The game, however, is completely relevant to the subject at hand. I am a very spiritual person, and while I don't parade and go on and on about my beliefs on a regular basis to everyone I meet, I do have strong opinions, though an open mind. My idea of life is sort of like the dark closet in the game seven minutes in heaven. We are thrown into the dark with random strangers and are often expected to come out with crazy experiences and stories that we never actually obtained because in reality everyone else is just as scared about being in that dark closet as you are. While the metaphor is a somewhat weak one compared to the ones I usually dredge up, I felt it deemed sharing.

Now, onto my list. Here are the 7 people I would most like to see when I get to heaven:
  1. Jesus: Call me cliche, but I hear he's kinda a big deal.
  2. My Aunt Lynne: When I was 7 years old, my mother's sister died of lung cancer. I still remember her, and I know that she would have been one of the biggest influences in my life had she lived. I know for a fact that she is my guardian angel, and I can't wait to see her again in time and finally have the relationship with her that I've always dreamed of.
  3. Richard Harris: He was the man who truly brought to life my favorite quote, "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." He's taught me that while I can have hopes and dreams I must also stay grounded in what's real. (Although Jo Rowling helped with that, too.)
  4. Walt Disney: In retrospect to Richard, all of my dreams that are still real and tangible are thanks to this man. There is not a day where I don't have a million and a half words of wisdom from his mouth flowing through my head and straight into my heart. If I could thank him at some point in the future, even if it's in a heavenly, my-soul-thanks-you sort of glow, I'll be content.
  5. My papa: Although he's not dead yet, I know that he likely will be by the time I pass on. At the thought of my grandpa dying, I'm already stricken to tears. Literally, I am sitting here sobbing on my computer at the thought that I'll have to sing my own song someday without his voice singing along with me. He truly is my best friend, and nothing else bears elaboration. I'll need him, and I know he'll need me, too.
  6. Dave Evans: This man was my grandparent's best friend, and I grew up with him around all the time. When I started volunteering at the zoo with him and he introduced me to people as his "long time love", it gave me warm fuzzy feelings. He was a third grandfather to me, and his heart held so much love that it gave up on him back in October. I'll never forget the mass turnout of people at his funeral and seeing all the love he gave in his lifetime. I will remember him forever, and there won't be a day where I won't remember one of our secret conversations and smile. I know he's whispering hushed words of wisdom to me from the skies, and I can't wait until we can be side by side for them once again.
  7. This would be a toss up between many people that I know whom are all still living: There's no way to know which of my friends will be gone by the time I am. There's no way to know who won't be at my funeral simply because of the fact that I'll have been at their's first. Some people on this list include Kayla Zaleski, my mom, my brother, Kacie LaBrecque, or even my future husband, whoever he may be. I don't want to think about which of these people will be leaving Earth before me, but it's plausible that some of them might... and I'd want to see their faces when I arrive on the other side.
My Year in #'s:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 2
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 2

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Sleeping in Class is Never Overrated

At the end of my autumn quarter of college, my life had never been lower, but now as I step into the beginning of winter quarter of college, my life has perhaps never been better!

Today was the first day that I have spent almost completely on my own class and lunch-wise, and it was so inwardly fulfilling for me, and I'm so happy right now. Even the absence of my cute guy from yesterday can't bring down my intense feeling of complete independence at this point. And besides, I'm sure I'll see him again tomorrow.

Right now the only thing standing in my way between now and a smooth quarter is buying my several hundred dollars worth of books, which I'm going to do in about an hour.

However, the main point of this post is to explain about how true to the saying is that "old habits die hard".

Today, sitting in COMM 200 after I had already given up searching out my attractive buddy, I actually attempted to listen to what my professor was saying. However, being my first day in that class, all he was doing was going over the syllabus, which for this particular professor included a five minute rant about what we'd be covering in every other class for the rest of the quarter. Needless to say, within the first ten minutes of him talking, I'd already nodded off. I had made a promise to myself that I wouldn't let myself sleep my way through college like I did through high school, but there ya go. There were over 500 students in the room, so there was no way he was going to notice that I'd nodded off. I slept my way through an hour and a half lecture, and I have no shame in having done so. My only regret is not using that time to find my cute guy.

Lesson learned: Don't tell yourself what you can't do because you'll do it anyway.

My Year in #'s:
How Many Books I've Read: 1
How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 2
How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 2

Monday, January 3, 2011

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Today I did something that I've never done before. In fact, it was something that I've never even really had the urge to do before... What did I do, you ask? I gave my number to a guy. Groundbreaking news, right? Not that I've never given my number to any guys, but never in the I'm-going-to-write-my-number-in-this-notebook-and-then-rip-out-the-page-in-a-cute-manner-way before.

So, I was sitting in my Communications 100 class minding my own business when the guy next to me (who was completely and 100% attractive) looks at me and asks, "Is this Comm 100?" and I casually responded, "I sure hope so." We shared a laugh and that was that. However, we continued with small talk about our grades, our hometowns, and our future plans until the class started and some girl sat in the random empty seat in between us. Not before we managed to plan a future "study date".

So then what did I do in the remaining 15 minutes of our lecture? I worked up the courage to write my number down on a piece of paper with my full name (in case he would decide to facebook me) and a smiley face, and as class let out, I handed it to him. This was, however, after I texted two of my best friends asking if I should give it to him in the first place, both of whom responded with resounding, "YES"'s.

His reaction was to look at the piece of paper, smile, and say, "Thank you so much! We'll have to get together some time this quarter." And then he left, but I was feeling pretty good about myself, so I didn't even notice that my feet were killing me on the long walk back to my room.

I have a feeling this is going to be a great quarter.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Dogs Days of Winter

So, I'm back at college after a long 3-week break, and while it's good to be back, I also have a few complaints:

#1: Unpacking.
This in itself is every college student's worst nightmare. It's not just packing up everything in your dorm room to go home with you over winter, where if you forget any vital things you can rest assured your parents will have a spare somewhere in the house, or at least the money to go get you a replacement; but it's packing up everything from your house (again) and trekking hours away back to your dorm room where you hope and pray that you have everything you need to at least make it through the three days until you can receive a package from your parents. It's stressful remembering where everything used to be, having to work around your equally hectic and stressed roommate, and becoming bored with the proceedings a mere five minutes into the process.

#2: People you don't really like.
It's one thing to see your friends again after a long holiday break, but it's a whole different thing to see everyone that you've been glad to be rid of for those three blessed weeks. Example here being my ex boyfriend and his wonderful new girlfriend and a hundred of their closest friends. (Notice the casual use of sarcasm.)

#3: Food.
So, everyone on campus is trying to move back in all the same span of about 3 or 4 hours, yet none of the food places are open. This is very inconvenient when you spent hours unpacking and really aren't in the mood to make your own food, even if it's just Easy Mac or cold ravioli from a can.

#4: Things that have fallen apart during the holiday.
For example, any lights or pictures that were taped to the wall decided to fall down over break when no one was around to care if they stuck it out. I'd give another example, but this is about the only one I've got, and I felt the need to give it it's own post because it's fracking annoying.

All-in-all, however, it's good to be home.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

365 Days of Blogging

I've been neglecting this blog like a mofo, and for that I'm extremely sorry. However, as one of my new year's resolutions, it's my aim to make this blog know of my existence, so here I am with a plot to blog here every day for the next 365 days. I know that I will fail, but trying and making a good effort will make me a better person in the end. At least I'd like to think it would.

I'm not sitting here, surrounded by going-back-to-school junk, dirty clothes, and empty boxes to tell you that my life is astoundingly interesting, but I can promise you that it will be real.

I'm a normal girl who sleeps in later than she should, enjoys shopping but not spending money, misses Saturday cartoons, and is trying to make all of her dreams come true no matter how much time and hard work that it takes her to get there.

I'm not going to bore you with a long rant about my life right now, because I'm sure there will be boring days that will give me plenty of opportunities for that in the future. Right now I just want to say that I'm accepting my own challenge, and I hope that at least a few people join me for the ride.