| The funeral of summer. |
[12 Aug 2007|06:10pm] |
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After a night of hard drinking, first at a birthday party and then at a bar in South Charleston, I've come to the decision that alcohol and I do not mix. Really. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have said; I said a lot of things that should've been said a while ago. But regardless, that's the reason for the update. I'm a lush, and that's not cute.
In other news, I believe I'll be packing my things for Concord. I don't know how well I'll do, considering the disaster of a semester that just passed. I hope for the best, though. That's about all I can do, isn't it?
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[30 Jun 2007|06:11pm] |
god,
let tonight be amazing.
-ashley
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[19 Feb 2007|09:34am] |
dear university administrators;
i realize it's terribly hard for you to understand,
but there is snow on the ground and on the roads.
since about half of your students are commuters,
i would think you would understand this and once,
just once,
cancel this damn institution.
the thing is,
i'm not even complaining for me.
i have a pretty easy workload today.
but i'm terrified for those people
driving from beckley just so they can make it to class.
not everyone lives right across the road.
please, please, please
keep this in mind the next time it snows badly.
a concerned student who's not skipping class
ps: president beasley, could you be anymore of an asshole about someone parking in your parking spot? you live right across the road, for fuck's sake! i realize you're old, but you're not decrepit, and if students (the people who pay your salary, by the way) don't have a place to park, why should you? i hope someone parks there again today.
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[08 May 2006|06:24pm] |
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the ataris -- i won't spend another night alone |
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I'm going out to eat tonight with Ashley Bell, MK, & Carissa.
I'm wearing a GAP polo and sweatpants.
Talk shit to me, I dare you!
YAY for fashion faux pas.
In other news, I think that Zach and I are finally on the okay track. Maybe. Perhaps it's too soon to say.
I also kicked my English final's ass this morning without reading the book or bringing it with me to help on my essay. Yes! I am awesome.
Anyway, Chucktown on Wednesday after my final.
Miss me much?
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[08 Dec 2005|07:50pm] |
HELP
What do I want from Zach's parents (under $45) for Christmas?
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[08 Feb 2005|03:44pm] |
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stray cats--jump, jive, and wail. |
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Friends Only.
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| First entries are always scary. |
[02 Feb 2005|05:14pm] |
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the get up kids. |
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The time has come that I begin my first entry in this new journal.
I feel like I'm cheating on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) schsbabydoll, but I'm not. I have a feeling within a few days I will suffer seperation anxiety, but I hate change, so that makes sense. schsbabydoll was a good friend to me for four years, but that chapter in my life is closing. In less than four months, I'll be a highschool graduate, and after that, I become a college freshman. I'm no longer the girl who changes her crush every five seconds and loves hanging out at the mall every waking moment. That girl is gone. She can't follow me to college or to the life I will live after that, even though that Ashley will always be with me. She's forever a teenage girl--a "babydoll"--while I am a developing young woman. I'm not that girl anymore. This journal is going to be a fresh start for me--a clean slate. So, who is this "mysterious" ashleyjune? In the past, I have been elusive, but now I'm laying everything on the table.
I feel like some sort of introduction is necessary, but I'm horrible with these things. Here goes nothin'...
My name, as you've either known or probably guessed by now, is Ashley. I'm a friendly, outgoing female who devours all types of literature. I'm a member of the "liberal Left," and no, this is not how I characterize myself. Like I said, I'm laying it all on the table. I support gay marriage, and I'm a pro-choice feminist that believes it's a woman's right to choose what she does with her body. And no, I'm not going to Hell. I think I'm on a search for the diety or religion that feels like "me," but I'm still trying to figure that one out. I love taking pictures. I abhor close-minded, judgemental people. I love English, and I adore grammar. I'm also a stubborn, quick-tempered psychobitchwhore. I have big ears, big feet, and an even bigger mouth. I dream of a Utopian society. I am an daughter-sister-aunt-friend-collegue-girlfriend-soulmate, and I love all the people in my life. I believe in fate, karma, and true love. I believe that love and true friendships last forever. I am also an emotional fuck, and my feeling are bruised easily. I also cry easily. Books make me cry, movies make me cry...you name it. I have German, Irish, Norweigian, Dutch, and English blood flowing through my veins, which means that I'm a stubborn heavydrinker with a quick temper and an even quicker tongue. I love fanfiction. I love slash fanfiction. I hate having socks on my feet when I'm sleeping. And I'm desperately in love with my boyfriend-bestfriend-soulmate.
I believe that's all you need to know for now, right?
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