Spring break is...beautiful.
What a nice day out it is today. The sun is shining, yet it's not too hot. No cloud in sight, and certainly no rain. This sping break is gonna be so nice and relaxing...oh man. This is gonna be great.

Yesterday:
Mom: (jumps out of her chair) "Eurika!!! I've got it!!!"
Dad: "Got what?"
Mom: "The most genius idea in the world. Ever."
Dad: "Well what is it?"
Mom: "Let's go and wash our cars when it is going to rain in thirty minutes!!!!"
Dad: "Brilliant! Brilliant! My wife is a genius! Let's go tell Ash. She'll love the idea."
(They go to tell me)
Me: "OMG!!! Who thought of this? Maybe they should patent it and make a million dollars off of it. Let's go and put the idea into action, shall we?"
Parents: "Let's go!"
The three of them go out and have a blast washing the cars. It wasnt cold or windy at all, and it did not start to rain when they were drying. After they were done, they looked back at their beautiful work. What an idea.
Another satirical work by Ash!

Ashley: "You're just mad because I told you this is the stupidest idea ever."

Happy birthday to meee...
Hier. Quel dommage...

What?
Who?
Wha-?
But, but, I thought...
mmmmm

Ya know one of those moments that just make you stop dead in your tracks? Stop whatever you were doing about just to take it all in? And totally change completely your thoughts and feelings? I just had one of those moments. A revelation, so to speak. If thats the word.

My birthday is in two days.
Our country is at war.
I just ate some yogurt.
I have Jupiter stuck in my head.
I have lotsa prcalc homework.
The SAT is April 5th.

It was raining two miutes ago.
But its not raining now.

Ahh. I feel so much better now.

Let me clear something up:
I don't hate Asher. I never will hate Asher. In fact, I hold no ill-will or bad feelings against Asher at all. Just to let you all know this. Any more detail will be private. Take this into consideration.
Thank you

I've been ticked off all day, but for no reason.
Oh yeah, I have no sleep.

I wish my mom would stop yelling

In first block, we had a substitute today, and, like always with substitutes, the kids were acting up. We were watching Medea, and these two boys started taking turns punching each other. For no reason. And it wasnt just a light buddy-buddy punch. It was like, "owwww I heard that, that really hurt" punch. I dont know why they were doing it, but it was really funny.

And then in third block, a rabid gigantosquirrel attacked everyone. We had to get rabies shots and everything. I hope everyones gonna be ok.

I went to "Anything Goes" with Heather tonight. It was so much fun. You guys, Heather is really cool, and I'll kill the person who says different. Just kidding about the killing part. But yeah, we had a lot of fun. We ate at Subway before the show and this guy walked by and Heather thought that he was gonna break into her car and she looked really scared. Poor Heather. Luckily for us, he didnt break in. And Subway cookies are so dang good. Even if they do taste like cinnamin oatmeal cookies. LOL

Then at the show, we saw Jennifer Grey and Heather threw her jacket at her and tripped her. It was funny. Then we went inside and the elusive Mr Kreins was there and we sat by him. Bad idea. He wouldnt shut up during intermission. The show was really funny though, but I think that the Eau Gallie auditorium has a problem with voice projection.

Then we went to Seven eleven and got muffins and milk. Well, only I got milk. And then we laughed because we are friends and have a good time with each other and help each other out through thick and thin. Thanks, Heather for being such a good friend.

"Its squishy. It's not stale."

I just made a connection. Sometimes when people say my last name wrong, they say "stale." Sometimes they even write it that way. And we are a family known for stale food. Just ask my lunch friends. Hahaha.

Said a student to his teacher one day:
"Wright has not written rite right, I say"
And the teacher replied,
as the blunder she eyed:
"Right! Wright, write, rite, right, right away!"

You're so ugly you belong in a zoo
The clothing you wear is hideous, too
You must have been hatched in a witche's brew

There was an old man from Peru,
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke up with a fright
In the dead of the night
To find it was perfectly true!

I'm A-OK!

My brain: "Hmmm. Maybe this seven mile bike ride without suntan lotion thing wasnt such a good idea after all..."

Me: "Hmmm. Maybe this going on the roof of a moving train in the rain thing wasnt such a good idea after all..."

So, yesterday, Rebecca was over and me and her and Craig were playing animal crossing. Rebecca was playing, I was watching, and Craig would press random on his cd player everytime rebecca got to a new place or spoke to someone. So it was like, if you walked into the police station, a new song would come on, and it would be like, "This is the police station song!" Sometimes it was lame, but most of the time it was hilarious. The funniest time was when Rebecca talked to Pompom, a cute little duck, and Mars came on. It was like, "Feel the wrath of Pompom!!!" Then there was another time when I went to save, and Grizzly was there, and opera mnusic started playing. It almost made me pee my pants.

I just took a REALLY long bike ride. I forgot to put on suntan lotion, so my face is all red. Whoops. Once, I was riding along, minding my own business, when a snake slithered into my path. I screamed and almost ran it over. It made me get to my destination twice as fast. But this was no ordinary snake, it was gigantosnake.
::Picks up a cup:: it was like, this big.
::Picks up a candle:: No, it was, like this big.
::Picks up a paper plate:: No, it was really, like this big, guys. I swear.
Then it started talking to me. It was like "Ashley, I want to eat you"
hahaha, to the people who get this, it's really funny. Hahaha.

To hell with it all. I'm going to bed.

ROTFL!
I love my life, because:
God loves me (and I love him!)
My family and friends are the greatest ever
I'm never actually "hungry" or "thirsty"
I'm breathing and quite heathly in every area
Good grades come easy to me
I can play flute like no one's business
I can speak my opinion and not get shot, made fun of, etc.
I have a nice comfy bed to sleep in every night
I live in Florida and it's not 20 degrees right now
-and much much more!-

I am not a stranger to the rain.

Nothing special to post today. Just a normal day. Wake up wanting to sleep more. Band. Sleep (aka Engish). French. Practice. Lunch. Precalc. Bus. Lesson. Eat. Homework. Idol of the American type. Blog.

Actually, I do have something of interest to discuss (rant about) today:

Okay, so I was in third block and today was a jazz band day. I finally brought my practice books and etudes so I could practice in third block. I get there, and all the practice rooms are filled. So I ask Schwindt if I can practice in the office, as I often do. "No," he says, "not today." Okay, so what do I do? He asks me who are in the other practice rooms. "Heather and Taylor are in that one, Ilea and some other people are in that one..." "I'll kick them out" he says, meaning Ilea and company "Theyre not practicing." Right. So I go and get my stuff out of my locker as he is shooing everyone out. There were A LOT of people in there. As I watch them all come out, I start to feel REALLY bad. And they all sort of glare at me as I, one person, go in to practice. "Why should you feel guilty?" my mind says. "You are practicing, they werent. You have the right to be here. Besides, why do you care what they think? Youll never speak to them ever again after high school. Your flute, on the other hand, will be speaking for decades to come. Who deserves more attention?" All this and I dont feel one bit better about the whole ordeal.
I dont know what I shouldve done. But it's over now, and theyll prolly never think about it again, so neither should I.
Goodnight.

Publish. Now.

I have so many thought swirling around in my head, I don't know what to do with em all. And some are blocking the other's chance of coming to the surface. OK, here's one:
I'm not gonna mention any names, but you will know if this is you. And if you're uncertain, it's not you.
To a certain friend: I love the real you. You are smart and beautiful and one of the best people I have ever known. When I first met you that summer, I met the REAL you, and that's who I have grown to love. Don't put on a fake face just to please people. Don't hide. You are absolutely right, you can't please everyone. And even though it may seem sometimes that I don't care as much as I once did (I'm sorry if I come across that way), I still care about you as much as ever. Don't doubt yourself. Who you are depends on no one but you. Your natural colors are more vibrant than any painted-on mask, and it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Thank you.

Rain, rain, rain. Rain makes me think about things. Did anyone else see the way the colors of the sky changed as the rain conflicted with growing darkness? I loved that. First the sky was all hazy gray-orange, then it slowly changed to mysterious, deep blue and purple, then it got darker and the sky was covered in a majestic navy blue veil. Ahh, I love it. If the sun wasn't so bright, I could stare at the sky all day. It's so enticing, as if to say "Come here..I have a secret to tell you." I especially love the stars and moon on a clear night. There's nothing greater than that. Sometimes you can just gaze up at that big full moon and you just know...everything's gonna be alright.

Wow, I'm getting semi-deep thought here. I gotta change that.

Happy St. Partick's Day to all, and to all a good night. Right. Night. ish.

OK, the Renaissance it is. What I don't understand is how do you write about the history of a period of time in history? Blimey, this is gonna be tough.

oh yes, and two meestar coke, please

hahahaaa stealing all of asher's quizzes:

You are Emily Dickinson
You are reclusive and imaginative. Not too many people know the real you, as you almost always keep your emotions locked up inside. You have a devout belief in God yet can be, at times, curiously analytical. Even still, you have passion and longing teaming beneath your surface that only a select few will ever know. You tend to deny your loneliness.

Take the Which Poet are You? Quiz - brought to you out of boredom and pretention!

I like it.

You are Legolas, the Elf.


Which Lord of the Rings Character are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

I always get Legolas for some reason.

I profusely apologize for anyone I disconcerted in third block by yelling "Shut up." I don't know what came over me, something just snapped. It was totally un-called for and out of line and it won't happen again.

Awake, O sleeper, arise from death
abandon the shadows of night
the wind of the spirit shall be your breath
and Christ will fill you with light!
I think those are the words. I hope those are the words

"You should use your brother's acne medicine. It's works really well"
"I don't want to get rid of my flaws. They prove I am human"
What an evil response...

I REALLY hope I dont get into any trouble for linking to a website thats not a blogger-powered one. And I REALLY hope the link works. Computers are not my best friend. Especially this one. Ah, well. You can't always get your chiuaua.

Ya know what I hate more than a lot of things in the world? Being interrupted. Always when I'm trying to do something. I'm practicing, studying, reading a book, doing my homework, watching T.V, it doesn't even matter what I'm doing, but I just hate being interrupted. Can't people see that I am doing something? It's so irritating.

Now that that's over with, I must say that I don't think much of talking to people in general. Up until a couple years ago, (when I came "out of my shell") I avoided talking to people altogether. I thought people my age were basically all dumb. I never had many friends because I didnt assert myself to talk to new people and I was kind of egotistical. Ya know, thinking I'm better than everyone. But I mostly kept to myself. Now I have some of the best friends in the whole world and I can tell them anything and I don't know why it turned out that way, but I'm sure glad it did. Actually, I do know why it turned out that way. I owe it all to band. Band is the link between me and all my best friends. You become good friends with someone because you have a lot in common and spend a lot of time together, right? Well, band did that all for me. It even arranged my lunch schedule for me. Thank you, band.

Now to take a page out of Alyssa's book (or blog, whatever), here's

Things you probably didn't know about Ashley (or maybe you did, but whatever)
1) I lived in New York for almost half my life.
Oh yeah. I'm a Buffalo gal, born and raised. (You guys-"Ohhh, so that explains the accent")

2) I used to do gymnastics and dance
I was really into gymnastics and tap when I was little. When I moved, only the gymnastics stayed. Which brings me to the next thing...

3) I had back surgery the summer of 2000
Some of you may know this. I wore a dreadful back brace in eigth grade.

4) I despise group work
I hate any work with other people. Even if it's with my friends. I'd rather do it myself and know that everything is prepared.

5) I have an unusual liking for breakfast foods
Pancakes, eggs, muffins, buscuits, waffles, pastries, ham, bacon, fruit, you name it, I'm crazy about it. But especially muffins. Mmmmmm....

6)I have a split personality
Some of you have only seen me loud and obnoxious. Some people think I'm the quietest kid ever. I change depending on the circumstances. I think this is prolly true about everyone, though.

7) I like action movies
It's true. Girls can like James Bond, too.

8) I have a hopeless sense of direction
It took me forever to get the school down. I still cant find my way through the ninth grade building. I always miss exits. It's hopeless.

9) I've always wanted to be an actress
It's a dream that will never happen because I found another area that I've done well in. When I was little, I would always do shows with my cousins. I've always wanted to act. But it's prolly too late now.

10) I'm really bad at spelling
In fourth grade, I got out on the first round of the spelling bee for misspelling "kneel." What a dork. I dont know why this is, because I've always read a lot. Oh well.

I've noticed from walking around school that boys and girls hold their books/notebooks in two distinctly different ways. Girls always have their elbow out and rest their books in between their arm and hip. Boys always have one arm down with their hand curved and the books resting in the crook of the hand. And now that I've mentioned it, you'll start noticing it too. In my crude estimation, about one half of the school carries their books one of these two ways (the other half doesnt carry books ^_^). I bet if the "experts" heard this they'd say something like "It proves that girls are more open with their feelings" or some other nonsense. I don't think so. But I still think it's cool...I wonder if anyone else has ever noticed it.

I had some really weird dreams last night. I think I only remember dreams when I wake up in the middle of them, and that happened a lot last night. A night of activity, shall I say. There was one dream where I was gonna sleep over at my cousin's house, even though I havent done that for about five years. There was one where THS was making a movie about hostages or something crazy like that. That one had muppets somewhere in it. There was another one (the scariest) when I was running from this man with a gun. I don't know who the man was, but I know he wanted to shoot me. It did one of those evil dream-runs where it's like you're running through water and the man caught me. I felt the gun on my back, and, certain I was going to die, I was really scared. Then I sorta calmed down and started praying. I did not fear death, only the physical pain that inevidably preceeds death. I knew God was there, so I wasn't scared of anything but pain. It was really strange. Then I woke up, but I still felt the gun on my back. I thought the man was real and the dream had come true. And for some reason, I though if I moved, he would shoot. So I didnt move for a loong time. Finally, I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was 5:30, 30 minutes before I usually get up. Everything was dark and quiet and peaceful. But I still felt whatever it was on my back. I went back to sleep, and 30 minutes later I groggily woke up. Time for another day.

Don't be bummed out by that. Here's a nice little quote from SNL on Heather's blog:
Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus's-flytrap. The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.

Happy birthday, Shannon!!

Video killed that radio star, yes he did.

ZZZZZZZZ

Hello.

So we, like, go to festival and everyone's like "yay" even though we didn't do very good and blah blah blah. Everyone's just happy to go home or at least get out of the sightreading room which was as hot as a blowtorch through butter. And we get back to the bandroom and Schwindt is in his office and he comes out and puts the comment sheets on the stand for everyone to see. The results are suprising. We didnt get straight superiors.
Oh darn. How shall I ever cope with such a loss? My whole world has spiraled out of control. How shall I live, now that our band is not a straight superior band?
Psh
I know this sounds dumb, but I DONT CARE what our rating is. And you shouldn't either. Everyone know that wer're better than last year. It's not about the rating, it's about the music. And we made music. That's all I care for. But man, are we gonna get it on Monday (especially since the second band got straight superiors. That must mean that they're better than us ^_^)
FIN

Something reminded me of this:
I have Mrs. Chapman for homeroom, but it is a joint homeroom with Schwindt. As you know, we took the FCAT (the ultimate test) yesterday and the day before. So I was sitting there in homeroom, just chillin like homerooms do, when Schwindt walks out with two bags of FCAT calculators. He's like "OK guys I have some bad news. Yesterday on the math section of the FCAT, someone invalidated the test. Something like they brought the test with them on a break or something, and unfortunately, we're gonna have to take it again. Here, right now." Those werent the exact words, but it was something along those lines. At this point, all the students are about ready to jump him because they have had just about enought of the FCAT. I, personally, was wondering how we could retake the FCAT in a room with no desks. That's when he bursts out laughing.
"I got you!!!!" he shouts. He REALLY had us going. Good job, Mr. Schwindt, for a joke well-done.

www.ashley.stahl.youaremyfriend.com

Hey, don't look at me in that tone of voice.
I've got things to do, people to see. You cant blame me.
Can you?

OK, OK, so I may have been neglecting my blog. A little. So sue me.

And now for something completely differnt!!
Craig got a guitar and learned to play it.
Craig heard the horse thing.
Put two and two together.
Yeah.

By

I know it's late but I have things to say. And I'll lose them if I dont say them now. Besides, I woke up with 7 hours of sleep today and couldnt go back to sleep and I've been fine all day. I'll be okay.

OK, so me, Erin, Rebecca and Craig are all hanging at my house. We just watched the recording of orch festival (which I must say, sounded better than I imagined we could sound) and we're just sorta hangin. Somehow, we we get into the subject of what kind of toys we used to play with when we were little. Craig mentions to me our beloved tape recorder. We loved that thing. It ended up breaking because we were fighting over it and the cord connecting the microphone broke. We were sad when it broke. Really, that's all we played with for a long time.
So I'm remembering this tape recorder and I'm like "Hey, I think I still have some of those tapes," so I go search for them. I think there are two or three still in existance from our childhood. And I brought them in and we listened to them. Little kids in their natural state are just plain funny. But these weren't just any little kids. It was me and my brother! That makes them much, much, much funnier. And it's funny, because I can see little personality quirks back then that still exist now. It's like, looking back at how I used to be. Sure, there are always home videos, and those are funny too, but these tapes are somehow more....intimate. That's my story of the day.

Oh, and next time you see a napkin anywhere near Erin, ask her to do the napkin trick. It'll be well worth it. Trust me on this one, it's something you dont want to miss.

A bike ride can do a lot for the weary soul. Or if you just need to get away.

"Let's bust this joint" ::runs away::

OMG OMG OMG
EVERYONE MUST GO SEE CHICAGO.
GO.
RIGHT NOW.

Now that that's out of my system, I must say, Chicago was one of the best (possibly the best) movies I have ever seen. Now I know some of you are gonna go see it, and you're not gonna like it because of the style. If that happens, then don't tell me cause I don't want to hear about it.

Ya know that time when you're taking a shower or brushing your teeth or something and your mind just sorta wanders aimlessly? That is made a hundred times more random by having it be late at night when you are tired. These are some things that popped in my head last night for no reason:
"They go together like a and z"
"Bill Cosby wasn't really that good of a show"
"I wonder why she didn't shave her head?"
"1812 was the worst war. Definately the worst war."
And I would have more if I could remember that far back.

Bien, tant pis pour toi. Quel dommage...