Saturday, May 31, 2003
Friday, May 30, 2003
hahaha:
You are a child's kiss. Completely sweet and
innocent and pure. You mean no harm and only
love in your sweet kisses.
What kind of kiss are you?
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You are a child's kiss. Completely sweet and
innocent and pure. You mean no harm and only
love in your sweet kisses.
What kind of kiss are you?
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Thursday, May 29, 2003
I like going to the beach.
I like getting dunked.
I like getting mud in my hair.
I like eating ice cream.
I like to shower after the beach.
I like being alone.
I like being with cool people.
I like wrinting in my blogger.
I like starving (whoops. I guess I dont like this one)
I like having a big imagination and seeing things that arent really there. Or maybe they are. I hope they are, cuz that'd be pretty dang cool.
Peace out, friends.
I like getting dunked.
I like getting mud in my hair.
I like eating ice cream.
I like to shower after the beach.
I like being alone.
I like being with cool people.
I like wrinting in my blogger.
I like starving (whoops. I guess I dont like this one)
I like having a big imagination and seeing things that arent really there. Or maybe they are. I hope they are, cuz that'd be pretty dang cool.
Peace out, friends.
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Ok, heres day two (thats saturday) of the New York trip:
Wake up early as usual. We travel over to this restaurant thats right across from the place that they tape the morning show called the Variety Cafe. They didnt have very much variety, and, in fact, their food was pretty disgusting. I dont remember much about what day we did stuff, so I'm just gonna make it up and hope I get everything right. I think on this day, we traveled around on the bus, passing cool stuff like Greenwich village and Chinatown. We went to Central Park for about two seconds (literally) and visited St. Patrick's Cathedral. Man, that was amazing. Everything was sooo huge and beautiful, I wondered how anyone could doubt that God was in that place. You could feel it. We also visited Ground Zero. It almost made me cry. I think I would have, if it wasnt for the silly guy yelling "This is history, dont let it be a mystery!" Oh yeah and we also visited St. Paul's Cathedral, the unharmed church right next to Ground Zero.
I dont remember or really care where we ate lunch. We had a performace at the New York version of Miracle City Mall (about ten times bigger and about ten more people in it.) So no one saw it but thats okay. The mall made us sound really good. The intonation and blending just sort of oozed together, so you couldnt hear the flaws. Its like when youre standing far away from someone, you cant tell if they have face flaws or not. I almost wish more people saw that performance. Oh well.
My uncle happened to be visiting New York at that time and he came to our performace. None of my family knows anything about music, so its interesting to hear what they have to say about it sometimes. I played piccolo on a lot of stuff, and he said he could hear me, saying "It was the butterfly sound, right?" I heart Uncle Paul. So yeah, we did all that and then I dont remember what we did after our performance, only that we ate dinner at this one cool restaurant where you chose your own pasta and stuff. Unfortunately, the Alfrado sauce turned out to be the only bad thing there, which is what I got.
Then we had an adventure on the bus. After dinner, we were supposed to go shopping for like an hour and then meet at the busses for the New York Phil. But when we met at the busses, we were missing one group. Whose group was it, you ask? Ilea's group. And it was fun because she was on my group's bus and we couldnt leave without her group. Well, we waited for like a half hour, and when the breaking point came, we left, leaving Roger behind with tickets and taxi money to get them there. Let me tell you, in the music world, being able to change on the bus is not only a skill, it's a necessity. We never cease to amaze the chaperones when they look at us one minute and we are in one outfit and then the look a second later and we are in a totally different outfit. So we change on the bus and rush to the New York phil.
They were totally unbelieveable. And I am telling the truth, half the time, I literally couldnt believe that the sound I was hearing was coming from the orchestra in front of me. It was like nothing Ive ever heard before. EVERYTHING was perfect. Recording quality sound, beautiful, flowing soloists, and perfect technique were among the amazing things I heard. It was almost too good. I wanted an imperfection, but I seldom heard one. They played this one song with a solo soprano. Everyone hated that song but me. I thought it was awesome. After the concert, we had a chat with the principle bass player, and he said we were intelligent and cool and he would really like to hear us. It made us feel good. But on the bus ride home, my friends and I still talked wildly about The Phantom of the Opera the majority of the time. We couldnt get over it.
We went to sleep late again and (gasp) woke up early again. How surprising.
Wow that was one looong entry if Ive ever seen one.
Wake up early as usual. We travel over to this restaurant thats right across from the place that they tape the morning show called the Variety Cafe. They didnt have very much variety, and, in fact, their food was pretty disgusting. I dont remember much about what day we did stuff, so I'm just gonna make it up and hope I get everything right. I think on this day, we traveled around on the bus, passing cool stuff like Greenwich village and Chinatown. We went to Central Park for about two seconds (literally) and visited St. Patrick's Cathedral. Man, that was amazing. Everything was sooo huge and beautiful, I wondered how anyone could doubt that God was in that place. You could feel it. We also visited Ground Zero. It almost made me cry. I think I would have, if it wasnt for the silly guy yelling "This is history, dont let it be a mystery!" Oh yeah and we also visited St. Paul's Cathedral, the unharmed church right next to Ground Zero.
I dont remember or really care where we ate lunch. We had a performace at the New York version of Miracle City Mall (about ten times bigger and about ten more people in it.) So no one saw it but thats okay. The mall made us sound really good. The intonation and blending just sort of oozed together, so you couldnt hear the flaws. Its like when youre standing far away from someone, you cant tell if they have face flaws or not. I almost wish more people saw that performance. Oh well.
My uncle happened to be visiting New York at that time and he came to our performace. None of my family knows anything about music, so its interesting to hear what they have to say about it sometimes. I played piccolo on a lot of stuff, and he said he could hear me, saying "It was the butterfly sound, right?" I heart Uncle Paul. So yeah, we did all that and then I dont remember what we did after our performance, only that we ate dinner at this one cool restaurant where you chose your own pasta and stuff. Unfortunately, the Alfrado sauce turned out to be the only bad thing there, which is what I got.
Then we had an adventure on the bus. After dinner, we were supposed to go shopping for like an hour and then meet at the busses for the New York Phil. But when we met at the busses, we were missing one group. Whose group was it, you ask? Ilea's group. And it was fun because she was on my group's bus and we couldnt leave without her group. Well, we waited for like a half hour, and when the breaking point came, we left, leaving Roger behind with tickets and taxi money to get them there. Let me tell you, in the music world, being able to change on the bus is not only a skill, it's a necessity. We never cease to amaze the chaperones when they look at us one minute and we are in one outfit and then the look a second later and we are in a totally different outfit. So we change on the bus and rush to the New York phil.
They were totally unbelieveable. And I am telling the truth, half the time, I literally couldnt believe that the sound I was hearing was coming from the orchestra in front of me. It was like nothing Ive ever heard before. EVERYTHING was perfect. Recording quality sound, beautiful, flowing soloists, and perfect technique were among the amazing things I heard. It was almost too good. I wanted an imperfection, but I seldom heard one. They played this one song with a solo soprano. Everyone hated that song but me. I thought it was awesome. After the concert, we had a chat with the principle bass player, and he said we were intelligent and cool and he would really like to hear us. It made us feel good. But on the bus ride home, my friends and I still talked wildly about The Phantom of the Opera the majority of the time. We couldnt get over it.
We went to sleep late again and (gasp) woke up early again. How surprising.
Wow that was one looong entry if Ive ever seen one.
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
OMG I just had the funnest time ever in New York. I dont want to forget any of it. Here are the statistics:
Average waking time: 5:30
Average amount of sleep: 5 hours
Average temperature: 50 degrees
Amount of money spent: $33 not including meals
Amount of things bought: 4
Amount of pictures taken: 98
Favorite part: Phantom of the Opera, practical jokes, and seeing Clay and Reuben
Least favorite part: waking up and walking around in the rain and cold
People in group: Erin, Rebecca, Alyssa, my mom, Rebeccas mom, Rebeccas grandma
Maybe if I think of more categories later I can give you more info. But Im prolly gonna talk a while here so watch out. OK, the whole time, it was very very cold (unil, of course, the last hour when we were leaving). I woke up at 3:30 to get to the plane. It was a very cool plane, and I have no complaints at all about the plane ride. We went on Jet Air, which must be a new company. They had tvs in front of every seat and the plane ride there was silent because everyone was watching tv with their little (free) headphones. It was very cool. OK, so we get there, walk around a little as if we're lost, and meet up with the chorus and orchestra plane group. After checking into the hotel and a tiny tiny nap, we eat pizza at the hotel in a disorganized but fun manner. I had cinnastick for the first time. Man those are good.
After that, we headed over to the Majestic theatre for the best part of the trip: The Phantom of te Opera. man that stuff is good. So much emotion in it, so much singing, so much awsomeness that I almost didnt think it was real. But it was, and I saw it and I dont want to forget it. Man that Phantom had such a good voice. If I was Cristine, I would say I dont care what you look like or that I have a lover back home or that you are a freaky spirit with an undergournd secret place, you sing to me so Im stayin with you. After that, we went back to the hotel and got to sleep at a very late hour, only to wake up very early the next day.
Ok that was enough for now. Ill tell you about the other days later. Right now, Im listening to the cool CD I got of celtic music with womens voices. I love it to death. My favorite type of music has always been Celtic stuff. I think thats why my favorie cd that I have is the Lord of the Dance and now this cd. And believe you me, I have a lot to choose from.
By the way, I found my watch. It was in my purse. Silly me.
Average waking time: 5:30
Average amount of sleep: 5 hours
Average temperature: 50 degrees
Amount of money spent: $33 not including meals
Amount of things bought: 4
Amount of pictures taken: 98
Favorite part: Phantom of the Opera, practical jokes, and seeing Clay and Reuben
Least favorite part: waking up and walking around in the rain and cold
People in group: Erin, Rebecca, Alyssa, my mom, Rebeccas mom, Rebeccas grandma
Maybe if I think of more categories later I can give you more info. But Im prolly gonna talk a while here so watch out. OK, the whole time, it was very very cold (unil, of course, the last hour when we were leaving). I woke up at 3:30 to get to the plane. It was a very cool plane, and I have no complaints at all about the plane ride. We went on Jet Air, which must be a new company. They had tvs in front of every seat and the plane ride there was silent because everyone was watching tv with their little (free) headphones. It was very cool. OK, so we get there, walk around a little as if we're lost, and meet up with the chorus and orchestra plane group. After checking into the hotel and a tiny tiny nap, we eat pizza at the hotel in a disorganized but fun manner. I had cinnastick for the first time. Man those are good.
After that, we headed over to the Majestic theatre for the best part of the trip: The Phantom of te Opera. man that stuff is good. So much emotion in it, so much singing, so much awsomeness that I almost didnt think it was real. But it was, and I saw it and I dont want to forget it. Man that Phantom had such a good voice. If I was Cristine, I would say I dont care what you look like or that I have a lover back home or that you are a freaky spirit with an undergournd secret place, you sing to me so Im stayin with you. After that, we went back to the hotel and got to sleep at a very late hour, only to wake up very early the next day.
Ok that was enough for now. Ill tell you about the other days later. Right now, Im listening to the cool CD I got of celtic music with womens voices. I love it to death. My favorite type of music has always been Celtic stuff. I think thats why my favorie cd that I have is the Lord of the Dance and now this cd. And believe you me, I have a lot to choose from.
By the way, I found my watch. It was in my purse. Silly me.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
I lost my watch. :( If anyone sees it (you know what it looks like) please give it back. Cuz I'll never know what time it is ever again and I will always be lost and running into stuff cuz my watch is magic and it tells me where to go and stuff. Just kidding about that last part.
footsie - you like to goof around and laugh with
the people you care about.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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footsie - you like to goof around and laugh with
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What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Wednesday, May 21, 2003
So, yeah, school is out and stuff. It doesnt feel like school is out. I have more of a Friday-weekend type excitement than an "OMG I DONT HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL FOR ANOTHER COUPLE MONTHS!" type of excitement. Maybe it didnt sink in yet. Maybe I know Im gonna have to wake up early most of the summer anyway. And that ruins the summer. But whatever..it doesnt matter because...
SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!
and that makes me happy.
These days,
you can see that the happiest men
all got rhythm!
In that case, if you want a bubble,
slap that bass
slap away your troubles
learn to zoom zoom zoom
slap that bass!
SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!
and that makes me happy.
These days,
you can see that the happiest men
all got rhythm!
In that case, if you want a bubble,
slap that bass
slap away your troubles
learn to zoom zoom zoom
slap that bass!
Monday, May 19, 2003
Sunday, May 18, 2003
I hate graduations...
Today:
-wake up from that reoccuring dream where someone is killing me
-church
-zzzz
-time for breakfast
-zzzzzz for real this time
-oh shoot my alarm didnt go off
-study
-study
-i hate studying. study
-animal crossing
-study
-study
-flute. Hey I dont suck today.
-dinner.
-computer. Someone talk to me.
-wash car
Schools out in 3 days. I cant wait!!! Except my summer isnt gonna be all rest and relaxation like its been before. First of all, Ive got all these summer assignments, apparently to ruin my summer or something, the NY trip, getting all my wisdom teeth out at once and missing the competition because of it, cannon for a month, marching band camp as soon as I get back, then poof! school is here again. I prolly wont even have a chance to use my new bathing suit. Bah.
Ya know, sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep whenever I wanted to. It sure would help things a lot.
Ok now I gotta be happy. Ummm....Ive got nothing. I'll catch ya later.
Today:
-wake up from that reoccuring dream where someone is killing me
-church
-zzzz
-time for breakfast
-zzzzzz for real this time
-oh shoot my alarm didnt go off
-study
-study
-i hate studying. study
-animal crossing
-study
-study
-flute. Hey I dont suck today.
-dinner.
-computer. Someone talk to me.
-wash car
Schools out in 3 days. I cant wait!!! Except my summer isnt gonna be all rest and relaxation like its been before. First of all, Ive got all these summer assignments, apparently to ruin my summer or something, the NY trip, getting all my wisdom teeth out at once and missing the competition because of it, cannon for a month, marching band camp as soon as I get back, then poof! school is here again. I prolly wont even have a chance to use my new bathing suit. Bah.
Ya know, sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep whenever I wanted to. It sure would help things a lot.
Ok now I gotta be happy. Ummm....Ive got nothing. I'll catch ya later.
Friday, May 16, 2003
My french is very bad but thats okay. Because the exam is soon and I dont know any of it. I love exams. Especially since we spent the last few days watching Titantic instead of reviewing. But its still okay. I'll just keep telling myself that until it's true. "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay..."
So Amandas party...where to start? I don't like it when James keeps saying women are dumb. It actually makes me very very very very very angry. I should've threw my hat at him. And I wouldve if he said it again. Why does everything that guy says make me mad? Oh well.
Also I've prolly been spending too much time with Erin because I have become very loud and prolly annoying too. Or maybe thats the true me and the other me was a cover up. I hope not. The quiet Ash was a lot nicer.
My hair looked nice today. I wonder how it got all curly? I need a haircut. No one cares, but thats why this is my blogger. Because I can go on and on about myself and no one will complain because they can't and the won't and this is mine and stuff so I can talk all I want about boring things like my hair. That was a really long sentence. Wow, I am extremely tired. Bon soir, mes amis. Ill leave you with a poem I wrote in 33rd grade (yes 33rd grade). It made it into the Florida's young poets book. I was proud of that.
"Some of my friends are pretty,
some are ugly,
some are sad,
some are happy,
some can be mean,
some can be nice,
at times the mean ones are nice
and the nice ones are mean.
Some are weirdos
and some are smart.
But it doesnt really matter,
pretty, ugly, sad, happy,
nice, mean, weirdo, or smart.
What really matters is in the heart."
by Ash of the past
"awww"
So Amandas party...where to start? I don't like it when James keeps saying women are dumb. It actually makes me very very very very very angry. I should've threw my hat at him. And I wouldve if he said it again. Why does everything that guy says make me mad? Oh well.
Also I've prolly been spending too much time with Erin because I have become very loud and prolly annoying too. Or maybe thats the true me and the other me was a cover up. I hope not. The quiet Ash was a lot nicer.
My hair looked nice today. I wonder how it got all curly? I need a haircut. No one cares, but thats why this is my blogger. Because I can go on and on about myself and no one will complain because they can't and the won't and this is mine and stuff so I can talk all I want about boring things like my hair. That was a really long sentence. Wow, I am extremely tired. Bon soir, mes amis. Ill leave you with a poem I wrote in 33rd grade (yes 33rd grade). It made it into the Florida's young poets book. I was proud of that.
"Some of my friends are pretty,
some are ugly,
some are sad,
some are happy,
some can be mean,
some can be nice,
at times the mean ones are nice
and the nice ones are mean.
Some are weirdos
and some are smart.
But it doesnt really matter,
pretty, ugly, sad, happy,
nice, mean, weirdo, or smart.
What really matters is in the heart."
by Ash of the past
"awww"
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
"Ignoring is different from ignorance; you have to work at it." So true. Like the fact that I could choose to ignore the thousand cries for help I percieve every day and blame it on ignorance. I could choose to ignore the people I brush past without saying a word and blame it on ignorance. I could choose to ignore the things I see everyday, the things I hear everyday, and the things I feel everyday; still, I can blame it on ignorance. Why can I do this?
Because no one will know the difference.
Oh this son of mine I love so well, and oh the toll it takes
I would give to him a garden and keep it clear of snakes
but the one thing he most treasures is to make his own mistakes, oh
He goes charging up the cliffs of life, a reckless mountaineer
I could help him not to stumble, I could warn him what to fear
I could shout until I'm breathless and he'd still refuse to hear, oh
But you cannot close the acorn once the oak begins to grow
and you cannot close your heart from what to fears it needs to know
that the hardest part of love
is the letting go
That's acutally a father talking about his son, but eh. It's a good song all the same.
I am looking forward to and dreading the end of school. One obvious reason for dreading it is the seniors all leaving. I may very well never see a lot of them again, and I love them. Like Aimee and Heather and Craig. But that's not all. There's a place in the band or orchestra for each person that will never be filled again because they will be gone. It's never going to be the same. It makes me sad.
Of course, I'm more happy, as a normal student would be, for a giant break and vacation. Get more sleep, no more homework or tests (aka stress), no more stupid people...ahh yes, j'habite pour les vacances. But there's this little voice in my head telling me "You're chance is slipping away! Very fast!" and I say "Chance for what?" and the little voice says "Shutup" and everything becomes more and more mysterious because I don't even know what the little voice is talking about. Oh well. Someday.
Because no one will know the difference.
Oh this son of mine I love so well, and oh the toll it takes
I would give to him a garden and keep it clear of snakes
but the one thing he most treasures is to make his own mistakes, oh
He goes charging up the cliffs of life, a reckless mountaineer
I could help him not to stumble, I could warn him what to fear
I could shout until I'm breathless and he'd still refuse to hear, oh
But you cannot close the acorn once the oak begins to grow
and you cannot close your heart from what to fears it needs to know
that the hardest part of love
is the letting go
That's acutally a father talking about his son, but eh. It's a good song all the same.
I am looking forward to and dreading the end of school. One obvious reason for dreading it is the seniors all leaving. I may very well never see a lot of them again, and I love them. Like Aimee and Heather and Craig. But that's not all. There's a place in the band or orchestra for each person that will never be filled again because they will be gone. It's never going to be the same. It makes me sad.
Of course, I'm more happy, as a normal student would be, for a giant break and vacation. Get more sleep, no more homework or tests (aka stress), no more stupid people...ahh yes, j'habite pour les vacances. But there's this little voice in my head telling me "You're chance is slipping away! Very fast!" and I say "Chance for what?" and the little voice says "Shutup" and everything becomes more and more mysterious because I don't even know what the little voice is talking about. Oh well. Someday.
Monday, May 12, 2003
Ya know, I almost like my classes that I don't have any friends in better. Or people I even know at all. Then I can just do my own thing and no one will bother me. And no one will ask to copy my work, ask for the answer to number 4, ask for the homework, etc. I hate when they do that. I just wish everyone would do their own stinkin work. I do, why should they reap the benefits? Dumb, dumb, dumb...
Sunday, May 11, 2003
I just had three really good days in a row. Don't ask why, because it's not anything in specific. It's everything!!! Here's some examples: (I already told you about Friday)
Yesterday
I had my audition with the sinking iconoclasts. Turns out they're a lot friendlier than the FSYO people. I also did about 200% better on my audition and got invited to the principle round off the bat. Along with talking to the conductor for forever about random stuff about the orchestra. They seem really really cool and friendly and stuff. Because on May 20 I'm gonna get a piece of paper in the mail and I'm not gonna like what it says so I'm gonna tear it up and burn it and then scatter the ashes in a dumpyard. And then join Young Artist Orchestra. Unless, of course, I DO like what it says, but I seriously doubt it.
Yesterday was also out last BSYO concert. It went well, but that's not my main point. Guys, I actually did it. I took the picture. I never thought I'd actually do it. That's one of those scenes that I would make up in my head and never actually do, but I did it, and I can't help but smile every time I think about it. I just walked up to him and was like "Can I take your picture?" and he was like "...yeah" and did a cool pose for me. So awesome. That's gonna be my crowning achievement for courage for a long time. And it's not even like I'm embaressed or anything now because I'll prolly never see him again ever. That made me very very very happy.
I also went out to eat with Shannon and that was really fun and I had ice cream (phish food!) with Rebecca and that was fun too. I love food. And friends. Together, they are unbeatable.
Today
was, of course, mother's day!!
Started out the day by going to church and then a REALLY big breakfast and you know I like that and then I slept and that was cool because I needed sleep a lot and then I had a recital at my flute teachers house and I did really good (plus that was the first time my grandma has ever heard me play solo) and the I went to Perkins...again...and it was all very good. No homework this weekend, all is good in the land of flute, the land of school, the land of home, and the land of Ash's life!! I love you, mom.
Yeah so it's happy time for me and stuff. Hoorah.
Yesterday
I had my audition with the sinking iconoclasts. Turns out they're a lot friendlier than the FSYO people. I also did about 200% better on my audition and got invited to the principle round off the bat. Along with talking to the conductor for forever about random stuff about the orchestra. They seem really really cool and friendly and stuff. Because on May 20 I'm gonna get a piece of paper in the mail and I'm not gonna like what it says so I'm gonna tear it up and burn it and then scatter the ashes in a dumpyard. And then join Young Artist Orchestra. Unless, of course, I DO like what it says, but I seriously doubt it.
Yesterday was also out last BSYO concert. It went well, but that's not my main point. Guys, I actually did it. I took the picture. I never thought I'd actually do it. That's one of those scenes that I would make up in my head and never actually do, but I did it, and I can't help but smile every time I think about it. I just walked up to him and was like "Can I take your picture?" and he was like "...yeah" and did a cool pose for me. So awesome. That's gonna be my crowning achievement for courage for a long time. And it's not even like I'm embaressed or anything now because I'll prolly never see him again ever. That made me very very very happy.
I also went out to eat with Shannon and that was really fun and I had ice cream (phish food!) with Rebecca and that was fun too. I love food. And friends. Together, they are unbeatable.
Today
was, of course, mother's day!!
Started out the day by going to church and then a REALLY big breakfast and you know I like that and then I slept and that was cool because I needed sleep a lot and then I had a recital at my flute teachers house and I did really good (plus that was the first time my grandma has ever heard me play solo) and the I went to Perkins...again...and it was all very good. No homework this weekend, all is good in the land of flute, the land of school, the land of home, and the land of Ash's life!! I love you, mom.
Yeah so it's happy time for me and stuff. Hoorah.
Friday, May 09, 2003
OK, I just finished a really good day!! But things can only be good if you make them that way. You must find the good in every little detail!! OK, there's my feel good lecture of the day. Heres what happened:
-I got a much-needed 100 on my vocab test
-Phoebe/Sarah/Jessie were in orchestra. They just make me happy. It was like old times. Sigh.
-No freakin homework. Woo!
-Food day in french. Watch Shrek, eat pizza. Now thats what I call good livin.
-OMG! I made drum major!!
-I come home and to my astonishment...the air conditioning is ON!!! You don't know how much this means to me. I am very very very very very very very very happy that it has been turned on.
-X2 with Erin. A splendid movie.
-I signed Aimees yearbook and she started crying when she read it. It shouldn't have, but it made me feel very good that I made her feel good. Because she was crying. Or something like that. Ok, forget about this one.
Ok, one bad thing did happen today. I found out Ms. Chapman is leaving. Waaaaaahhhhh!! DONT LEAVE US, MS. CHAPMAN!!! NOOOO!!! And some of my friends didnt get section leader and drum major and stuff. Life happens, I guess. Or maybe I'm only saying that because I got what I wanted. Blah blah blah.
I would keep going on the good day thing, but my eyes are gonna close soon, and I wanna be in bed when it happens. See yall. Have as good a day as I did.
Sucks when you have a girlfriend, and everytime you try to kiss her, she sucks the life out of you.
-I got a much-needed 100 on my vocab test
-Phoebe/Sarah/Jessie were in orchestra. They just make me happy. It was like old times. Sigh.
-No freakin homework. Woo!
-Food day in french. Watch Shrek, eat pizza. Now thats what I call good livin.
-OMG! I made drum major!!
-I come home and to my astonishment...the air conditioning is ON!!! You don't know how much this means to me. I am very very very very very very very very happy that it has been turned on.
-X2 with Erin. A splendid movie.
-I signed Aimees yearbook and she started crying when she read it. It shouldn't have, but it made me feel very good that I made her feel good. Because she was crying. Or something like that. Ok, forget about this one.
Ok, one bad thing did happen today. I found out Ms. Chapman is leaving. Waaaaaahhhhh!! DONT LEAVE US, MS. CHAPMAN!!! NOOOO!!! And some of my friends didnt get section leader and drum major and stuff. Life happens, I guess. Or maybe I'm only saying that because I got what I wanted. Blah blah blah.
I would keep going on the good day thing, but my eyes are gonna close soon, and I wanna be in bed when it happens. See yall. Have as good a day as I did.
Sucks when you have a girlfriend, and everytime you try to kiss her, she sucks the life out of you.
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
My brain: "Stop this, Ashley. It couldn't be you. It wouldn't be you. It can't be you. Why are you even considering that it could be you? You selfish, stupid, little girl. Stop all this right now. It's not you. Now stop it. Hey, I said stop. It's not you...."
I finished a book a while ago called "A Handmaiden's Tale" and theres a really good part in there speculating about hope. It says that hope can be a good thing, but hope can also be a very very bad thing. Vey bad indeed, for it can give you a false sense of direction. Hope.
I finished a book a while ago called "A Handmaiden's Tale" and theres a really good part in there speculating about hope. It says that hope can be a good thing, but hope can also be a very very bad thing. Vey bad indeed, for it can give you a false sense of direction. Hope.
Oh my lucky stars. I believe it has happened. Yes, the event I have been waiting for all my life. The one single event that I live for in every moment...the reason I breathe, the reason I think, the reason I exist. It has happened.
Haha nothing really happened. I really had you guys going, didn't I? hahahaha. funy.
In other news, I need to think of some other random phrase to call my blog because this name is getting old.
Oh yeah, I'm doing really good in English. Yesterday I took a test on "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and I got a 49. Yes, a 49. Thats the lowest grade I've ever gotten on anything. EVER. I mean, I know the freakin story, that test was evil. Yeah, so I'm hoping that I do good in other stuff. And some stuff. But, on a brighter note, I have almost a 104 in precalculus. Yay. I bet you can tell what I'm good at. Good thing I hate math, or maybe I could make an easy, happy living with lotsa money. Bah fate.
Haha nothing really happened. I really had you guys going, didn't I? hahahaha. funy.
In other news, I need to think of some other random phrase to call my blog because this name is getting old.
Oh yeah, I'm doing really good in English. Yesterday I took a test on "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and I got a 49. Yes, a 49. Thats the lowest grade I've ever gotten on anything. EVER. I mean, I know the freakin story, that test was evil. Yeah, so I'm hoping that I do good in other stuff. And some stuff. But, on a brighter note, I have almost a 104 in precalculus. Yay. I bet you can tell what I'm good at. Good thing I hate math, or maybe I could make an easy, happy living with lotsa money. Bah fate.
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
When I was conducting the band today, I lost my temper and told everyone to shutup. That was just what I promised Mr. Schwindt that I would NOT do. Yay. Maybe I can't help it. Maybe I'm just doomed to be like my mom. What a scary thought... Oh well, if I'm not drum major, at least I won't be left wondering why.
There once was a man very fat
His head hardly fit in his hat
He had lots of blubber
It would jiggle like rubber
He looked a lot like a rat
There once was a man very fat
His head hardly fit in his hat
He had lots of blubber
It would jiggle like rubber
He looked a lot like a rat
Friday, May 02, 2003
Hmmm.
I vanna be a drum major. But so do five other very qualified people. And it all depends on Schwindt. What's up with this? It's tough because three of my best friends are three of the other people, and he will only pick three. That means that at least one of us will get it...and at least one of us will NOT get it. Oh well. I'm not gonna worry about it. It's done now.
We watched Shrek in french today. I never noticed before how much Josh is like the donkey. I mean, they are so similar that I would say Josh IS the donkey...except they are different species. Too bad.
Jurassic Park is a cool song. It's like one of those songs that the "high class" musicians would be like, "this is dumb" because I know its not that hard, at least not my part, but I think its really cool. I've liked that song forever and its actually on my top top favorite song list. Really good music. Good music makes me very very happy.
Ya know, sometimes I'll be walking along, and I'll have a sudden wave of emotions and my brain will go: "I wish things would've worked out different" and then it'll be like "but they didn't and you are so over it. That's life, honey. Don't take for granted what you have now, because someday that might not even be there." and I'll be like "Oh ok I guess brain knows best" and I'll be on my way.
Yay flute is fix ed. Now I won't have to always be flat or play and e an it not come out, etc. etc etc. One of the worst things in my world is if something happens that I cant play up to par (instrument breaking falls in that category) because music is supposed to be one of the stable things in my life and if that goes then I dont have much left to depend on. Thats why I was sooo happy to get my braces off, why I love my "new" flute so much, and why I practice every day (sorry Erin, but I DO need to practice whether you want to be in the room or not lol).
FIN
I vanna be a drum major. But so do five other very qualified people. And it all depends on Schwindt. What's up with this? It's tough because three of my best friends are three of the other people, and he will only pick three. That means that at least one of us will get it...and at least one of us will NOT get it. Oh well. I'm not gonna worry about it. It's done now.
We watched Shrek in french today. I never noticed before how much Josh is like the donkey. I mean, they are so similar that I would say Josh IS the donkey...except they are different species. Too bad.
Jurassic Park is a cool song. It's like one of those songs that the "high class" musicians would be like, "this is dumb" because I know its not that hard, at least not my part, but I think its really cool. I've liked that song forever and its actually on my top top favorite song list. Really good music. Good music makes me very very happy.
Ya know, sometimes I'll be walking along, and I'll have a sudden wave of emotions and my brain will go: "I wish things would've worked out different" and then it'll be like "but they didn't and you are so over it. That's life, honey. Don't take for granted what you have now, because someday that might not even be there." and I'll be like "Oh ok I guess brain knows best" and I'll be on my way.
Yay flute is fix ed. Now I won't have to always be flat or play and e an it not come out, etc. etc etc. One of the worst things in my world is if something happens that I cant play up to par (instrument breaking falls in that category) because music is supposed to be one of the stable things in my life and if that goes then I dont have much left to depend on. Thats why I was sooo happy to get my braces off, why I love my "new" flute so much, and why I practice every day (sorry Erin, but I DO need to practice whether you want to be in the room or not lol).
FIN
