Ok, the stupid upid librarians decided that we were tainting their music library or something, so now I can only go online (post email etc) in the student union which is 467365986087 miles away from everything. That means I wont be checking email as often, so just be patient if you send me one. Oh well. At least the keyboards arent messed up here.

I figured out one day that a typical class schedule day here (for me) includes about 6 hours of playing music, about an hour and a half of studying music without playing it, and about 2 hours of reading harry potter. Heck, I just finished practicing...for two hours...straight...I guess thats why they call it a MUSIC camp, huh? Anywho, I'm having lots of fun here, theres so much freedom. Except for classes, theres no one to tell you where to go, what to do, what to EAT. And I like that. Because for the most part, I'm responsible and can take care of myself. I've always thought of myself as an independant person.

Anything funny happen here, you ask? Yeah, sure. The cheerleaders are here and everyone is having a blast making fun of them. Ive made a couple new friends and theres jokes galore. I SHOULD NOT BE IN THEORY 5. I have no idea how I got into that class, but I havent a clue what is going on. I had a sheet for homework the other day, and it took me an hour to do, and rebecca had to practically do it for me. (Thank you soo much, rebecca!) We had our first concert yesterday. I played in wind emsemble and rebecca in honors string quartet. It went...well. Ya know, the usual.
Flute choir is still null and piano class is cool. Monday is masterclass day! Woo! Not really. Not really woo, that is. Does katie read this? Oh well, Katie, remember the william benett masterclass? Its like 3 times worse. Eh.

I'm not really homesick yet, I dont think, which is suprising since this is the longest and farthest Ive been away from home without my parents. But Ive been having dreams everyday. Once I had one about new york when I lived there and my old friends who live there, one time I had one set in joshs house with his family, and one time I had a nightmare set place in erins house with erin and an evil gang who played baseball in her front yard. They wanted to get me. Im sure you all care, though. For the time being, I'm quite happy with it all. Except my chair. Not that the flute players ahead of me are worse than me, dont get me wrong, they are all very good and I'm prolly in the place I should be, but hearing the piccolo player in orchestra makes me cringe. A lot. I hate when people are out of tune and cant even hear it. I mean, its one thing to hear that youre out of tune and not be able to fix it, but its a totally different thing to not even hear that youre out of tune at all. Oh well. I get to play picc in band. Which is sometimes better than orchestra. Yeah, you kep telling yourself that, Ashley.

What next? Lunch. Yum-Yum's sushi bar. Haha just kiddin.

I like frozen marshmellows, smores, Teddy Grahms, (which are better than goldfish HEATHER DUMB) chocolate an other assorted candy, easy cheese (and dont say its bad because I like it and Im not gonna listen to you.), chicken of any kind, and stuffz. Thats my diet here. Sort of not really.

There are these wooden stairs here that I like to call THE STAIRS OF DEATH. Because you almost die by going up them. And theres no turning back. I'm getting better...at least I'm better than Rebecca (sorry lol but its true). If the construction was done, we'd have to walk like two feet. But nooooo, we have to climb the stairs of death every day instead. Oh well. Thats life I guess. Oh yeah and I have the worst sense of direction ever. If it werent for rebecca, I wouldve gotten lost 4393920 times and gone out 4390489378653479 wrong doors. Thats me though ^_^

"WE'RE ALL OUT OF BEAR CLAWS!!!"

Do you people not listen to me? Cmon guys, bring in the email!! I know you can do it! The only people who have listened are my flute teacher and Asher. C'mon, I know you guys can do better thn that.

Ahh, day one of classes are over. I somehow got into music theory 5 out of six (I have a lurking suspicion that this is not the theory class I should be in and it was a scheduling conflict) which they canceled both yesterday and today. Then two free periods where I am usually gonna either observe the orchestra rehersal, practice, or go Online. Then I have beginning piano, which I like for the simple reason that it's something new. And I like pianos and learning new stuff. Plus you have an inborn good tone on piano.
Then I have concert choir, which I havent done yet either because yesterday was a boys rehersal day. Then lunch, then wind ensemble. I get to play piccolo. One small achievement for a small town flutist. It wasn't even an achievement. It's just no one else wanted to play it. Anywho, we're playing some pretty dumb and pretty cool stuff there. Right now the program for the next concert is the band arrangement of "Outdoor Overture" by Copeland, a weird contemporary band piece called "Song" by someguy, and "Washington Greys", also by someguy.
After that I have Alexander Technique, which is supposidly gonna get better on the second day. All we did the first day was listen to the teacher complain about how many people are in the class. I hope it does get better. After that, my last class of the day is ::grimace:: the dreaded flute choir. Bleh times a thousand. I'm seriously thinking about dropping that class. The music is unbearably easy, most of the people there play out of tune, and I don't like flute choirs to start with. And flute players are kinda....weird people.

So yeah, thats my schedule for the next 25 or so days. I'm happy, though, because I'm already making friends. I'm still kinda put off by my placement, but I'm gonna have to live with it because theres nothing I can do. I'm gonna try to beg my techer to play in the honors rectial. Dang good flutists always gettin in my way. Grrr. I'll show them. One day I'm gonna be a star, and the audience will love me, and I'll love them for lovin me, and they'll love me for lovin them. And we'll looove each other. And that's because none of us got enough love in our childhood. And thats music biz...kid.

Heres a link to the picture, I hope.

http://www.southmeckband.com/cannon2/index.htm

Theres a funny picture of me and rebecca holding up a sign that says "hi mom!" Its actually a paper plate, but eh. Theres also a picture before that of me eating some pizza and laughing because the guy took sooo long to take the picture. Look every once in a while, you never know when we'll turn up...

OK you guyses. Dont get all weepy and teary eyes when you read this just because Im gone. Yes, I know loss can be hard to deal with and you all love me so dearly much, but what Im really saying is... (all leave for Ashley gone party while reading)

Yeah these past few days have been pretty crazy. Theres a flute player here that looks exactly like Liv Tyler. I mean, shes got the hair, the eyes, the mouth, the nose. Its creepy. Anywho, I did good at my audition, but ended up last chair in the top band. Which isnt good because I wanted to be in freakin orchestra. But, again, you cant always have what you want. This keyboard is sooo messed up. Yeah, so Im a little unhappy about my chair placement, but Wind Ensemble is a VERY very good band, so at least Ill be playing in a cool band with cool music. But stupid orchestra is playing stupid night on bald mountain, which Ive kinda wanted to play my whole flute life, but what are you gonna do.
Rebecca's really excited about getting CONCERTMISTRESS!!! Woo! You go rebecca! Yeah, and Im just another loser flute player. OK, Ashley its over. Stop doing that. Yeah, so Ive had fun so far. Lots of downtime, a three hour meeting today that me and rebecca almost feel asleep at, a picnic, and other stuff. Our bathroom is gonna look like a field of war when were done with it, I swear. Ok, time to go.

Oh yeah! They take lots of candid shots here, and you can look at them. Ive seen a lot being taken of me. Try searching Canon music camp or apopalacian state University and click on cannon music camp and somehow find your way there. Kay, bye.

Ahhh, the last day. Before Canon music camp in NC for a month. How does it feel, you ask? Well, I'm very excited, but I almost don't want to go. True, it's gonna be great, and a month of pure music is like heaven to me, but I'm also having fun here too, ya know? Oh well. There's not much of a choice so I guess I should stop worrying about it.

Oh yeah! When I'm there I'm gonna have Internet access, so I don't care who you are, email me. My address is CtKitty9@msn.com. Go! Go! Go! It's my only link to the real world. As long as you dont give me porn site invitations, I'll be good.

Arg. Last day of packing too. You don't realize how much you have until you have to pack it all away. I bet my mom is gonna be in a REALLY good mood. I laugh at that. hahahahaaaa.

One more thing. I got a haircut. Not one of those wimpy little trims. It's the real deal. It's all short and stuffz. I like it.

Right after a cookie, that is

First, the power goes out. Then, I get signed of the Internet. Then, it doesn't publish. I get the message! I'll go do my paper! Jeez!

haha its like two seconds later than my last post. Haha. Anywho, for some reson the phrase "warsh the squarsh" has been floating around my head today. I dont even know where it came from, or if it even came from anything. My head keeps repeating it though. Plus I've been singing really obscure songs all day. Like at the lunchoen, I had Battle of Pavane stuck in my head, and I haven't heard that for at least a year. And now I have a Dave Brubreck song stuck in my head. The first one. I dont know what its called. Anywho, I'm really bored. Oh yeah, I should sleep sometime tonight. Almost forgot it. Man, I dont wanna sleep. I did that last night. Heh. Sleep. What a weird idea.

Happy Fathers Day...

Hmmm. Not much going on upstairs. What to talk about? Should I write another award-winning story? Yeah. Here it goes:

One day there was a little girl named Siji. Siji was kinda mean, but everyone was forced to like her because she was the King's daughter, a princess. She was, of course waited on for everything, but everyone in her service resented doing anything for her. She often snapped at her servants and even hit them, though her blows hardly brought pain. So one day, a servant got fed up with her superiority and attitude towards people, and he said to her "Why are you always so mean, child? Why must you hate everything?" and she answered "How dare you talk to me that way, servant! You're fired." But the servant did not budge. He persisted, still asking, "Why do you hate everything?" This only made Siji more enraged and she finally shouted "Because everyone hates me!!!"
After the outburst, the servat calmly said "Can you not see? We wait on you every day. You have everything you could ever want! How can you possibly say we hate you?" and Siji, suddenly struck by his calmness and persistance, answered placidly "You say you do not hate me, but I know you do. I see it day by day. I am not blind. I can see you struggle every time you do something for me. None of you like me, and that is why I don't like you."
At this point, Siji's grandmother, the past queen, happened to walk into the room. "What is the problem here?" she asked. Siji and the servant stopped mid-sentence to ponder how to answer this question safely. After all, no one wants to make the former queen mad. Finally, Siji stepped up and explained the argument to her. The wise old woman answered "You two argue in a circle. Siji, you say you are mean because they hate you. And you, servant, resent her because she is mean and undeserving. You are causing your own problem! Suppose you two erase those thoughts from your heads and start from the beginning again?"
The servant, being an unusually wise servant, knew what this would lead to. He said "Life is not that easy. You cannot just erase impressions from your mind." Siji agreed at once. She thought that she and the rest of the world were never to get along. The wise old woman smiled. "You see? You are agreeing on something already." The end.
Made by Ashley "this couldve had a waay better ending" Stale

and stuff.

It didnt get rid of the archives like I wanted. Grr.

Today was a very mediocre day. Woke up because my mom was screaming at someone (my head: "Yup. Shes back") Ate some lucky charms, got yelled at, took a bike ride to calm down, came home and got yelled at again, cleaned room and bathroom, ate, practiced for forever, finished essay, went online. Wrote in blogger. The whole time getting pelted with mom yells. It was fun. It was a froggy fun day.
But I did get a lot done. I finally finished my report thing, which is always good. And I practiced until my mouth hurt a lot, which is good too. And I got sleep and earned money by clening. So whatever.

In the Secret Garden there was a cute little boy and after the movie we looked him up on the internet to see what he did after making that movie, and it ends up he didnt do ANY acting after that except black beauty. And we could only find one picture, and it made him look really ugly, and we were like, "No. Thats not him." It was really dissipointing.
But then we went to emotion eric and got better. I love some of those. Like kid in a candy store. Ya gotta love that one.

Wow=Frog (whispered)
Haha I appealed to two different inside jokes.

What to say, what to say? Lets review my day. Started off with the last day of band camp (thank goodness). I dont know how the regulars can teach that mess for two whole weeks. I was tearin my hair out at just the second day. We played a concert with the advanced players and it hurt my poor mouthey. It was the last day, so we had to take back the stands and stuff. After that was pizza time in the bandroom with Mr Matthews, Schwindt, Seth, Misty, Michael Matthews, Christina Matthews, and some other guy who I think was just there to steal some pizza. Quite an odd crowd if I do say so myself.
Then I came home, tried to decide what to do for an hour, and worked on my paper. I almost finished the first one today. Just gotta put on the finishing touches. Then I started reading a new book. Man, Night doesnt take too long to get through. I was reading for not even hour and Im almost halfway through already. That's a good thing.
Then Rebecca called and I ate dinner (yay for Subway) and went to Rebeccas and watched The Secret Garden for the first time since it came out. It was pretty good. The movie and the sub both.

Good luck to everyone who is entering the competition tomorrow. Suddenly I know a milliion people who are entering and theyre all really good. Good thing I'm not doing it because I would own you all with my mad flute skillz. Or skills. Or somethin. Except not.

I was laying in bed last night, trying to go to sleep, minding my own business, when my brain suddenly goes "Ya know what would be hard? Typing underwater. Especially the way you type." I'm like "Shut up brain, I'm trying to go to sleep" and my brain is like "Kay. Sorry. Won't happen again."

Taught the cute little Jackson kids today. I mean, some of them are cute and little. A lot of them are bigger than me. The first class was awesome. We had fun and I like them and they like me and we played and learned and they were cool. The second class had a different agenda than I did. I wanted to teach, they wanted to practice and talk. I felt invisible. Like they didn't even notice that there was a teacher in the room. The third class was okay, they werent as cool as the first class or as talkative as the second class, but they seemed kinda bored. So was I. Ironically, the first class was the worst players and the last class were the best players.
Either way, I get $48 out of the bargin. I hate teaching flute players. But I can take it for two days.

Hey guys listen to how much of a loser I am:
Today as soon as I I woke up, I walked out into the backyard (still in my PJs), looked up to the sky, said (outloud) "hello, sun" and went back inside. I don't even really know why. One of those crazy things I guess.

I like Bond. They wake me up. Why does the march sound so horrible on the CD?

I went to the doctor and the doctor said "No more monkeys jumping on the bed." Sorry I had to do it. Really, though, I went to the doctor for a post op checkup and he said I can play flute if my mouth is up to it. I feel almost completely normal now, so I was like wooo!!! I can play flute now!!! And I went home and immediately picked up my flute to play. My first reaction was "ouch" my second reaction was "man I sound bad" my third reaction was "maybe I should wait until tomorrow" and my fourth reaction was "wee! look at me I'm playin flute again!!" The fourth reaction won and I played for a while until my mouth hurt a lot. Though I have a beginning band tone, I can still be all impressive with my lightning fast fingers and raging tounge. The tone will come back. Although a vibrato sounds very out of place with a tone like that LOL. But it's not like braces, where you have to get used to a new formation n your mouth. It's just that I haven't practiced in a week. Things could be worse.

Things are looking up
I've been looking the landscape over
and its covered with four leafed clover...

Phantom: "You must choose!!"
Erin: "I choose you, phantom!" (throws out a pkoeball and phantom pops out)

I'm off the painkillers and hopefully my brain will be back to normal now. If there ever was a normal. And stuff. Yeah so I'm bored. I prolly should be reading and doing assignments for AP english but eh. What can you do. I wish I could play my flute. You guys don't know how good you've got it, being able to play right now. I would pay a lot of money to be able pick up my flute and play like mad. I wish I could drive too. Then I could do stuff. At least I can laugh and smile and talk without a lisp now. And if you didn't see my puffy cheecks, then you missed your chance. They're gone now. Hey you guys, I haven't been outside or eaten meat since last Tuesday. Pretty crazy, huh? Yeah, so I'm just rambling again so c ya.

Postinggggg
on my blogggggeyyy
postinngggg
ont thec cooolset bloger ever

Yay fun
Im bored

Party at 3:00
I cannot eat the food.
I hope cool people are there.
The house is quiet right now.
It's sunny outside.
I got my FCAT scores yesterday.
My head is spinning.
Painkillers give you crazy dreams.
Goodbye good bye goodb

Hello everybody!
It's been ::stops to count on fingers:: 5 whole hours since I last took a painkiller, and all I feel is a little sore. Reason to celebrate? Yessire. I closed my mouth ALL THE WAY today too. Woo hoo! I feel better and look better. In fact, I don't look like a chipmunk anymore. Now I just look like I haven't lost my baby fat yet. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll look normal and who knows? Maybe I'll even be able to eat some of the food. But, if fate doesnt turn my way, then don't be surprised if I look a little....different than you remember. That's what my mom says. I look like a normal person, but I don't look like Ash yet. I guess that's cool.

Note to everyone: NEVER GET YOUR WISDOM TEETH OUT. IT IS THE MOST HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE EVER. Unless you are looking for physical pain. In that case, go right ahead.

In other news, Craigs grad party is tomorrow. I dont think it's hit me yet that...yeah...Craig isn't always gonna be here. Sigh.

Oh, I DO have the best friends in the world. Thanks a bunches, Shannon.

Oh yeah, lol, during the operation, they had one of those finger pulse thingys where it beeped your pulse, and I tried to harmonize with it, but my vocal facilities and conciousness were not working with me, and I ended up staying in unison, which was still pretty hard. Man, that anestesia was so fun.

Ok, Im gonna be doing a lot of griping in this post, so watch out. Also the whole post is gonna be about me, so if you dont care about me, then dont read it. I hope I dont say anything I dont mean, because Im on drugs right now and that could very well happen.

The surgery? It was actually quite pleasant. Like a high. The needle was the worst part. He missed my vein the first time and had to do it again. But it really wasnt all that bad. But during it, I wasnt out all the way, I was actually concious the whole time, I just couldnt feel anything. Well, it made everything feel good. My mom said thats what drugs feel like and why people take them. All the troubles just sort of float away. I actually wanted to stay like that longer. I kept trying to ask them questions, and Id be like "wahwahthustuwahwah?" And theyd just be like "dont try to talk" Anyhow, once the anesthesia (sp?) wore off, it was back to the real world again. And let the pain begin. Man the first day was pure hell. Really. It didnt feel like I was taking any painkillers at all. The worst was when I couldnt stop crying and I couldnt go to sleep because of the pain. Yeah. Seriously, though, no one told me it was gonna be that bad. But the worst is definately over. I take a painkiller every 3 hours, and every time I take one, I take a nap for one to two hours. Ive been watching a whole bunch of really bad shows on tv-once I even watched a spanish soap opera because it had....ummm...nevermind. I have the best mom and best friends in the world, though. Especially best mom. Ive lost 4 pounds from the liquid diet, which is a little scary, but Im sure Ill get it back again. My cheecks (for those of you who havent seen me) look really funny. Theyre all puffed up and I look like a chipmunk. Or maybe that I have one of those 25 cent gumballs stuck in each cheeck. Craig says I look like a fat person. Ah, well. What are ya gonna do. They say the swelling should be gone by the fourth or fifth day, which is just in time for the grad party! yay. So, like yeah I go now.

I find it funny that the MSN homepage says Monday, Jun 2.

All cool people are getting their wisdom teeth out tomorrow. Hey ya know what? I dont need sleep tonight. Because Im gonna be sleeping all day tomorrow. I hope I dont get insomnia. That would suck. Arg. I'm scared. I dont wanna do it. Stupid wisdom teeth. I guess its just one of those things...sigh. I'd have to get it done sooner or later, and sooner...well...you know how it is. Things dont hurt less as you get older, and these teeth arent losing their roots. I just wish I didnt have to do it. Oh well. You cant always get what you want, now can you? It burns me that I wont be able to practice for two weeks. Who will I turn to if I need emotional support? I cant go to flute anymore. My tone is gonna die, and then Im gonna go to Canon and get last chair in Symphonic band. Maybe I'll even be so bad that they'll kick me out of camp because I can't do music anymore. ::whimper whimper:: I dont wanna get my wisdom teeth out. I mean come on: I cant eat all day (well Im waking up at 7:30 to eat something. Yeah. Im waking up. To eat.) even though Im hypoglycemic and might faint or something (like it wouldnt make a difference when Im under).

Wish me luck. I hope it doesnt hurt.
Why do I suddenly feel like the world is against me?

One of these stories is exaggerated a little but extremely true (Im sure its going to be very very hard to figure out which one is true lol):

I was getting ready to go to bed yesterday, when I pull back the covers. And what better to be waiting for me than a scorpion. I just sort of stand still for a while, keeping my eyes locked on it, and slowly back away and run to my brother, because my dad was asleep. I was pretty dang scared because 1) I had never seen a csorpion before, besides safely behind glass, and 2) It was in my bed. MY BED. I coulda been killed or something, right? Anywho, I run to my brother, he looks at it and we wake my parents up. None of us know what to do, so we poison it with some kill stuff and cover it with a pot and wait for it to die. At intervals we checked on it to see if it was still moving and he was all like "eh eh." Well, thats what he would be saying if he could talk. My mom didnt though. Shes suck a scaredy cat. My dad threw it outside after it was dead, and then we put new sheets on my bed, but I was still too scared to sleep there so I slept in the guest room for the night.

I was in the bathroom testerday, ready to take a shower. I pulled back the shower curtain, and what should be standing there but a snake, right in the middle of the tub. It was just a little snake and I dont think it couldve hurt anything if it tried, but I, being the snake phobia person like I am, I screamed like there was no tomorrow and sort of flailed around trying to get out of the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and ran to my dad. "SNAKE!!" I screamed. He got all flustered and was like "where? where?" and I was like "IN THE BATHROOM!!! DO SOMETHING!!!!" and he went to investigate. I didnt even follow him for my fear. He saw that it was a harmless one and he simply picked it up and placed it safely outside, where it slithered away in peace.

It was after my shower yesterday, and I was all nice and sqeaky clean. I was just ready to leave the bathroom, when a giant wasp comes flying into my face from who knows where. I stumbled and almost fell, but the wall saved me. (haha the wall). Again I run out and shut the door. After a while, I just decide that it was a little bug and I could take it on. I took the bathroom spray and opened the door a crack. I was feeling confident, so I sprayed him right then and there. He freaked out and flew into my face again. Being the brave person that I am (and getting the bathroom filled with cleaner), I took a few more sprays at him. He suddenly flew to the floor, moving slower and slower. I knew I had won when he stopped moving alltogether.

Maybe I should start to practice what I preach: You can't always get what you want.

What a ludicrous idea.