Little red light
Winking at me
Outside my window
Are you a reflection
Or are you real?

Ah, I see.
You are a reflection.

Not much going on here. My head is empty. Sorry guys.

Oh, I did have a dream about someone trying to steal my computer. I punched him many times, and he still didn't go away. Finally, I convinced him to not steal the computer, but he conned me and took it while I thought he was driving away. His name was Sith McGonall. I asked him, because I think I was in love. Weird dream.

To my dearest Erin Wright,

We need to hang out!!!! I'll call. Or you call. Whichever. I miss yooou!

Your good friend,
Ashley

I feel a great need to share this picture with the world:

Mommy, my endoplasmic reticulum hurts.

I'm going to a Solas concert! SWEET!!!

There's no sadness in leaving
if you leave for a reason
The best of all reasons
is to come back again

And tears in the morning
can bring joy in the evening
Just keep believing
that love finds a way

Today I was listening to the hourly news on NPR (which I consider to be one of the most sophisticated and objective news programs), and a lady named Monica Gooding (I think that was her name) made the news. The first time the anchor said her name, though, he wasn't paying attention, and he came one syllable away from saying "Monica Lewinsky" before he caught himself. It was funny.

Monica Lewin...er...Gooding.
:)

Stupid Yankees.

Today I woke up at 7:15 in the morning. I didn't hear my alarm, and I wondered if I had set it wrong. I groaned. Another day of work ahead of me, and I was definitely not ready to get up. I went through the morning routine, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, and headed out. I noticed that it was a little colder outside than usual. I wondered if a cold front was coming through. Driving down my street, I noticed some kids waiting for the bus. That's weird, I thought, do they change school start times at the end of the year?....

Suddenly, it hit me. I woke up at 7:15, not 8:15. Work starts at 9.

Today, I woke up an hour early, and I didn't realize it until I was driving to work.

I'm such a nut.

Turns out, it didn't really matter. I walked into work an hour early, and I left an hour early, and nobody even noticed. (Yeah, that's how sweet my job is.)

Oh Yankees...you'll be okay. It'll be allright.

They gave me my own office at work.

I think I am going to do a recital in Titusville this summer. There are a number of good reasons for me to do this: it'll give me something to work for, I'll be able to play some unusually accessible music (and some of my favorite pieces), it'll give my family a chance to see me play (which doesn't happen very often), and I think it'll be fun!

I've thought about the program, and I have most of it planned out already, but I need to fill one more 10-minute (or so) slot. There are a few options for filling this slot:
1) I could do some short, light, easy pieces. PA suggested trios morceau by Godard.
2) I could do a piece for flute and guitar with my friend Beth. I've never played with guitar before, so it would be a good experience.
3) I could play a lyrical piece, like Massenet's Meditation or the Saint-Saens Romance.

It's a tough decision. Any suggestions? Remember, any suggested pieces should be light and accessible.

My friends are the best. Not kidding.

I said to my alarm clock this morning:
"Ich will in meinem Bett bleiben. Ich will nicht arbeiten..."

My dad while holding up a gigantic strawberry:
"Look at this stawberry! It must be on stawberry steriods."

work work work work

Well, I think it's pretty safe for me to say that starting at about 1:00 last night, I had the worst night of my life. I have never until now come close to feeling such things as I did last night. I threw up four different times, and it ravaged my body. You probably don't want to hear the details--they're not pretty--I'm just happy that I no longer feel what I had to feel that night. It almost seems like a nightmare now, a really, really bad nightmare.

Be thankful for your health, friends. Even if you aren't at your best, at least you aren't vomiting, doubled over in pain, with eyes so puffy that you can't even see anymore. (Unless you are).

Yes, I was right. Game night heals all ills....well, at least now it does.

Had an in-depth talk with my parents tonight. Not gonna say what about, because it's too darn personal. There have just been a lot of thoughts floating around my head lately, and I do not want to admit to them, but there they are. When you say something that you have previously only thought about, you can no longer neglect the thought...it suddenly becomes real...

It was difficult. I hate being vunerable. And my family...well, they are like me. Sympathy, understanding, and comfort are not their strong points.

Game night is sure to cheer me up.

I haven't practiced in a week because my flute has been at the shop....and I really miss it. Come back, Bernie! I've had to, like, you know, have fun in the past couple days. Uggh.

Even after this long, reading the end of that 6th book is still difficult. I've heard those words before.

Musician's depression, that's what I have.

I came, I ate, I conquered.

Well, GPA-wise, this is probably my worst semester so far, with
9 credits of A,
7 credits of A-,
and one credit of B+.

That's still not too bad, is it?

I'm-a goin on a cruise for the next four days. To Mexico. So peace out youze guys.

If the Health Department were an episode of The Office, I would be Ryan, the temp. Because, you know...I'm a temp.

Alas, the Health Department is not The Office. No Jim and no Dwight, and no yelling at Toby for no reason.

:(