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.

I have one thing to say tonight and it's that MOVIE RATINGS SUCK especially when they don't let me see The Matrix. Thank you.

guess I sorta neglected the other two days of the trip. Oh well. I think you'll live.

hahaha:

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Date with my flute tonight. I am glad I stayed home instead of all those fun parties. Seriously. I can get in touch with my "inner self" (as well as my inner ear, inner tone, scale patterns, double tounging, solo and competition pieces, etudes...)

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 really wish I could get rid of these archives. Theyre getting pretty dang big.

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.

Think of me...think of me fondly
Remember me...every so often...when we say goodbye

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.

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.


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Just call me Ms. Vice president. Oh yeah. I'm that dumb.

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!

Oh aydee aydee aydee aydee aydee aydee ay
Oh aydee aydee aydee aydee aydee aydee ay
Just the other day
I went down to the bowling alley

Oh wait I guess that doesn't work

Two more days. Two more days. Two more days. Till we're FREE!!!! Woo!
Kay time to go study.

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.

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"

ya, Im pretty bored.

pomme de terre literally means "apple of the earth"
isnt that interesting?

That potato is very small. I dont like the small potato. Do not give me a small potato. Maybe tomrrow. Maybe.

Ce pomme de terre est tres petit. Je n'aime pas le petit pomme de terre. Ne Donne-moi jamais un petit pomme de terre. Peut-etre demain. Peut-etre.

Youre dumb lol!

"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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

friend-one who is personally well known by oneself and for whom one has warm regard or affection; intimate
boyfriend-a perferred male companion or intimate friend of a girl or woman

hmmm. Not much difference, is there?

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

I put WAAAAY too much conditioner in my hair tonight.

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'm gonna say a bunch of stuff that no one cares about. So stop reading right now.

Okay, so state orchestra gets me back in time to not see the precalc lesson, but to get the homework. After school, I race over to section leader auditions to command dumb people when Schwindt is in his office not even looking. And the I race over to BSYO to arrive 45 min late because of section leader stupids and I feel blessed because Mr Pranno didnt even raise an eyebrow when I walked in that late. And then I got home at 9:30 and I still had lots of precalc to teach myself and also dinner and shower. So I didnt get into bed until really late and then theres the whole falling alseep part which seems to be a problem lately too.

And then yesterday was the senior skit which was really funy but there were also section leader auditions and I didnt get home till treally late and I didnt get to sleep until even later.

And today I lost my appetite which is not good because if you lose a little bit, you end up eating nopthing at all. Which is pretty much what I ate all day.

Kay bye.

I went to the mall yesterday and my mommy bought me a new purse and a new pair of shoes. Yay!
Been sitting around all day, listening to Bond and playing Animal Crossing. Once I went out of the house to take a bike ride. They make me feel good, like I've fulfilled my weekly exercise requirement or something. Then I practiced and made my poster for English. This poster is really funny, if I do say so myself. We have been reading The Inferno and learning about propaganda, so he merged the two and we had to make a brochure for hell. It has a picture of the devil, saying "Because you deserve the best" and at the bottom it has a slogan that says "Hell. A place so good, people are dying to get in." That's celebrity endorsement and the snob appeal. Hooray for me.

In other news, I haven't got much sleep lately. I think I've turned into some kind of light insomniac. This is no good. People look better when they've gottan enough sleep.

Orchestra festival is tomorrow. I hope I hit the high G's on my solo.

Cor blimey, I taste like Tea. I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?

I blogged to write a poem
a poem everyone will hate
I know this from experience
They are never really great

What inspired this masterpiece
no one will ever know
I think it was a passing guy
who said his name was moe

So whats the point of this poem, you ask
the point is very clear
to make a great fool of myself
and say the sentence I fear

That last sentence made no sense
it made no sense at all
After I posted in my blog today
I went to the mall

Heres the end of my poem
the end of the whole thing
Gandalf came to my house today
and gave me the one ring
Made in good humor by Ash

I <3 blogger

Katie's dumb because she's just as good as me and two years younger. I'm just waiting for the day that she beats me because I know its gonna happen. It's the same thing as the time I beat Heather, I suppose, and that scares me. My BSYO audition was today, and I did pretty good. I nailed my solo, which is the hardest part. All except the sight reading, which I was stupid enough not to look at the time sig and it ended up being in cut time. Guess what I played it in? A slow 4/4. Good job, Ashley. So now Katie beats me and I'm not first chair anymore. The end.

So, in conclusion, I go practice.
and then it's shoe shopping mania!
Kay, bye

So now I got two blogs AND my secret little black book to keep track of? Jeez. What's up with all this? Go to www.enigmaticband.blogspot.com or just click the new link that I will prolly put on my blog. Wow, why does everyone have a blog now? I dont think we realize how many people actually have blogs. It's like, everyone except the kitchen sink. Maybe the kitchen sink even has one. Or maybe its just popular within the people I know. Who knows? And they all started after mine. Hahaha. I like to pretend that I started this whole thing by starting this blog. But we all know I didnt. K, c-ya.

Mr. Schwindt sez: "Shootfire."

I have Overture to Candide stuck in my head. Now that's good music.

Happy Easter, everyone. May God bless you all.

Here is a sample of some of my favorite songs we sang at church:

Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place
I can feel his mighty power and his grace
I can feel the brush of angel wings
I see glory on each face
Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place.
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Lord, I lift your name on high
Lord, I love to sing your praises
I'm so glad you're in my life
I'm so glad you came to save us
You came from heaven to earth to show the way
From the earth to the cross, my debt to pay
from the cross to the grave
from the grave to the sky
Lord, I lift your name on high

I need to change my life.

Now to talk about my problems.
There's this rash on my finger, one of those that you can feel but not see. It pains me whenever I touch something, but, on the surface, it looks completely normal. I can examine it any way I want, but I cannot see anything wrong. Only on the inside does it hurt. And what is the cause of this horrid rash? There's only fate to blame. When I saw the doctor, she said it was prolly from too much contact on something. Yay.
I wish it would go away.

Why does this remind me of the omelette story? Hmmmm....

I'll see you guys on the flip side. Or tomorrow at school. Signing off..

So I was riding my bike yesterday, and this car was behind me, right? When it passes me, a kid that couldn't have possibly been in high school yet pops his head out the window and yells, "Can I get some ass?" I started laughing and couldn't stop...this kid had to have been at least 3 years younger than me. I was like "Come back when you've hit puberty" (not out loud, of course). That was the funny of the day. It was so dang funny.

This quiz doesnt have the most convincing results, but it's very fun and funny to take. So take it.




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There was this one summer where I used to watch the powerpuff girls every single night. By the end of the summer, I had seen every episode.

There. I've met my randomness quota.

Hahaha the link is forbidden now hahahahahaha.

Here's a good excerpt from the book I'm reading:
"Is that how we lived, then? But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever is going on is usual. Even this is as now, usual.
We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.
Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it."

OK, so what's the deal with auditions? The more you want to do well, the more nervous you get and the worse you do. So the desire to do well actually makes you do worse. Why do I bring this up? Because today I had an audition that I REALLY REALLY wanted to do well at, and I killed my chances because I was so nervous. I can relax at minor auditions, and they see how I can truly play. Curse you, nerves, curse you.

In response to the commotion in everyone else's blogs, yeah, ummm, don't talk about people behind their backs and stuff. Because once I was doing that and the person I was talking about was right behind me. Man, did I feel stupid. I sure learned my lesson.

If I were one of Elgar's Enigma Variations, I would be Sir Edward Elgar (E.D.U.). I am the exalted composer of this magnificent work, surrounded by my adoring circle of friends. I am energetic and somewhat enigmatic myself, a big fan of codes and logic puzzles. As for the abbreviation, it's a paraphrase of my wife's pet name for me, Edoo. Who would you be? Enigma Variations Personality Test

Until yesterday, I forgot just how beautiful choir practice can be. I should probably go more often. It really is a nice experience. Even though I have a suspicion that more than half of them cant even read music. But thats a-ok.

I don't like when people talk excessively. It gets on my nerves. Especially when they have no reason in particular to be talking. I think people should take more time to just sit and not talk. Just think or listen or both. I know that when I am talking, I cannot think, and I assume it is this way with everyone else. Therefore, if someone is talking ALL the time, they have no time to think, n'est pas? Ideas and solutions, I think, come from not talking but thinking. Maybe this is just my viewpoint because I don't talk enough. Or maybe it's really true. Then there's the communication thing. "But we need to talk to communicate those ideas!" Of course. But, if speaking is done in excess, the words hinder the thought. The most clear and consise thoughts are put in a small amount of words. People also often only care about their ideas and not about anybody else's, and they end up fighting or screaming etc to make their voice heard. I know you have seen this happen before.
"What is the conclusion to all this rambling?" you ask. (And it is rambling. This is how my brain tells me things) I just think people should slow down, talk less, and listen more.

Once, me and a group of some of my friends were playing hot seat. Except with friends it's more like truth or dare without the dare. We took turns asking each other questions. Once, I thought of a really good question: "What are some of the things you think about the most?" It was strange and also very interesting because all out answers were very different. They gave some answers that I hadn't even thought of before. I think it's very cool to see how different people can be. And we were even all friends, so we should have had at least along the same lines of thought patterns. But it was not so.
I was pondering that question once (which was cool. I was thinking about what I think about the most), and realized that one of the things I think about a lot is scenes and conversations that I create in my head. In my mind, I make up all kinds of conversations with people. The Ashley of my head is very different from the real-life Ashley. The Ashley of my head is very bold; she walks right up to people and tells them exactly what she thinks. The real Ashley? She would never say most of those things ever, either for shyness or fear or other constraint. I wish I could do or say some of those things, but it cannot be so. Why? Because I can't think of a good answer to that question so I'll say this: shehawrar.

Ya know what sucks? When I'm a senior, all my best friends of today will be graduated already. All except Shannon, Katie, and that bum that used to follow me around. (ITS A JOKE HAHAHAHA)

There. I'm done now. You can all go back to your little holes.

Je suis un chef-d'oeuvre de la nature
(I am a masterpiece of nature)

J'ai cet ecris avec mon main gauche
(I wrote that with my left hand)

Je me casse mon l'epee
(I sprained my sword)

Le bifteck as ete affreux heir soir
(The steak was frightful last night)

Bien, tant pis pour toi.
(Well, too bad for you)

Fun with french. The grammer might be a little off. But I get my point across.
Speaking of french, I have another anecdote. Today in french, a question was asked about what the passe simple is used for. I said "To describe historical events" and Mr. Zack heard "To do a circle dance," which set Sean Paul laughing like never before. It wasn't THAT funny.

boys make life harder than it should be

William Bennett sez:
Dracula
(Let's go to) Paridise
Carrot Cake
I love you
You ae beautiful

and then he smacks Ikumi's butt. The end.

According to Craig, my dad is Richard Gere, my sister is Catherine Zeta Jones, my uncle is Zorro, ("Uncle Zorro, I'm being opressed. Can you help me?") and my grandfather is Elvis, who is still alive. Thanks Craig. We sure do have an interesting family.

Yay! New CD's:
Aaron Copland (I have a reformed opinion about his work)
Mozart flute quartet
The magic of Satie
Great conductor of the 20th century: Ferenc Fricsay
The Canticle of the Sun/Music for Flute, Strings, and Percussion
and my lovely allstate cd

Thank God for God and music. Often I wonder: where would I be without music? I don't really have any other interests. At all. I mean, I get good grades and all, but that doesnt mean I'm interested in any of it. If I didn't play flute, what would I do? I would have all the time in the world. I would come home every day after school and.....stay home. That's such a weird concept. I guess I'd prolly find something. But what? Oh well. Until I get carpal tunnel (sp?) I won't have to worry about it.

Clay should win American Idol. Nyeh.

Elgar is my friend. Plus we started reading Candide (or however its spelled) in French in french. Very cool.

I didnt know "vibratoing" was a verb.
Learn something new everyday.
Unless Schwindt just said that. Which is quite possible.

I love my outlook on life. I have a knack for seeing the humor in things, I think. Thats why I'm always laughing. Like when Mr. Mormon (sp) just throws out jokes, but people usually can't tell because he doesnt change his expression or anything? I think he's hilarious.

"Nyeh"
very fun to say if you do it right

Dont ya hate when you are in between two opinions and you have to say "yay" or "nay?" When you just cant decide but you have to go one way or another? I hate that.

"Inside, my heart is breaking
my makeup may be flaking
but my smile still stays on.
The show must go on."

AHHHHHHHHHHHH
I don't know what to do. This is far worse than ever before. I need some help. It's gonna drive me crazy.
(It's the old fight between brain and heart)
AHHHHHHHHHHHH

But, I did get my allstate cd (finally) That makes things much better. "I am the band MASTAHH!!"

Oh yes oh yes oh yes they both oh yes they both oh yes they both reached for the gun the gun the gun the gun oh yes they both reached for the gun for the gun

"Ya know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic."

Yay my mom is yelling again. I love when that happens. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Yes, I know I have a twisted sense of humor.

The beach is good.

I spent (relatively) a lot of mulah today. At least I have already paid off my Canon debts. Thats good. PLUS I made Heather get Aldous Huxley Brave New World at the bookstore. heheheeee

"Man overboard!!"
-Heather's brother when he dropped stuff in the fondue pot

Stupid SAT. I coulve been playing piccolo with some people.

I figured out how to put songs on my phone today. I put on Sonatina (my solo) mvt 111 and excerpts from Symphonic Metamorphasis, Jupiter, and Enigma Variations. I'm such a dork. Ya learn to love me.

Also, I drove solo for the first time today. I like it. There's no mom to scream at you if you make a tiny mistake. And she would, too. You know it, I know it....

OK listen to this. Remember when they made me wash my car when it was about to rain? Now they are complaining that my car is dirty again and I have to wash it again tomorrow. I think they're just mad because they knew it was a stupid idea and made the bad decision anyway. What's the point of a clean car, anyway? Looks? Since when are looks the most important thing? Sigh. I love my parents.

Oh yeah Oh yeah

I have my liscence
Oh yeah Oh yeah

I have a cellphone
Oh yeah Oh yeah

I have a car
Oh yeah Oh yeah

Everyone on my buddy list is away. All except one...the only one on is the one under the category "me." hehehe

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?
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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...