Hours of sleep night before ACT: 5
Hours of sleep night before SAT: 6

Not in the mood right now.

A trapeziod is just a triangle with its head cut off.

Exams. To bah with them. Espacially physics. Halfway over! Woo! I'm looking forward to lots of things, and one of them is the end of physics.
One of them is the concert.
One of them is homecoming.
One of the is the end of marching band.
One of them is...winter break?

Ok well see ya.

Shoot I have a mouth zit.
But I had a good hair day.
So it all evens out.

Katie's blog:
www.thestupidpagethatneverworks.blogspot.com

Haha my new name is funny. And stuff.

So....yeah. Not much upstairs right now. Man I cant type. Ah well, Thats what bloggers are for. Go read the poem I wrote, it's really bad. But I had to write it. It's moderatly not really funny.

What the heck is our exam in English gonna be?
19 more days till homecoming
Too many more days till marching band ends.
Too many more days till physics ends.
Not enough days until all-county auditions. (bleh)
Too many days until the next weekend.

Le temps passe tres vite, et la jeunesse n'a qu'un temps.
Time passes very quickly, and you're only young once.
SO DONT WASTE IT, PEOPLE! GO OUT AND HAVE FUN!!

Fin

I'm posting this to get my new name to work hopefully

Ahh. I remember a time when I used to rest a lot on the weekend and recover all the lost sleep from the preceeding week. Those were the good old days. Not really. Now I sleep less on the weekend. Strange.

I've been busy busy busy busy bee. Or a busy human. That too. Things, for the most part, are going well. I guess. I just wish I got more sleep sometimes. It's not fun walking around like a zombie all the time, ya know? Next weekend is gonna be just as bad. Got SAT in the morning of Sat, church in the mornin of Sun. Ah well. It'll all be over soon. Stupid marching band. Hey people who read this blog, everyone heard our idea? Ya know how Mr. Schwindt has been kinda down lately? We want to do something to cheer him up. Remember when Schwindt gave all the section leaders little notes with good stuff about them written on em? Well, we want to do the same thing to him. Everyone write little notes with good stuff about Mr. Schwindt on it, and give them to me, Rebecca, Erin, Alyssa, or one of the crew, and we're gonna put them in a jar or something so every time he feels sad he can just pull one out and read it. And don't put your name on it either. I think it's a swell idea. And it made feel good just planning it. I like making people feel good, it makes me feel good. :) So get to it. Write, write write! We're somehow gonna get the whole band in on it.

In other news, my stomach don't like me no more.

Oh man oh man. I bombed the physics test today. I actually studied for it too. I sat down for an hour Sunday night and went over everything. I even made a little fake test for myself. But it was nothing like I thought it was gonna be. I mean, the last test was mostly multiple choice, but this one was all free response and problems to work out. Only one multiple choice, I believe. And I forgot what all the equations were used for so I panicked (sp?) and got all flustered and couldn't concentrate. It reminded me of the biology exam last year when I couldn't concentrate because I was so mad that there was stuff on the exam that he didn't teach us about. Or mention. Ever. So anyway, this is the first test I've ever failed. Ever. I mean, I know I failed this one. And it makes me sad. I'm getting a 93 in calculus! An A in AP English! Confounded physics. WHYIAUGHTA. I've concluded that I shouldn't be in honors physics. NOT AT ALL. Eh. So much for being thirteenth.

Everything is sucking. I'm having a bad couple days with flute (aka I'm sucking again). When you sound bad when you practice, it makes you not want to practice anymore. But you have to because you won't sound better if you don't practice. So it's painful. I think my sucking may have to do with the amount of sleep I got this weekend, which was not much. Not much at all. I think I got a grand total of around 9 hours. That means I go to bed early tonight. Just like last night.

Well at least I don't have BSYO anymore. And I don't have any homework in physics because of the test and I don't have any English homework (which I should teoretically never have but somehow it never happens that way) and I did my calc homework already and I practiced in third block today, so I'm free to write in my bloggey and check up on other blogs.
Plus I only need two more tens to be on the perfect ten list. There's only three more quizzes left...I can do it!
Plus I think it's fish tonight. Yay.

In other news, I gots an FYAO concert on Sunday this weekend. Me and Emily and Alyssa G are the three flutes in Chamber Symphony and theres no one else I know in all five orchestras. It's weird. We're playing Hyden through the ages: the last two movements of Symphony #8, The Tempest (or something like that)...which happens to have a leading flute part...which only I am playing...and the first movement of Concertant (written later in his career) for quartet of violin, cello, oboe and bassoon and orchestra. It's gonna be great, but we're not gonna be the featured orchestra. I'm excited to see what the big guys are playing though. Prolly somethin cool.
The next concert, though, is gonna be crazy. It's us and Sinfonia (the cute little group with elementary students) and you can imagine who people will be going to see. Next concert we'll play lotsa cool stuff. Like poet and peasant. I can't wait!

Man I've been typing for a long time. But it's not time for dinner yet. My mom sure is getting home late today. No Jackson tomorrow! Woo!

I'm a happy Ashley due to some certain people. You know who you are.

I'm here and I'm here. Good jorb lol.

Mrs Orletsky told us a funny story. There was this really shy girl in one of her classes and she never raised her hand in class to answer. So one day she got bold and raised her hand to answer. She said "Dont yell at me if I get this wrong." Mrs Orletsky said okay. And so she answered and got it right and Mrs Orletsky yelled at her.

Whats up with me, though? Ive had a pretty tough week. I hate physics, but I lurve my other classes. I need to practice more. My mom thinks Im slacking on practicing because of my social life, which is kinda true, as much as I dont want it to be. But its not like I never practice anymore. I feel like Im making sacrifices whatever I do. Im sacrificing study time if I clean the house, social time if I sleep, practicing time if I go out. I dont know. Nothing ever seems to work out right. Ah well.
I get mad sometimes with people. People I hang out with constantly talk bad about other people. It just irks me sometimes. The other day at lunch people were throwing stuff in Beth's hair and being mean to her. Every time I see something like that, a little voice in my head says it mean and I should stop them doing it. But I never do. But Im saying now that I, from here on, disapprove of being mean to beth. Just because she blind doesnt mean shes not a person with feelings and doesnt like being made fun of as much as the rest of us. As much as she is annoying, I think its being taken a bit too far. ZACH.

Also, Ilea. Guys, you seriously need to stop talking about her. Its to the point where youre actually making stuff up about her thats not true (Im not accusing anyone in particular but Ive heard it). And Im suppoed to defend her and frankly I dont want to have to do that. So if you have a thought in youre head about her, dont let me be in earshot when you say it. Youre supposed to be respecting her, the least you can do is pretend you are. There comes a time in every persons life when they need to just not let their opinion be known and this is one of them.
I know you can do it because I have.

In other news, blah.
Sir Ron Norris is a paledrome.

Ugh. What a horrible day. Even Mama didnt say thered be days like this. Im even too weary to type and complain about all that happened. All I'll say is that the sun will come up tomorrow.

I had a dream last night that the drumline played a cadence called "I Love Gilbert." True story.

Today is my parents 20th anniversary. Weird.

I'm lucky number thirteen!
Alyssa: "Could've been at least eleven."

Dude! I was reading LOTR today and I got to this paragraph with beautiful, brilliant imagery and I started anylyzing it subconciously. I even went back to identify what sense it appealed to and I couldn't believe what I was doing when I came to. Here, I'll give you the excerpt (its about the Shelob):
"A little way up and to the left, he saw suddenly, issuing from a black hole of shadow under the cliff, the most loathy shape that he had ever beheld, horrible beyond the horror of an evil dream. Most like a spider she was, but huger than the great hunting beasts, and more terrible than they because of the evil purpose in her remorseless eyes. Those same eyes that he had daunted and defeated, there they were lit and fell again, clustering in her out-thrust head. Great horns she had, and behind her short stalk-like neck was her huge swollen body, a vast bloated bag, swaying and sagging between her legs; its great bulk was black, blotched with livid marks, but the belly underneath was pale and luminious and gave forth a stench. Her legs were bent, with great knobbed joints high above her back, and hairs that stuck out like steel spines, and at each leg's end there was a claw."
(page 378)

It kinda reminds me of all the times I have listened to music and subconciously started counting measures..I realize what I'm doing and start freakin out

I think my blog is getting more and more random. Ya know what though, I dont have much of a life right now. I'll tell you the stuff I spend time with right now (in no specific order):
1) social life
2) band and music
3) grades
AND THATS IT. Well thats not everything, but thats the bulk of it. It's okay. You don't need a life to LOVE IT!
Note to fellow common mafia members: Don't let me eat too much sugar at lunch. I bounce off the walls in fourth block. Almost literally but not really.

Will: "A woman's place is in the house....of representatives."
lol

Today: homework
Tomorrow: group project
Wednesday: flute lesson
Thursday: the world

Yeah so apparently I am no help in marching band, which isnt far from the truth, but I really do try. I'm trying, Schwindt! I'm not a miriacle worker! Jeez. You know, I would have a lot more confidence if he would say something good to me every once in a while (about drum majoring). Confidence makes leaders better, unless they get too much of it, which won't happen in this situation because I have so little to start with. I should've never become drum major...never become a leader...

Hey everyone IT'S OVER. Keep in mind that I have forgiven everyone. I was gonna wash my car Sunday anyway. Really :)

Masquerade
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
hide your face so the world will never find you...

I feel like I've done something wrong, but I don't think I have. Have I done something wrong?

Thanks to Shannon, Rebecca, Erin, and Richard. You guys are great friends. And Alyssa, you're a great friend too, you just weren't there at the time. I hope we stay as close as we are. I love you guys.

My day summed up in one phrase:
"Oh snap"

Craig, guess what song popped in my head the other day? Ice cap zone! Hehe. It reminded me of you. Thing are so different without you here. I'm the Stahl now. It's weird.

Physics book, page 66:
"Thus, the car's speed increases, but its acceleration is negative. When the car reaches the end of the driveway, the driver puts on the brakes and comes to a stop. Then, the final velocity will be less negative than the initial velocity. The acceleration will be positive, even though the car is moving slower"

I love physics!

Allstate: Eh.

Sleep!!!!!

If I was obnoxious like some people, and had to let the world know my every thought, I'd post something like:
"OMG GUYS IM SOOOO HAPPY! THINGS ARE GOING SOOO WELL OMG LIKE IM GONNA JUMP AND SING IM SO HAPPY" and then go into detail about why Im so happy.

But Im ashley so Ill just sit in my little corner and put a tiny smile on and if anyone asks how I am, I'll say "good."

Time for a post longer than two lines! Though I dont know what Im gonna talk about.

I hope I make allstate. Its a toss up this year. In theory, since I made it my freshman year, I should make it this year. But theory is nothing when it comes to auditions. I'm really nervous. At least I'm not sucking as much as I sometimes do.
Grades? Mediocre. Playing? Mediocre. I need some excitement! Hehe. And excitement shall I get.

I did it! Good job, Ashley!

Oh Lordy.
So much stuff swimming around in my head.
Here's the lot very quick-like:
1) I'm a SUCKY drum major. Man am I bad.
2) Confused on all levels of emotion. But happy.
3) STOP FIGHTING. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
4) Ah. I'm tired.
5) Allstate next week?
6) I wish I remembered to turn in my picture.

Yeah I know. I dont have the worst problems in the world. I'm just kinda confused. About...everything.

Rated: SCARY

Hahaha....Tony thinks he gives great massages. He OBVIOUSLY hasnt seen Eric. Right, Rebecca?

Oh how I love posting about the least important thing in my day.
:)
Because I can.

BEACH=FUN