Ashley

 Brita Water Filters are the devil. It takes too long, you can't pour it without making a mess, it isn't cold like fridge water, and the water still tastes like it came out of Jesus' ass hole (and, mind you, water from ANYONE'S ass hole - even Jesus and the Governator - is going to taste like doodie and steroids).
Why can't the god damn fridge just not be a dickhole and do its' job?

By the way, all the commercials are wrong. Just For Men will not make your wife love you again, if you buy a new car with a higher MPG rate, your car will not be trailed by a field of cartoon flowers, and Brita Water Filters are not like leaving a loud and dirty city to live in an unpoluted spring.

It's really itching at me, today.



I finally signed up for Fall courses: Math, English, and Sign Language... I figure three classes (twelve credits) is plenty to start with, especially since I still want to be able to work at least 20 hours a week.
Speaking of work, I think I may soon be able to put in my two-weeks at Cuppy's... To work at Starbucks! I'm crossing my fingers that all goes well.

Everyone in my family went to the museum today, and they left without me. I'm really bummed, I was looking forward to it.

Some people are artists, lion tamers, astronauts, athletes, fashion designers, or even candle stick makers. I am a writer. I love to read and write things; it's my form of self-expression.
I have a personal journal that I write little things that come to mind in. If something is bothering me or making me happy or anything, I put it in that journal. IN that journal, because I intend for it to stay there because it is MY expression.

Long story short, don't go through someone's personal things, copy what they wrote, and post in on your MySpace where the whole world can see it. And, more importantly, don't take credit for it. Seriously, it's just a shitty thing to do.
It's also called plagiarism, which is illegal.

I want to climb rocks. Big ones. Like whole mountain sides with ropes and stuff, just to say that's what I do.
A there is yet another goal for myself... Along with learning sign language and moving to another country. AH!



The class of 2008 (the class I was in) is graduating next Thursday. I am so excited for everyone, yet somewhat ashamed that I will not be walking with my class.
I wish that I had played things out a little more differently.

I graduated to my yellow belt yesterday! So exciting!

I clean and clean and clean all day long, and everything looks the same. And I'm so angry that I can't stop cleaning; both the house and myself. I can't stand it.
This is definitely giving me the motivation I need to get my own place.


GAH!

I have work in the morning, I should go.

It is grandpa's birthday. At least it was five days ago. And Nico's was yesterday... So many birthday's that I'll never remember!
God, do I dislike Grampa's wife. She is so evil!

Saw Indiana Jones today. It was okay. Just okay. I was kind of puzzled when they brought aliens into the picture. I hope the 'Holes' guy doesn't make another sequel, it'd be kind of how Jurassic Park or Legally Blonde turned out with theirs. Just baaaaaad.

I didn't have much spare time to write; I'll probably clean this up later.

Seven months, five days, and... Oh, I'd say about two hours and twenty-four minutes.
I thought I was over it. Until I found my Allman Brother's CD.



I am lonely today... Very, very lonely.

It's been a few months, and upon seeing each other, one of the women exclaims, "Oh! You look great, did you get a hair cut?!"
"No, silly, I got all of them cut!"

Yes, I got my hair cut. Short. Not lesbian short, but short enough to not bother me in this 100 degree weather.


And I am very angry, because I ordered a vegetarian, dairy free burrito at my favourite burrito place and when I got home and bit into it it was... A motherfucking CHICKEN burrito. I was so disgusted, I started dry-heaving.
I am scarred. I will have to inspect all of my food from this moment onward.


Fucking A.

I swear to God, the Great Spirit, Allah, Ishvara, El, Deus, Krishna, Vishnu, chocolate, and all other heavenly beings that may control the Universe, that once I have two or three children, I am just going to have doctors rip my fucking uterus OUT.

I’m so bummed. I bought a super-duper chick flick (“27 Dresses”), and I was so excited to watch it when I got home from the store. I took a long, hot shower, rid my hair of split ends with this cool new conditioner I had also purchased, and made myself half a pot of coffee to sip whilst I watch it in my bath robe. I started the film and was enjoying myself when, right in the middle of the third scene, it freezes for about three seconds, crackles, and skips ahead to the fourth. The damn thing relentlessly did it again a second and third time after I attempted to clean it. I was infuriated.
So I came downstairs to the kitchen, still clad in a robe, to discover that there is cake. Upon asking what it is for, I was told I am not allowed to eat it, because it is for my brother’s birthday party tomorrow… Which I will definetly be attending, for the sole purpose of eating cake.

It's breaks my heart to know that people in this world could still support banning same-sex marriage, let alone people in America. It is unconstitutional for the government to have the power to decided who the population is permitted to love and marry. The founding fathers of this country fought to make it "the land of the free," and many people died for your freedom of speech, press, assembly, religion, and LOVE.
Be you Catholic, Liberal, Hindu, straight, or gay, everyone, as a citizen of this country and as a living being, has a right to love and to live the lifestyle that they choose.
If it isn't hurting you, why fight so hard to ban it? Because the Bible says it's wrong? Last I checked, Church and State were supposed to be separated in this country.
I just don't see how there could even be an argument for it, anymore.



It was about 9834873 degrees today. This weekend is supposed to get up into the hundreds. Fuck me sideways.

1. Cereal with soymilk.
2. Teriyaki tofu sandwich - With lettuce, tomato, sprouts, hummus and sourdough bread.
3. Spinach salad - With tomato, carrot, jicama, sunflower seeds, artichoke, olives, and lemon dressing.


Picking three is too hard. I also love smoothies, spaghetti, chips and salsa, fresh fruits and vegetables, that fake rib shit from Trader Joe's, Indian food, Thai food, vegetarian sushi...

Thank goodness it's only a hypothetical question.

Today is mother's day. There are vases of flowers all around the house.
And a fresh loaf of sourdough bread in the bread box... Mmm...

I finally decided to delete that god-awful MySpace of mine. There are better ways to communicate. And even if there aren't, I don't mind, because thus far, I haven't met anyone worth keeping in touch with solely over MySpace. Those who matter know how to reach me.


Tell your mother that you love her! :)

It is warm and sunny out. I was so happy with the weather that I rode my new, turquoise bike around for two hours after work today... Much of it uphill. Now I am tired, but it was so worth it.

I went to the bookstore yesterday and got another book by the author of Running With Scissors (Augusten something... I enjoyed his writing very much, very David Sedaris) and another book, Ishmael, by an author I can't name off the top of my head at the moment.
I started reading the latter first and now, 23 pages in, I have already fallen in love with it. It is not a comedy or an autobiography or a feel-good type novel, like I usually read. According to the cover it is "an adventure of the mind and spirit." I can already tell that there is much to learn from this novel.
Or maybe not, who knows. Like I said, I haven't exactly gotten very far into it.
I also got a copy of the Once soundtrack. I listened to it as I got ready for work this morning; I love it.

It is absolutely time for a nap.

Life is just a perpetual stream of alterations. Everything around me is changing into something completely different than it was four years ago, three years ago, one year ago, six months ago...


Good? Bad? Neutral? I don't know, only more time and changes will tell!

Iggy, my iguana, died today while I was at the pool... He was acting funny all day. I'm having a hard time believing he's gone. I miss the little guy, already... He used to sit on my lap and keep me company while I surfed the internet. :(

But I absolutely cannot stand their consistency and the noise that they make while being chewed in one's mouth.
Gross!

And in case no one knew, I am not the right person to call at three in the morning when you are drunk and only want to talk about how drunk you are. Bad call. I said I'd call you back, but I won't.

I don't have work all weekend until Tues... So let's go blow up some circus tents. Or wrestle some platypuses. Either way, I'm sure we'll have lots of fun.
Just not today, because 1, I don't feel like it and 2, I'm getting some new shoes and a larger terrarium for Iggy today. Oh, and apparently going to Costco. Great.

P.S. I've got some vegan oatmeal cookies in the oven. Mm-mmm!
Watching Edward Scissorhands for the first time, I like it. It reminds me of the Nightmare Before Christmas.
Oh, it's a Tim Burton film. Duh.


Craig: "Where is your mother?"
"Oh, she said something about going to Guam for a few weeks."

I always answer questions I don't know the answer to with something absurd.

God, I feel like such a conformist. But I think it's much better than BlogSpot, because just about everyone has a friggin' BlogSpot.
Except for me, of course.
Everyone says that LiveJournal is "so 8th grade." Which is totally true, because I'm pretty sure I had one way back when with all sorts of embarrassing nonsense, but I'm bringin' it back. But this time I'm not talking about boys and bad music.
So, y'know, copy me and get a LiveJournal and we can be LiveJournal friends and leave comments on each others' pages and it'll all be sunshine and rainbows for ever and ever. Blah, blah, blah...

Today is a special day. Why? Because I have exactly six months to live. Not that I'm dying, it's a figure of speech. It is exactly six months to the day that I am kicked out of my mother's house.
And I know, I know, "six months is a long time," but considering how fast the last set came and went, I completely disagree with that statement. Time goes by very quickly for me. Mostly because I don't do anything of consequence, except study math for the CHSPE and now (finally) working at a tiny coffee shop that sells smoothies and doesn't have a dishwasher.
And right now I cannot stand my manager, because he is giving a bunch of my hours (which aren't many, mind you) to some twit with no experience, whos job I could easily handle blindfolded... But I suppose that's how life in the "real world" goes.


So, it's definitely not a bad thing I'm leaving here in six months. I'm sick of this scene, anyway.

Time to go jogging.

Oh, and I finally saw Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for the first time today. I didn't really enjoy it. I don't know, I was multitasking, maybe I missed the point of the story.