| Now, don't get me wrong, I'm so grateful that it's raining...
I just wish I had an umbrella, you know?
Je m'appelle Ashley.
What that means to you:
"My name is Ashley."
What that means to me:
My purse is drying on used cardboard scraps because of the walk back from my very first French class.
ereerie.
Next is Journalism. I somehow managed to get the single most complicated class schedule in the history of paper.
But! I had an incredible weekend. Fun follows me, apparently, as seen by Rhiannon and Brady.
(He'll deny that.)
Okay runny nose is ensuing.
I missss my brand new college freshman gaaallss from high school.
They need to visit. My car is going to run out of gas before I can put it in reverse to pull out of my parking spot. And gas is so cheap. I should've utilized that. |
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| I saw this cute avatar think on a myspace advertisement and clicked it.
Now there's this morbidly familiar looking small person standing on the bottom right-hand corner of my screen.
All she's wearing is a barrel.?
I'm typing this key-by-key so as to not disrupt these early riser's sleepy time.
I am realizing how irrational I become at this time at night.
I start wishing I had red hair and freckles.
I'm tired of wishy-washy skool.
Want, want, want.
Scantron, scantron, scantron.
Oh yikes, I hear the tossing of sleepy bodies.
heheh. I turned that avatar lady into a solitare victory.
ohgoodnessity. |
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| All I do is make posts and then hide them.
I have a midterm tomorrow.
Last weekend I went RV camping for the first time.
It was awful.
I'm suprised I survived.
I guess that makes me lame?
These postsssss are lame. |
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| I'm packing up and going back to school again.
Little bit sleepy, little bit broken.
Not in more obvious areas of life.
In one that...
Well, that I hope time will repair.
I hope most to improve on my friendships.
And get better at keeping them.
keep it movin.
love,
ashley.
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