Since I haven't listened to Sigur Ros since freshman year of high school, I decided yesterday it'd be a good idea to download a whole bunch of Icelandic music. Now I have a slumber playlist on iTunes. Last night I slept like a baby. Stoked.

Tomorrow is a dress, vegan lecture, modeling, tattooing, slumber party day.

Jonsi&Incense; doesn't get much better than this.

Dear History 111,

Why did you force me to read 200 pages on the Erie Canal?

Dislike you a bit,

Ashley Ann

Infatuation

in·fat·u·a·tion ( -f ch - sh n). n. 1. A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction.

Here besets the quintessence of all my thwarted attempts at homogeneity. It is artlessly recherché that I materialize innervations. Recherché as in conceivably once a year. But due to my infatuation disease I become blasé and ill-of-heart. Feasibly I subsum the elucidation. A character to ameliorate this decrepitude I've fallen into?

March 29, 2010

Framed my clown today. I found it while cleaning my room, and figured it was sort of worth framing. A fancy sketch during Music Theory. Nothing outrageous on my mind. I'm excredibly exhausted, and would love a nap. I'm itching with anticipation.

Studying?

Jack-In-Box

The past week has been incredible. The memories made are ones definitely worth remembering. It's interesting what can come out of simply releasing any inhabitations one may possess. After a Friday spent well, I have fallen asleep and woken up with one person on my mind.

Simply in hopes that he won't check this frequently, I'll continue. I'm not sure where his heart lies at this point. I also don't know if it's ignorant or somewhat strange to feel the connection I felt with him the only time hanging out. I rarely ever care about someone, so when I do I'm not sure how to handle the situation. I also care to an exceptional level. It always feels new and somewhat odd to be thinking of something other than my own agenda for once. I'm always wrapped up in school or work to truly sit down and allow my mind to wander to anything or anyone else. Although, with him, I can't seem to help myself.

I don't open up easily. I don't allow myself to develop feelings easily. This whole thing is new to me.

Now I'm done. I've already said too much.

Curse like a wave

Today I:

-Held a snake
-Hung out with my best friend, whom I haven't seen in a couple months
-Ate ZOUP
-Drank a smoothie
-Played frisbee
-Met Jonny Craig's twin
-Laughed so hard my stomach hurt with Li
-Rode my bike
-Enjoyed the 68 degree weather
-Realized how happy the sun makes me

Quick list for an amazing day.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

I miss my HLP more than ever today. It's those days where I know she needs me, but I can't physically be there for her that kill me. It's also those days where I'm sick as a dog, and she's not here to serve me warm Earl Grey tea and watch Twilight with me (or in her case, two more times while I'm fast asleep above her.) I've never had a friend who's lived on the other half of the country, whom I've desired more than anything to stay close with. Which is another feeling, because any tears I cried when she boarded that plane were happy, "she's going to be so happy out there" tears. I never once thought we'd lose contact or not be friends in a few months. There are a handful of people who keep me motivated to get up and do things everyday. Even being in Seattle, Camille Casado seems to do that for me. I'd be happy 70 years old, swimming in the local recreation pool with her, talking about all the things we can do and places we can see... then be those old woman in the hot tub checking out the college meat.

That was my rant on Camille. I'm not even quite sure why I did that... I think when I get in these moods where I feel so lost in a world I know so well, reminding myself of memories or situations we went through always seems to ease any hard feelings I may have. I cannot wait to be two feet away from her at all times again. Man, the Art's Village must've really hated us...along with the whole music scene within the town of Bowling Green, Ohio. OK, Ashley, STOP. Move ON.

It's Pi Day! Camille reminded me of that one. I don't recall what I did last Pi day... maybe I have a video blog from last year telling me exactly what I had on my agenda. It's depressing that I deleted my tumblr. I wish I had kept it to look back on any memories or stories I found important. Probably a lot of "Mark Gorey" this or "Pete Dowdalls" that or "Jason Polo" this. I suppose last year was an eventful year in which I spent a lot of my time caring a whole lot, and receiving barely anything in return. When I had feeling reciprocated, I found myself not wanting them, and pushing whomever was showing them away. I'm no gush, all steel.

I also just found myself rambling in hopes of pushing back this Philosophy paper I've had two weeks to write. I'm not sure what I want to say, I'm also not sure if my professor will remember me bringing my point up in class. If he doesn't, this paper may not be counted which wouldn't be the end of me, but it wouldn't be good. Five points can add up...I guess?

I'd talk more about my day, but my feelings thought and felt throughout the day seem to be more interesting and worthwhile for myself when I decide to come back to this blog a year later to read what I wrote. Last year, "a year later" didn't seem all that strange to me. When writing it this time, it felt awful. It felt like time goes by too quickly. I still can't believe my best friend, Li, is turning 21 next week. I can't believe my other best friend, Sum, is turning 22 next week. I can't believe that when I was 17-19, I honestly believed the boy I was dating could potentially be the male I marry. I didn't want it, but I didn't see a way out. If that makes sense?

My feelings currently are mixed. I'll love Michigan then hate it only a millisecond later. Whether thats how my bodies feelings always work at an influxing rate, or I'm just not cut out for the Midwest. Gosh. This is another blog entry entirely. I'll write this when I'm more prepared and my thoughts aren't being stretched like blank canvas.

Happy Pi Day

March 13, 2010

Wednesday, March 20, 2010

Waiting Room with Jonny Craig

I'm sitting in a facial surgical waiting room, awaiting my free consultation. I indeed have my massive headphones on, playing Jonny Craig. I'm so grateful for Li, that she exposed me to him. Well, his solo project I suppose. I'm stoked that tomorrow I get to see him perform, along with Tides of Man.

Yesterday was an interesting day. School was surpisingly amazing. It normally is awful, and leaves me with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I dropped my horrible Economics class, and successfully completed my Music Theory Mid-Term. I then did errands with my mom; Kohl's, Trader Joe's. Then we went to the Livonia Rec Center where she belayed me, as I climbed.

Climbing: The only time I'm completely content with everything. I would have to say, it is quite possibly the best experience of my life. Climbing gives me a sort of feeling that nothing or no one has ever given me before; even better than falling in love or receiving the notice of Dean's List in the mall. Its unbelieveable.

Anyway, today I work at the Toy Shop from noon until three, then Jacob and I are going to grab some food. Greg's art exhibit opening is tonoight. I'll hopefully be attending that with Miss Li.

Wow, this facial surgeon knows her stuff. I can't wait for what the next few months have in store! :)

Wednesday, March 20, 2010

Lookie here. I forgot I posted a bazillion videos last year onto here. I'm bringing back my blog, mostly because I find it to be beneficial to myself and how to release some unwanted stress. Some may say that's what friends are for, I say, I'm not one to open up to most people, therefore sharing it personally, yet worldly is my best option.

I'll write more tomorrow, I just wanted to make sure I could still log on, and such.