You Gotta Love Life…

Just kidding! That title is complete sarcasm. Let me start off by saying that I did not have a good day. At all. The only positives are that I had subway and my sunburn has turned into a nice tan. A farmer’s tan, but still a tan. At least that leaves me looking a little less like a vampire and a little more like a normal human being, right? Right.

Back to the negative stuff. Any of you guys ever dealt with someone making obligations and then not fulfilling them, so you had to step in and do their work for them? That’s my day in a nutshell, but it didn’t just happen once. No, it happened several times, and mainly by the same person. I have a really good work ethic. I can be lazy about starting something, but once I get into it, I work hard and the result is great. That being said, I kind of expect everyone else to be the same way.

Unfortunately, there seems to be a very small percentage of hard workers near me. That’s probably the most frustrating thing about my situation. I worked hard today (and I’ll continue to do so the rest of the week), but I had a little fun. It’s just that I was doing all the work while everyone else sat around and socialized instead of just finishing things up so they could go home. Grr. That’s my biggest pet peeve.

Whew! Anyway, now that I’ve let out an itty bitty rant for ya, I’ll get to what I wanted to end this post with: unfortunately, since this entire week is mondo-super-extremely-exceedingly-excessively-immensely busy for me, I probably won’t do much posting until Sunday. Maybe even Monday, since by the end of the week I’ll be so exhausted and frustrated that anything I post won’t be worth reading.

And so, I have a challenge for anyone who reads this and anything else I post! Using the contact form on my page or via comments below, give me ideas for future blog posts. It can be whatever, and I’ll try my hardest to write on it. Give me topics, ideas, questions about me or something else… whatever! I’ve got a page of ideas to write from already, but those are getting a bit boring, and I’d rather write off of a suggestion.

Anywho, I’ve gotta be up nice and early for yet another stressful day!

The Sunburn From Hell

Yesterday was Independence Day, as anyone in the United States and probably outside of the US knows, I spent the entire day outside.

For those of you who are unaware (this should include just about anyone who reads my blog) I have very pale skin. Very pale skin. If I hold up a piece of printer paper to my stomach, they blend together. Alright, that was a complete exaggeration. But you get the point, yes?

Back to my first sentence. I spent the entire day outside. And, naturally, I forgot to apply sunblock. Usually I’m obsessive with sunblock, but yesterday, I was in one of those “ah, screw it!” moods that teenagers tend to always be in, and I left the sunblock in the car while I ran around in a short pair of shorts and a tee shirt that left my arms almost entirely exposed.

Unfortunately, yesterday was not an ideal day to be in an “ah, screw it!” mood, as the UV index was classified as “very high,” a fact I did not learn until after I was transformed into a lobster. 

Dr. Seuss, You Were Genius

“Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.” -Dr. Seuss

Gotta Love Packing (or not.)

Bad news, dear followers: I’ll be gone for a week, starting tomorrow. And when I return on Saturday, I’m going to be completely and utterly exhausted, and for that reason, I’ll probably hibernate for as long as my mom allows. But, fear not! I’m going to leave you with one last post (or maybe more, depending on whether or not I can sleep tonight) to enjoy. While I’m gone, I’ll be doing plenty of brainstorming for new posts. Actually, that’s a bit pointless, considering I’ve got two notebook pages full of ideas that need written. But I’m getting off topic here.

Tonight, I’m going to be revealing the reasons that I both love and hate packing. It’s been one of my projects for the last week (and I’m still not done–surprise, surprise!) and so I’ve got a bit to say. Since I want to leave this post on a positive note, I’ll begin with my negative opinions and end with the more positive ones. Here goes…

Yet Another Late Night Post

I lied before, when I said I was going to bed. Who was I kidding? I thought I would go to bed, but then I decided to open up Pixlr, and all my plans went downhill from there. Anyway, the reason I’m posting is to show you guys something I made. It doesn’t match the blog, and it’s not well done, but I thought it looked kind of cool. Especially considering I only spent a few minutes on it. Anywho, here it is:

My Bucket List

As promised earlier, here’s my bucket list. Just a warning, it’s LONG. So sit somewhere comfortable and grab something comfortable before you start reading.

Ashley’s Bucket List

(In no particular order.)

• Finish a book
• Get a book published
• Skydive
• Run a marathon
• Run a 5k
• Run a 10k
• Win a trophy
• Learn to surf
• Crochet a blanket (I’m terrible at crocheting and I have zero patience.)
• Sing on stage
• Act in a play

My First

I was seven years old when my second grade teacher assigned us the writing project that completely altered the course my life would take. We’d just finished reading one of those Farmer Brown’s Barnyard books. My teacher told us that we had to write an extended ending, and then promptly plopped down into the chair behind her desk and opened a book of her own to read.

The book’s story line is fuzzy to me now, but I remember that I enjoyed it. I always have been an avid reader, and even back in early elementary school, I jumped at the chance to get my hands on a new book. Writing, though… that was different. I’m sure we did some little assignments where we pasted a couple of sentences that were packed full of misspellings and grammatical errors onto a poorly drawn picture, but I can’t remember any of the specifics. That day, though, I decided that I was going to try my hardest to write an ending that would do such a great book justice.

Finally, after working almost the entire class on my ending, I turned in three full pages of writing. I imagine that there was a gigantic smile pasted on my face, since just thinking about that day makes me grin like mad.