What My Bedroom Says About Me

I was sitting in bed, attempting to get a few more scholarship applications done posting homecoming pictures on my various social networking sites, when I began glancing around my bedroom, and I realized that it’s been at least since last April that I actually cleaned my room. This sparked a curiosity that led me to Google “What does my bedroom say about me?” and the following is what I discovered…

 

According to the first quiz, I “become sad easily and am subjected to wild mood swings.” As much as I would love to brush this one off and complain about how terribly incorrect it is, I can’t. One minute I’ll be laughing so hard I’m crying, and the next I’m bawling my eyes out because of some stupid thing that a boy did. Classic teenage girl, eh?

The next quiz called me “Miss Messy!” and said that I’m “laid back, and I like my bedroom to show it.” This one is probably the most accurate of all.

My third result labeled me as “Hippie Chic.” Once I stop laughing at the utter ridiculousness (is that even a word?) of this one, I might have a real comment.

The next test told me that I’m “Sexy, Childish, Romantic, and Dreamy.” How a person can be simultaneously sexy and childish, I don’t know, but hey… I’ll take it.

Number five was a quiz I discovered on some teenage gossipy website, and it for some reason took what I said about the state of my bedroom and told me that I’m “Shy around boys and don’t really give off vibes when I like them.” I’m really not sure how they came up with that (and it’s actually really inaccurate), but I’m a little put out that the website seems to take everything about a girl’s life and lead it back to boys. That’s a rant for another day, though…

After that, I discovered that since my room is supposedly “bright and cheery,” I’m an “energetic and bright person who’s room only gets messy when gaming systems are left lying around.” I don’t even own a gaming system.

The final website I encountered wasn’t a quiz, but rather it was a set of slides that showed a picture of a bedroom and described the type of person who lives in such a room. I’m still not sure how I feel about the fact that my bedroom looks most like the one described as a “Teenage Boy’s Bedroom.”

 

Since there really wasn’t too much of a correlation between the answers I found online, I’ll give you a brief little description of my bedroom, and then you can tell me what my bedroom says about my personality.

My sheets and blankets and pillow cases don’t match–they’re all different colors and patterns because I use the first clean thing I find. I have piles of college mail piled so high on my desk that it’s practically impossible to see it most of the time. My shoes used to reside in a rack on the back of my door, but they’re currently scattered all over my floor, wherever I happened to kick them off. My dresser is overflowing with clothes, so I’ve taken to piling them in baskets and on my rolling desk chair and on the floor wherever I find room. On top of my dresser are dozens of body sprays and lotions and hairsprays and leave in conditioners and earrings and nail polishes and all those other things that girls have stockpiled in their bedrooms. I’ve got quotes and number bibs and ribbons from cross country hanging on my walls. Inside my closet hangs my prom dress from last year, and that’s also where I keep all of my books and bags full of clothes that I’ve been intending to donate for years.

So what does my bedroom say about me?

‘Bout To Get Controversial

This post is going to be a serious rant, so if you think you’re going to get offended by a topic that’s currently very controversial, then leave. Right now. My purpose isn’t to offend, but rather to get my thoughts out. So if I see comments that bash what I have to say, I will block them as spam, because I’m warning you to leave NOW if you don’t want to read something that clashes with any opinions you may have. Now, then… on to my rant…

 

I’m sure you’ve all heard of that Chick-Fil-A thing that’s going on. You know, where the CEO of the company publicly declared that he was for the biblical ideas of marriage and that he’s against gay marriage? Yeah, that thing. Politicians are now using the stance of a fast food joint to gain public acceptance. Other fast food places are siding with Chic-Fil-A. I’ve even read that the company is financially supporting anti-gay organizations that go overseas to kill gays and are trying to make homosexuality illegal. Honestly, I’m not sure if that’s 100% true or not, but I don’t doubt it, especially with the way people are acting these days.

So what I want to know is this: how does gay marriage affect Chick-Fil-A? How does it affect all those politicians? How does it affect other companies? How does it affect you? How does it affect me? The answer is that it doesn’t.

I’m straight. I’ve never even considered the idea of dating or marrying anyone who wasn’t of the opposite gender, and therefore, I find it extremely difficult to understand how someone might be attracted to another of the same sex. Personally, I’m going to grow up and marry a guy that I fall in love with. Because of that, gay marriage doesn’t affect me in the least. What do I care if two people who are in love get married? I think everyone should have a chance at love, whether or not they go about it the conventional way. It does not affect me.

And guess what! Unless you’re gay, this issue doesn’t affect you either.

Here’s something that might surprise you after reading this: I’m a christian. There’s a shocker, ‘eh? Especially since I’m arguing against Chick-Fil-A’s supposed support of a biblical idea. But the thing is, I don’t believe that a true christian can support one part of the bible without supporting the rest. What Chic-Fil-A’s CEO failed to mention is that yes, gay marriage is a sin, but so is telling someone that they look pretty when you’re internally wondering if they’ve been hit by the ugly stick is equally sinful. In Jesus’ eyes, a sin is a sin. It doesn’t matter how big or little. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay or if you’ve told a white lie or if you’ve committed murder. It’s the exact same thing. And guess what? We’ve ALL sinned. Every single one of us. 

I’m sick of seeing people who claim to be christian post facebook statuses about how much they’re going to support Chick-Fil-A now. Grow up–this has nothing to do with any of you! The United States is putting entirely too much emphasis on the issue  of gay marriage right now, when in reality, it doesn’t affect a majority of us in any way, shape, or form. All it’s doing is drawing our country further and further apart, and over an immature issue nonetheless. What ever happened to the separation of church and state? We can’t pray in school, but politicians are allowed to publicly declare their support or contradiction with an issue that stems from a statement about christian beliefs? That just seems completely hypocritical to me.

Back to what I said about Chick-Fil-A’s support of organizations that are trying to make homosexuality illegal. That’s one of the absurd things I’ve ever heard. Teenagers can legally abort a child and never have to tell their parents about it, but apparently being attracted to someone of the same gender should be outlawed? I don’t think so. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I love my country, but I’m extremely disappointed in them right now. The United States needs to rethink their morals, because there’s a serious issue when killing a child is legal but being in love with someone that the bible says not to love isn’t allowed.

All I have to say is grow up, America. This issue doesn’t affect me, and it doesn’t affect thousands of others who are butting their heads into it. Don’t let this split apart our country even more. There’s plenty of bad things already. Don’t bring fast food into this, don’t bring politics into this, and don’t bring unaffected parties into this.

I neither support nor oppose gay marriage. Because as I’ve already said half a dozen times, it doesn’t affect me. What’s the use of having such a strong opinion when it has nothing to do with most of us? That’s completely immature.

I’ve already explained my stance on the biblical aspects–that a sin is a sin is a sin is a sin and we’re all guilty of sinning–but I want to mention a couple more things on that. 1) It doesn’t matter that we’ve sinned numerous times, Jesus will forgive us no matter what. All you have to do is ask for forgiveness. 2) Hate is a sin, too. And it’s something that the devil thrives on. So if you think that you’re some great christian because you’re hating on homosexuals, you need to get that idea out of your head right now. You’re no higher or more holy than the people who you’re going against.

One last thing before I hit publish and watch as the hateful comments stream in (even though I said NOT to read if you might be offended): I neither support nor oppose Chick-Fil-A. I’m disappointed that the nation has chosen sides over an issue such as this. There are bigger things than gay marriage that we need to be focused on, like the amount of homeless people there are or the fact that there are soldiers dying daily in the fight for our freedom. But I’m not going to take this out on Chick-Fil-A because that’s entirely immature, and one person is not at fault for this. Our entire nation is at fault because we’ve let an issue that shouldn’t be a national issue escalate to extremes.

Sorry, not sorry.

8 Reasons Why: Sucks To Be A Teenager

Obviously, I’m in a debbie downer mood today, hence my list of negatives. I was thinking earlier about how great it would be to just leave and go for a road trip, and then I realized that’s not a possibility, mainly because of this: I don’t yet have my license. Ever since I had that epiphany, I’ve been in a terrible mood. I honestly feel bad for my family, because they’re the ones who have to deal with my monster-like attitude when I leave my bedroom.

I’m not positive as to why such a small thing threw my normally happy mood out the window, but I’ve decided that it must be because my blood sugar seems to be abnormally low today. I’m not diabetic, but my mom thinks there’s a good chance I’m hypoglycemic because of the way my body tends to shut down if my sugar is low. There are lots of nasty symptoms that I go through when this happens, and as I said, today’s been especially off.

Oops, I’m getting off topic! You’re probably bored to tears. Fear not! I’ll get on to my list of eight reasons why it sucks to be a teenager…

1. Minimum wage is lower for minors than it is for adults. Plus, since I work way less hours than most adults, I’m getting like a trillion times less money than they do. Which sucks. On the plus side, I don’t have to pay any bills yet, so I don’t technically need all that much money, but it would be nice to have a little more to spend on books and clothes. 😉

2. Some concerts are inaccessible to minors. Unless you’ve got a really good fake ID. Since I don’t own a fake ID, it would be impossible to get into those concerts. Such a downer.

3. Can’t buy some things. No, I’m not referring to alcohol or cigarettes, because I don’t need to be buying those anyway. But have you ever seen those infomercials that end with “must be eighteen to purchase.”? You’ve got to be eighteen to buy a pillow pet! How ridiculous is that!?

4. People (adults, specifically) seem to think we’re incapable and incompetent. If it weren’t for the fact that I respect my elders, I’d probably yell at them that I more than likely have a higher IQ and therefore am more than capable of doing whatever I set my mind to.

5. High school. ‘Nuff said.

6. You have to follow your parents’ rules. Like, for example, the rule my parents have that I must be seventeen before taking the driving test. That one absolutely drives me insane, but it’s not like I can do a lot about it. When I’m eighteen, parental consent is no longer needed. I’m sure I’ll still consult with them over most things, because I respect them and their opinions, but it’ll be nice to actually make my own decisions.

7. There’s not a lot of freedom as a teenager. We’ve got curfews, school deadlines, restrictions on licenses and life in general, etc. It would be nice to for once just have the freedom to do what I want to do. (Hint hint, road trip!)

8. Acne. I don’t think I have to explain much for that one.

 

Anywho, I’ve gotta get to sleep. I may or may not add some good things to my list at another time. Hope you’ve enjoyed a little peek into my perspective on life!

The Sisterhood

No, not The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. This is the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers, and I was nominated by Amanda at byamandaleigh. First I’ll list the rules, and then I’ll follow through with what I was asked to do…

 

1) All recipients need to thank the giver
2) Post 7 things about yourself
3) Pass the award on to 7 other bloggers of their choice and let them know that they have been nominated.
4) Include the logo of the award in a post or on your blog

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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… Continue reading

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

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Reasons To Finish A Book

1. They say the world is going to end on December 21st this year. I don’t believe that, but it works as a good time frame to get a book done by. And maybe we’ll all get thrown for a loop and the world will be thrown into utter chaos… so wouldn’t it just be better to get a book completed before that happens?

2. To prove to other people that a sixteen year old can write a novel. I know that a lot of sixteen-year-olds have written a book before, but not around where I live. Around here, I don’t think anyone has faith in us teenagers. It would be nice to prove them wrong. And also, my sisters don’t think I can really do it, since they’ve seen the number of unfinished books I’ve got on my hard drive.

3. To prove to myself that I can write a novel. Because I tend to doubt myself when it comes to my writing. A lot.

4. Because that will bring me one step closer to getting published. I’ve been dreaming about getting published practically my entire life, ever since I learned what a book was and that people wrote them.

5. It’s on my bucket list, and what better time to cross something off that list than right now? (Note: My bucket list will be posted for you all to see soon.)

6. Because I’ve made up my mind that I’m going to finish a book, and when I make up my mind, there isn’t a lot that can stop me from getting where I want to go.

 

I’m sure that soon I’ll have more things to add to this post, so I’ll just do a part two. What are your reasons for wanting to finish a book? Maybe you’ll inspire me with your own reasons, so share!

Cover of "The Bucket List"

P.S… has anyone seen The Bucket List? It’s an amazing movie. Check it out!