It's The Boots

Everyone complimented me on my outfit today! ^-^

I think it was the boots!

Some guy wolf whistled to me 3rd period and when I looked back he winked.

I cringed.

HE WAS SO UGLY!

It looked like he fell off the top of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down...

XP

Mr. King said I looked very pretty today when I delivered a pass to his room.

Also...

I FINALLY HEARD THE FRENCH GUY TALK! o.o

He has a very heavy accent.

He was trying to say the word 'river' and failing miserably...

It was so cute! ^-^

Spanish went by in a flash, we spent most of our time translating a paragraph.

History class I gave Mr. Johansson his cookies.

In the morning I gave people one also. Everyone said they were good. =)

Art class I pratically did nothing. I was all excited, carving my bowl, and I tapped it against the table to get all the dust out of it so I didn't have to blow it in my face and all of a sudden, the side cracks off.

I tried to fix it by wetting down the clay and such but it didn't work. So I gave up for the day and read a bit more of The Bell Jar while texting Cyrus, less than an inch away.

English I played tetris.

Cy drove me home and he visited and helped my mom cut out cupons while I got the cookies ready and such.

I decided last night that I would have half a glass of orange juice everyday and start taking my vitamins.

I really lost all will to do it though when the glass got hooked on the button of my vest as I sat down at the table and it spilled all over the vest, and my pants.

That was the first time I ever wore that vest, dammit! ><

I was so pissed I just threw my pants and vest in the sink in the laundry room, not even bothering to hang them up.

Was in a grumpy mood and I half fell asleep next to Cy on the couch in the basement.

He gave me a nice massage though...so I perked up a little.

Steak for dinner, and excuses to read the A1 sauce bottle. I have it memorized though. =p

For example:

"Shake well.

If there is only one drop left, a more extreme form of shaking may be required. Like dancing. Or jumping jacks.

Yeah, it's that important."

Don't ask me why, I just decided that one day when I was little I would read the little things on the A1 sauce bottle.

I would read it every time we'd take it out for dinner. =p

Got to drive to Speedway and then to Giant Eagle!

Then I got to drive home!

It was fun! And I did very well. Mom had to tell me to slow down sometimes though... =p

Didn't life weights today.

I have seemed to lost the desire to want to go downstairs and pump iron.

It'll come back I'm sure.

Once I'm all fat and weak.

-_-

Watched part of the movie Hannibal. It's a pretty good movie so far. The one guy's face is so scary/cool!

My hands are dry...I need lotion...but I don't want to go down the hall to get it, I just came back...

And I am tired.

Time for bed I think.

ily.

Don't Worry About It!

Okay...that like, really pisses me off when people say that to me right now (No offense to the people that have said that to me).

Golf yesterday was embarrassing. To keep it short, I shot the worst game of my life in my HS golf tournament on a course which previously on a random summer day shot the best score of my life.

Yeah, golf is fucked up that way.

Oh, guess what, Windmill Lakes, that's where Ross is, my golf lesson guy, and at Windmill, our entire scores were posted up. So he could have seen it.

When I realized that today at the range with my dad I nearly broke down crying. I started tearing up and my throat closed tight and I couldn't breathe. I had to stop to pull myself together for a few minutes.

Today everyone on the team was like: It's just one bad score, don't worry about it, it's not like it counted.

1. It's not just one bad score, it's to horrible to even be considered bad, or just anything
2. If I don't worry about it, it's like I'm letting down the team and not caring
3. The whole point of playing is to get a good score so it does count so saying that just makes me feel even worse.

Oh, and I guess my history teacher heard about it too because he came up to me when we were doing this group activity thing and was like:

Him: So Ash *insert horrible score here*
Me: What?
Him: *insert horrible score here*
Me: Wh- oh... shut up. *tears up and puts head down rest of class*

Every time I even think about the numbers it tears me up inside. Last night I spent most of the night crying for Pete's sake. And today, horrible.

On the bus:

people that know I golf: Ashley!!! How was golf yesterday?! Did you win?!
me: ...no...

And another great thing before that happened too. Mrs. Sherry noticed how two days ago my mom was having a migraine and...:

Mrs. Sherry: Is it feeling better?
Me: For now
Mrs. Sherry: My son recently had a migraine. It was horrible. He was so white, and puking, and in all this pain
Me: I could only imagine what that looks like
Mrs. Sherry: It was so painful to watch
Me: Yeah... *turns Melvin up full blast*

Great huh?

PE today we actually played with a real softball. When Zak, fat ass David, and nick bata were all sitting around in the corner of the dugout drawing penis in the dirt they were like:

David: Heh, we should play Russian Roulette
Zak: We should, it's a game of luck, and I'm always lucky

I wanted to say "You didn't get lucky with me" but I held my tongue cuz I'm so nice.

It's a wonder why they all fail PE too.

English class stupid consular lady came in and blabbered on. It pissed me off when she asked us if we were interested in going to the CVCC and nobody raised her hand and she was like: "I would have expected that because almost all the people in the honors classes think 'well I'm too good enough to go there, that's for the other kids'"

Um, fucking no? Show's how bad you are and your fucking job you stupid ass bitch.

Ihateher.

Check the updates list for some new things.

Point break in PE tomorrow. Yayz I guess. At least Zak has to get off his lazy ass and do something then...

Peaches and I were talking about Gerber today. I was saying how while walking out of my last period class he started talking to Devvy Chan so I thought of it as my way to escape and went down the opposite hall. I get halfway down "HEY ASHLEY WAIT UP!!" he catches up to me, and is all "What's wrong, you aren't-" and I told him no and sped away. Then when I was at my locker he pats me on the back and was like "See ya."

I told peaches that I was wondering if he has a whole Ashley Shrine down his basement. Like, you go down there BAM life size poster of me, a lock of my hair, a voodoo doll that looks like me.

Yep. Kinda funny when ya think about it.

ily.