Don't you wish you were British?

Posted July 25, 2005

For summertime, a lot's been happening. Or is about to. Why does it seem like  it's not happening to me? I feel like a bystander, your behind-the-scenes chick who isn't really necessary, but kinda hopped along for the ride. It seems like everything is happening to my lil sister. Yes, it's all happening to her. She was the one who attended a drama camp that sounds fascinating but isn't really my cup of tea. She saw her best friend at the camp every day, for two weeks straight, and then managed to invite her to our day out yesterday. My friends were mysteriously out of town, or their mums were celebrating unexpected birthdays, or they just plain weren't availiable. You'd have to see my face now...you'd expect a look of sourness, but no, I'm just kind of sulky. I wish I could hop back to middle school, when nobody had a life. Now in high school, I feel like I'm the only one without one. It isn't my fault, really. In the true spirit of a rebellious teenager, it is all my parents' fault!!

I'm good, actually. This weekend was a lot of fun. I didn't come off my cloud of euphoria all day yesterday. But let me start at the beginning. On Saturday, when I expected to do yard work the whole day, I was surprised when Kim took us swimming. We got there early...around 11:30 a.m. or so. The pool was empty, so I played with Bryce (lil brother, aged 6), Lindsay (lil sister, aged 13), and Kim (caretaker, estimated age 40, but she ain't telling) for a long while. By the time I got out, I was starving for lunch and Eragon, the book I was currently reading. I finished most of the book that day. It's such a good one! I recommend it for anyone who can appreciate adventure and fantasy

Cheers! Must be off.

Mood: You saw it
Listening to: Songs About Me, by Trace Adkins

Posted July 18, 2005

When not blogging, one feels no sense of needing to. For a long while. That is why I don't blog more. I used to be one of those obsessive ohmigod-if-I'm-not-on-my-blog-then-I-am-going-to-miss-a-visitor-and-the-whole-world-will-end type of person. I'm not now, thankfully. I really enjoy having friends on Blogigo, and I apologize for not talking to y'all more, but the world ain't ending netime soon, in the lovely words of my grandmum. So the reason I'm on here now is just to vent. I felt the need of it last night, but it was 11:00 p.m. and I was getting nowhere. 45 minutes later I am still awake and alive (tho trying to sleep), and then one minute later I'm listening to the fireworks our neighbors were setting off. It was 11:46 p.m.--and our neighbors were setting off those whistling, screaming fireworks! I seriously considered marching out there and yelling at them (or making conversation, or asking them to stop timidly; I went over it in my head of the best option) to stop. The problem? I was wearing a mud mask--and being our neighbors are a bunch of rowdy, post-college country kids/high school drop-outs, one didn't want to embarrass one's self by revealing a mud mask that once caused Bryce to run from the room screaming, "A monster!" once upon a time. What to do, what to do; as those fireworks screamed their way into my nerves. I stumbled out of bed and into Mom's room next door, and asked her, "Mom, can you ask them to stop?" For this audacity, I got a pillow thrown at me and a yell of, "Ashley, it will STOP in a few minutes if you would just give them time and sit it out instead of waking me up!" It was all in one breath. I was pretty gobsmacked, and decided it wasn't a wise move to point out that they were keeping her awake as well. Alas, life is a pretty funny thing. Not in this instance. This instance is just one of those random times that left me wishing to pass out the next day.

Nick and I are over. I may have said that b4. Beyond over. So over...I dunno. I'm guessing what made him stop liking me was the fact that we didn't see each other all that much. Just a lot of phone calls and one truly fun fishing trip. Apparently it wasn't enough. It was enough for me--but then again, I am horribly low-maintenance. He said he liked that about me; that I didn't demand him to go out buying expensive, scented lotions. On that occasion, I told him that if he bought me a watermelon I'd love him forever (it'd have to be more than one melon, of course--if I was going to love him forever it had better be a lifetime of melons). See? What kind of awful happy-go-lucky, watermelon-addict chick am I?! What's the matter with it?! I don't see the problem. I don't know. I don't feel like dishing out the gory details for why we broke up and examining them for reasons. I'll prolly end up thrashing it out sumtime or another, but when you're in a good mood, why spoil it with petty experiences? At least now, I can say that I'm in the Girlfriend Game and that guys are looking at me for once (it took years of flirting to achieve this, trust me, but diligent ole me, I suffered it). I'll prolly end up with another farm guy in the new school year, hopefully a better boyfriend than Nick.

Speaking of school--less than a month off. A month and counting. Scary. I'll be a sophomore this year, but this school year is prolly going to prove to be vastly different. I have no idea; I just hope I get into all the right classes.

What to talk about now? Avoiding talking about Nick left me tired. And frustrated. Interesting mixture. Combined with our stupid neighbors' rudeness. Bleh.

Kudos, StarrGurl

Mood: Withdrawn
Listening to: Tim McGraw singing "Do You Want Fries With That?"

Posted July 5, 2005

Tis been forever since I was last on here. It seems like...just a lot of fuzz has been going on lately, like a big gap from one time point to the next. I know why it is; summer time! Blame it on the season. When school's not in session, I faze out to a point almost unredeemable (howevs you spell that word. You can, once again, blame this on the season. I forget how to spael and tpye and all sorts of crazy stuff) . This summer is different. Thankfully. I dunno. See, usually, I'll spend most of my summers dreaming about one boy or another who I used to be school mates with, convincing myself he's sumpin way special. Eventually, I'll forget about him. It's a continual thing. But this year, I chose out a guy named Nick. Last school year, I spent a lot of my time going in and out of crushing on Nick, and since summer kicked up, it was all I did. Since the last day, when Nick and I wrestled and flirted heavily and he unhooked my bra. Hmm, that was interesting! So I've liked him since then, and now I remember all the moments we had last year, when I sat in his lap and more horse play and of course the last day of school. Yeah. Kind of personal. So, I was determined to call Nick and tell him how I felt. But I didn't know his phone number. I decided to look it up in the phone book. They was quite a listing under his surname, but none that seemed likely, and the ones I did try to call were wrong numbers. So, in a fit of determination, I remembered him telling me once upon a time that he lived behind a Wendy's. So I looked up all the closest phone numbers for Wendy's, mapquested it, and tried to map out all the streets behind the Wendy's. It failed, to say the least. So we had an FFA meeting recently, and b4 ne1 could stop me, I jotted down his number off Mr. Stephens' contact list. Success! Ho! I called him that night, and we had a vocal sparring or dancing...

I don't feel much like going on, I'm sorry. I know this is supposed to be a blog or whatevs, but sum things I like to savor.

Cheers! StarrGurl