So maybe I am marginally drunk and perhaps my judgment is impaired a bit.  I may also have access to only a fraction of my habitual language and vocabulary skills ( Read more... )

Never a dull moment with Ashley Michelle.  I have barely had time to sit down and watch my TV shows this week, which, surprisingly, is just how I like it.  Allow me to give you an idea of the productive use I have made of my time ( Read more... )

The best gay men are the ones that quote Brokeback Mountain.

In other news, today I was brave, and now I feel better.  Then, I wrote medical school essays.

This afternoon I walked home from school.  I did this, not spontaneously, but because my car failed its emissions test yesterday, and I had to take it to the dealership to be repaired.  However, I thoroughly enjoyed my walk.  In the absence of Emory College's hustle and bustle, I heard myself.  I breathed and crunched orange leaves beneath my feet ( Read more... )

Most people, I know, don't read this silly online journal of mine.  Who can blame them?  I write infrequently enough that long, important gaps in my life are more prominent than recorded events.  Furthermore, my life really is kind of boring, in a predictable, "Oh you guys are still together,"  "So you're still pre-med," "You are at Emory, right?" ( Read more... )

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Yes, yesterday was the worst day of my life.  Thanks for asking.

ASHLEY ≥ MCAT

Harry Potter books 1-7.  Somehow my 13-year-old self is gratified.

As I drove home last night from my lake house and a spectacular Fourth of July fireworks display, I reflected on the day's events.  I thought of the friends I've made at Emory, and the strange places I happened to find them.  I thought of my family, and how dear they have become to me ( a feat I would not have imagined possible four years ago).  ( Read more... )