Summer is going by way to fast. This makes me sad ( Read more... )

Either my parents don't love me, or they really, really trust me, because they're leaving me home alone for the weekend. AGAIN. Not that I'm complaining. If anyone wants to come over, just give me a call or something.

In other news, I'm making Jell-O. Summer always is an exciting time, isn't it?

Well, that was certainly anticlimatic.

No pun intended.

...Not that anyone knows what I'm talking about.

My brother, who is a major tweaker and smokes at least a pack a day, just tried to convince me that he's healtheir than I am, and that I'm getting fatter. Thanks, my loving family member. I'd be skinny too if I was a fucking tweaker, but it's not worth it. What a jerk ( Read more... )

My boss is out of town, so now I have to deal with a dusgruntled, 60 year old cashier on a power trip who expects me to work lunch today, even though I'm supposed to have the day off and I know my boss is not going to be happy when she finds out about this ( Read more... )

Fucking hell.

I can tell it's summer when the june bugs start attacking.

Sometimes I'm amazed at how much suck school can fit into 4.5 hours.

7 weeks on crutches
6 trips to the hospital
5 x-rays
4 different doctors
3 diagnoses
2 broken bones
1 very angry Ashley

...And partridge in a pear tree.

Let it be noted that will never, ever, in my entire life, break my foot again, because this just sucks beyond sucking. This couldn't suck any harder if it tried, and I think it has.

I don't know what it is about the first of the month that inspires journal entries. I think it's just that is represents the possibility of a new and exciting chapter in my life that wakes me from my usual depressingly apathetic mindset and inspires me to share my soul ( Read more... )

I thought February was going to be the Worst Month of My Life. Then I thought that March sucked and would replace February as the Worst Month of My Life. Now, I think April is going to be the worst, unless it turns out that my doctor just has a sick sense of humor. Coach is going to kill me.