tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37346461287259684882023-06-15T00:46:05.380-07:00My Life.Either I'll be ranting about things, telling you my day or just posting projects from school. You may even see a change in my writing. Might get better or worse who knows! Anyway tanks you for Visiting or reading!AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-59519187246641627262012-04-27T01:01:00.001-07:002012-04-27T01:04:46.861-07:00Happiness, is it real or Fake...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt5Pfr4oqSM/T5pPs4gP1jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/u03rTHZoSyw/s1600/tumblr_lspunlgLCQ1qgmpeeo1_500.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt5Pfr4oqSM/T5pPs4gP1jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/u03rTHZoSyw/s320/tumblr_lspunlgLCQ1qgmpeeo1_500.jpeg" width="320" /></a>As I read my old posts I see that yeah I've been depressed and really depressed, and truthfully I think I still am...<br />
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I Hide, behind a smile because it's my way of not showing how hurt I actually am.<br />
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But lately its been hard, Yes I nailed my interview for pet sitting one weekend a month. But what about an everyday job...<br />
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I've given up almost on trying to get one because I have no experience in ANYTHING but Babysitting and Pets...<br />
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It hurts me knowing that I feel like since I graduated I shattered into pieces because thats when everything felt like it got worse even in the good times.<br />
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I'm in College almost done with my first year but I'm changing my Degree and Major, because I don't know what I want anymore.<br />
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The truth is I want my best friend back, But I know it's not possible. I want so many things right now and I don't know what to do..<br />
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Pieces of me or gone and missing or I know where they are but I just can't reach them right now but they will be close soon.<br />
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There are times where I'm soo happy I could cry but then there are the time where I hurt soo much I can't cry anymore.<br />
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I've been strong for too long and I know I need help, The question is... Can I ask for it...<br />
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I am happy, but I hide the pain..AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-42186330682550856342012-03-25T15:00:00.000-07:002012-03-25T15:00:41.416-07:00BlankRight now everything just hits me at once. Seeing my ex move from girl to girl you its funny to think wow was I really just another girl did he really care? He cheated on me not just once but multiple times. But really I should be happy I'm not admitting anything just saying that I found a guy that means a lot to me I wish I could be with him everyday, He makes me happy he can always make me smile no matter what happened that day.<br />
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But I can't help but feel like I'm almost alone.. Yeah I talk to people but it's not the same. I'm always at home, I can't get a job, I feel useless, I know for a fact that I've lost my best friend and she may never come back, Almost all the friends I had in high school are gone.<br />
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Another thing I wish would happen is that I wish memories could fade with the past, I can see a name or face and it will bother me or I see a car come up around the corner or get to close to the car I freak out, For a while I had a phobia of cars, stupid I know but I'm scared I'm afraid almost petrified.<br />
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They all say as you get older life gets better, or things get worse before they get better, But when do they get better? I feel like I've lost so much in the past year that parts of my heart are missing.<br />
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Things maybe getting better for my family but what about me.. I maybe being selfish but I feel like its been to long time since I've been able to say everything in my life is good and not just parts.AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-80021280643877401022012-01-26T15:21:00.000-08:002012-01-26T15:23:36.893-08:00Crepes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sadly I don't know how to do the the cool squiggly accent over the e but Crepes are freakin delicious man!<br />
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I can't believe I've gone 18 years and never having them!<br />
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I was yelled at by a belgian to eat them!<br />
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But there really good and i suggest you try them if you haven't.<br />
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Same with swedish pancakes!<br />
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Haha thats all I have to say now bye bye!AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-53624786656057705672012-01-11T16:57:00.000-08:002012-01-11T16:57:28.557-08:00Stress.I tend to stress myself out.<br />
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Especially when it comes to school.<br />
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I procrastinate.<br />
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I hate it, I do it to myself then I have myself stressed and freaking out and just worried.<br />
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What happens after that? I might get sick I might not get to doing my work and it takes longer.<br />
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I need to stop. I've done it for years. So it's time for a change!<br />
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And hopefully I can do it!<br />
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Wish me luck!<br />
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So question.<br />
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Do you procrastinate?<br />
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Have you ever?<br />
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Leave a comment below! Don't be shy! I don't bite.AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-8420179481329048132012-01-02T17:00:00.000-08:002012-01-02T17:00:10.657-08:00How much more.....?How much more can I take of this....<br />
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You make where I can't see your profile but I can still see what you write on other peoples wall's..<br />
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You tell me it kills you to be around anyone and that you need your time...<br />
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That was only 2 days ago..<br />
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You don't know how much this hurts me that your pushing me away.....<br />
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I want to cry so hard right now but I can't I'm trying to be strong...<br />
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I feel like my heart is slowing being ripped to pieces.. I hop you read this because It show how much that all this is hurting me...<br />
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But how much more can I take before I break.. I don't even know..AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-30751071269122166012011-12-31T20:00:00.000-08:002011-12-31T20:00:58.544-08:00Happy New Years!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy new years to everyone!<br />
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Its the last day of the year and its been one crazy year!<br />
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So many things have happened.<br />
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From deaths to movies, good and bad news. Graduations and College.<br />
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So many things and soo much more to come.<br />
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I hope everyone has a good new year and have a great year ahead of you.<br />
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New Years Resolutions.<br />
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Do you have any?<br />
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Mine.. To have at least a good year no depression no sadness, Do good in school and get a job of some sort.<br />
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Comment below! vvvvvAshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-44535608463841812262011-12-31T19:50:00.000-08:002011-12-31T19:50:43.046-08:00Reading.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For Christmas I got a kindle.<br />
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Me, truthfully am not a big reader UNLESS I find a book that interests me and lately I've been finding my self reading more often then I ever have in my life! (probably because now its a lot cheaper to do so cause of all the free ebooks)<br />
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Anyway I will admit I've found out that I like the Paranormal/Romance books but there are a lot others that I'm liking and I have to say that getting this kindle has been amazing!<br />
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So what are your favorite type of books to read?<br />
Do you like to read?<br />
Do you have any Recommendations?<br />
Do you want recommendations from me?<br />
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Well thats all I have to say! Have a nice day!<br />
<br />AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-41197548074936321712011-12-28T19:49:00.000-08:002011-12-28T20:01:55.851-08:00Broken.I feel like I'm being broken into pieces.<br />
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No my whole world isn't changing but I'm hurting and it's not fun.<br />
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I've cried almost everyday this week.<br />
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I've tried to be strong but I don't know how much more I can take.<br />
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I know I've been blocked out, and lied to.. I just wish I knew why and how to make this hurt go away.<br />
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I keep asking myself and telling myself to be strong but this is the last person I thought that would do this and I don't think they really know that they're making it worse for one of us.<br />
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I NEED to be strong and I know I do but how. And how much more can I take..<br />
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But what I do know is that I'm not going to give up.AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-56046962231649024882011-12-10T20:15:00.001-08:002011-12-11T21:35:29.727-08:00Graduation.<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Graduating from High School, I didn't feel any different and I sill don't.<br />
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Do I miss high school? Of course! It was one place I always had somewhere to go and being home is boring! I miss my friends and being busy! But college is going good.<br />
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Seeing people post in the group for my Graduating class and them saying that they miss high school finally gave me something to write about. I want to share some of what they were saying and of course I asked for permission.<br />
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The First is Nick:<br />
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Class of 2011. I've started looking back onto our four years of high school and I'm glad I got to know some of you very well. You know who you guys are. If there's one thing I regret right now is not getting to know all of you. :/ I'm honestly going to say at this point I miss all of you. And for the ones I used to talk to constantly, it seems everyday that we've all gone our separate ways and basically lost contact because we're all busy. Best of luck to everyone reading this and be successful in life. never let others get you down and just push towards your dreams.<br />
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Second is Irene:<br />
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I do miss high school, seeing friends and missing Mr. Wilson's class and ASB. But I don't miss a lot of people, College is fun when you only have times for yourself and buying food is not that fun. I also miss the free food Lol. College is not that hard unless you believe in yourself instead of other people. And if you have a good reason to be in college instead of saying I am doing it cause I don't have any other choice. My reason is to be successful in life no matter what other people think. The school i am at the teachers actually care more about your work and what you learn. I have friends and when they say that you makes friends in college that last longer, their actually right. Miss everyone <3<br />
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Third is Matthew:<br />
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I miss High School. The reason I do is all of you. Every one of you were part of my life in High School. I has the best laughs, the greatest memories and some of the best times with all of your. I would never trade my experience with anything because it helped make me become the person I am now. I thank all of you for being my friend (I am positive all of us were friends). :)<br />
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I hope that all of us could come together at some point in life just to see where we all ventured off to. Thanks for being the best, RP class of 2011!<br />
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Last is Me:<br />
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Truthfully I do miss high school, I miss all the people and my friends and teachers. After you Graduate you don't feel different, yeah you feel accomplished and knowing your done with high school. Being in college is different the professors are really nice usually but have very strict guide lines, They really love to teach and you can see that when they are teaching. When on campus you can make so many new friends and have the full experience and when your doing online classes you have time to just focus on your classes that you have. But I really do miss everyone from high school.<br />
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So I say Good luck to everyone if your already graduated or just graduating this up coming year or the next few years be prepared for your life to flip and have a goal/dream and fight to keep it alive and don't forget to have fun!<br />
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Love always.<br />
Ashley.<br />
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I've also asked a few People from the grade below (the Seniors now) To write something to the Class of 2011 and this is where they will be!<br />
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First person is Roberto:<br />
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Well being a senior graduating after the 2011 class, I do have some questions. How did they deal with everything that comes with being a senior? How did they deal with the senior project? How did they stay awake in every class? I can't answer any of these questions but what I do know that they set the standard. Looking back a year ago, everyone I knew in the 2011 class was and still is a great person. They were generous and very kind towards each other. I learned a lot form them that I will use in life. I can honestly say I can thank most of them for helping me mold into the person I am.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><br />
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Second is Gabby:<br />
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I love the class of 2011. They were some awesome people and funny times. They were good people, that class is one I cannot forget, some of the people their made me open my eyes.<br />
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Third is Melie:<br />
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Class of 2011.<br />
The class that I looked up to, Literally. You guys all had unique characters that never in my life have I ever met. =) you all have a special personality, and meeting every single one of you has been a blessing. I miss you all, but in a sense I feel like I'll never lose you all. I'm proud of all of you, and I know you'll all make a significant difference in the world. I hope you all stand high with your chin up, and eyes on your destination. You'll always have support from me. =)<br />
<3 Melie<br />
<br />AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-67501175340695693062011-12-02T17:23:00.001-08:002011-12-03T00:26:04.746-08:00Brain farts.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-On8gaQhym-k/TtndBlrMoVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3kUlE7SZKhI/s1600/Brain_Fart_by_Colourblind_Crayon.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-On8gaQhym-k/TtndBlrMoVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3kUlE7SZKhI/s320/Brain_Fart_by_Colourblind_Crayon.jpeg" width="320" /></a>So I'm sorry lately I haven't been posting. I haven't really had anything to talk about because I can't think of anything to write. And I call it a brain fart or writer's block. My brain has been going kapoohie and I can't even think of simple words like thermal cause it was the shirt I was wearing last night. And there has been other words and now its topics!<br />
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I really hate when this happens, I mean come on why is my brain doing this to me! I haven't been being mean to my brain that I know of. And plus everyone has their days or weeks where their brain just doesn't want to work correctly. Anyway yeah.. soo maybe something will come to mind sooner or later but thank you for being here and reading my blog you guys are awesome even for commenting!<br />
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<br />AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-27575273355295606482011-11-18T03:03:00.001-08:002011-11-18T16:39:25.358-08:00Video Games.Wen I can I play games on the internet, which is usually always cause I don't have anything better to do with my time when I'm not doing school work or Seminars.<br />
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There's 2 main online games you'll find me on and the first one is Transformice.<br />
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Some of us call it Mousey game cause your a cute little mice with cloths on trying to get cheese into the hole and trying not to die at every map.<br />
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There's other things to do then just the normal maps like, Survivor, Baffbot, now can play Pictionary, or just go hang out in the Tribe room (a tribe is like your own little group).<br />
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Plus you get to meet and talk to people all over the world!<br />
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Sometimes you get annoyed with mice, because their either trolls or they think their soooo pro that they can always get first and no one else can. Till someone swoops in and steals their first, then it gets fun!<br />
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Another game I'm getting back into is zOMG on Gaiaonline.<br />
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Its kind of an RPG game as well but your using your character from Gaia. Like Mousey game you get to meet interesting people.<br />
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For a while zOMG had this thing call Vivox or Voip and it was always fun to have a full crew that had a microphone because the conversations were always fun to listen to.<br />
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The main part of the game is to finish the quests to bump up your CL (charge level) by getting orbs or now as well Shadow Orbs from the new expansion. That I know of the highest you can be is a 12.0 before it was a 10.0.<br />
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Anyway Those are the 2 main games youll see me on normally. What games do you play? Just leave a comment below doesnt matter if its for a game consul or web game, just put the name =)<br />
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So the picture I took with my phone on monday going down to Disneyland.<br />
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As I was sitting in the back seat all I could look at was the sky. At one point there was a spot in the clouds that looked like an Elephant, Dumbo to be exact.<br />
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On days like that me, my sister and mom like to look up and see what we can point out. Cloud watching, but what I love to see is when you see the spots where the sun is peeking through the clouds in the distance, it reminds me of the Johnny Apple Seed Cartoon from a movie. I think its Fun and Fancy Free but I could be wrong.<br />
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The other thing I wanted to talk about was Disneyland/California Adventure. It's my all time favorite amusement park(s) to go to since I could remember.<br />
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I've ben to Knots Berry Farm, Six Flags and Disney and thats really about it that I can remember. I always look forward to going to Disneyland because I love roller coasters, Like Space Mountain cause you can't see the track so you suddenly hit a turn or a dip. But then there's Indian Jones or Pirates of the Caribbean, Haunted Mansion, in California Adv. there's California Screamin' and many more I didn't name. but then there's the calmer rides like Midway Mania (Picture is my Score from the interactive ride) Monster's Inc., Jungle Cruise, Star Tours, Rodger Rabbit, Peter pan, Alice, ect.<br />
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And then the shows, the Fire works, or the new one World of colors, Captain EO, the Muppets, or just the Mickey Shorts. But you can say you can never get bored there!<br />
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Any way What are some of your Favorite memories at an amusement park or just your favorite one to go to? or just your Favorite ride? Don't be shy leave a comment below or ask me about my favorite memory/park/ride.<br />
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And to everyone who reads Thank you! So much its nice to see I have views and their not just from me cause I told it to not track mine.AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-89136503317310577452011-11-11T03:02:00.001-08:002011-11-17T04:19:39.025-08:00Who Am I?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The question stands, sometimes I don't even know myself.<br />
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I'm an 18 year old Girl who is just out High School and went straight into college.<br />
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<i>Name</i>: Ashley C Morris<br />
<i>Age</i>: 18<br />
<i>Birthday</i>: March 28th 1993<br />
<i>Parents</i>: Keith and Robin<br />
<i>Pets</i>: 4 Dogs Ellie, Kira, Minnie, Dylan. 2 Birds Rainbow and Patches<br />
<i>Location</i>: California<br />
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<i>School</i>: Kaplan University Online<br />
<i>Major</i>: Psychology-Child Development<br />
<i>Hobbies</i>: Blogging, Photography<br />
<i>Job</i>: Student Hoping for a job soon.<br />
<i>Fears</i>: Heights, Darkness, Snakes & Spiders.<br />
<i>Future Job</i>: Lawyer/Judge for Family Court<br />
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Sometimes I wish life wasn't so hard, and that I don't feel like I have to try so hard just to be seen or heard for maybe 5 minutes. Being "invisible" to people, if you've never felt like you can just stand there for an hour and wonder how many people will run into you, or wonder how long do I have to stand here till someone notices I'm here. Then you don't know what it's like to actually be "invisible".<br />
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Been over looked by everyone? Then you know what it's like to be everyones second or third choice maybe even their last. Ever feel like you have bad timing or no one talks to you like you never sent them a message? Are you in your senior year Yearbook?<br />
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Ever ask yourself, Do I really matter to people? Are my friends really my friends? or Who's going to talk to me today?<br />
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I'm asking all these questions because I want people to know what I feel like almost every day. I feel like no matter how hard I try to talk to people I'm not going to have those plans I set up with that person the next day. When I was in High School yeah I was known but really how many of those people actually really remember me. When they go to the 2010-2011 yearbook and look at their Seniors for that year Good luck finding me.<br />
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How is it that the people who actually have a great personality or who are really nice, unless if their out going and loud, how are they getting recognized? Some are some aren't. Why is it that I feel like I have to work harder to actually get recognition and be noticed by people and then all the work just to get shot down. I'm not even sure I should have written this post, because as I'm writing I'm fighting myself to not cry, but you know it's hard. When you've been dealing with these feeling for years after so long, they hit hard and it's not pretty when they do hit.<br />
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There might be more to this but I don't have any words to add to this post.AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-65153296374478035442011-11-10T13:25:00.001-08:002011-11-18T17:00:19.645-08:00Dreams.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_Yn06lJMxo/Tsb7bC2UK8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/u6ew0BIMiUk/s1600/IMG_8663kaitt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_Yn06lJMxo/Tsb7bC2UK8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/u6ew0BIMiUk/s320/IMG_8663kaitt.jpg" width="247" /></a>Do you ever have a weird dream? Or a dream that scares you to the point your afraid to go to sleep? Even good dreams.<br />
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Well today I had a scary dream. I remember some of it and what I do I don't like it.<br />
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What I remember was; I was trying to help these 2 kids by bringing them into my house for the night cause their parents are flat out crazy. So they come to the house and my parents call the cops, well after <br />
<a name='more'></a>the cops left one of the 2 parents come back and threaten to kill me. So I ended up getting into a physical fight with her and knock her out for a short time. Me and my dad just sit there and watch her. My dad disappears when she wakes up and goes at me again but my dad comes backs and gets to her attention to go see, something at the end of the garage. I come up behind them and hit her on the head with something really hard not sure. Well after that me and my dad put her in a bin or something to hold her there till morning so we can call the cops to come get her. Over the night (in my dream) I sat in bed scared then i remembered my mom goes out to the garage before me and my dad ever would and all i could think of was that she was going to kill my mom cause she would think it would be me or something with what ever she can find in the garage.<br />
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And then I woke up, and I didn't want to go back to sleep. Luckily it was just about the time that Dylan wakes up.<br />
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I don't usually remember my dreams unless there like that one to where they either stuck with me, or they scare me.<br />
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So what about you have you had some scary dreams or good dreams that you remember? If you want go ahead and put them in a comment below and no you don't have to log into comment just click the comment button!<br />
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P.S the photo for this post is done by Kait O'Brien, you can find her on facebook and other sites, Linky <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kaits-Photography/144560385578253?ref=ts">Click here</a> Also all rights are reserved for the picture.AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-9387143342569539782011-11-08T19:19:00.000-08:002011-11-17T04:20:34.378-08:00Food CombinationsSo as I was talking to my friend we were talking about food combinations and I though why not make a blog about food.<br />
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He was telling me about his favorite combinations and I was thinking ALL day about my favorite food and combos.<br />
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Foods, Some of my favorite foods are Mac n Cheese cooked any way I love Cheese Im a little mouse!<br />
Another is Beef Stroganoff But see this is my All time Favorite food I love the flavor the texture and just the little clumps of flavoring I want it write now just by typing about it!<br />
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Combos. I love to dip my french fries in shakes like the M&M's Mcflruy and fries from McDonlads, or the Chocolate Shake and fries for In-n-out. Also Milk I love milk and for a lot of things i have to drink milk after it or with it. Milk and Cookies, after Mac n cheese, just can be anything!<br />
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So now you've read some of my combos and I want to know some of yours leave a comment below with some of your wacky Combinations or just Favorite foods!AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734646128725968488.post-59276474600975952112011-11-05T16:33:00.000-07:002011-11-17T04:20:43.296-08:00Got Questions.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyPOrIxlTXM/Tr9FYPsj9JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a58t6_K2XEU/s1600/question-mark1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyPOrIxlTXM/Tr9FYPsj9JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a58t6_K2XEU/s320/question-mark1.jpeg" width="213" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So I've decided to make this blog a little interactive.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I want you guys to ask me questions About me, or anything that comes to mind and I'll try my best to answer it any way I can, but I need you guy's help cause I want to get this blog known and it become helpful for people other then just me. And letting you guys just read about my life, I feel like I want to help people but I don't know how I can till I thought about the questions.</span><br />
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So to ask questions you can comment below or Email me at<b style="text-align: left;"> </b><u style="text-align: left;">Ashs_Blogs_Questions@yahoo.com</u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>if you don't want the question you asked to be known that you asked it, I will put Anonymous or Unknown. Just let me know.</span><br />
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<a name='more'></a> I mean yeah I'm in college and I'm actually trying to go somewhere with my life, but its the fact that I'm always home. I'm stuck in a rut every day is basically the same, get up with Dylan at 8 or 9 sometimes 7, come out to the living room go back to sleep for an hour or 2. 10 o'clock comes around give Ellie something for her leg, then I'm up for the rest of the day. after that I watch either The Price is Right or Who Wants to be a Millionaire, then Jerry Springer, Maury after then at 1 Days of Our Lives. Then a court show or something else maybe, then Nate, Ellen and news after that. then later in the night it depends on the day and thats to many shows to name. Days just repeat themselves. Every time I try to hang out with someone the are either busy or don't answer or live to far away. And then there's just the people who wont answer me at all. you know that hurts the most. I feel like I'm invisible and that only seems like my family and some friends see me and everyone else just doesn't care. Or there just to busy to acknowledge me in general and will talk or see EVERYONE else's post or comment or anything anyone else does. And you know I feel like I don'even get a chance to be seen because everyone else is either getting jobs or they moved to another state, At least I know some people actually see me. Am I really That invisible or am I just the type of person that no one will give me a chance. And for the last thing I feel like the only things I have to look forward to is when I know I get to go somewhere or my seminars for school because its actually something for me to do. At least I'll be babysitting soon that something to look forward to. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">James: I’m scared to fall asleep at my own house now he’s been so angry. Throwing things at the walls, punches at me. Threatening my mother. I don’t know how much more I can take... I’ve been thinking that if I wasn’t there anymore maybe he’ll be happy and I wont have to deal with being hurt anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kimi: My mom said you are more then welcome to stay for as long as you need and in the morning you can get your stuff and we’ll all go together to tell your parents that you are going to move in with us for your safety.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(<b>The solution) Taking James out of his house get him out of his father’s grasp and keeps him safe and gives him a good environment to be in with his best friend and parents that will take him in as their own. It helps him realise that being dead would not be the solution bout would cause more problems for others.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">-The Next Day-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">James: Kims I’m really scared. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kimi: James it’s ok you and me will go into your room to pack up your essentials and them we’ll tell him what’s going on. Just be strong, we can do it James.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(Kimi’s mom calls in the background “ Kimberly, James come on theres a suitcase in the car for James.” They walk out to the car and they go to James’s house. As they walk into the house Kimi and James walk to his room as her mom says in the living room watching his father.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">James: Kimi can you go to the bathroom to grab my tooth brush and the things in there I’ll pack up clothes in here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kimi: Ok.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(As they finish up packing they go into the living room and James looks at his parents)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">James: I’m moving in to the Jones’s guest room. For the fact of my safety and away from you Father, I am scared to be in this house any longer when you are drunk because of what you have been doing and I’m calling an end to it. Now you don’t have to deal with me any longer and you can live your happy life. Good bye.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(James walks out of the house before his parents could say anything. Kimi and her mother follow behind.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></div>AshleyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218976305766341807noreply@blogger.com1