We do the best we can in a small town; act like big city kids when the sun goes.

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Subject:	Last night...
Time:	1:05 pm.
Mood:	calm.
Music:	Tool.

Following the second most exhausting and long week of the school year yesterday, I headed over to Brita's house after school. Kristen, Brad, and Andy were all there, and after putting make up on the boys (they must not have too much self-respect) Kristen left for a little while, and the rest of us went over to Mayfair. Which was still recovering from the bomb threat. The boys finally left and we met back up with Kristen, then headed back to catch a ride to the Rave.

I lost my virginity - to the music venue, that is. I was disappointed with the first two bands, they were craptacular. However, when Three Days Grace started it got crazy. Being that we were in the front row, ALL of the people behind us were pushing us into the baricades, and our bodies just had to conform through the bars. Without even having to say, bruises will be present soon. Brita and I got the brunt of the beating.

The best part was probably when they played "Home," except for after "I Hate Everything About You." Then it came time to hand out the goodies at the end :). The drummer handed me one of the drumsticks (guitar stick...?), Kristen got the set list, and Brita got a guitar pick! =)

After the show, we headed to Wendy's to take care of our concert-caused-munchies, then returned to Brita's house to spend the remainder of our night. We were all tired, so we couldn't finish our goal over at Eisenhower, but we've still got time. It will be done.

( Brotherly love. )

( Concert pictures. )

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Time:

8:31 pm.

( Vindicated. )

Maybe he shouldn't have fucked Woosencraft.

God this article reeks of bullshit. Not many people would resign from a two year contracted and $93,000 a year job to pursue opportunities elswhere out of the blue.

This entire situation needs to be shown as how it really is. I'm relying on the media. Some how, some way, they need to do something to not let that cockpamphlet just get away without anyone really finding out what happened.

Might I say, that the whole a-new-principal-every-single-year-thing is going to be interesting.

I think it's funny that this happened when it did. Last year the cd scandal happened in November, and now this is happening a year later - same month. Stupid thing to notice, but that's my job.

And just because: http://www.abum.com/?show_media=2106

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Subject:	Pay no mind what the other voices say; they don't care about you, like I do.
Time:	11:04 pm.
Mood:	jubilant.
Music:	A Perfect Circle - Annihilation.

Ah, journal neglect.

The past week has been insanely long, but(!) today is Friday. I'll start from Tuesday night.

Brita and I headed to downtown Milwaukee around 6:15, and got to the US Cellular Arena at quarter to seven. We waited and met up with Andy and Sam, whom we didn't really stick with. Sugarcult played first, and I can't say I knew many of their songs, but they surprised me. I didn't expect them to put on such a good live show. Then came New Found Glory, needless to say, we didn't stay in the actual music arena in the building, walking around we ran into Charlene and hung out with her for a bit. After New Found Glory finished up, we got a call from Kristen, bummed around, and then went to meet up with her once she got there. She got there right when Green Day was starting, so good timing Kristen! =) Anyway, Green Day kicked the proverbial box's ass. Started off with a lot of new songs which worried me, but then they brought out some of their good oldies.

I'm pretty sure Tuesday was the only day of the week except for today that I actually enjoyed. The week was long since I had way too much homework and then Yearbook stuff on top of that nearly every night. Papers, tests, homework, oy. For example - yesterday I got home around 2:30 and began working right away, I was working until 11:30. The only break I had was when I passed out for a good hour and half.

I shouldn't whine though, I got through the week, and tonight was fun as it always is when I hang out with Brita and Kristen. I won't go into too many ridiculous details, but let's just say that tonight I didn't expect to be running to Eisenhower, and then crouching down behind the bleachers in the field trying to run from the police for anything. Adrenalin rush, I must say, though.

So tomorrow's Saturday. I'm going to soak up the laziness allowed tomorrow. I'm really ready to not do anything for a day. Just once this week.

P.S. After downloading and burning it a little while ago, I finally bought eMOTIVe (A Perfect Circle's latest cd) and I must whore it out as much as I can. It's amazing, and simply put, hard as hell to stop listening to. Maynard never ceases to amaze me.

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Time:	1:28 pm.
Mood:	dorky.
Music:	The Cure - Lovesong.

Bah, Sundays.

So my three (two and a half) day weekend if almost over, and tomorrow is Monday. For the first time I'm not dreading it, simply because Tuesday needs to come fast. Yay Green Day concert.

Friday was the PLAN test. We had to be there by 7:45 so I didn't get to sleep in at all. The test was relatively easy. We had an information sheet to fill out, which took 45 minutes within itself. Typical questions and then you had to answer questions about things you'd possibly like to do in the future. And things you wouldn't like. Yada yada. The only thing I didn't like about the tests (minus having to be at school on a day off) was the fact that they didn't give us enough time for a few of the tests. We got 20 minutes for reading, and barely anyone actually finished all of the questions. The highest time we had was for the math section, which was 40 minutes. Still not enough for some people because of all the work involved in that one. If this was supposed to prepare us for the ACTs why rush everything? Gah.

My weekend hasn't been too eventful, normal schtuff.

I'm not as upset about the election as I was before. I'm more upset about the numerous number of people telling me not to care. Fuck that, how should anyone who's future is going to be effected by this administrations debts be expected and told to not care? Seems like a pretty idiotic thing to tell someone, in my oh so very honest opinion.

http://www.tnimc.org/newswire/display/3379/index.php
^If that's true, I'm even more disgusted by this country* than before.

*Our leadership in this country.

( Hmmm... )

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Time:

11:00 pm.

I feel like crying because I can see my future being fucked in the ass already.

I had a really long political rant typed up before but my computer froze and it got erased. It's probably better that I can't post it though. Too much bitterness, complete anger, and disgust with this country and some of the citizen's idiocy. However, I'm pleased that Wisconsin was pro-Kerry.

( I leave you with these, I suppose. [Note: I don't give a shit if they offend you. =)] )

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Subject:	Oh boy I'm gonna whine a lot.
Time:	6:51 pm.
Mood:	pissed off.
Music:	...The radio?.

Today was rather not good...

I had to start my day off with yet another three hours of Sophomore testing. The only good points of that are that we don't have to do it anymore and it was really easy. Regardless, I loathe being in the same desk for that long. Which sucks because Friday morning is the PLAN test. Gah, our day off and most of the Sophomores have to go in and take another test. I'd love to sleep in, but I guess that will have to wait until Saturday.

Right after testing I had to go to Geometry (lovely way to start actual classes! ...Not) Mrs. Lewis informs the entire class that we'll all be taking a test because a lot of people did badly on the last chapter test we had. That would be all fine and dandy if I actually needed to do it. I asked if we could just keep the other grade if we wanted to, and all I got was a "no, both of these count so I don't care who did good on the last one." Does it really make sense to make us take nearly the same test twice, if we got a good grade on it in the first place? Not quite.

The entire day I've been hurting myself doing the most normal things ever, and it's beginning to be an annoyance. Hopefully that will stop soon, but hey it's just going with the theme of the day [annoy/anger Ashley], so I'm sure it won't end tonight.

I checked my backpack after photography because I wanted to make sure I had my phone so I could call and tell my mom when to pick me up from yearbook. That would have been all fine and dandy, had my fucking phone been there! Now, maybe I misplaced it in some random hidden place in my house, but I can't find it for the life of me. So I'm convinced that one of the fuckers at school stole it. Tell me, why couldn't you have stolen the shitty walkman that was in there, huh? It was worth more than the damn phone, but I used it a lot less. Gah. I hope I'm completely wrong and in some weird moment I end up finding it soon, or else I'm screwed.

So I went to yearbook, and that went by pretty quickly which was grand. I disliked walking out of school when I had to leave and it being completely dark at six at night, though. I am not looking forward to winter. I miss the sun!

Oh yes, and how can I forget? George Bush is still the fucking president. Fuck you America. Idiots.

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Subject:	Oh shit it's been a while...
Time:	4:36 pm.
Mood:	chipper.
Music:	Spill Canvas - The Tide.

I forgot about this journal! Sorry to everyone who actually reads this. I'll keep up better.

Today has been the Mondays of all Mondays. I woke up an hour and fifteen minutes late, leaving me with less than 20 minutes to shower, dry my hair, and finish getting ready for school. I’m still wondering how my alarm didn’t go off…it’s possible that it did in fact go off and I turned it off and just didn’t get out of bed. However, I don’t remember. Either way, I was in the biggest rush I’ve been in - in a long time.

Because I was so busy this weekend I put off doing any of my homework until late last night. I had an English write-up to do and an entire Spanish project to get done. I was being lazy and didn’t really want to do either of them, but I figured the English paper would be easy so I did that. Spanish was another story though, I didn’t do any of it. So I’m turning it tomorrow. Assuming that I don’t decide to be a lazy slacker again tonight. I need to begin getting some motivation for school. Sophomore-itis? Possibly.

This weekend was good though. Seeing how much The Grudge sucked, going to Illinois, Halloween (and Halloween Eve [does that make sense?]), perfecting my Ashlee Simpson dance, and not being around my family. Of course, other things happened. Dare I bore you with them? Nay.

( I'm obsessed with this song... )

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Time:	11:13 pm.
Mood:	groggy.

I had a nice entry written before, but then my dad stole the computer when I went upstairs for less than three seconds, and exited my sites. Gah.

Eh, well. I'll shorten things up. Central's Homecoming game and dance are next week - so this week I went to Tosa West's game and hung out with the usual Tosa people. Interesting and fun hijinks always occur. The game sucked from what everyone said and from the score when we left, I think we all know the Trojans lost. Also, being poked in the eye with someone's umbrella wasn't fun, and my eye is still red. I guess borrowing her bullhorn (I always though it was blow horn...) was my vindication. Too bad I was nice about it, and really did only borrow it.

Speaking of hijinks up there, tonight we pulled an interesting one. You know how I said in my last entry I didn't enjoy politics and they annoyed me? Well, that's true, except when it comes to this:

Pedro is the only politician I'll ever back.

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Time:	1:14 pm.
Mood:	exhausted.
Music:	Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

I miss this journal a little bit.

So I think I'll update it right now.

Last night I finally saw Napolean Dyanmite. The movie was okay, I agree that if you saw the previews for it you pretty much saw the movie. It was good for a lot of laughs though. It's made for people who laugh at anything, which just happens to be me.

Yesterday I had my interview. It went well, and all signs look like I'll be the Special Events editor for Legend. I'm excited, but still a little nervous. After all, things always have a possibility to change, but from what I was told, I think there's a very slim reason that I really need to worry. Then again, I wouldn't be Ashley if I didn't worry about minor things.

Things are looking up.

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Subject:	Look at him now disappearing a cow. Where is the cow? Hidden right now...Blah blah blah. Heh.
Time:	5:58 pm.
Mood:	nerdy.
Music:	RATM - Voice of the Voiceless.

It's been brought to my attention today that I'm a nerd. (Thank you Jessica, and Alyssa)

All through Biology I heard the repeated phrase. In reference to how organized my binder is - that I'm in Yearbook - and that I was staying after school to finish up developing my second roll of film.

What's my reply? Hell yes I'm a nerd. Not your normal nerd though, there are few subjects I'll spend very much time a night on - because in the larger sense I'm one of the biggest slackers you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. If I know how to do something well enough to take charge in it - and continue getting better and better at it, then it's pretty much obvious that I'll try my hardest.

Such is the case with anything involving Photography. Today I was the only person developing their film (on my own, to boot). And while I was doing it one of the kids in my class came up to me and asked if it was my film. What a stupid question I thought, and I answered that of course it was my film. He began asking me if I had done it before - which yes, I had. He asked why, and how I understood it well enough to do it on my own. Well, you see, I should have made a smartass reply and told him I pay attention, and I'm not afraid to actually do the things in that class that we're shown. I refrained though, and told him it just wasn't that complicated for me, and I caught on pretty quickly. Which isn't a lie. Either way, since I've been the only person developing, I got 30 extra credit points this week alone. In total, I think I'm at 50. See, I can admit I'm a nerd - or an overachiever. Call it what you will.

It's Friday and I don't feel like doing much else than just laying around the house, but I'm leaving soon enough anyway. I'm more tired than I should be, considering I woke up an hour late, and nearly missed the Photographer's Union meeting at 7:30 this morning. My alarm clock just hates me sometimes, but hell I still made it on time, and the extra hour of sleep was indeed pretty nice.

School's become way too routine again though, oh how I miss the summer freedoms. *le sigh*

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Time:	3:52 pm.
Mood:	stressed.
Music:	Soul Asylum - Runaway Train.

I'm annoyed. It's too hot to go out and take pictures. Right now I only have two of my compositions done, and I have to do four more. I have one roll shot, and two more to go. Mr. Juran never gave us the real due date, but I know before Thursday we need one roll done. So I'll be fine, but I was looking forward to shooting today.

I'm still confused about a lot of things at the moment, and I have absolutely no way to make them better. Because I've already resolved the issues, and it seems stupid to bring anything up now. I always hold grudges though, it's not like that's a new thing.

Bah, I need to do laundry still too.

Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

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