Saturday, November 10, 2012

Shit, I Missed a Day

Nope. Didn't get to post a picture today, cause I worked from way too early in the morning until one this afternoon. It blew fucking chunks. So you can take a look at all the Terry Pratchetts I have. Checks are owned and 'x's are read. Enjoy. and yes, I did make all those check marks. aren't I awesome?
 Your welcome

Thursday, November 8, 2012

New Idea That Will Not Last, We All Know This

Made on Best Buy post pad, as you can tell by the hole.

Take a picture everyday, HOPEFULLY next time it will include my face, but man do I really suck at taking pictures. They're either fuzzy and I've taken eighteen but picked the fuzzy one, or they have the most fucked up angles ever. I don't meind my double chin but we have to see the note. Obviously. 

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


So, NaNoWriMo is kicking my ass. It's seven days in and I've writen a little over 5,000 words. The website says I'll be done ine late December. Fuck you NaNoWriMo website! You don't know how well I scramble and finish shit when it comes to the deadline. I see myself at 6:30 on November 30th typing like a coffee fuelled mad woman, which I will be. In fact, I think I'll go write right now. And don't read that last sentence out loud. It'd make your head hurt.

Thursday, November 1, 2012


To me honest, I don't actually like talking about myself. So I'm gonna use a starting phrase that will help to

I have been feeling...
I had thought......
I plan to......

And so on and so forth. This might help to organize my thoughts since I'm honestly all over the fucking place.

So I'll get started. I have two plans to maintain this month and I will explain them to you. First, I will be committing to Nanowrimo, which is short for National Novel Writing Month. This takes place world wide and I will be working with my friend Sarah. We're not working together, but we're gonna spend time going over our ideas and help each other plot our storylines. I feel that this is NOT going to work because the two of us are so completely opposite and our minds work so differently. But we'll try. Sarah also has a new place, the first in our group to have their own place.
Second, November will be the first No-Books-For-Ashley month. I'm not allowed to buy any book for any price and I'm not allowed to order any either. The only exception is the fall booksale at the public library. This will probably be the last sale until the spring so I want to get in their to get some great deals. But I was spending too much money on books, going to the libraries, this constant yard sale, Value Village, etc.
So I'm gonna be really fucking pissed for most of November. Its gonna be fun!

Friday, October 5, 2012

I'm Back!

I was rereading an old draft from back in June (maybe May?) when I received devastating news. It was titled WTF? since I'm very much to the point. Obviously.

"Just one thing, a tiny thing that kinda just shook my brain up.

1) The Pittsburgh Penguins traded Jordan Staal to Carolina. What? What happened? I'm starting to tear a little. This is just? Just, WHY? Why would you do this? How could this happened? I think I'm in shock. And

2) He's now married. What? Why wasn't I informed!? This is angry. That's three out of four Staals married and I'm pissed. What is with these cute guys getting married? Why don't they wait until they're forty then get it over with? Don't they understand the rules? Next thing you know, Sidney Crosby will be getting married.....OMG. Please don't let this happen. I'm venerable enough. I don't need that as well. Oh, Hockey Gods, please don't do this to me!"

I read it, and I go...So? Who cares that he plays for Carolina and is married? BTW, Marc-Andre Fleury also got married this summer, although he's too French for me. But really, all I want is my hockey BACK! I don't care who plays for who, I don't give a shit who's married. I WANT TO WATCH HOCKEY! You got that NHL? You guys are being dicks.

In other news, since I haven't written (wrote? I am not a grammar bug) since June or July, there is a multitude of things that have occurred. First, I got a job. Little convenience store no biggie, good hours not tons of work and good people to work with. Or so I thought..... Apparently, I had been accusing people of stealing and hadn't even known about it. How did I not realize you ask? There's two answers: either I've developed a sever but short case of amnesia, or b) someone has been lying/taking my words out of context. Yes that's three, but shut up. So basically I'm pissed. I don't want to work with two girls you've lied about me and said I accused them of something I would never ever suggest. And my manager won't tell me who they are! So every time I go into work, I'll look at my coworker wondering if she's the one. Did she go and lie to the manager about me? Does she thinks that she's won. I haven't worked since the accusations reached me because I've been sick, but now my manager probably thinks I look weak (especially since I cried because a) this is my first job, b) my first major problem and c) I'd been taking very strong hormone medication to deal with the PCOS. So, yeah, work kinda sucks ass now.
Okay, now the summer is over. It's freezing here, and its the beginning of October. I haven't been to school in a week because I've been sick, but my track record before that wasn't great either. I haven't seen my counsellor in months, since about the end of May and am feeling real low. I'm going to have to get a new one (Damn!) and rehash everything from the past four years. Wow, I hadn't really realized it's been four years. I'm old.
But, I know that I want to get a computer of my own up and running before the end of October. I'm gonna make Big and Big's Boyfriend a quilt for Christmas and I think a medium size pillow/bed for their dog. I have no idea what to get Bigger and her boyfriend, and what I should do for my eldest sis out in Saskatchewan. But I'll figure it out.
I've got one of my stories outlined (Yay! Applause!) and now I have to start writing it. I think I'll change it to third person omniscient and include journal entries from the main character's point of view. This is a big step, since I've had the characters and the setting and the whole world created for years now, but the characters (mainly the protagonist) didn't possess enough flaws to make a good plot, so I couldn't do anything with it. But I fixed that! Yay!

So I think that's all for now. I've been reading Refab with Anne Stuart that's giving me ideas about goals and how to deal with certain things (ie. Anne Stuart is overweight like me and has depression like me) so I'm gonna set some goals for myself as well.

1. Start writing. Even a little
2. If I don't feel like writing fiction, come on the blog and yammer here. No one reads anything, so I'm perfectly safe.
3. Apply for new job.
4. Smaller portion (made a good plan already!) and no eating after nine.
5. Slow down on the books
5. Spend wisely.

Alright, that's it. Everyone have a good day/night and I'll see you soon!

P.S. Did you know that Blogger doesn't recognize Yay? Isn't that sad? Or is that just me?

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Tuesday Blues

So today has not been a good day. I woke up way late for school and I felt like a complete failure. Why can't I get my lazy ass out of bed? My day hadn't even started and I felt like crap. I dressed and everything then I went downstairs to see my mom, who usually makes me feel better. To cut to the point, because I could go on and on, I didn't go to school. Although my mom was really calm about it (no punishment, no anger) I was angry with myself. I always feel like a loser on days I stay home and today was no different. Mom, Bigger and I ended up going out, shopping a little and picking up Bigger's boyfriend Stretch to run errands. We stopped at a bunch of places I like, like Value Village where Mom bought me earrings and a bottom for my quilt (which I will post here as I didn't my last one). But all day I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a bad day. We stopped at Big's work and had lunch with her and when she asked why I wasn't at school, I couldn't answer. She said "I care about you, but you won't tell me what's wrong." That's the whole problem, I don't know what's wrong and I don't have the time anymore to figure it out. I want to graduate and have a life, and I can't do that with poor attendance and shitty grades. I have to do better.
When we got back, there was a message on the answering machine that informed me that I had missed my practical exam for Vocal class. I was upset, but I had no right to be. I PURPOSELY skipped school today and I have to deal with the consequences. I missed a day with my friends, most of whom are not coming back next year and who I won't see so much over the summer. I missed seeing the boy I liked, and I made myself nervous about asking him out.

To help me get better, to try to help me have more good days than bad, my mom has an idea about how I can help myself. She wants me to start writing down my activities, so I can see what I'm doing during the day and try to fill my life with more things, better things. She even has goals:

1) Volunteer at a least two places, at least once a week
2) A job search done at least once a week with provided rides
3) Exercise at least once a day, just one activity (with the extra weight and the diabetes, this is big)
4) Spend a little time doing a relaxation activity (her term) such as knitting, reading or quilting etc., but not spend my entire day doing this. I think I may have a few relaxation days during the summer just so I can get some writing done, but her idea sounds good.

So. I have goals. I have ambitious that need time, concentration and energy put into them.
I have things to make, things to say and things to do. I have exams to ace! I have a boy to ask out.

Wish me luck.

P.S. What's up with you? Any plans? Any secrets desires that you want spontaneously to burst forth and fill you with energy and determination? Now I'm curious. Go on. :)

Sunday, June 17, 2012

ABC's of Ashley

Yes, I did steal this meme from her because I don't post enough, and it looked like fun. So here goes.
A. Age: 18. Legal to vote, but I can't drink. Damn Ontario laws!
B. Bed size: King (technically two singles put together, but let's not be choosy)
C. Chore that you hate: Decluttering with my mom. Because she really sucks at decluttering.  
D. Dogs: Does my sister's dog count? Because I think he really should.
E. Essential start to your day: Peeing. Wow, I really have no schedule. Can you guess I'm a teenager? 
F. Favorite color: Purple.
G. Gold or silver: Gold, because it goes really well with my skin tone and I like gold jewellry.
H. Height: 5'7 3/4 (and yes, that 3/4 matters)
I. Instruments that you play: Guitar, violin and flute, though all of them mediocre.
J. Job title: Awesome. Or Student. or Daughter/Sister. But Awesome pretty much covers it.
K. Kids: None. (Cat doesn't count because she hates me)
L. Live: Sudbury. Northern Ontario. Canada.  
M. Mother's name: None of your business. (Lisa, but don't tell anyone!)
N. Nicknames: Ash, Nemo, Marie, Judy.
O. Overnight hospital stays: Tonsil removal (I wonder if there's an official name for this, but I'm too lazy to google it)
P. Pet peeves: People telling me I'm being mean. You think I don't notice? Perhaps I'm being mean for a reason, you idiot. Get away from me before I kick you in the shin 
Q. Quote from a movie: All I can think of is "Truth? you can't handle the truth!" and I've never even seen that movie. Dear god.
R: Right or left handed: Left. There are so many things that I can say about this, but I'll just leave it be. For now
S: Siblings: Three of 'em, none of whom know about this blog so I cannot tell you their names.
T: Travel favorite: Really anywhere that I have to travel in a car for an extended period of time. I just like riding in cars.
U. Underwear: Really, let's not mention it.  
V. Vegetable(s) you hate: Celery, because its stringy and not in a good way like pineapple.
W. What makes you run late: What makes me really late is having control over my schedule. Because I'm honestly the slowest person in the damn world (or at least in my acquaintence) 
X. X-rays you've had: For my teeth. Because I'm crazy like that.
Y. Yummy food that you make: Ah, so many things. Potato salad is my favourite.
Z. Zoo animal: Monkeys. And I have no explaination for this
Ah, aren't you glad you know all this?
And look, this is the post where I revealed my name. Isn't that nice. Did you catch it? Huh, go back, look it over. Ah, there you go

Monday, June 4, 2012

Been Busy

So, it's been around two months since I've posted. BUT! I have been busy with a whole bunch of shit.

I've been.....

I've been doing a lot of knitting. I'm making a blanket. It started as a throw, but man is it growing.

I also went book shopping to expand my empire, I mean, collection

Yeah, I'm a book slut, I know.

The cats are good, thanks for asking. Baby was attacked by a cone, since she had some organs removed so she couldn't have babies. Chopsticks has two pictures because she is freakishly photogenic. I mean, really! Go back and look at her. So cute. Aww!

I've also been making my prom dress. I started yesterday, and prom's on friday. Yeah, I planned ahead, can't you tell?

And I made rice crispies, which by and far is the most important thing here

There. I posted. Now let me get on with my crap.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Books and Shit

Series that I am reading, that I cannot seem to finish, no matter how hard I try.

Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I'm stuck on Death Masks
Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger. I'm reading Changeless and Heartless. I've read Soulless and Heartless.
Two series by Juliet Blackwell.
The Cats and Curios Series by Rebecca Hale
The Alphabet Series by Sue Grafton
Madelyn Alt's Witch series
Flavia de Luce's series by Alan Bradley
Donna Andrews' Birds Mysteries
The Sookies Stackhouse series
Jill Kismet's series by Lilith Saintcrow
Terry Pratchett's Disworld series
Every series by Annette Blair, because she's good and I'm not focused
The Jane Jameson series by Molly Harper
Sherlock Holmes
the Dark-, Dream- and Were-Hunter series by Sherrilyn Kenyon
The Wicked Years by Gregory Maguire
Otherworld/Sisters of the Moon by Yasmine Galenorn
The Amelia Peabody series and the Jaqueline Kirby series by Elizabeth Peters
The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare
Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce
the Samantha Jellicoe series by Suzanne Enoch
the Tattoo Shop mysteries by Karen Olson
The Fallen series by Kristina Douglas
Every series ever created by Katie Macalister
and the Ice series by Anne Stuart

Kill me now. I need to bunker down, peeps. It's killing me.
I'm totally watching the fourth season of In Plain Sight, and it's freaking great. Grrreeeeat!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

I Made Cookies

I don't make cookies. Cookies are generally, yuck. But I made cookies tonight, with tapioca flour, corn starch, potato starch and rice flour, because I'm gluten-free and chocolate, because I'm me. It was mainly for the chocolate, since the 'rents refused to allow me to eat handfuls of chocolate chips. The dough started good, and I ate most of it before cooking, but the cookies. Well...

They sorta spread out and burned a wee bit. Then...

Became FLOWERS! What?! Yay! Hooray! I didn't even realize I could spell hooray. Cool Shit. Anyway. They weren't cooled in the middle, but...

But I ate them anyway. What? There was chocolate.

And I really like pictures.

Ah, with milk. Have a good night everyone.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Snow Day Number 2 of January

   It sounds like an official title, but really, that's a lie.
         Dear 2 foot pile of snow in my driveway,
I hate you. It has nothing to do with your looks, your personality or your attitude. This hatred occurs mainly because you exist, and more importantly, you exist in my driveway. At first I didn't really notice. Only after you tried to trap my father leaving for work did I become aware of your existance, and learned that I need to remove you. This hatred grew when I spent my Wednesday sleeping, mainly from 7:30 that morning until 2:30 that afternoon, which happened to be the exact hours that I have for actually going to school. The hatred then compounded when I was told to use the snow floe. I hate the snow floe. Many of my childhood winter days tried to sit in that stupid ice floe in order to be pulled around my yard. I could never sit the snow floe. I could never catch it as my parents pulled it around, trying to clear the snow.
   So really, this hatred has nothing to do with you exactly, but the fact that I had to move you created this animosity. But mother insisted, and you were removed. Slowly, and having to return twice and heat up with a hair dryer, I pushed you almost completely onto the road for the plow to push away. I killed you. ah ha ha ha ha ha! But, and this makes me want to cry, just a little, you came back yesterday, AFTER I had cleared you, and now you are back, mocking me. You are a bastard, and I will defeat you, because I really have no choice since my mother will make me shovel you later. I hate you, you ugly whore.

To the blog, Not you pile of snow. I shall be back later with pictures. Or I'll google white and post that, because its really snowy here.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

I've been thinking (surprise!)....

I have been thinking about my anonymity for about a week now. This blog is a way that I can talk without having to sensor myself as I do in my house and at school. At home, I don’t talk about school because it gets too complicated and I feel as if I should be able to deal with all the stuff at school by myself. It’s a part of my life that’s just mine, that I don’t have to share with anyone else. And the thing is, I’m an intensely private person. At school, I have to force myself to talk to my friends about my life. I’ve never had best friends before so after six years, I still feel like a beginner. So this blog is where I can yammer on about anything, any time I want for as long as I want.

               I wonder whether I should use my real name here. It’s similar to what I want to do when I start writing. Should I use my name, or use a false name or just a false surname? It’s driving me crazy, but I’ll think about it some more later.

               In other news.... Christmas here was uneventful. I don’t say that to be mean, but it stopped being exciting when I stopped asking for toys. Christmas kinda ends when the toys go away. Christmas is also unexciting because I`m jobless so I can`t buy anyone presents which is screwy. I wanted to make people gifts instead, but I don`t know what anyone wanted. I really suck at Christmas. I never know what anyone wants. I`m whining a lot. Let us continue on a different strain now.

               Big moved out. I`m kinda upset because, you know I miss her and shit. But then I`m like, fuck it. Let her live her life and let her be. Fuck her, let`s focus on me. And she`s getting a dog, so I`m so freaking excited.

               Ooh, so I got things to do. I`m going to be cutting out the material for a dress this afternoon and it will be done by the end of the break on the ninth. Ninth doesn`t have an e in it? What is this world coming to!? Or whatever. Other things to do before the break is over is to write a comparison essay about Carol Shields` The Stone Diaries and John Updike`s The Witches of Eastwick.  So excited! Not. I have to read about four books before the break is over, and I can`t do it. I`m freaking. No not really. But I do want to read some books over the break. I also need to look into Bigger and Mom into Etsy because they both need to start selling their stuff. Mom and I also need to blog because Mom made me get a blog about etiquette. Because I`m so classy people. I know, you could tell.

               I was thinking about hockey players for a couple of days now (because I've been watching hockey, reading hockey crap and waiting for the Winter Classic), and I have a list I want to meet. I just thought I`d put it down because I keep forgetting which ones I want to meet.

1.      Sidney Crosby because it`s Sid and I just want to look at him, and got I have a huge crush on him! But don`t mention it to anyone)

2.      Jonathan Toews because I really want to tell him about a million jokes and see him smile because making Captain Serious smile would be like bringing an extinct species back to life. Or something less noteworthy. Whatever.

3.     Steven Stamkos so I can become his best friend and call him Steve, which really pisses him off, but he`ll be such good friends that I won`t notice.  

4.     Jared Staal because he`s the underrated Staal brother and I think he needs some attention. Not dirty attention you perverts. Geez.

5.     Alex Ovechkin just to see whether I could understand him. And I`d wanna hang out and play basketball or something, because it would just be interesting.

There are others, but that's all I can think of for now. Life is cool. Been watching That 70`s Show for the past week. It`s nice. I also watched Miracle. That was good too.  Man, I`m just a jabbering today aren`t I? Night peeps.