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|Monday, December 22nd, 2003|
Peewee's Playhouse is better than you. .
I'm alive. . Current Mood: irritated
|Saturday, November 29th, 2003|
Okay, so my worrying about Shawn was over nothing. He's not in jail..This is a good thing.
Concerts coming up: December 5th: Kid Dakota, The Ambition, and The Moon Knights..OR if the Palmer Dan thing works out, I might go to that show..
Hannah's being sent off. Lame. Lame. Lame. I'll miss her.
I feel sick.
21-25 Twiggy Sticks. Holy shit.
I did 100 jumping jacks, 100 thigh thingies, 35 crunches, and I ran for about two hours..in socks..around my house..around and around and around.
No one cares =).
I might get a bass.
I'm going to bed.
Ashleigh Current Mood: nauseated
|Saturday, November 1st, 2003|
|Past Due for an IV
Here, I'm updating. . my life status.
ENTERED THE WORLD: December 31
WHERE: Anchorage, Alaska
HAIR COLOR: Black, nuclear red, and bleached (blondish white)
WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN: Capriciorn (AE: Goat Girl)
BOYFREIND/GIRLFRIEND: We don't talk about that =X
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE: Yes
A SONG THAT DISCRIBES YOUR LOVE LIFE: "Terrible Lie," "Something I Can Never Have," "Steamer Trunk," and "You're Already Dead." That last one is loosely based.
WHO DO YOU LIKE: People. -Waves-
ARE YOU A RIGHTY OR A LEFTY: Lefty
HAVE YOU EVER SAVED YOUR CHAT: Once or twice
ROLLERCOASTER- DEADLY OR EXCITING: Or. I think that they were made to taunt those with bi-polar.
SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU: Nick. He's interesting. . Wow, give me an award, I'm original.
SAY SOMETHING TO THOSE WHO REFUSE TO RESPOND TO THIS: "You're going to die alone"
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 10 YEARS: I don't know where I see myself in ten MINUTES.
FUTURE SON NAME: Dameon. Conor. I don't know?
FUTURE DAUGHTERS NAME: Talena. Who knows?
HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN THE LAW: -Awkward Silence-
RAN AWAY FROM HOME: I feel so AWKWARD!
DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: Somewhat.
WHICH IS BETTER MUD WRESLING OR JELLY WRESLING: Or. I don't know.
DEAF/OR BLIND: Or. What the hell is this, Laura Engle Wilder?
BLONDE/OR BRUNNETTE: Who?
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED: Last night.
GOT A REAL LETTER: Last year.
WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESION: Music. . Shows you what I have.
IS THE ITEM YOU WORSHIP THE MOST: I don't think that I should worship any item, especially if I have it. . . It's just not healthy.
IS THE WORST SONG YOU EVER HEARD: I don't know.
THE BEST SONG YOU EVER HEARD: I don't know. .
WHAT IS THE BEST THING EVER HAPPENED TO YOU: Air.
IS THE MOST INBERRASSING THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU: Answering a question with incorrect spelling of the word "embarrassing," maybe? -Shifty-eyed look-
IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP: Air Supply.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORATE NUMBER: 2. 6. 8. 111. 141. 1,188. 1,1118.
WHAT COLOR IS THE WALL IN YOUR BEDROOM: White.
YOU WEAR TO BED: Nothing.
IS THE WORST THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE IN YOUR LIFE: I. . don't. . want to talk about it.
FAVE RELATIVE: My little half-brother, Jacob.
BEST FRIENDS: Um, Jenna. Sezzie.
BOOK: Lost Souls was alright.
SOUND: The very beginning of "Ringfinger." The voice of Kurt Cobain.
SMELL: The gonj.
THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Sleeping in. I treasure it.
GUM: Pink Extra bubble gum.
IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT BE: Singer/bass player.
IF YOU COULD HAVE A TATOO WHAT AND WHEREWOULD IT BE: Inverted cross on my ankle. The Bad Religion logo on my palm.
IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY PEIRICING WHERE WOULD IT BE: Either side of my lower lip. . IT WILL BE DONE.
DO YOU GET MOTION SICKNESS: No.
DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: Well, either way, they're behind bars or on the run, no time to stop and protest anything. Ha.
LIKE TO DRIVE: Sometimes.
SLEEP WITH A STUFFD ANIMAL: It usually gets kicked.
TYPE WITH FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS: Yes.
DO YOU DRINK: Yes
DO YOU SMOKE: Sometimes. .
DO YOU TAKE DRUGS: We don't talk about that.
WHO DO YOU HATE: WHO? I don't know. WHAT? Alaska.
WHO HAS IT EASIER GUYS OR GIRLS: Girls. . .Douche bags. Does that tell you anything? I don't see any guys using those.
NICKNAMES: Twiggy, gIR, Cokeface, Bettie, Jose.
DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE: No.
DO YOU LIKE TO TALK ON THE PHONE: Yeah. ..
GO FOR A WALK OR WATCH TV: Go for a walk.
HONEYMOON PLACE: Portland or Seattle. I don't know. . I don't care.
PEOPLE WHO YOU THINK ARE GOING TO SEND THIS BACK: No one. Current Mood: melancholy
|Monday, October 13th, 2003|
|Kiss the sky
I've been addicted to the song "3 Libras," as of late. I don't know what makes it so addictive to me, but . . whatever it is really seems to be working. I'm content with someone that shall remain nameless. My voice hurts and I now sound like Dani Filth. Liquid for I.
Ashleigh Current Mood: high
|Monday, October 6th, 2003|
|Another thing. .
I don't consider myself "enlightened," in fact, I'm far from it. I've got a lot to learn, and I want to learn. Anyone with ideas, opinions, whatever, as long as they're your own, I'm willing to listen. Alright then.
"Fear of Dying" Current Mood: ecstatic
|Today: Be scared of ____
So . .I saw an ad today titled "THE KOBE BRYANT YOU DON'T KNOW." Okay, are we assuming that I know A Kobe Bryant to begin with? Who gives a shit about some over paid basketball player and his wandering hands/cock? I've watched the news lately and here's what I've learned:
1) Hell on Earth (St. Petersburg band) was supposedly going to allow a suicide to happen during a show.
2) Roy (From ultra-flamboyant act "Siegfried and Roy") was attacked by a tiger and is "fighting for his life" in a hospital.
3) Iraq never had any of the bombs that "we" (We being George Bush) thought that they did, or claimed.
Alright, so what if someone wants to commit suicide? It's devoting. Also, WHO CARES? It probably wasn't true anyways. Give up. They're a band, rumors spread, and that probably gave them a lot of attention. Anyone that wants to kill themselves during a concert (on stage) deserves to die, anyways.
This shows you that you can pet/train/own/feed/"love" a tiger for years upon years, and it will milk you for everything you're worth. Yeah, then the tiger will get sick and attack you. Moral of the story: You like cats? Get a house cat.
NO SHIT?! I really thought that they had something going there. This "war" that we have going on is nothing more than an excuse for us to feel big in the pants (Which I'm sure isn't true, unless the country ego over dosed on Viagra) and bomb some country. Can Bush even pronounce Iraq? What about Afghanistan? I doubt it.
Go choke on a pretzel and let someone else be president.
Yeah, at this point, I'm convinced that Charles Manson (or Maddox) would make a much better president. Perhaps Randy.
I'm sad. I turn to C N fucking N and get what? NOTHING. Their news is the same shit they've been covering, or something stupid. No one cares about basketball players, cripples trying to find a cure that they mainly want to test on themselves so that they can be on the cover of magazines everywhere for years with headlines like "AMERICAN HERO FINDS CURE FOR PARALYSIS," or how we're supposed to be the "best" country in the world and yet we want pity from other countries because we were "attacked." Shut up. You know what? I don't think that there's 100% truth that it was even Osama that bombed us. Yeah, his goons said it was him, but think about to the Oklahoma bombings. How many countries claimed to do that? Who was it really? Yeah, an American. We're sure now that it was Osama, but about 3 minutes after the planes crashed, who did we blame? That's what I thought. Why couldn't we blame Russia, Canada, Australia, or better yet, NEW ZEALAND? They're so fucking quiet. Not so much Russia, but the others. No one talks about them, unless it's an insult (with special emphasis to Canada). I like these countries a hell of a lot better than the USA right now. I don't blame countries turning against us for our decision.
Oh, another thing. To those of you that think that being a teenager in the U.S is so fucking hard, masturbate with a sawed-off shotgun and cum on your face. That's exactly what you make me want to do. You have the option to take your parents cash (most of you) and go to some fast-food restaurant and eat. Let’s go back in time to the twenties in the United Kingdom. Wow, you know, they have it SO easy. Let’s come back to current time and visit Ethiopia. Yes, we have it so hard. Hey look, it's another third-world country; let’s say hi to Papu, that kid that made those very shoes that you're wearing. What's that? You have ten cents in your pocket? Gee, I think that's about how much Papu makes in a day, or perhaps a week. Thanks Papu, we'd pay you, but we have to go back to America and spend $50-110 on FADED JEANS. Oh no, it's time for gym. Gee, you know who we can blame for this? The Germans. Yeah, it's true, their physical condition made us (us being our president at the time, Franklin D. Roosevelt, if I am correct) realize that we needed to be in better shape, and thus we have "gym time." We must start young! Now, to reward us for our great efforts of doing 45 minutes of what our gym teacher(s) tell us, we get McSHIT for a grand total of $5.69. Go us.
Oh no! Planes crashed! Guys, pity us, even though they crashed because we gave millions (or was it billions?) of money to the middle-east. Yeah, because thousands of people died because they went to work, we remember them (no, we don't) forever. Can we honestly name off EVERY victim that died there? No, we can't. For being such a big deal, we seem to not take so much time to learn the names of the workers. Oh, could it be that we don't CARE?? Or perhaps that would take too long?? Gee, sorry. Let’s just remember them as "American Heroes." In all honesty, if you told any and every worker at the world trade centers (and the pentagon) that they had the option to go to their work and die for their country (and be remembered not by their name, but as "one of the victims"), or stay home and live, do you think that ANY of them would choose to go to work? I doubt it. Another thing, how are the firemen and policemen heroes? Weren't they just doing their job? If we considered people that went in to "sickening situations" to be heroes, we had damn well better consider plumbers to be heroes. Thanks for being brave, everyone. Seriously, yeah, they're not heroes, but they should be considered brave for doing such a thing as running in to a burning building in hopes to save people.
Man, I bet the kiddies in Afghanistan were laughing their brown asses off.
Moral of the story: The government is killing itself. It would be better if we got out of this shithole war, got rid of Bush, elected someone better, actually thought things through and hadn't been so obsessed with missiles and weapons. Too bad Bush and Sadam (Yeah, wasn't this whole "terrorist" thing starting out with Osama as the antagonist?) can't chop off their ego-balls and talk about it. Assuming Bush could talk what with his head so far up his ass. Thanks to Bush for being an idiot president, but not killing himself. Without him, we'd have Chaney to deal with. . Chaney and his horrible heart(s). Let’s change this idiot government. And unless you murdered a whole BUNCH of people, I doubt the government's after you.
Youth of America: You make me nauseous, for the most part. Some of you kids are going to be alright, and hopefully make a difference, but don't get your hopes up. The people that are getting in to college are probably jocks that are fucking Mrs. New-wave Cyndi Lauper in the back of something. Also, say it with me now "G-r-a-m-m-a-r" and please, it's not that hard to type "you" rather than "u." I know people that have a fake leg that are more interesting than your conversations. As for turning to some Ouija board to find out if some idiot likes you. . If he does, he needs to be punched. You know what? If those fucking boards worked, which I doubt they do (especially since some fuck-ass company like Milton Bradley makes them), what makes you think that the dead have anything better to do than investigate the lives of us? Yeah. . .I doubt they're following you around, getting in your head, going to the future, and finding out what the FUCK you're getting on your Biology test, or who's going to ask you out.
Everyone else: Society isn't that bad. It's dynamic. FUCK ANARCHY. It would never work, get over it.
I love you all. Angst and education,
Ashleigh Current Mood: accomplished
|Saturday, October 4th, 2003|
|All I know is all we are
So. . .Not much is new. I'm tired. I have a B in Science. Oh wow. I'm doing better in German. Uh . .. . Current Mood: annoyed
|Sunday, September 28th, 2003|
|I will Move Away from Here.
So how be's it be goin'? I'm back! Josh saw Voltaire, he's lucky. I'm still wondering as to why someone would give a Black Halos cd away. Oh well, I have it, and I shall treasure it. School's going alright. What else? I still wish that I could meet someone interested in me. Ah, I'll have to wait. . or not care.
Ashleigh Current Mood: melancholy
|Sunday, September 14th, 2003|
|And that something at the window is still crawling
There's a bug on my window. I got a list of words that I need to learn by Friday, so I wrote them (and the definations down). I think I'll expand my knowledge and write them here:
Auspices: Support, guidance, or protection.
Auspicious: 1)Favorable. 2) Marked by success.
Explicate: To explain clearly and thoroughly.
Implicate: To involve or connect in an incriminating way.
Introspective: Inclined to examine one's own thoughts and feelings.
Perspicuity: The quality of being easy to understand; clearness.
Plait: A braid, to braid.
Pliant: Easily bent. Adaptable. Easily influenced.
Specious: 1) Seeming true or correct, but actually false. 2) Deceptively attractive.
Speculate: To medidate on a subject; to wonder.
Isn't that special? Exactly. Current Mood: accomplished
|Saturday, September 13th, 2003|
So I'm feeling a lot better. I'm almost. . well. =D! Just need to keep drinking that tasteless, clear stuff. Water. Matt and I are on very good terms, which is very not bad. I woke up at 8:02AM and just stayed in bed, trying to sleep again, until 8:13AM. Here I am! Maybe I'll do something today. I really want to go to Mammoth and Denny's. I wonder if Rachael's feeling better. Hm, or Nikki. . she's been sick since Tuesday. She thought it was really nice when I made her some chicken noodle soup and walked it over. Eh, whatever. She's my friend and I want her to feel better.
So, you know something I've noticed that I thought was kind of funny? On gothicpersonals (www.gothicpersonals.com), over half of the people say that they're not good at describing themselves and turn out to use a very large amount of space. Also, half of them say they want intelligent people, that can actually hold a conversation, and that can spell. Yet, they fail to spell out words like "you," "are," "anyways," and "anything." Hm, interesting. Oh well. What to say, what to say? I got my cellular unit up and running thanks to the good deed of Cathy. I'm going to go lay down and watch a movie or something.
Ashleigh Current Mood: refreshed
|Friday, September 12th, 2003|
|Someone who can make you whole
Today feels long. . .and grim. Long and grim. I hate being sick. I feel so alone. Oh -sadness emerges-. Our minds are so filtered. When we're born, we're pure for a maybe a mila-second (if that). Then. . . .then, we're exposed to a world of double-sided cards.As I was reading about Hammurabi's Cods, they stated that if one was mugged and they never found the mugger, the city would pay the victim for his loss...and I thought "Couldn't they just lie? Why not claim to be robbed and say that you didn't get a good look at the person?" Horrible.
The girl next to me is writing on herself, maybe she'll get ink poisoning. Stupid other girl, getting me sick. Jeez, stay in bed! I think that we should be isolated. No. People only care about you when you're well (sometimes not even then). If you're sick, it's like "Oh, you do us no good, go away. Stay away until you're well." Am I depressing? No, I'm not, so don't tell me that I am. I don't think I am. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm a realist. I mean, I know I say some pretty extravagant things, but I don't mean it to be serious. Okay, with the war: "It'll get better." NO IT WON'T! Things will NEVER be the same. They'll get better? Turn on the news. . . or don't. Is the news doing this to us? Driving us insane? Making us think that this world is so chaotic and depressing? I mean, they know what sells, what sticks. You're watching the news and they say that some homeless man found a home. . two weeks later, you're not going to think about him. Now, say there was a serial killer in New York, you'll probably think about that. They choose what they cover. Every news station, violence. They tell us what's going on in the world, do they? They tell it from their point of view. They give it "media flavor." Twisting words, bending facts. Ever news station, left and right, up and down, here and there. . violence, sex, drugs. Hm, maybe we have looney bins because reality has infested those that stay in them. They see the population rate and think they're useless. That one person can't make things better, but worse. Maybe they don't even think that they can make it that. Depression has spead like the plague. The only way to cure it is to drug those that have been infected and lock them away. Hm. . I don't know what to write after this. I'm glad it's Friday.
Ashleigh Current Mood: discontent
|Wednesday, September 10th, 2003|
So I wish that Matt and I would stop fighting. . not that he gives a damn. I have a sore throat, and I'm a bit tired. I have to take Jucifer in to the vet. . time to get spaid. Poor oozay baby. Apparently I have to write a five paragraph essay on "the importance of education." That shouldn't be too hard. I think I have some Algebra to do, and I can do that in about 30 minutes. Still waiting on Kenny to get those lyrics from an old band that he was in. Jessika wants to get me a couple things. I still don't know if Jeff's in jail or not. My eyes hurt. I got in to some extremely hot water that turned my skin red. I had fun at the show on Sunday. I babysat Camille most of the time and talked to the guitarist of one band. I don't remember their name, but they had a song called "Applesauce," and they said something like "I was so coked up when I wrote that song . . . COCA-COLA that is!" Haha. . . .silly beans. Mild sore throat. Damn. Aside from giving head, what cures it? Orange juice? Cough drops? Tylanol? Lots of fluid? Eh . .I'll try them. Avery says chewing mint gum. I understand. Missed school today. I should go tomorrow. I need some cash to mail Brando. I really want to play soccer with nuns and scrabble with him. Okay, I'm going now. . .. NO MORE TRUANCY!
Ashleigh Current Mood: sick
|Saturday, September 6th, 2003|
|My Blood is turning Blue
So yeah. . I look really. . trashy today. Too bad I love this dress. Okay, lets just say that when I had my towel on, I was revealing less than when I had my dress on. Naughty. Anyways, stuff. I've been really upset. . and I did something stupid. Nikki came over and found a not that I had written, and she looked up Jenna's number (it's on my Spooky Kids board and in my cellular unit). . I don't know what she said, but I took a while nap. I still don't think Jenna wants to talk to me. I heard what she's been saying. . .
Ashleigh Current Mood: sad
|Friday, September 5th, 2003|
|Shut Up About The Other Cops
First day of school: Missed 5th and 6th and jumped out of a car.
Second day: I got a Truancy for missing 5th and 6th. Got pictures online.
Third day: Nothing.
Jenna and I are apparently in a fight or something. I started to like someone based off of what I know, and then I found out that Jessika liked them, so I stopped talking to them for about three months. A few days ago, I saw an Alkaline Trio quote, so I went to instant message the person to say "I like that song," or something, and it was the guy. He and I start talking and hit it off. Jessika is bum-out fucking fine with it. I feel bad and stop trying to feel what I feel. THEN, Jenna says how it's bad (She said it, dammit) about what I'm feeling, so I tell her my side. . not that it fucking matters. I want to scream. Now, she's on the phone with Jessika, so I can only imagine what she has to say about me. As idiotic as this entry is, I'm writing it. Fuck. When she pisses me off, what do I do? Shrug it away and try to fucking help her, but I guess I'm unreachable. I don't think she cares. She knows I'll forget this fight when she has no one to turn to. Good ol' fucking Ashleigh. See, this is why I need to die, or go away. .
Ashleigh Current Mood: frustrated
|Sunday, August 31st, 2003|
|This is what it's about, right?
obiwan (Star Wars) Which jedi are you destined to fuck?? brought to you by Quizilla
Jeez, it's shocking how many "are you punk?" Quizzes come up. Do you really need to take a quiz to find out where you are on the ____-o-meter? DO YOU NEED A ____-O-METER!?! How about you. . .go with your ears and eyes? Ah well. Sleep time.
"I'll kiss your open sores" - Thanks Nirvana, I love that quote.
Ashleigh Current Mood: sleepy
|Friday, August 29th, 2003|
|Cold late night
So today was alright. I ate some cheerios and a pretzel. I spent most of the day cleaning. I took a bath and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was up to my lips in water, but I'm still standing. I shaved off my eyebrows again (That's right, Josh). They look better, so that's good. Rachael couldn't come over, and that's too bad. Lets see, I'm really in the mood for leaving. I crave Denny's. Give me $10 and I'm happy. Oh, Cathy picked up some pictures on the way home, so I'll have more online soon. Finally.
Ashleigh Current Mood: annoyed
|Thursday, August 28th, 2003|
|Come On Home
So today was a trip. I'm happy, I'm sad, I want to shoot my dad. Not really, I'm feeling better. I've decided that I don't need eyebrows. NO I DON'T. Nope. I can just glue stuff on. Yes, yes I can. Well, my friend isn't in jail! I don't know about Jeff, though. I hope he's not. I'm going to go for now.
Ashleigh Current Mood: energetic
|Thursday, August 21st, 2003|
|For those that don't read my deadjournal
Today blew. Alright, I woke up at 9:45 and read some more in Prozac Nation. Well, I went downstairs and got on the computer for a while, and then got a shower at 12:04PM. Um, yeah. I went to registration. I got German, but not debate. Oh well. I got the main class I wanted. Lets see, Grant and Jakki showed up, so I was hitching a ride with them. We went to McDonalds, then to Wal-Mart, and then to the mall. We dropped Jakki off and I said "Hey, Rachael's not answering her cell, maybe she went on a walk. Well, I remembered this place that Kevin, her, and I used to go to just hang out and talk. Well, Grant and I go down there, and there's this guy in the middle of the road with his dog. I say "Holy shit, slam on your breaks!" & so he does. Grant and I go swirving and start rolling. The car rolls four times, and I hit my head on the window, and then it crushes in my face. Jeez. Finally, the car stops rolling, and I start to try to open my door. The door won't open, so I'm shaking it. I didn't shed one tear during the accident. Well, I say to Grant "Holy shit, I'm getting out of your door, quick go!" He gets out and then I climb over and get out. I called Josh and Wakerdzon. Grant called Vikki's husband and Jakki. Jakki got there. The police, Anchorage Fire Department, and paramedics did, too. They questioned me and wanted to take me to the hospital, but I resfused. The cops were going to take me home in a cop car. I hate those things. Stupid things. Cathy shows up and takes me to the hospital. Aside from a "goose egg" on the back-right side of my head, scratches on my arms, legs, thighs, back, and ass, and then some bruises, I'm okay. *sighs* Shitty day.
I'm losing so-called friends.
Reese never liked me, and it's really showing.
I think Selena wishes she never knew me.
I have to be woken up every 2 hours to make sure I'm alive because my brain might bleed. Josh, the medical student, told me so.
PS: My daddy was in the paper over the weekend. Here's the article:
Police seek information about a man sought on sex abuse counts
Anchorage police are looking for Christopher Kim Coleman, who has warrants out for his arrest on four counts of sexual abuse of a minor. Coleman is 44 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has short brown hair and blue eyes.
Coleman may be living with a home where there are small children at risk of being sexually abused.
If you have information about his location, call Crime Stippers at 561-7867. Anchorage Crime Stoppers Inc. will pay a cash reward of up to $1,000 for information that results in the arrest of a wanted felon or the solving of a felony crime reported to Anchorage Crime Stoppers Inc. All calls are confidential. Do not approach any suspect. All suspects and wanted fugitives should be considered armed and dangerous. Current Mood: sore
|Wednesday, August 20th, 2003|
Hey there, hi there, ho there. I'm alive. Nikki stayed over last night. That was neat. Someone gave me a downer and I didn't realize that. Oops. I hurt, badly.
Ashleigh Current Mood: high
|Saturday, August 16th, 2003|
|That's all that you'll let me be.
So. . damn. Um, no more mohawk. It's all fuzz. . and some bangs. I went to see a movie with Jamie the other day. Yeah. . I didn't like it. She wouldn't see that Jason vs. Freddy flick, or the new Laura Croft, so . .we went to Freaky Friday. Horrible. Yeah, the "outcasted, oh-so talented, awkward, teenage, melodramatic, girl in a band, punk-rocker" couldn't get any more punk. Gee, her favorite band . .The Hives! She hated the White Stripes, because "like hello, get a bassist." Haha. .yeah. Well, they mentioned *The Ramones,* but what about Sex Pistols? HM? Eh, the girl playing her (Lindsay) did a pretty good job, though. I mean, she was very much so in to character (gee, she reminded me of all of those things!), and that must've been a confusing role. I mean, she had to play Jamie pretending to be her. Silly her. I think my favorite line from her was "Oh yes I can. Aaa, you're ruining my life. The world's out to get me!" Or something along those lines. Haha!
Jamie Lee Curtis was neat, though. She's a good actress. Hm, what else? She's experienced. Nice cast, good acting, just. . I wasn't in to the first Freaky Friday, either. Ah, it was okay. Shutting up!
Gee. . Matt got my letter. .and chain. No, no ring. Great, my old lip toy is now being kicked around by some stranger. *Shrugs* I can't beat anyone, I don't want to join them. Ah hell.
I want to be a slave to you all.
Sid and Nancy is coming on in. . . .seven minutes! Excitement. Now. . three minutes.
Today has been stressful, but hey, people have it worse. To those that really, honestly, and truly do have a very stressful day (job, people to feed, rush hour), thank you. Kudos to you!
Ashleigh Current Mood: crappy