Discovery Weekend

Last night Allison, Jordan, Nate, Ryan, and I went to Village Inn to have a patented Smoke and Pie break. This weekend I am going to Depaul to visit Gwen! Better yet…Krysta will be there at the same time!

This past weekend was Discovery Weekend at our ever favorite United Methodist Church. The four girls in my group were all really good kids. And when I say good kids, I mean like, literally, good. The kids that always tattle…my girls. The kids who’ve never done anything wrong in their lives…my girls. It was very hard for me to relate. In case you haven’t figured it out, I was never the good kid.

This year was a much different ride. We had about fifty kids, but they weren’t very outgoing. Sam and I were shot down more than once with our ‘repeat-after-me’ songs. I felt a sort of complacency among all of the kids. I think they were afraid of doubt, and afraid of questioning anything. They were also afraid to sing really loud. What they need to realize is that doubt is a good thing. I’ll possibly elaborate on said statement at a later time.

I felt a little bad that some very trusting church people were putting me in a position to lead these kids on the right road as if I could find it myself. I felt terrible about lecturing them on how they shouldn’t do anything bad when I was getting drunken phone calls from Cindy every five minutes, and knowing that if I weren’t at the church I’d be out partying, too. Knowing that I would be out at some random party, with a random boy, doing who knows what didn’t give me any confidence in my teaching. The problem lies in the fact that I won’t stop. It’s not worth it to me yet.

-Ashley

Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch a perfect world go by
We’re all looking for love and meaning in our lives
So we follow the roads that lead us
To drugs or Jesus



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Kelly, Lage, and my excellent adventure

After school today Kelly came to me with a problem. It turned out that she could not find her keys, and was afraid that she had locked them in her car. We walked out to her car only to find that she was telling the truth, her keys really were in there. They were ogling us from the passenger seat, as to say “Haha! You can’t reach me!” At least the window was cracked.

First attempt: Kelly tries to stick her hand through the cracked window. The window isn’t open far enough, and this fails.

We decide that this problem MUST be taken care of, and we go to my jeepjeep and find anything that could possibly help us open a locked car door. Kelly and I ended up with my ice scraper, a tennis racket, and a hanger.

Second attempt: Stuck the ice scraper through the window crack, absolutely does not work
Third attempt: Tennis racket. Needless to say, this doesn’t even come close to being the right idea.
Fourth attempt: The hanger. It looked promising, but by the time we got it stuck through the window, it didn’t really work out as well as we’d hoped.

A new strategy is necessary. The only plan we can devise is to find something really long and something magnetic to put on the end of the long thing. After failing to find people who’d have magnets we settle for Greg Lage and his pool queue.

Fifth attempt: Duct tape on the end of the pool queue in an attempt to stick the keys to it. This is unsuccessful.
Sixth attempt: Lage tries to get the pool queue to stick through the key ring and lift it up. This doesn’t work; in fact, he ends up throwing the keys onto the floor of the car, and fucking things up even more.
Seventh attempt: The pool queue is put through the crack in the window and maneuvered in such a way that it could pry open the handle of the door of the passenger side. Lage got it open just far enough that I could pull up on the handle from the outside. Victory is ours.

HOORAY! We were so victorious.
-Ashley

Hotel Rwanda

On Friday night I watched Hotel Rwanda. It is about the genocide that took place in Rwanda in 1994. A million members of the Tutsi tribe were killed by members of the Hutu tribe in a massacre that took place while the world looked away. I guess the film really focuses on Paul Rusesabagina, the manager of a four star hotel, and a real modern day Oscar Schnidler. He opens his hotel to refugees. And even after the economic collapse of the country he wakes up every morning, puts on a suit, and continues to fake business as usual, even when things get so bad that he can barely hold it together long enough to tie his tie. He saved the lives of 1200 people at great risk to his own. To see this film is to lament in human cruelty and to exalt the thought that there are those who risk their lives to combat it.

A man in the film, Jack, after being thanked by Paul for filming the genocide said, “I think if people see this footage they'll say, 'Oh my God, thats horrible!' And then they'll go on eating their dinners.” How true is that? How often do we watch the news, think about the horrors that are taking place, and then walk away. I know that there is really nothing that any one of us can do about it, but maybe that's just the attitude that gets everything fucked up in the first place. It's hard not to feel culpable.

-Ashley

Call you mom on the telephone
Tell her that you're coming home
Tell her there's not a chance
You're ever going to change the world.

Picture: Fitz and me

A picture of Fitz and me getting ready for prom

Shitty Day...X-Core!

It all started off fine. I got up on time and I had time to study for the many tests I had today. On my way to school I get fucking PULLED OVER. I am enraged. Though I was going sixteen over, he was “nice,” and bumped it down to ten over. Wonderful. Great. Fantastic.

I did tell God, “This better not be an omen, today is important!” It was an omen…x-core.

To chemistry: The tests in here are generally fairly easy. Today, it was not fairly easy. I don’t think I did well on the multiple choice part of the test, so we’ll see how the equation part goes tomorrow. Maybe I can still save my grade.

Skip ahead to fourth hour…American Lit. Oh dear I do not like Am Lit one little bit. If you don’t know the Graeve drama, you should ask. In this class I sat and stared off into space. Hooray waste of my life.

Skip ahead to sixth hour: Holy hell! Math test! I believe I also did very poorly on this wonderful exam on logarithms. Luke and I did manage to use these logarithms today at lunch to divide up the amount of cheese sticks we would both get. Log2(4) We started out with four, and by using logarithms we found that we both would get two cheese sticks. Fucking logarithms aren’t good for anything. So, I hope I didn’t get an F…my math grade can’t take another hit like that.

Next period, AP US History: I did well on the test we took yesterday, and I feel good about the essay I wrote. This was the one class that didn’t go along with the omen of shit.

AP Econ: We got every single answer for the second half of the quiz game wrong. I was near rage, and definitely ready for the day to be done.

Over all…no good. I’ll stop bitching now.
-Ashley

Baby we were making straight A's
But we were stuck in the dumb days
Don't take much to memorize your lies
I feel like I've been hypnotized...

Prom

Fucker, this thing just lost my post! RAGE

So, Prom was this weekend. It was one of the better Crystal Ball/Prom variety of dances that I've been too. The Band dance will always rule all dances for ever and ever, amen. Allison, Nate, Ryan, Jordan, Joe, Fitz and I went to dinner at Bistro Montage on Ingersoll. It was very nice, and the waitress was pretty helpful until she RAGED on us toward the end of the meal about wanting to split the check. It is perfectly legal to split it for 7 people, however she was insisting that it wasn't. The menu said 8 people was the max, by the way. Well, she was a bitch, no extra tip for her.

Prom at the Val-Air ballroom. There was a lot of rap music, but at least you could hear the words this year. Allison got kind of subborn and angry toward the end of the night, though she insisted she was fine. Aside from that there was very little drama, and it was fairly fun.

After prom wasn't bad either. Kelly and I brought Billy and Nick Mark as our gay Dowling after prom dates. I got wasted at the blow up obsticle course and at jousting. I gave Clance all of my casino money; she then proceeded to lose all of my casino money. Hooray gambling. I won $100.00 worth of Casey's gift cards. Hooray for 3.5 tanks of gas for my Jeep Jeep!

After after prom we went to K.Clance's to have breakfast. I believe Nick Mark ate pretty much all of the bacon before I got to have any. I am fairly bitter about that, but I'll live. I then proceeded to go home and sleep. Meanwhile, forgetting to set my clock ahead an hour and therefore waking up an hour later than previously intended and therefore being late for everything. Damn those time changes. BOO! I'll post pics of this prom experience later.

In other news:

• I am going to fail my math test on Thursday.
• Hopefully Nate will tutor me so I do not fail said math test.
• I have to take the ACTs on Saturday. Boo standardized testing.
• Krysta is coming home to stay with me on Friday.
• We are having a Package Deal reunion on Saturday at ISU.
• We will be taping alcohol to our hands. Hooray Edward 40-Hands!

-Ashley

Substitute me for him

Substitute my coke for gin

Substitute you for my mum

At least I'll get my washing done

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