You got these fucking hoes all up in my face, Shut the fuck up with that shit.

Got my formal dress, it’s exciting. I’m sure most people will have long “formal” dresses, but considering I’m not even the dress type of girl that is not happening. I don’t mind going over the top with frilly lace crap but long dresses are a waste of fabric. I personally would rather see a glimpse of thong on a chick now and again, it’s whorish but who doesn’t like to watch a whore dance with her panties showing every now and again? I’m not “lezzing” out at the moment, I’m just saying it’s not as fun to laugh hysterically at a whore in a long dress. Going with Lys should be fun, going with a legitimate date would be more fun but considering this stupid dance is in less than twenty days and I haven’t been asked I doubt that will happen. Needless to say Josh is an idiot for going to New Orleans for that week, Matt and Ben aren’t as good as me, that’s a lie they have weed.

*Fun Update*

Lys Got Her First Kiss

She really likes Jake a lot and I’m happy she’s dating someone she’s not scared to talk to let alone kiss. I get to meet Mr.DreamyMovieMaker this Friday. I want so badly to give him the “ you’re dating one of my best friends if you hurt her I chop of your dick” talk but I don’t want to make her first real, functioning relationship awkward. We’ll see how it goes soon enough and I can guarantee it will be another “Fun Update”.

*Shits && Giggles*

My hair is darker and has a red/purple tint, I now have nine piercing, I chopped of my hair, I’m calmer, and all around happier with myself. I believe this is a personal win; snap your fingers for me because clapping is obnoxious. Another giggly thing... me trying out for cheer leading. I will try and I honestly hope I make it, being a bit more “peppy” may be exciting, hah. Plus since I actually want to go to collage now it’d look good on my applications, wish me luck?

*one of those self-obsessed moments for you*

i took pictures, me in my dress and me with my very fuzzy white pussy.

...enjoy...

i cropped it a lot and it turns out it looks better when you don't know it's me. hah.

my kitty cat laying on me flat chest.

me peachers having an emo cat moment.

me with peach on me chest again.

so scared yet so fierce look.

tongue out.

look at how green my eyes look, wizard.

sitting on me floor.

yes, that's my bam poster in the background.

sitting on the couch in my room.

my skin looks cunckmotherfuckalicious.

half smile thing, ergh.

thank god your heart is too closed.

***A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH***

I do not carry a sickle or scythe.

I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold.

And I don't have those skull-like

facial features you seem to enjoy

pinning on me from a distance. You

want to know what I truly look like?

I'll help you out. Find yourself

a mirror while I continue.

-Death

(Markus Zusak, The Book Thief)

and when it comes undone, tie up the lose ends.

*My new years resolution written down… care less.*

I need to be less of myself, not to be someone else, but just come on a little less strong. I’m a good person I just let stupid shit get the best of me at times. I have amazing friends who will listen to my endless issues, I have a school where I can scream at the dean and only get told to lower my voice, and I personally don’t think I’m the ugliest person in existence… still I act like a needy little girl. I’m not grown, I’m not as mature as I could be, but I know that I’m old enough to be on my own and not have to depend on anyone but myself. No more clingy, pathetic little girl with a shit ton of pointless drama around her, more confident, more happy, more bubbly, more responsible, more of me knowing who I really am and showing the world I’m better… Ashley.