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prom could've have been much worse.
At least I looked halfway decent...
After finding out my boyfriend wanted to fuck another girl, he proceeded to tell me that he had popped some beans right before we got on the boat. Rad, right?
Totally.
Ugh.
He's constantly fucking with my head and I can't take much more. I really do apologize for ruining your prom. I think the best part of my night was watching Mr. Jones get the piss scared out of him by the boat's horn. Made my night, for sure. I didn't even get to make up for my shitty night at an after party. Nope, I stood in a Sweetbay parking lot, then went to Dan's to sleep. 100% sober. Now that's some good, clean teenage fun for you, Mr. Eller.
Speaking of Mr. Eller, I miss him a lot. I heard he was kinda stupid and told his girlfriend that he was out to dinner with family, when he was really with me, watching the last Panthers game. :( I don't understand why he had to lie to her in the first place. If I were Kaita, I would've been a little upset, however it's not like we were up to no good. He was my best friend, I was with him all the time, I just missed him. I missed this:
I cried when he called me for the first time in ages, and now it's back to him being gone. He meant so much to me. He still does. It's hard just seeing him in the hallways. I really hope we resolved some things at prom? I don't know. I've been reminiscing too much lately. :/
Things will never go back to the way they were. The one thing that stays constant is change. Oh, the irony.
Anywho, Buttfish, you will never be forgotten...
is the only good thing about mondays. Unfortunately Monday Group only occurs once every other Monday :(
We talked to Commissioner Judah today... I really like him. You should vote for him whenever we vote for stuff like that.
Oh check out the Monday Group Myspace! www.mayspace.com/mondaygroup
I'm extremely scatterbrained tonight.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Sooooooooo excited for school tomorrow.
That was sarcasm for those of you who took me seriously.
I can't stop thinking about him.
I need a webcam... For Skype... For Daniel...
Always for Daniel.
My Daniel!
My Ashley!
I'm a duck.
was interesting, for sure! It was Katreena's 21st birthday. We had a limo, liquor, you know, the works. As you all know, I'm not 18, and yet I managed to get into two clubs with my awesome car accident story and some new friends with connections. Us girls looked amazing and the boys knew how to get down. We went to Ultra first. There was practically no one there, but we had so much fun. I got someone kicked out of the club... You should never ever hand your vodka and tonic to someone who's underage. The bouncers liked me though, thank God. Vision was a little harder to get into, but one of the girls got the DJ to get me in, for free. T'was amazing. We danced and danced, drank, and danced some more. Two boys tried kissing me in the limo, but I was a good girl. I'm not really into cheating, especially drunk. I got offended when one of the boys, who had already made out with Brittany, wouldn't stop. It was a good thing it was almost 3 in the morning and we were going home. What ducks. Oh man! Then I had to literally break into my house through a kitchen window. I felt like a secret agent, or a ninja, or a robber, or something along those lines.
I went to bed around 3:30 and was promptly awoken at 6:30 to go fishing. Odd compared to my typical Sunday mornings. Oh well, we took Star out on the boat with Dave, my mother, and my brothers. Sean was the only one who caught a fish. The rest of us caught oysters and algae. Awesome. I started to feel sick, for obvious reasons. That's when I turned to my friends. You know, those people who are supposed to have your back, help you in times of need. Today I realized I do not have friends who would do anything for me. All I needed was a ride home, but not even my own flesh and blood father would help me out. Believe me, it made my day. I'm really frustrated just thinking about it. Fuck.
I'm going to have to get back in the swing of things. I had a livejournal once upon a time, but let's call it a thing of my past. Um, today I got dragged across the sidewalk by a freaking tank of a boxer! (I'm talking dogs, not giant men with gloves, by the way.) I have a terrible case of road rash and I broke the shoes I'm wearing to prom. For those of you that saw it, it was hysterical. I'm not going to lie, and I give you permission to laugh at my expense. Had it been someone else in my four inch heels being dragged by a dog, I wou;d have laughed as well. In fact, I distinctly remember laughing at myself while lying on the ground, bleeding profusely...
Anywho, I figured I needed some place to vent since I don't have many friends who will listen. So hello online community.
