It's the end of the world as we know it...and I feel fine...

...the day that no one thought would EVER happen has finally dawned on us...I am giving away all of my old books...
...yep, I'm talking Saddle Club, Thoroughbred, Goosebumps, Animorphs (the two or three that I owned). EVERYTHING. It makes me a little teary eyed to think of it, but they've brought me by being in my life long enough...now they can bring me joy by clearing out space in my closet..mwahaha...

What precipitated this...drastic change? I'd like to say it was some sort of brilliant, existentialist moment where I realized my childhood fiction novels were holding me back on an intellectual level, but we all know I'm a far more shallow person then that and my reasoning behind this sudden decision is every bit as shallow...

...after much negotiation, my dad agreed to teach me how to drive a stick if I cleaned out my closet...you have no idea how revolutionary this is...the fact that I don't know how to drive a stick is like a tranquilizer for my dad...he knew that as long as I didn't actually have the knowledge necessary to drive the Viper, it (and the rest of the world) was safe. Now, however, his safety net is gone and he must live every night in FEAR. MWAHAHA. I feel like I shouldn't be this happy over this...but I am..oh how I am...

...on another note...today, the Curry kids tied me to a lawn chair and locked me outside the house...god I missed them so much...it's good to be home...

A Green Day mix is playing in my ears...

...so, if you've spoken with me anytime since Monday, chances are that you learned of my little condition...

...if not...well...somehow, I managed to get bitten by a spider or some other sort of insect...the bite got infected and...dum dum dum...Ash got cellulitis! It was kind of disturbing...waking up Monday morning and looking in the mirror to brush my teeth to find my half my face and neck swollen to twice their normal size. Yeah, basically, I thought I was going to die. Poor Nick had to bear almost the entirity of my frightened wrath that morning (very sorry about that..even though he doesn't read this blog). Went to see Dr. Heiland who tactfully informed me that I was a ridiculous drama queen who was not going to die before quickly scribbling out a perscription for antibiodics and Vicodin (for the pain...god it hurt a lot)...with the help of the Vicodin the pain subsides enough for me to speak with as much clarity and coherency as I can normally muster (not much, mind you), but my dad was LOVING it when the meds were drifting out of my system, because then in addition to the loss of the foggy state of mind that the Vicodin gave me, I also lost all ability to talk...and as he likes to say (to everyone he meets) "Ash was a great kid until she learned how to talk...she hasn't shut up since then" so he's been basking in my silence...taking this opportunity to say pretty much everything that I'd never let him get away with if I had the ability to convey my...opinions...

...to sum pretty much everything up...
Cellulitis: 587
Ash: -12

Oh...and for anyone who's interested...the humidity is making my hair turn into an afro...maybe I won't get hit on at gas stations anymore...

Friction, Baby- Better Than Ezra (I have an entire CD stuck in my head and I want to cut off my ears, stuff my mouth with garlic and rip off head)...

...mad props if you get this reference...if you don't, well, your loss...

So, after going sailing with Dave today I've come to the conclusion..sailing is pretty damn awesome but I really should have drank at least some water, when I got back home I had mild dehyrdration and had to crash for a few hours...all the while mom was poking me saying "Are you OK? Do you need anything? ASHLEY! Wake up! There's a special on the history channel about King Tutenkhamen and they have evidence proving that he wasn't murdered! COME OUT OF YOUR STUPOR AND WATCH IT WITH ME!" I heart my mum.

Anyways...when I finally woke up, my dad was back inside from working out in the yard all day doing something vague and noble that no one but him really understands the true importance and significance of. It was the first time I'd seen him all day and I was astonished by how ridiculously tired the poor man looks...you know the line from..who...Coleridge? The Elegy Guy? I'm not sure...one of the hundreds of British poets....anyways...he said "The world is too much with me" and that pretty much sums of the appearance of my dad...very haggard, I was incredibly shocked. I think it's always kind of hard when you realize that your parents, just like everyone else, are mortal human beings who make mistakes. Between keeping up a full time job and doing so much work to the house...the man is more or less exhausted all the time...

Anyways, I'm starting to ramble..the point of this is to inform pretty much everyone that my parent's are officially planning to sell the house next spring at the latest. By "sell" obviously I mean put on the market...but if the fact that we've already had offers on it and we've never even had it up for sale before is any indication, chances are it'll go pretty fast. As of yet my parents aren't sure where they're moving...so while there's a chance they'll stay in York, there's also the chance they'll move to Rocky Mount, North Carolina.

Oddly enough, I'm actually really glad for this. I'm sorry but the simple fact of the matter is that WE DO NOT NEED AS MUCH SPACE AS WE HAVE. I'm in DC most of the year, and this is probably going to be my last FULL summer in Pennsylvania, regardless of where my parents end up living (I'll be in France for half of next summer and after that I'll be starting work on 2 theses, and I gotta say...the Library of Congress is a hell of a lot better than Martin Memorial...). The amount of living space per person in this house is simply ridiculous.

So basically...while I will certainly miss some of the memories attached to this house (aka my dad nearly burning it down, sending Ben and Rich out to "fetch" Cody that one time at New Years, swimming in the moonlight, learning how to reverse in and out of the garage, bringing home Cody for the first time and letting him stumble into my mom and dad's bedroom, so he could win over my dad, my druggie neighbors stealing the change out of my car) I've come to realize this year, it's not where you live, it's who you live with. All those memories are more attached to the people than to the place and those I shall carry with me forever.

Good bye, not-so-beloved-at-all Oakwood Estates (though I will certainly miss some of my neighbors), too often have I feared "accidently" driving my car into one of the gates in a fit of rage...no longer shall you taunt me every time I forget my clicker and have to schlepp the half mile back to my house...Now my daddy will get a chance to sleep...

I miss the sea gulls...a lot...

So, I'm home from North Carolina, and rather exhausted. I got in around 11 last night, hugged my dog, said hi to my dad and passed out on the couch, as is my usual summer tendency. NC was an awesome trip, it was good to see Kat and Avon/Outer Banks in general was aaammaazziinngg. However...I learned several life lessons on this vacation, and I'd like to share them with you, children of the internet.

Life Lesson No. 1: When Ash travels anywhere, BAD things happen.

To make a long story short, something bad always happens when I leave the Great State of Pennsylvania for a vacation. This time, it affected my travel plans. A lot. When I tell you this...you're not going to believe it...it just seems so ridiculous...but here goes...
...I took a train to North Carolina because it's cheaper and easier than driving or flying. It's typically a 5-6 hour train ride. Mine took 8 hours. Do you want to know why it took 8 hours? THERE WAS A FOREST FIRE IN ASHLAND VIRGINIA. You're smart people, I don't need to remind you that forest fires a) don't really happen in Virginia and b) only happen in August and September, after extreme droughts. You probably get the irony, but to make it worse...the purpose of this visit was to visit Kat, who just happens to be a PYRO. The irony was just too much for me to bear and the guy sitting next to me though I was insane as I burst out into hysterical laughter. This, my dear friends, is just more proof that I am karma's bitch.

Life Lesson No. 2: The South is not warm all the time, contrary to popular belief.

Everyone has seen it. A southerner shivering and shaking in November, while we Yankees skip around in shorts and tank tops saying, rather arrogantly, "you haven't seen anything yet." Never again will I mock the temperate weather of the South, because guess what people...IT DOESN'T EXIST. The first night in Avon, it was so cold that I shivered half the night away. Kat's dog Rusty barged onto my bed at one point to look out the window. I was so cold that I was ready to grab him and force him to cuddle with me for warmth. Thought I was going to freeze to death. The next morning, Kat (ever the sympathetic one) upon hearing my story of woe, proclaimed "DEAR GOD, THERE WERE BLANKETS AT THE FOOT OF THE BED!!!!" For the record I'd just like to say that even if I'd known there were blankets at the foot of the bed I could not see them for without my contacts/glasses I am BLIND AS A FRIGGIN BAT.

Life Lesson No. 3: It takes all types to make the world go round, you need someone to throw into the fire.

Yeah, southerners are kind of scary. Drunk old fishermen stalk the beach at night and I saw a Toyota 4 Runner elevated on MONSTER TRUCK TIRES OF DEATH ripping around the parking lot of a Toys R Us. It was an unpleasant experience, and I'd sleep much better at night if I knew those people were biologically uncapable of ever reproducing. Le sigh. Despite the fear, most of the people I met seemed very nice and polite, a good change from the GET-OUT-OF-MY-WAY-I'M-MORE-IMPORTANT-THAN-YOU attitude that's associated with the land above the Mason-Dixon Line.

Life Lesson No. 4: This one doesn't really get a title...for most people it would probably be kind of obvious...

To attract as little attention as humanly possible, wear very very baggy tshirts.

Life Lesson No. 5: I do...but I don't...

I think the most horrifying part of the trip was when I actually watched a Lifetime movie. Furthermore, I now understand Kat's obsession with them, and will not be adverse to watching another one at some point in the future. They're just so bad, but you get such odd satisfaction in screaming at the television and throwing things at it, thinking, in your mind, that maybe the objects would somehow go through the television and hit the idiot characters in their heads.

Despite the comedy, it was a fantastic trip. Seeing a baby sea gull at Gullshoal (sp?) and going to Ocracoke was definitely worth some of the other more insane occurances of the trip.

So in conclusion...FRILLY PEACH DRESS

Listening to the only approrpriate song I can think of right now...Home by Breaking Benjamin

Hmm...first post from the land of the Amish, potholes and Starlite Diner...
...yes, I am referring to none other then the infamous land of York, Pennsylvania. I won't lie. It's good to be back, my brain is slowly degenerating to the point where I'm just at functioning level and that would make me happy, but true emotions are forbidden in the land of I-don't-care-about-anything-but-getting-a-job-and-relaxing.
...yes, it's also true that I miss the District but summer's looking good and I'm excited to meet up w/ some of the YCers. However...I'd just like to point out something that I think is incredibly important...
...today I went to the Galleria to buy a new pair of flip flops (damn you Nike! straight to hell with you!! YOU DIED ON ME AFTER ONLY A YEAR OF HARDCORE USAGE! That's completely unacceptable. Your predecessors lasted at least 2 years before the dog destroyed them!) At any rate...I went to the Galleria to buy flip flops and exchange a skirt that had a stain on it. As I was wandering around the Gap (because sadly, it eats my soul) I took note of the manequins (sp?). Have you figured out what I realized yet? C'mon, you're a smarter bunch than that...
...ok, drum roll please...

...NONE OF THE COLLARS OF THE MANEQUINS WERE POPPED!!! Not a single one. Furthermore at this exact moment I also realized that I had not seen a single popped collar since I returned home. I did not entirely know what to do with myself, so I just gawked at one of the fake-polo-shirt wearing manequins for a while before doing a little dance.

Now, you may ask, did the lack of popped collars actually merit the little dance? Well, probably not...but, combined with the realization that I have yet to see an iPod while in York? Yes. That DEFINITELY merited a serious little dance.

MWAHAHA!!!!

So...while York may not be the vortex of culture on the east coast...I think it's safe to say that at times its refreshing to be away from mainstream America...

...and there's the added bonus of the absolutely beautiful stars...and the fresh air...and the silence...

Well, the two-day Hellathon is over. 3 written finals within two days of each other? Two of them the hardest tests I had to take this semester? It was not a pretty sight, but it's over. I did my best and I'm fairly certain I did pretty well. I beat Critical into a pulp, then I riverdanced on its grave wearing cleats, that much I'm sure of.

Despite the stress and unnecessary drama, the year's been a good one and worthwhile. It obviously hasn't all been rosy (I'm trying to stop looking at past events as though everything was perfect) but I've learned a lot this year, both from people and from profs (yes, there is a distinction between the two) and I'm quite content and happy now. I'm also glad to be going back home. I shall miss the District and all it's inhabitants, but I also miss my Yorkers, the fun times and memories we share. Furthermore, my brain needs to diiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee. I just want to get a meaningless job, relax and have fun this summer. No thought required. Just ability to function as a normal human being.

But before the brain deterioration sets in...let's go ahead and list out things I've learned this year (who knows? Perhaps it will help those who read this who have not yet left for college...maybe not. The experience is different for everyone. Maybe it'll make you chuckle, maybe not, but it's all things I have discovered to be ridiculously true).

Rule No. 1: You're going to get locked out of your room. A lot. At least one of these times you will be forced to schlepp downstairs in a towel after a shower. It's not that big of a deal. It happens to everyone.
2: The first few weeks are going to be hard. You're going to be desperate for friends. The people you hang out with the first weekend will probably not be the people you hug good bye at the end of the year.
3: You're probably going to make at least one or two friendships that are not meant to last. Once again, you're starved for friends and in a completely alien environment. It's natural and normal, accept fate and move on with your life.
4: No matter what you do, no matter how good your communcation with your roommate is, he/she is going to come home at a very odd hour indeed and catch you at a very inopportune moment. Thus goes life.
5: No matter how good about getting your work done in advance in high school, no matter how much you SWEAR YOU'RE GOING TO CHANGE, you will end up writing a 20 page paper due entirely the weekend before it's due.
6: Aforementioned weekend will become known as "The Weekend of DEATH"
7: People, when they get pissed at you, actually will de-facebook you, take you off their LJ friends list, remove you from their AIM list and the like. It may seem ridiculous and childish, but that's life. It happens.
8: Fire alarms suck. But they build character. Nothing tests a person's resistance to the temptation of murdering everyone with in a 2 block vicinity like being awoken at 4am by a screeching fire alarm. (Yes, I say this as a north sider who has had a grand total of 3 alarms).
9: Profs actually aren't evil (most of them). They assign so much homework because they honestly believe that their area of expertise matters as much to you as it does to them. (I think this is a bit of a lie...but I need to keep believing in it so that I can sleep at night...there's just no other explanation).
10: There will be something you get so excited about studying that you just have to email your prof at 4 in the morning to bounce ideas off of him/her. The prof will love this and praise you for your enthusiasm, not mock your insanity.
11: Beware viruses. They will haunt your soul and destroy your memory (literally).
12: You're going to change. A lot. Some of the changes will be for the better, some for the worst. All of these changes are fundamental to your evolution as a human being.
13: When you have your first nervous breakdown (and you will have one) don't second guess yourself. Think about what you need to do to make yourself better (whether that be calling a friend or curling up in your bed crying) and do it. No second thoughts.
14: If you're going to school where it snows, steal trays from your cafeteria and go sledding.
15: Something that you hold very near and dear to your heart, some sort of ideology, is going to change. Drastically or not, remember: change is good and necessary, it's the fear of change and refusal to change that's bad.
16: You will talk about random things with your friends at 3am. You will theorize on how to destroy or save the world.

Well, there are my trinkets of wisdom (or lack thereof). Good bye my dear District, good bye dearest friends, I will see you in August. At which point I hopefully will regain some sanity.

This is your life and it's ending one second at a time.

So...as most of you know, I have an unhealthy obsession with many things. Russia, for one. I have an inexplicable love for all things Russian. Another thing that I'm strangely obsessed with is death. Maybe it was because I wrote a paper on death, entirely the night before it was due, that ended up being 18 pages long and got a 100% on it. Perhaps it was the fact that I lost an important member of my family to the cold, calculating cluthes of Grim Reaper every year from the age of 5 to the age of 17. Or who knows, it could have been the fact that I gave my grandfather's eulogy. On my fifteenth birthday. Then mourned his death for over a year. Call me crazy, but it could have been a combination of all these factors. Regardless of the cause, the result is the same. I'm slightly obsessed with the afterlife.

I've always said that in order to truly live, you have to feel death entirely. That doesn't mean you have to fight it, kicking, screaming and clawing out the eyes of the Angel of Death. It simply means that you have to embrace your destiny, accept when it is your time to go (that means no extraordinary means of life preservation. Come near me with a feeding tube and I'll take you down with me) and try to remain in a semi cognizant state (that means avoid the painkillers).

I've also always said that I do not want to live for an excessive amount of time either. To see all my friends and my generation leave, to be a burden on my family, that is not for me. Past the age of 80, give me a damn cyanide pill. It's the quality of life that counts, not the quantity (cliche, I know. Deal with it).

However, while I have no desire to live past the age of 80, that DOES NOT MEAN THAT I WANT TO DIE AT 19!!!!! I say, quite frequently actually, "this may kill me yet" but I think today I said it and I actually meant it. I have no less then 12 separate assignments due this week. It's probably going to total around 50 pages of writing and a LOT of studying for Statistics. Maybe it's retrospect playing it's nasty little mind games with me again, but I do not remember the end-of-the-semester crunch being this bad in December. Pretty it was not, but it COULD NOT have been this bad.

So basically...I can sum it up pretty simply. Are you ready for this?

Reason Number 875 I'm glad I decided not to take summer classes: MY BRAIN WILL BE FRIED AFTER THIS WEEK. Literally. Come Tuesday, I will not be able to speak a coherent, reasonable sentence.

So this shall be my last update before May, I believe. Unless something amazingly funny or life changing happens. Expect my next post to be something along the lines of the typical "This year went by so fast.." nonsense as well as much love for the people I've met down here.

A note to my beloved muse: Chiron, if you come anywhere near me with the MALLET OF INSPIRATION, inspiring ANYTHING but amazing, insightful and intelligent academic prose, I will set you on fire, dance through your ashes then put your remains in a graveyard so you can't return to life. I've been meaning to visit Arlington for a while.

PS: I'm really not insane. I know Chiron is not a living entity capable of being set on fire. Attribute it to insanity please, and continue on your merry way.

.Carpe diem.

Adieu

Goodnight goodnight you're embarassing me you're embarassing you so goodnight goodnight

Kay Spiritual Life Centre. Alias: The Cupcake.

The photo you see above is one of the many buildings that comprises American University. It is the Kay Spiritual Life Centre and is home to everything from Al Hillel (Jewish student’s association) to campus anarchists. Oddly enough the building has some of the best acoustics on campus, and so most of our school’s musical events (pathetic as our music department is) occur here.

The building has an oddly appealing architecture. The long and short of it is; it looks like a cupcake. Maybe the architect who designed it had a warped sense of humor caused by far too much acid in the 70s, or maybe he was just hungry when he designed the building. Regardless of the reasons behind the snack-cake like building, it’s an integral part of AU life and gives you something to look at when you’re sitting in the third floor of Ward, bored out of your mind, as your Western Legal Tradition teacher rambles about Hegel and Hume (no, I’m not bitter at all. Why do you ask?).

I for one am not sure who donated the money to have the Kay Spiritual Life Centre built. Obviously his name (or the name of someone he cared A LOT about) was Kay and obviously he was absurdly wealthy. But his motives for having this building installed? Who knows? I like to think, as I’m falling asleep at night (or glaring angrily at the ceiling, silently cursing my insomnia to hell) that he was a religious, right wing nut job who wanted to instill some sort of faith system into this otherwise agnostic/atheist filled campus. I smile, just a little bit, when I think of the Buddhist, Muslim and Hindu services held in Kay, right alongside the anarchists. I grin devilishly and ponder silently "he’s rolling over in his grave right now (or urn, whatever) ripping at the crepe or velvet lining of coffin."

At any rate...that was all just background information on the building. The real point of the entry takes place almost a week ago on Saturday, April 2, 2005. It was a dreadful day in D.C., absolutely pouring. Unrelatedly, it was also the day that Pope John Paul II passed on (may he find peace). As anyone who goes here knows, there’s always some sort of event occurring on campus, very few that the students actually care about, and this weekend it was some sort of music and arts festival/seminar-type-thing. As previously mentioned, because of Kay’s acoustics, a lot of the classes/events were being held there. At an unknown time, just as one of the seminar classes was ending, lightning struck the Cupcake. The flame on top of the building was struck by lighting and caught on fire. I’m beginning to think that the architect of Kay was not so much hungry when he designed it as COMING OFF OF AN ACID TRIP. Seriously. Look at the picture. No, your eyes do not deceive you. Extending out of the roof of Kay (aka the icing on the cupcake) is a GIANT METAL ROD SHAPED LIKE A FLAME. Anyone who lives anywhere on the east coast knows that while we get the occasional, summer long drought, this place is NOT THE SAHARA. We do, in fact, get thunder/lightning/electrical storms. A lot of them. I’m sorry but when you put a giant-metal-fork-like-thing on top of a building in the MIDDLE OF THE QUAD, what do you think is going to happen? Seriously. Put down the pot, acid, coke, crack or whatever your doing, get a pair of binoculars and look. Just look at that building. It’s an accident waiting to happen.

Yes people. I pay forty thousand dollars a year to go here. And guess what? I love it.

Sometimes my heart just sings...

I think this makes me happy because a) it was taken right outside a church and b) we all look stoned even though we weren't.

So...this has been quite an interesting week to say the least...Kat's friend Rick came to visit. He turned out to be QUITE the awesome human being and I'm truly glad I got the opportunity to meet/be-friend him.

I have another little lesson of life for y'all today. Perhaps I should just write a damn book already. But we all know I won't do that as I am far too lazy.

Anyways...let the story telling commence...
...once upon a time...

...OK, screw that...we're going to tell this story the RIGHT WAY, rather then the Grimm way.

So it's Thursday night, and Adam and I demand a re-match of Taboo against Rick and Kat (who utterly raped us in the previous game). Tom and Rob decide to join the game as well. Rob joins our team, Tom goes to Kat and Rick.

Long story short...Adam, Rob and I lost horribly (though Adam and I were really the only ones playing and playing well in our team) and somehow Rob convinced us to go back to his room and watch Family Guy (oh..that's right..he promised beer (which Adam wanted) and I hadn't seen Family Guy in forever).

Basically I don't feel like giving details but it was an odd night indeed and I think I finally ended up falling to sleep aroudn 6am.

I had class at 9:55 people. BBAAHH. GAR. ANGST. RAGE.

So basically I survived the day, but didn't get a chance to rest up at all for that night. I wasn't really planning anything...insane...but it happened. I ended up drinking Sex on the Beach w/ some absolutely wonderful people (Kathryn, Rachel, Kendra, Matt, Mike and Chris) for a while. HONESTLY I WAS NOT PLANNING ON DRINKING THAT MUCH. But the major folley with SotB is that the juice is so strong you can't really taste the vodka. Vodka, as most my college-going-friends will know, is pretty damn strong. So one minute I was pretty much sober, the next minute I was curled up in bed saying "Noo, noo, noo, I didn't mean to get this drunk!!" Then Rachel and I decided to go visit Adam. She (being an even lighter weight then me) was completely wasted and instead of knocking on his door said "AHOY!" Adam figuring it was drunken morons, didn't answer, so we went searching the lounges for him. I distinctly remember nearly falling into a door (much like the Texan) at some point here. So I decide to call Adam and the conversation went like this...
Adam: *answers* Well hi there Ash
Ash: *drunken* HHEEELLLOOO my darling Adam, and where are you?
Adam: my room
Ash: But we were just there...*begins walking back down the hall...Rachel passes and begins banging loudly on the door*
Adam: *opening door* Well I figured it was drunken idiots at my door...and it was..I just didn't know I was friends with them.
*Hugs*

At this point I kicked over his guitar accidently (luckily its a cheap one) and did a shot of SoCo (god don't ask me why). We chatted for a while then he came back up to the 5th floor w/ me to partake in the absolutely delicious SotB. Again, we watched TV for a while before I schlepped back to north where I proceeded to drunk IM Shea and then collapse into bed with a very mild hangover.

The moral of the story is pretty simply kids...if you're going to drink, make sure you get one hour of sleep for every drink you take.

Fast forward to Saturday night...Adam, Shea and I were going to watch Bio-Dome but Shea backed out so Adam and I just hung out..I think the highlight of the evening was when we were talking to Rachel online and we had her convinced a) that Adam (who was typing) was me and b) there were very dirty, naughty things occuring. I'm posting part of the conversation here (SNs edited for anti-stalking purposes):

Rachel (12:10:29 AM): BOO
Rachel returned at 12:10:29 AM.
catori sedai (12:10:50 AM): Boo right back at you, beeyatch!
Rachel (12:10:57 AM): lol
catori sedai (12:11:07 AM): In fact...Dudley Boo Right bakc at you!
Rachel (12:11:35 AM): haha
catori sedai (12:12:47 AM): haha. Sorry, i'm feeling odd at the moment. What's up?
Rachel (12:13:03 AM): not much
rachel (12:13:15 AM): i just got done stuffing myself on chinese food with sara
catori sedai (12:13:49 AM): Ah, to be stuffed...stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey
catori sedai (12:13:55 AM): or a Christmas turkey
catori sedai (12:13:58 AM): or a porn star
Rachel (12:14:02 AM): yes lol
catori sedai (12:15:36 AM): sorry, im slightly drunk and apparently when im drunk i turn into adam.
Rachel (12:15:53 AM): you're drinking AGAIN?
catori sedai (12:16:09 AM): yeah, apparently adam's a lush too
Rachel (12:16:17 AM): you're drinking with adam?
catori sedai (12:16:38 AM): sorry rache, im actually kidding, im not drinking yet but adam is here
Rachel (12:16:53 AM): lol
catori sedai (12:18:00 AM): So, how was little Rachel this fine morning?
Rachel (12:18:10 AM): i was fine
rachel (12:18:20 AM): except that i woke up in chris's room, completely confused
catori sedai (12:18:39 AM): You just made Adam spealk in tongues!!!!
Rachel (12:18:53 AM): why?
catori sedai (12:19:23 AM): he laughed. very hard. and ash spilled water down her shirt.
catori sedai (12:19:28 AM): it was cold and unpleasant.
Rachel (12:19:31 AM): LOL
Rachel (12:19:52 AM): i think you have been drinking just a tiny bit
catori sedai (12:21:14 AM): No, it was just water, not rum...delicious, delicious rum...sweet mother of all that is good, giver of life...my lover...and I like percodan too
Rachel (12:21:32 AM): ash....you ok?
catori sedai (12:22:35 AM): adam has taken possession of my soul....anything i say is said at his discretion
Rachel (12:23:40 AM): lol
Rachel (12:23:51 AM): omg im gonna come over there and find out whats going on
catori sedai (12:24:07 AM): Okay; but there's nudity..and gymnastics
catori sedai (12:24:23 AM): Seriously though, you're perfectly welcome
Rachel (12:24:35 AM): lol
catori sedai (12:26:33 AM): c'mon, join the naked fun
catori sedai (12:26:36 AM): you know you want to
Rachel (12:26:46 AM): no, you and adam go ahead having sex
Rachel (12:26:49 AM): i'll stay right here
catori sedai (12:27:20 AM): but adam's sitting here covered in whipped cream and he's quite delicious
Rachel (12:28:22 AM): OMG ::throws up::
catori sedai (12:28:55 AM): you're hurting his feelings and hes now ashamed of his nakedness...much like the biblical adam

And that my fellow Internet Children, is the end of yet another long, angsty, odd and slightly confusing cycle of the Life of Ash. Tune in next week to watch Rick kidnap Ash and forces her to spend eternity as his soulmate (Rick, please forgive the plagarism, that just made me chuckle so much).

Addendum #1: Chiron continues to happily bash me over the head with the beloved yet dreaded MALLET OF INSPIRATION.

Sleep deprivation, muscle relaxers, objects of destruction, the realm of academia and cute, furry creatures

So...this past weekend I got approximately 6 hours of sleep between Friday and Saturday nights. Yes. You heard me. 6 hours. I was MISERABLE.

But more to the point...future roomie told me an issue that she has been having w/ me of late (the fact that I a) double book and b) back out a lot on plans that are supposed to be definite). She's right, I have been doing that a lot and it needs to stop. It's rude and inconsiderate of me and I'm trying to change. If I'm not sure that I can come, I'll say as such rather then say that I can without a shadow of a doubt...BUT ANYWAYS, I digress. The point behind this is that, quite simply, Kat and I will be OK as roommates next year, namely because we can both confront each other easily when we have issues with the other. So yay.

So, Sunday night comes around and I decide to stay in, take a muscle relaxer and go to sleep early. This all changed though, when Chiron began happily bashing at EVERY APPENDAGE ON MY BODY WITH THE MALLET OF INSPIRATION. For the first time in a while I was overcome with this desperate need to write. And write I did. Twas absolutely beautiful and as I finished my last sentence there was some hardcore happy dancing going on. If you're interested in reading this, let me know and depending on who you are, I'll let you read it.

So around 1:30am, I finally put down my pen and crashed into bed (literally, I turned out the light, misjudged the area of my bed and smashed my head against the wall. Smart, I know). On Mondays I don't have class until 11:20, and as I go to my first class every day in my pajamas, no matter what time of day it is, I usually don't get up until 11. So, I'm happily skipping through the lavender and gold world of dreams when "Ragdoll, livin' in a movie!" blasts through the otherwise silent air (my ring tone) at around 9am. I stumble out of bed and crawl to the phone on my bureau and blearily glare at the name of the person calling me. "MOM" I believe the first words out of my mouth were "WHO DIED?!?!" In all honesty, I thought my dad died or something. My mom and I have an agreement. SHE NEVER CALLS ME BEFORE 12pm. Ever. Basically for whatever reason she thought I'd be awake, apologized profusely and let me go back to bed. *roaring* However, I went to call her back later today to ask if Dad wanted anything specific for his birthday. And I can't get ahold of her. So now I really am fearing that someone has died. Angst.

So other then the unpleasant awakening of this morning, I'm quite good. Course registration soon. *Dance dance* for for classes w/ Drs. Bennett and Kane. I might even talk myself into take an SIS class again (after the 21 page paper of doom last semester (see November entry) I swore I'd never take another one of those again. But Human Rights, China Japan and the US as well as the Contemporary Middle East all look good. Who knows?

I'd also like you all to take note of the fact that I update much more often now. I know my faithful followers...*ahem*...readers take great joy in that.

Second note: I will start posting more pictures in here, as soon as I stop being such a lazy arse.

Third note: For my health and sanity and for your health and general ability to live, please do not mention dreary days and statistics in the same sentence. Due to trial-and-error testing earlier today, it was discovered that this induces homicidal/suicidal urges in short people w/ wavy blonde hair whose name is Ashley.

Fourth note: Vodka is not my nemesis. Rum is currently my nemesis, the vodka may very well displace that. I'm still wondering how the smirnoff ice got into my fridge...

Fifth note: I WANT A CUTE FURRY CREATURE TO CALL MY OWN!