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Ashe Romeo [userpic]

Angel, I must confess...It's you that always gives me strength...

May 11th, 2008 (09:42 pm)
sleepy

current location: home
current mood: sleepy
current song: jack off jill-strawberry gashes

The constant force within my heart is you... )

Oh, and I know I've lost a few friends on here because they "can't take" me writing about my boyfriend and sex and relationships and whatnot. I personally don't see what the fucking problem is, considering that I put the explicit shit behind a cut, and if I want to write about my love life, I'm going to. Why? Because it's my journal. God, I hate LJ drama. These people know who they are. The ones who sent me angry/annoyed messages on FB. Yeah. Fuck you. I'm sorry I'm not emoing around my blog.

Anyfuck.

http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=4963&offset=25&page=2#comments

Look at these idiots trying to analyze Riders on the Storm..... *headdesk* I loathe stupid people.

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

!!!!!!!!!!

May 10th, 2008 (01:22 pm)
apathetic
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current mood: apathetic
current song: ATB-It's a Fine Day

I have worked there for ONE WEEK. ONE. And they called me, BEGGING at 9 o'clock in the morning today for me to work a ten hour shift tonight.

I'm not even supposed to be there today!

GRAAAOWR

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

.....sad.

May 10th, 2008 (12:37 am)
sleepy

current mood: sleepy
current song: ATB-It's a Fine Day

Why me and Greg really ARE married without the fucking certificate:

*while watching a comedy on HBO*

Greg: Ashe, PLEASE don't wear loud Hawaiian shirts like that when you're an old woman.
Me: Agreed. But you have to promise not to make a typo and call me "cunt" in the obituary, if I die before you.
Greg: *gets sad* Don't even say that. If you died and I lived I'd be so heartbroken.
Me: No, no, baby. It's okay. We'd both live a long time because we'll be the COOLEST old people ever.
Greg: Tight pants...
Me: Listening to J-rock...
Greg: I'll still wear the leather jacket....

*Channel surfing, he puts on The Messengers*

Greg: Sunflowers are your favourite.
Me: Yes. *singing* Eva flies away...dreams the world, far away...the good in her will be my sunflower field...
Greg: If I could, I'd buy you a whole sunflower field.
Me: *Watching the movie* Without the crows?
Greg: Nah. I want the crows.

*insert 3 some odd hours of us curling against each other, not sleeping but in a mutual state of almost-slumber. You know you've found someone special when it seems like his body caves to fit the shape of yours*

And that's what we did. We're losers.



Great song btw. I'm addicted. Friend Blair introduced it to me.

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

Ouija...

May 9th, 2008 (02:09 pm)
scared
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current location: home
current mood: scared
current song: nada

We burned sage. Thought it would be okay. It wasn't.

"What is your name?"
"IT."
"When were you alive?"
"NO."
"What do you want?"
"ASHE"

(None of these people know I go by Ashe. I wasn't even touching the board, just looking at it.)

"Why Ashe?"
"DEAD."

Me: Can we stop? Please?
Friends: Not yet.

"Are you going to follow anyone home tonight?"
"PERDIGAO."

(Which, by the way, is my boyfriend's last name. Which none of them know, and definitely not how to spell.)

"Why do you want Ashe dead?"

Nonsensicalism. Random letters and phrases and swearwords with no given link.

Nothing's followed me, my house is still pretty clean.

Just...

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

Ashe's brain is a scary place.

May 6th, 2008 (02:42 pm)
silly

current mood: silly
current song: SH4 OST-Cradel of Forest


  • Choose one of my characters
  • Ask him or her any three questions. Anything at all!!
  • He or she will answer accordingly. No matter what.
  • The questions may be asked either in character, or out of character.


The available list. )

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

:DD

May 6th, 2008 (02:23 pm)
hyper

current mood: hyper
current song: nada

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=4667782&blogID=387775147

YAY! YAY! They're touring in America! They haven't booked anywhere yet but YAY, ASHE MIGHT GET TO GO SEE UNTER NULL!!! *cavorts about joyously*

I'm working the graveyard shift at Cumby's, but that's otay, 'cos Ducky's gonna bring me California Pizza Kitchen for dinner. Yuuuumers. *excitement*

I'm working on a mood theme that everyone's gonna be jealous of. ^_^

Bought my wig for Soul Calibur cosplay. <3 More excitement.

The shoe thing works 0.o no supernatural annoyances last night. I SLEPT! I SLEPT! :O

Greg's all pissy because he can't see me until tomorrow. Lulz.

I have a litre of peach rum in my closet. Fucking word. I'm totally set if I wanna get drunk anytime soon (which will probably be this weekend. Cinco de Mayo festivities were already held at my place Saturday night.)Lol, and there's a shotglass chilling on my desk. Didn't clean up very well, did I?

I'm typing random, pointless crap because I'm lazy and I don't want to shower :D

What colour should I dye my hair next?

What piercing should I get first?

*boingboingboing*

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

Nana

May 5th, 2008 (10:01 pm)
awake
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current mood: awake
current song: olivia-solar halfbreed

Nana icon dump over at [info]redcarpet_grave. The answer is yes, I'm on a binge again. The latest issue made me really sad, though. =[

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

...

May 4th, 2008 (12:38 pm)
horrified
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current location: home
current mood: horrified
current song: HIM-(Don't Fear) The Reaper

Great night to start. Kings, sake, vodka, British accents, hookah, and general mayhem at my house. Everyone was feeling good and toasting me for throwing such a fun party. I was having a blast, too.

And then I saw one.

We were sitting in a circle, in the middle of my room, playing Kings, and Greg was sitting on the floor, in the doorway. He said SOMETHING stupid, just a retarded sexual innuendo type thing, and I turned to tickle him good-naturedly, and I when looked over his shoulder, down the hall, IT WAS RIGHT THERE.

It was standing right on the fucking landing, looking RIGHT. AT ME. YES, I could discern facial features. Its eyes were just so empty...and cold. And it didn't phase away. Oh no. It turned, visibly, and drifted back down the staircase.

I didn't quite scream, all I did was make this choked, whimpering sort of noise, but he knew. He knew the second he looked at my face and saw the fear in my eyes. I couldn't shrug it off, either. I was just...totally numb the rest of the party, and I kept seeing it in variations until everyone left. No one noticed but Greg, though, they were all too trashed.

By the time that Lauren, Alex, Mehow and Gabby finally left, Greg practically SCREAMED at Tony to go wait downstairs. So he did, terrified, the poor kid, and Greg rounds on me. The very first thing he asks me is "Is EVERY NIGHT a nightmare to you, Ashe?"

I just started crying because I didn't understand why he was so bent out of shape. I didn't make a big deal out of seeing what I saw, I try not to make scenes like that.

He felt bad when I started crying, but then he went on this...rant. Well, not really a rant, just...questions. He asked me what they look like. He asked me how often I see them. He asked me if they TALK to me, and when I said yes, they do, that just...that was IT for him. He froze. At that point, he was pacing, and ranting, as he's wont to do when he's heated about something, and then, he totally just stopped mid-stride, and visibly paled. I have never seen the colour drain from anyone's face that quickly.

All he said was "what do they say to you?" When I told him that I can't understand it, that it's usually too soft or too loud, he just FLIPPED OUT. He started walking out of my room, and was like "Ashe, I love you very, very much, but you're scaring the hell out of me. You need a doctor. You need medication."

I didn't say anything. I just sat there, waiting for him to leave, because honestly, I ask myself that same question every single day.

Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I do need meds. I don't know. All I know is that I see these fuckinggoddamn THINGS all the time and they scare me and I don't know what the hell I can do in order to make them go away.

Tony had come back upstairs, because he heard Greg yelling, and Greg told him to give us a few minutes. I was just sitting on my bed, shaking, unable to speak. What the hell was I supposed to say? "Do you think I'm crazy?"

He walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and kissed me on the top of the head. I didn't respond. He apologized. He said that he didn't mean to shout at me, but then he just went on a whole different rant. Without my saying a fucking THING. He paced around my room, telling me that there's no such thing as ghosts. When people die, they die, that's it. I am in an empty house, there's nothing here, I watch too many movies and read too many books.

I started crying again, because once again, he'd struck a nerve without trying to, and then he felt REALLY bad. He asked me if I was going to be okay by myself, and I said I'd deal with it because I always do. Do I have work, tomorrow, he asked, and I said yes, at seven in the morning. To which he started, because it was 1 in the morning at this point, and he said that I need to go to sleep.

"Honey," I said, "I've barely slept in two weeks."
"Can't you sleep with the lights on?"
"Doesn't make a difference."
"Shut the door."
"It doesn't matter."
"Well can't you CAST A SPELL or something?"

And that's when Ashe gets ripshit. I took something-piggy bank, I think-and HURLED it across my room. Watched it smash. And screamed that I can't cast a spell or something because I'm not a fucking witch.

I don't think he's ever seen me physically break something out of rage. He just stood there, gawking at me in complete shock. Tony, at this point had come upstairs again and was like "I need to go home, Greg."

I told him to go. He apologized again, and kissed me, and told me that if I get scared, to call him, call him no matter how late it is. I couldn't say anything to that, I just waited for him to go. He wouldn't let go of me for awhile, and asked me if I was sure I'll be okay. I said I'd fucking manage, and he asked me if I've ever said any of this to a doctor.

I told him to get the fuck out of my house.

And he did, oh boy, he hightailed it.

I called [info]moonsilverfang not too long after because I was hysterical. I was alone, and scared, and questioning my own sanity. He calmed me down, started to help me build a ward, and Greg beeped in ten minutes or so later. I answered, and he could barely say my name in greeting, he was sobbing so hard. He told me that I'm not crazy, he told me how sorry he was about everything and how much he loves me, but that the things I tell him scare the hell out of him.

So we're made up, I'm protected, but still afraid. I see them right now out the corner of my eye.

What can I do? I've tried everything, and if they're really ghosts and not going away, maybe I am crazy, maybe I do need a shrink. What the hell is wrong with me?

Help. Help.

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

So.

May 1st, 2008 (11:04 pm)
creative
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current mood: creative
current song: news

Guess who I'm now hot for cosplaying? Hm? Hm? *points to her icon*

So any input, people? I want to do her this. Yeah. >.>

Ashe Romeo [userpic]

You wanna be on TOP?

May 1st, 2008 (05:15 pm)
creative

current location: home
current mood: creative
current song: cradle of filth-bathory aria

Kyle once told me that I was *his* Nymphadora Tonks. Because I had a job interview and dyed my hair brown, and because I DIDN'T REALLY HAVE TO FUCKING CHANGE FROM THE PURPLE BECAUSE MY NEW BOSS TOLD ME PERSONALLY THAT HE DIDN'T CARE WHAT COLOUR MY HAIR IS, I am consequently a very, very moody metamorphamagus. Yes, picture. )

I totally auditioned for the Revue with Nightwish's Sleeping Sun, because I have zero vocal training and I was taking [info]lorie_dublonnet's advice that you can sound good when you try to match Tarja. Lol.

I know what you're all thinking. "Hey, Ashe? If you say you can't sing, then why is it that you want to start a band as a vocalist?"

The answer is simple, my friends. Singing on stage and singing in a band are two very, very different things. If this actually gets off the ground (and now it realistically might, because of what Gabby and I have been discussing.) then I plan to give people a motherfucking SHOW. It's not just singing. I'll growl, scream, flail about, whisper, mumble, laugh hysterically...whole nine yards. Music is art. I plan to use that to the best of my ability. Hell, the inspiration for half the music I write is derived from bands like Dir en Grey, A Perfect Circle, The Clash, The Cure, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, Evanescence, Kittie, and now Cradle of Filth.

Bathory Aria is one of the most brilliant pieces of music that I've ever come across. Read the lyrics. It's pure poetry, a beautifully composed tribute to a murderess with a constant air of sorrow, pain, and derision. And the way it's delivered...he screams throughout the whole twelve something minutes. He screams, but it's beautiful. I haven't "gone places" while listening to a song like that since I heard Ghost Love Score for the first time.

*sighs plaintively*

Okay, ramble over. God my computer has been pissing me off lately. Dropping the connection for no reason and whatnot.

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