Well, I just realized something that has made me inconsolably upset.

At some point, without my realizing it, my Coach wristlet was stolen.

There wasn't any money or valuables in it or anything like that...but all of the notes that Greg has written me were inside of that little pouch.

I'm guessing someone was drunk, opened my purse, said "Hey, look, a Coach pouch!" (as I carry my camera, iPod, and cell phone on me at all times during parties for fear of theft), and decided to take it.

What pisses me off is that they didn't put the notes back once they realized there was no money in the wristlet. Honestly? Keep the goddamn thing. I didn't pay for it anyways, I found it and kept it when no one claimed it. The notes were obviously important to me.

I'm not quite angry anymore, honestly, just kind of sad that I'll never see them again.

Meh.

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Ignore the fact that I look like a skanky ho/myspace slut in that picture. Look at the shirt.

It used to be a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. And it was extremely baggy. I bought it a couple months ago, never wore it because it didn't fit right/the collar was uncomfortable, and last night I looked at it and was like "Well, shit, this is a cute Zepp shirt, god damn would it be a WASTE if I didn't wear this..." and opted to make a tube top, but then I decided that I wear TOO MANY tube tops and well, I made a halter top instead and I LOVE THE WAY IT CAME OUT AND FITS AND SQUEE ASHE IS PROUD OF HERSELF :D

In other, pointless news, I was called hippie trash last night by someone who shall remain anonymous.

This is what I have to say to that, thanks to my mentor in the ways of pot culture:

Hippie trash? The FUCK yes I am.

You call me a pothead? I'm going to quote Tino's friend Mike on that one. "Pothead" is kind of like the word "nigger" to us. We use it affectionately towards one another, but it's most unwelcome when someone uses it with the intent of offending us.

I feel sorry for those poor souls who look down upon the lifestyle, because they really are sadly misinformed. What people don't realize is the fact that there is a wealth of culture centered around the drug, and that habitual marijuana users are, more often than not, the most ingenuous and intelligent people you will ever come across in your life. Think about it. A pothead, a REAL pothead will look at virtually any object within reason and be able to make a bong or a pipe out of said object. A real pothead will be able to figure out how to control the air flow in a room, using physics, in order to ensure smoke escape. We're constantly thinking of new devices and methods to best utilize the plant, aka get as high as we can with as little weed possible. Hello? Gravity bongs?

Whenever I smoke, I get the most fantastic, brilliant, wonderful ideas. I do my best writing when I'm stoned. I sleep beautifully the nights that I toke a bowl before I go to sleep.

Also, in addition to all of that...

Drinking makes you belligerent. It makes you lose control of what you're doing. People who drink to get trashed thrive among negative emotions, get angry, and if they drink too much, there's getting sick on top of it all, along with the threat of alcohol poisoning and all that bad stuff.

Me? I would much rather, MUCH rather pass a bowl around, listen to some Zepp and socialize. You don't get sick from weed. It's physically and chemically impossible to OD on THC.

I've stopped drinking to get trashed because of marijuana, because I would much rather, MUCH rather be high than be drunk.

And that's all I have to say on the subject :D Excuse me while I pack a bowl and make me a grilled cheese :D

I ate my first full meal in like a week today.

I've been living off of Ramen noodles for about four days, and I went out to eat, and I got this cheeseburger at IHop, and it was the most succulent piece of meat that I've ever eaten in my life. It was so tender and juicy and they can cook meat rare there which is like catching a rare pokemon with me. Ooooh my gods, it was delicious, it was positively dripping blood and just NOMNOMNOM. Judge away. I think I'm part werewolf because I like my meat so rare.

The best time was at Fire and Ice where they cooked it so rare that it was hot on the outside and slightly cooler in the middle. UHUHUH. So. Fucking. Good. Don't even lecture me about it not being healthy, so don't care, it's delicious. :D

Don't know IHop, guys, that place is bomb.

Anyways, I'm not hungry right now and it's a very good feeling. I think I've been so on edge for the past week or so BECAUSE I was hungry, and had no cigarettes.

Speaking of which, does anyone on my FL smoke marb reds?

And have noticed that they taste...soapy lately? 0.o

Well, here's the deal. Greg used to rock skinny jeans every single day...black ones. He legitimately had about 15 pairs of the same pants. Lip Service brand, skintight emo kid Hot Topic shit. (Don't judge. It's not because he's trying to be a scene kid, it's because he's legitimately thin enough to pull the look off. Why not, you know?)

One day, he decided he was sick of wearing black all the time, and went on a grand adventure to replace every single pair of pants that he owns.

And...he did it. He went and bought one pair of equally-as-tight Lip Service jeans for every black pair he owns, except his new pants are all bluejeans instead of black jeans. Don't ask me why he sought to REPLACE said black pants, I'm guessing it's the OCD. x_x

Anyways, he didn't want to wear the black ones anymore so...he gave them to me. I now have fifteen pairs of tightass black jeans. Which I do love to wear, but really? Fifteen pairs?

I keep two of them to wear around. (And damn do they look cute on me, if I say so myself, I love being the same size as him. It's SO convenient.) The rest...well...

Helllooooo, fabric!!!

I just spent the last four hours working on a skirt.

See?



It's not as uneven as it appears in the photograph, I'm just exhausted and can't do anything at the moment, lol.

Everything is actually sewn on, I know the cross looks like it's just kind of chilling, lol.

I'm proud of myself, I haven't really made clothes since high school when we all had that Fruits phase. I mean yeah this still needs work and it's definitely not the best thing I've done but I at least made SOMETHING. To someone who hasn't really sewn in ages, this is an accomplishment, lol.

:D


Love the way it fits, too. It's tight at the waist and it flares out like a schoolgirl skirt :DDD

Intensity is on FearNet.

I haven't thought about that book/movie in a very long time, and when I saw it I instantly sat down and watched both parts. I babbled incessantly to anyone who'd listen about how much of a badass Chyna Shepherd is as a character and how much I love her. She really is quite the badass, too. I remember in the book how she busted herself out of the chair she was tied to, driven by her determination to save Ariel, completely fucking herself up in the process...ah, she's so, SO cool. They really couldn't have picked a better actress to portray her in the film, too. Yeah she looks a bit old, but she was fabulous, she had her down pat.

I want to read it again, but I appear to have misplaced my copy.

There's a very funny episode of South Park on.

Also, this made me scratch my head a bit.

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What's up with this noise? Why would they do that? What is the point of seeing what Anne Frank would have looked like had she lived? What about all the other people who died in the concentration camps? o_O

Yeah...not much else to say. Distracted Ashe is distracted...

OH HAI GUYS.

I HAVE A TYPING/ASSESSMENT TEST ON TUESDAY.

AS IN MY BROTHER'S COMPANY ACTUALLY *LOOKED* AT MY RESUME.

AND CALLED ME IN FOR AN ASSESSMENT FOR THEIR OPEN POSITION.

AS IN I HAVE A CHANCE AT A REAL JOB IN A CALL CENTER.

What do I do?

Typing assessment? What does that mean?

HOW DO I NOT FUCK THIS UP?!

I think the only thing better than having sex to this song is listening to it while it's pouring rain outside in the middle of the night, going 90 down a highway with a cigarette in your hand.

Yes, I've experienced both of the above, which turns the song from love to EPIC fucking love.

Video response to meme to come tomorrow. I'm exhausted from work and am too tired to even take off my uniform.

GOD I love this song...

Well, today was lots and lots of fun.

Our whole crew went out on a hike through Borderland. I hadn't been there in an extremely long time and Greg had never been there period, so it was a great experience for the two of us. Heather and I were kind of the tour guides because we knew the most, so we were pointing out little sights and things, like the mansion and the swimming pool and the farmhouse.

Of course, silliness ensued. At the beginning of the hike, Heather and I played the "point out places we could be potentially having sex at right now" game, and I had the chance to take a LOT of nice pictures (which I'll get to in a moment.) We played fetch with Gabby's dog and had a great time out in the sunlight and the nice weather. Ian frightened me several times. By that I mean he kept randomly shouting profanities and galloping through the fields. 0.o He also was running after the tennis ball (like a dog, might I add, it was pretty funny XD) and like, vaulted over my shoulder, which is relatively sore right now XD He also found a stick that resembled a pitchfork and prodded me with it, misjudging how sharp it was. I have a rather ugly scratch on my lower back as a result, lol. So I've been joking about how he's caused me more unintentional harm than anyone XD

Gabby's brother wore Patrice's sweater. It fit him. Amusing, as Patrice is tiny. :D He also at one point became the coat packhorse for everyone. I wasn't wearing a coat, thankfully, but Greg started whining, so I took his for awhile. Allow me to say that no one should underestimate that jacket. It may be a biker's leather, but it's heavy as FUCK and I was sweating within five minutes of wearing it.

We wandered all the way to the end of the park, to the main road, and had to turn back, but on the way Ian thought of a name for a band. His idea was Syndrome of a Downs. Naturally, jokes in bad taste were made, which I won't repeat XD

Well, maybe just one.

Paul: *imitating the guitar in Down with the Sickness*
Ian: *does the same, but in the re-re voice, so it's like "dee dee dee dee dee! dee dee dee dee dee!*

And then the lyrics of the song were completely reshaped and reworded and it was just...wrong. But so, so funny. XD

We took a rest at this condemned farmhouse, and Greg instantly became fascinated because that's how he is around old buildings. Immediately, he began searching every window, door, and crevice for a way in, until Gabby looked in one of the windows and pointed out that there was asbestos inside. Like, OBVIOUS asbestos. So that stopped us from trying to get in, lol.


Later, we finally made it to the little farmhouse thing that I'd been wanting to see all.day, and we determined that it would be a sick little party spot for future bonfire nights. All agreed. We just have to figure out how to do it. Maybe we can go in the summer in one car and fuck the fire idea. Ehhh, don't know, we'll figure it out, I'm sure.

Well, here are the pictures! Teaser is of course my favourite shot of the day, featuring the loverly Heather, and Jett <3



( Blue sky to forever, nanana anyone notice how this song is different in DDR? Less guitar? Shut up, James, don't you dare say anything XD )

• I want it to be summer again already, so I can go to the beach with my girls, smoke a jay, and chill out by the water. Mmm. Let's get a hotel there this year, guys!
  
• Highest temp is gonna be 53 degrees this week. Spring, where art thou?
  
• I start training at the country club later this week as well...I'm anxious to begin.
  
• Remind me to get a gym membership, kay?
  
• Saw the video for Desolation Row at long last. Gerard has black hair again, yay! XD I don't think I like that song, though. We'll see about the new album.
  
• Script is coming along. I took the weekend off, but I'm going to work extra hard tomorrow.
  
• I'm getting a large, stuffed alligator tomorrow. Yayness.
  

Okay, so yesterday I experienced the most romantic moment of my life.

Nick and Alex showed us these hobo trails up Blue Hills. They're off the main path, so there's no pavement anywhere that way. It was an extremely difficult climb because it was 75% straight uphill with rocks everywhere, and considering that I'm a smoker and didn't stretch before we started the hike, I was in brutal agony before we even made it halfway up. However, once we made it to the pre-designated "chill spot" that Alex had scoped out, it was DAMN well worth it. Not even going to describe how beautiful it was up there, because I think the pictures I took did it justice. The view was SPECTACULAR. We made it right when daylight was dying, and the sunlight shone like tarnished gold through the trees.

The four of us passed a blunt around and smoked it right there on the overlook. It was really good weed, so I got high really fast and was positively entranced by the beauty and splendour of the place. It was the PERFECT spot to chill and smoke. However, it wasn't too long before I got stupid.

Example:

Me: *as Lenny is tossing his empty nip on the forest floor* I just had a thought.
Alex: Yeah?
Me: You know how you're walking in the woods and you find bottles and cigarette butts?
Alex: ...Yeah?
Me: We're TOTALLY the people who leave the bottles and cigarette butts!


We chilled for a good long while up there, but then came the time for the climb down.

Oh. Shit.

Has anyone tried to do ANY kind of strenuous activity when they're high? Because I hadn't before yesterday and I don't think that climbing down a fucking MOUNTAIN was a good place to start! It was SO ROCKY on the way down, and I was positively fucking horrified that I would slip and break my head open. Everything was wobbling and I was under the impression that the rocks were moving away from my feet.

I got so scared that at one particularly perilous crag that I had to scoot on my butt because I was dead convinced I would fall. Alex recorded it. It's probably going to end up on Facebook. Oh well.

There was another point where we had to go UP to get DOWN, and there was legit NO solid ground. It was ALL ROCKS. I was so scared that I could not move. Greg was looking at the incline and commented that if someone were to fall, they'd in all likelihood die, and it freaked me out so bad that I just didn't even want to climb. He had to help me up. Haha.

We finally made it out of the woods (lol) and Greg and I rocked the fuck out to Jimi Hendrix as we drove around looking for a place to get dinner. We went to that cute pizza place in Randolph, but it was SO BUSY we HAD to leave. And then we went to Viet Grill, but it was closed for vacation! I felt like we were on a White Castle quest for food! Chinatown was open, so we went there, and I got so much food. The tidbits platter. And I ate almost all of it.

On the way to get alcohol, we were listening to Sublime (which is actually good music when you're high, I've come to realize) and we had a legit Yo Mama Fight. Not even kidding. We got into it, too. We were really so stoned that we had a legitimate Yo Mama Fight.

Um, Jake's practice space, dicking around, they were all drunk and made one good improv song, and the other was just....fail.

I'm taking Greg to get the caterpillers his eyebrows did today :D

Also, text me, lovelies!

New phone # is 1-781-408-9675

So I just got back from seeing The Last House on the Left.

( My thoughts. )

Also, Lisa and I went tanning for the first time together today. It was fun. I burned, though. Didn't realize it until a minute ago, but yeah, my thighs and bikini line are fucking ROASTED. They're red today, but I know my body, I'll have nice colour by tomorrow morning.

I have disgusting tan lines though, because I was iffy about getting into the tanning bed butt-arse naked. I went in just wearing my panties and I came out going BUUUH at the STRIP of white over my vajayjay. >_< I also have tan lines on my FACE due to the little sunglasses stickers they give you, which is even grosser and more weird looking.

My boobs look totally fab, though, I will say that with confidence. They tanned to a nice, warm colour which I am very pleased with.

Also:

( Ashe is blonde. Oh. My. God. She looks like one of those GRUNGE guy's girlfriends.... )

God I missed being a fake blonde. It really is the perfect hair colour for summer. I fancy I look like Courtney Love or Maria from SH2. Got my eyebrows done this time around as well.

Yui on full blast. Drunken singing. Happy times, good vibrations, and talk of marriage.

Hee hee hee.

My smile's so wide, it's like my heart will burst open.

My deduction about Twilight?

I started the film fully expecting to despise it, as I read about two chapters of the book and was appalled by how poorly developed and snobby Bella Swan happens to be. Plus, "BEAUTIFUL SWAN?"

( However, shockingly enough, I actually...enjoyed the movie. Yes, I know I'm disowned. )


I also liked Forgetting Sarah Marshall. That movie was fucking HILARIOUS.

"I hate your music."
"Yeah, well I fucked the housekeeper yesterday."
....T_T!

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*bounces up and down with excitement* Hotel party this weekend, yippee!!!

Also, randomly, I had a thought about Hamlet when I was reading it before bed last night.

What if Gertrude was like, totally cheating on her husband with Claudius? And that's why she was so passive about his passing?

XD

What's up, FL? I feel really, really stupid at the moment.

( Normally, I consider myself to be a moderately intelligent person, but Apocalypse Now makes me feel really, really dumb. This is what I THINK is going on, but could someone help me out? )

Someone please explain this movie to me in layman's terms, because I seriously have no idea what's going on with it. I guess I'm just stupid. More than willing to accept that possibility. :-/

I had the most lovely day today.

We went for a pleasant hike up Blue Hills, and after that we went out to the little league field. I sat on the bleachers with Gabs, Heather, and Patrice, and us girls smoked butts and talked about girl stuff while the guys played football.

I also took a little detour into that old graveyard in Stoughton and took some good photographs. Pictures to be up soon, as I found one of those pipes in the graveyard...the ones that people put into their coffins for fear of premature burial. Lots of old graves and even a few open tombs. It's a beautiful, peaceful spot and I'm glad there's one right here in town.

It was just a really nice, Dazed and Confused kind of day. Made me so happy. I love sunlight and nice weather and good friends.

It was $20 for admission at Alex's for two people. I thought it was only $5, but it turned out that price was solely for daytime hours, and considering that we got there at 6PM...yeah, we got charged $10 apiece. So that was rape number one on Greg's part, but he didn't complain because it was my idea to go to a strip club and he wanted to make me happy.

Rape number two came with the drinks. The cocktail waitress was absolutely charming, and not in the fake sense, either, she was legitimately an extremely nice girl. However, for his Corona and for my red bulls (one drink minimum for 21+ folks, two drink minimum for under 21) it cost him twenty-two dollars. Twenty-two dollars! Now, I have a friend who used to work at Alex's, and she told me that cocktail waitresses quote their own prices for drinks, in order for them to make a profit. Obviously dudes aren't going to tip the waitresses, their attentions are focused on the dancers!

Do the math. Red Bulls are what, fucking, $2 apiece? And let's throw the Corona at $5, despite the fact that a six pack is like $7. That's $9 something alltogether for drinks. Her ass made a thirteen-dollar profit. So that was $42 down the tubes for him, and two red bulls for me which I barely touched.

It was a good time. I liked watching the girls. I wasn't really turned on by too many of them, as they simply weren't my type, but I legitimately enjoyed watching the way they moved. All of them were so graceful, so sinuous. Long legs, tapered off by spiked heels. Smooth skin. Plastic smiles and empty promises. There was this one man, we observed, who approached every single girl that came on stage for a personal performance. He was so sketchy. My favourite was this absolutely beautiful blonde girl, who had a tattoo of a fairy on her side. She was the only one who wasn't disgustingly thin, and she had a lovely smile. I approached her to tell her that I liked her ink, and she seemed put-off by my compliment. Her eyes were nervous when she thanked me.

We didn't notice until the end, but there was a table with a pole right next to where we were sitting. A girl got up on the table to dance, and, weirdly enough, I feel like she was coming on to me. o.O Yeah, we were in a STRIP CLUB and obviously these women are gonna do anything for cash, but REALLY? She went out of her way to make eye contact with me and totally ignored the other guys that came up to her. She even ignored Greg, and HE was the one with the cash!! It made me uncomfortable for some reason, so we left.

And that was me losing my strip club virginity. I want to go again. Hell, I want to fucking WORK THERE!

Kitty won again. ^_^ I'm only gloating because I made that icon in perhaps...three minutes. And I was very distracted while I was doing it, too. I mean, I'm not trying to show off, not at all, but it really surprises me that I got so many votes. The other entries were so much nicer than mine this week, I thought. Even more surprising, the difference between votes on my icon and the first place winner was one. 19 to 18. O_O

Sad that I have to censor my own livejournal. I have a lot to write about, but I'm too worried about the grapevine complex and who may or may not be reading. Heh.

Anyways, I watched Hannibal Rising again tonight. It was a lovely evening. I mooned over Gaspard's win!acting skills quite a bit. Poor baby. I just want to give him a hug, take him home with me, tuck him under my blankets and just...pat his hair. =[ (klytaemnestra, you sympathize, right? We had that chat about Harvey Dent after all XD) I mean yeah Lector's a psychotic, murdering cannibal but I just want to hold him.

That film really is beautiful, though. After seeing Silence of the Lambs again and seeing HR again after, I was able to notice Lector's little...idiosyncrasies. The eloquence, for one, and the ability to read into peoples' motives and just...call them out on their game. Also, the knack for art. I'm very glad that it was incorporated in HR because it was such a huge bit of Silence. Subtle shit like that. I want to read the book. Anyone? Was it good?

Gaspard is such a good actor, and he's so, so hot. I don't care how fangirlish that is, he's fucking dope. That scar gets me, and the German accent (even though Gaspard is actually French, surprisingly enough.) Mmmph O_O

We have microwaveable Elios pizzas. Excuse me.