Yeah, that is a picture of me in the corner. Why I put it up? I'm not sure...so people who don't know me personally can see me? I'm weird, I know. And yes, I'm playing with fire. Only cause it's fun :)
So, on another note, if I want to get an internship with a magazine or newspaper for next summer, I have to apply in the fall. That's insane! But it is incredibly fun toying with the idea of interning in a big city. Any big city: NYC, Washington D.C., Seattle...but NOT L.A. I truly hate L.A., and if you've been there, then you can most likely understand why. If you like it, I believe all that nasty smog has affected your eyesight. Oh....I just want to be a professional bum, I swear. A big city will be nice for that. Lots of shopping carts to sleep in and trash cans to start fires in.
I wonder if I will live in San Diego my whole life or if I will move around everywhere? I'd probably go broke staying in San Diego. Did you know: the average price for a house is $500,000 in San Diego? That is WAY too much. What, do they think we're all relatives of Bill Gates? I wish.
Alright, enough of this random-ass post that has no clear direction. But that is what web logs are for anyway, huh? It's like a release of the mind. No one can really judge me, at least not initially. It's just me and this blank screen, well, now it's full of all my nonsense.
Nonsense, that's one of my favorite words.............OK! Enough. I'm gonna go watch Love Actually or something (and avoid my homework looming over me at all costs).
6.16.2005
Oh geez
Jessica Simpson (gag!) has officially re-made "My Boots are Made for Walking." I used to like that song. Well, I still like the old version, but the Jessica Simpson gag-me version is not good AT ALL.
Number one, why does she have to oversing every song? I think she has a nice voice, but she ruins it by trying to impress the audience, or whatever the hell she's trying to do. Of course, she oversang this song, like all the others. I especially hate when she adds those oh-god-I'm-sexy breathy parts between the lyrics. Just use your real voice, then maybe I will respect you!
Number two, stop being a dumbass, Jessica. In an interview she said something to the effect of, "Oh my God. I was at a party and I heard this song for the first time. I had to write down the lyrics on a notepad. I was like, I have to remake this." First of all, how did you not hear this song before!!! Maybe I just grew up in an Elvis-loving household, but I probably first heard this song in second grade! Second of all, you fool, you didn't have to write down the lyrics on a piece of paper...there are plenty of electronic databases where it could have been found. Guess that flew right over her head.
I don't think Jessica Simpson is stupid. I think she just acts stupid, and it's really annoying. She insists on wearing less and less clothing, but still retains that she never wants to act like Britney Spears, cause that's not who she is. Well, that's who you're turning into, my dear. Yeah, you have the right to wear booby tassles, if you so feel like it, but stop the "oh I am so innocent, I'm a church girl" routine. Stop being a hypocrite. Then maybe I'll just make fun of you for doing a bad re-make.
Allright, I got that out of my system.
Number one, why does she have to oversing every song? I think she has a nice voice, but she ruins it by trying to impress the audience, or whatever the hell she's trying to do. Of course, she oversang this song, like all the others. I especially hate when she adds those oh-god-I'm-sexy breathy parts between the lyrics. Just use your real voice, then maybe I will respect you!
Number two, stop being a dumbass, Jessica. In an interview she said something to the effect of, "Oh my God. I was at a party and I heard this song for the first time. I had to write down the lyrics on a notepad. I was like, I have to remake this." First of all, how did you not hear this song before!!! Maybe I just grew up in an Elvis-loving household, but I probably first heard this song in second grade! Second of all, you fool, you didn't have to write down the lyrics on a piece of paper...there are plenty of electronic databases where it could have been found. Guess that flew right over her head.
I don't think Jessica Simpson is stupid. I think she just acts stupid, and it's really annoying. She insists on wearing less and less clothing, but still retains that she never wants to act like Britney Spears, cause that's not who she is. Well, that's who you're turning into, my dear. Yeah, you have the right to wear booby tassles, if you so feel like it, but stop the "oh I am so innocent, I'm a church girl" routine. Stop being a hypocrite. Then maybe I'll just make fun of you for doing a bad re-make.
Allright, I got that out of my system.
6.15.2005
Oh Tennis, Oh Life
Jaclyn and I are going to "attempt" to play tennis today. That should be a comedy show. Watch me get beat up by a little tennis ball, I'm sure it will happen.
arrrrrrrrrgh....that's all I can say to the idea of picking a career. I like journalism, but not newspaper journalism. So that leaves magazines, right? Picking something that seems so definite is a pain in the ass, like a tennis ball in the ass, if you will. I know what I pick as my major is not set in stone, but we can say it's sort of etched in marble. Marble is soft, and can be erased...I don't know what I'm saying. My mind is so jumbled and insane right now I'm probably confusing you.
I still love writing. But shall I make it my career? I don't know. With my major I can go into all bunch of different fields: PR, communications, adverstising and all that jazz.
Oh well, at least I get to play tennis today and clear my mind. I'm much too undecisive. Hopefully I don't get a tennis ball in the face (Jackizzle probably serves hard, that little blonde fool).
arrrrrrrrrgh....that's all I can say to the idea of picking a career. I like journalism, but not newspaper journalism. So that leaves magazines, right? Picking something that seems so definite is a pain in the ass, like a tennis ball in the ass, if you will. I know what I pick as my major is not set in stone, but we can say it's sort of etched in marble. Marble is soft, and can be erased...I don't know what I'm saying. My mind is so jumbled and insane right now I'm probably confusing you.
I still love writing. But shall I make it my career? I don't know. With my major I can go into all bunch of different fields: PR, communications, adverstising and all that jazz.
Oh well, at least I get to play tennis today and clear my mind. I'm much too undecisive. Hopefully I don't get a tennis ball in the face (Jackizzle probably serves hard, that little blonde fool).
6.14.2005
The Sky Ain't Fallin', Honey, But the Ground is Shakin'!
Earthquakes have always been really super interesting to me. Probably because they have the ability and power to take thousands of lives at one snap. Because there was ANOTHER earthquake that happened today in Northern California, I don't think I'll sleep until I talk about this.
This has been the 4th earthquake in the last 72 hours to hit countries bordering the Pacific Plate. That plate is a movin', suga, and it ain't pretty. The earthquake that hit Nor Cal today? A magnitude 7...that's not small, my friends.
What a lot of my friends have probably heard me talk about before is the Rose Canyon Fault, right here in San Diego. I think a lot of people write it off as nothing, but this fault shouldn't be ignored. The magnitude of it could literally be earth-shattering. Here is an excerpt from a report that explains this phenomenon futher:
This has been the 4th earthquake in the last 72 hours to hit countries bordering the Pacific Plate. That plate is a movin', suga, and it ain't pretty. The earthquake that hit Nor Cal today? A magnitude 7...that's not small, my friends.
What a lot of my friends have probably heard me talk about before is the Rose Canyon Fault, right here in San Diego. I think a lot of people write it off as nothing, but this fault shouldn't be ignored. The magnitude of it could literally be earth-shattering. Here is an excerpt from a report that explains this phenomenon futher:
Historic documents record that a very strong earthquake struck San Diego on 27 May 1862, damaging buildings in Old Town and opening up cracks in the earth near the San Diego River mouth. This destructive temblor was centered on either the Rose Canyon or Coronado Bank faults and descriptions of damage suggest that it had a magnitude of about 6.0.
Ongoing field and laboratory studies suggest the following maximum likely magnitudes for local faults: San Jacinto (M6.4 to 7.3), Elsinore (M6.5 to 7.3), Rose Canyon (M6.2 to 7.0), La Nacion (M6.2 to 6.6), Coronado Bank (M6.0 to 7.7), San Diego Trough (M6.1 to 7.7), San Clemente (M6.6 to 7.7).
That mother is gonna shake San Diego senseless. It's supposed to naturally move an inch per year, but hasn't moved in 350 years. So, when it does, it will be a huge quake and will hit our unsuspecting city hard. Here's a map of the fault line, and the precious places it runs through. Say goodbye to those pretty little houses in La Jolla, the Coronado Bridge and Lindbergh Field. The fault runs through all of them.
San Diego better open it's pretty little eyes. For even though the fault has a pretty little name, it's gonna cause a pretty lot of destruction.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
The minutes are ticking away until I have to start an eventful tuesday. Well, only two events--but they take up a lot of time. Summerschool, then work.
But I'm getting lazier with each tick of the clock. By the time tock rolls around, I might just crawl back into my bed.
What would I like to do today? Watch The Notebook, Bridget Jones' Diary, Romeo + Juliet and other assorted love-story movies while sippin' on some hot chocolate stuffed to the rim with marshmallows.
Or, if it ends up being hot today, I'd like to take a ride in my 84 Beamer and cruise down the 56 to Del Mar so I could get a glimpse of the devastatingly beautiful ocean. I love driving with the windows rolled down, as to achieve the messiest hairdo possible.
However, I cannot do either of those things today. I've got to go to work for the man, dammit!
Ok, so my manager is a woman, but that's besides the point. I'm speaking metaphorically here.
Humans are not meant to work themselves to a pulp. So why is my day consumed with work, papers and more work?
But I'm getting lazier with each tick of the clock. By the time tock rolls around, I might just crawl back into my bed.
What would I like to do today? Watch The Notebook, Bridget Jones' Diary, Romeo + Juliet and other assorted love-story movies while sippin' on some hot chocolate stuffed to the rim with marshmallows.
Or, if it ends up being hot today, I'd like to take a ride in my 84 Beamer and cruise down the 56 to Del Mar so I could get a glimpse of the devastatingly beautiful ocean. I love driving with the windows rolled down, as to achieve the messiest hairdo possible.
However, I cannot do either of those things today. I've got to go to work for the man, dammit!
Ok, so my manager is a woman, but that's besides the point. I'm speaking metaphorically here.
Humans are not meant to work themselves to a pulp. So why is my day consumed with work, papers and more work?
6.13.2005
Yeah, I have to talk about Jacko...
Of course I have to post about Michael Jackson. Have I even payed attention to the case this whole time? Nah, of course not. But when we were sitting in class (with computers) and some kid announced in the middle of a lecture that the jury reached a verdict, we had to turn on the T.V. to hear it go down. And it went down.
But first we had to wait for like 30 minutes while Jacko drove to the courthouse. The guy on the T.V. said, "it's a long way from Neverland to the courthouse." What a great quote, on so many levels.
When they read the Not Guilty verdict, I wasn't surprised. And for those that disagreed with that verdict, you can't say anything unless you're on the jury!!!! Since I've had the experience of being on a jury, I've gotten to see how flippin' precise the whole process is. You see every detail. In many ways, lawyers are like journalists--they get all the angles of the story and must make the best argument possible. So, my point is, that jury knows more about the case than we could ever fathom. They know every nook and crevice you could dig into.
Yeah, Michael Jackson is really weird. And I wish he could just be that cute little kid in the Jackson 5 again. And all the Jacksons have the same nose job (maybe they got a discount family deal?). Yeah, they're all weirder than weird. But that's not evidence enough to convict someone. You have to hear all the evidence and be on that jury, then you can decide.
Oh, and dude, check out this site. Apparently Jacko had it created so people could follow the case. It's a "bit" over-dramatized in the beginning, but what can ya do? It's Michael Jackson for pete's sake. The cool part of the website is the button that lets you play old Michael songs...of course I was rockin' to Billie Jean! Heck Yeah!
But first we had to wait for like 30 minutes while Jacko drove to the courthouse. The guy on the T.V. said, "it's a long way from Neverland to the courthouse." What a great quote, on so many levels.
When they read the Not Guilty verdict, I wasn't surprised. And for those that disagreed with that verdict, you can't say anything unless you're on the jury!!!! Since I've had the experience of being on a jury, I've gotten to see how flippin' precise the whole process is. You see every detail. In many ways, lawyers are like journalists--they get all the angles of the story and must make the best argument possible. So, my point is, that jury knows more about the case than we could ever fathom. They know every nook and crevice you could dig into.
Yeah, Michael Jackson is really weird. And I wish he could just be that cute little kid in the Jackson 5 again. And all the Jacksons have the same nose job (maybe they got a discount family deal?). Yeah, they're all weirder than weird. But that's not evidence enough to convict someone. You have to hear all the evidence and be on that jury, then you can decide.
Oh, and dude, check out this site. Apparently Jacko had it created so people could follow the case. It's a "bit" over-dramatized in the beginning, but what can ya do? It's Michael Jackson for pete's sake. The cool part of the website is the button that lets you play old Michael songs...of course I was rockin' to Billie Jean! Heck Yeah!
6.12.2005
Infactuated with the Idea of Love
So I have this dvd buying addiction, I think. I've bought 3 in the last 2 weeks, I think. But they are all movies that I adore.
The one I bought today and watched repeatedly the whole day (while avoiding my report for summerschool)? The Notebook, fo shizzle.
I looooooovvve The Notebook. But it also makes me bitter. It makes me want a love like that, but I have no where to go and no one to find it with. It's movie-love, or ideal love. Doesn't really seem real, but I want it to be real. I want to find that love.
This must sound funny coming from a 20-year-old. But I'd rather just skip the equation and head right over to the solution. God, could you just send me the guy I'm gonna marry right now? I'm sure God is snickering at that question. If only life were so easy.
And not everyone marries, I know. My aunt isn't married. But is she happy? I'm not sure that I know. It's not even about getting married, it's more about getting love.
I'm making a circular argument here, aren't I? It just doesn't make sense. But nothing rarely does until it's experienced, I suppose. This isn't about wanting what I can't have, but more about wanting what seems natural to humans--the ability to love and have love. To me, that seems to be the greatest thing a human can do.
The one I bought today and watched repeatedly the whole day (while avoiding my report for summerschool)? The Notebook, fo shizzle.
I looooooovvve The Notebook. But it also makes me bitter. It makes me want a love like that, but I have no where to go and no one to find it with. It's movie-love, or ideal love. Doesn't really seem real, but I want it to be real. I want to find that love.
This must sound funny coming from a 20-year-old. But I'd rather just skip the equation and head right over to the solution. God, could you just send me the guy I'm gonna marry right now? I'm sure God is snickering at that question. If only life were so easy.
And not everyone marries, I know. My aunt isn't married. But is she happy? I'm not sure that I know. It's not even about getting married, it's more about getting love.
I'm making a circular argument here, aren't I? It just doesn't make sense. But nothing rarely does until it's experienced, I suppose. This isn't about wanting what I can't have, but more about wanting what seems natural to humans--the ability to love and have love. To me, that seems to be the greatest thing a human can do.
A Wonderful Wake-Up Call
My alarm clock this morning? A freakin' earthquake! Yeah, that's right. A magnitude 5.6 that had an epicenter in the desert near Palm Springs (in Anza Borrego). It could be felt from Ensanada (Mexico, for those of you that don't know) to L.A.! Well, yep, we felt in in San Diego, most def.
Did it have to be 8:40 in the morning, though? Mother Nature is an earlybird, I'll tell ya that.
What a lot of people here don't know is that San Diego is in for a big one. It's called the Rose Canyon Fault, and it'll take a big toll when it decides to move.
Who ever said geology wasn't interesting?
Did it have to be 8:40 in the morning, though? Mother Nature is an earlybird, I'll tell ya that.
What a lot of people here don't know is that San Diego is in for a big one. It's called the Rose Canyon Fault, and it'll take a big toll when it decides to move.
Who ever said geology wasn't interesting?
6.11.2005
A True Love Lasts a Lifetime
I've always loved the Foo Fighters. Simply, they kick ass. They have a kind of classic rock feel that is satisfying down to the bone. There's something about primal drum beats and great guitar riffs that brings out the animal in me and makes me truly smile. It makes me want to tear something apart.
And whaddaya know? They're coming out with another great album. "Best of You" is a great single.
The thing I like the most about the Foo Fighters is the lyrics to their songs: they are tough, touching, tear-at-your-heart lyrics. Really these boys (or dave grohl) have mastered the art of singing about sappy subjects (such as undying love--everlong!!) and making it sound super cool so girls and guys alike can sing along. That truly is kick ass. Eh, and I don't have to say it--I'm sure the boys and their fans know it already.
I will make sure to go buy their album on June 14th.
And whaddaya know? They're coming out with another great album. "Best of You" is a great single.
The thing I like the most about the Foo Fighters is the lyrics to their songs: they are tough, touching, tear-at-your-heart lyrics. Really these boys (or dave grohl) have mastered the art of singing about sappy subjects (such as undying love--everlong!!) and making it sound super cool so girls and guys alike can sing along. That truly is kick ass. Eh, and I don't have to say it--I'm sure the boys and their fans know it already.
I will make sure to go buy their album on June 14th.
Procrastinating before being shipped off to work...
Why do people feel the need to act so stupid on T.V.? We need to ban all reality shows, I swear. Or maybe, heh, I should stop watching them.
Yeah, maybe that's the better plan.
I'll be glad when regular school starts back up and I'll be much too busy to watch T.V. (even though, ahem, I'll have time for the internet).
And now I have to go to hell, I mean, work. I'd rather watch people deal with snooty, I'm-better-than-thou customers than experience it first hand today. But that's life, eh?
Yeah, maybe that's the better plan.
I'll be glad when regular school starts back up and I'll be much too busy to watch T.V. (even though, ahem, I'll have time for the internet).
And now I have to go to hell, I mean, work. I'd rather watch people deal with snooty, I'm-better-than-thou customers than experience it first hand today. But that's life, eh?
6.10.2005
My Childish Ways
Deviating from all my nonsense talk about the future, let me talk about the present (what an idea!).
I'm told often by people of all ages that I'm mature for my age (whatever that entails). I do have an immature side, however. I have a problem when it comes to emotions, basically when I get mad.
I don't throw tantrums, I don't spit at anyone (although that would be amusing), I don't kick or scream. I just become silent. I think I do this because it really tends to get to people. Especially because I'm usually so cheerful. Keeping a stoic face tends to get on people's nerves. After 10-15 minutes of people asking me questions when I'm pissed off, and me answering with one word, un-ashley-like answers, people get this exasperated look on their faces and say, "Ashley, what is wrong with you?!"
That's when I proceed to piss them off more and answer, "Nothing," with that same stoic face. It's like a stupid game that I play with people.
Isn't that really immature? Yeah, I realize it. But it's how I deal with anger. I guess it's my way of sending major signals that I am not happy.
I bring this up because I was doing it tonight...and I realized my immaturity half way through. I'm not sure how to go about stopping it. I guess realizing it and writing about it is the first step.
I'm told often by people of all ages that I'm mature for my age (whatever that entails). I do have an immature side, however. I have a problem when it comes to emotions, basically when I get mad.
I don't throw tantrums, I don't spit at anyone (although that would be amusing), I don't kick or scream. I just become silent. I think I do this because it really tends to get to people. Especially because I'm usually so cheerful. Keeping a stoic face tends to get on people's nerves. After 10-15 minutes of people asking me questions when I'm pissed off, and me answering with one word, un-ashley-like answers, people get this exasperated look on their faces and say, "Ashley, what is wrong with you?!"
That's when I proceed to piss them off more and answer, "Nothing," with that same stoic face. It's like a stupid game that I play with people.
Isn't that really immature? Yeah, I realize it. But it's how I deal with anger. I guess it's my way of sending major signals that I am not happy.
I bring this up because I was doing it tonight...and I realized my immaturity half way through. I'm not sure how to go about stopping it. I guess realizing it and writing about it is the first step.
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