Thursday, December 22, 2005
Cat Poop
Dear Dr. Phil,Wow, my cat stinks!
Someone didn't get the memo...poohing in the toilet is where it's at! I need to explain this to my cat, but I'm afraid she will take it the wrong way. I know I know, you can't just ask people (cats) to change. She pooped in a box when I met her, so what should I expect? If you are reading this Dr. Phil...what should I do? Also,are you a real doctor?
Luvs,
*Ashley*
Saturday, December 17, 2005
One final left!
Frankly, I am not too excited for this class with the final but, when that is over then IT is over! I want to work really bad. I want to make money and pay off my debts. At the same time, after writing my senior paper, I realized how much I love the process of learning.
So guess what...I'm thinking about grad. school. I know I know, I am 'deferring' reality. At the same time, I would really love to go on with my education. I'm sure ALL of you have had this conversation in your brains so give me some advice!
P.S., I would never do law school so forget it! Also, why do I know so many lawyers?
*Ashley*
Monday, December 05, 2005
Wacky thoughts
It is finals time and this time of year always brings back happy, sad and mad memories.
My happiest memory is at the house on Como when my roommates, Andy and I competed playing Snood on study breaks. Andy kept whooping our asses! Erin was PISSED! To her defense, Andy was going on and on about male superiority! So she was right to be pissed.
Worst memory, obviously my mother's stroke happened around finals time. It was the wost time of my life. Somehow in the midst of crying, waiting for my mom to wake up and illness from those icky hospitals, I managed to write all my papers and tests. I really learned a lot from this. No matter what, life has to go on, except if your dead. That is excusable!
Mad memory, there are too many. I think studying for finals in the Retail Merchandising department after I had been REJECTED as a retail merchandising major! Another example of how sometimes we just need to go through the motions. Plus, now I can name any fabric on the planet (Textiles class).
I'm very sentimental today, I don't know why. So, to all my friends that read this blog, I hope things are going well and if you are still in school, good luck in finals.
Love,
*Ashley*
My happiest memory is at the house on Como when my roommates, Andy and I competed playing Snood on study breaks. Andy kept whooping our asses! Erin was PISSED! To her defense, Andy was going on and on about male superiority! So she was right to be pissed.
Worst memory, obviously my mother's stroke happened around finals time. It was the wost time of my life. Somehow in the midst of crying, waiting for my mom to wake up and illness from those icky hospitals, I managed to write all my papers and tests. I really learned a lot from this. No matter what, life has to go on, except if your dead. That is excusable!
Mad memory, there are too many. I think studying for finals in the Retail Merchandising department after I had been REJECTED as a retail merchandising major! Another example of how sometimes we just need to go through the motions. Plus, now I can name any fabric on the planet (Textiles class).
I'm very sentimental today, I don't know why. So, to all my friends that read this blog, I hope things are going well and if you are still in school, good luck in finals.
Love,
*Ashley*
Wacky thoughts
It is finals time and this time of year always brings back happy, sad and mad memories.
My happiest memory is at the house on Como when my roommates, Andy and I competed playing Snood on study breaks. Andy kept whooping our asses! Erin was PISSED! To her defense, Andy was going on and on about male superiority! So she was right to be pissed.
Worst memory, obviously my mother's stroke happened around finals time. It was the wost time of my life. Somehow in the midst of crying, waiting for my mom to wake up and illness from those icky hospitals, I managed to write all my papers and tests. I really learned a lot from this. No matter what, life has to go on, except if your dead. That is excusable!
Mad memory, there are too many. I think studying for finals in the Retail Merchandising department after I had been REJECTED as a retail merchandising major! Another example of how sometimes we just need to go through the motions. Plus, now I can name any fabric on the planet (Textiles class).
I'm very sentimental today, I don't know why. So, to all my friends that read this blog, I hope things are going well and if you are still in school, good luck in finals.
Love,
*Ashley*
My happiest memory is at the house on Como when my roommates, Andy and I competed playing Snood on study breaks. Andy kept whooping our asses! Erin was PISSED! To her defense, Andy was going on and on about male superiority! So she was right to be pissed.
Worst memory, obviously my mother's stroke happened around finals time. It was the wost time of my life. Somehow in the midst of crying, waiting for my mom to wake up and illness from those icky hospitals, I managed to write all my papers and tests. I really learned a lot from this. No matter what, life has to go on, except if your dead. That is excusable!
Mad memory, there are too many. I think studying for finals in the Retail Merchandising department after I had been REJECTED as a retail merchandising major! Another example of how sometimes we just need to go through the motions. Plus, now I can name any fabric on the planet (Textiles class).
I'm very sentimental today, I don't know why. So, to all my friends that read this blog, I hope things are going well and if you are still in school, good luck in finals.
Love,
*Ashley*
