I am feeling incredibly lonely
I just got done catching up on journals...ugh. That was a lot of reading....120 freaking entries...jeez...whew. I'm glad that is done. I hate being behind on stuff that is happening with my friends. So sorry for all the late comments guys..heh. Damn me for taking a vacation. *wink* Yeah, so on my trip I got a new nickname...Danger Girl. One of the hot guys in Hot Topic (at Universal Studios) kept calling me that because of the cool boots I bought. So, Terri started calling me that, and then Paul kept calling me that...and now it's just stuck. So yeah...Danger Girl...kind of cool I guess...haha. *shrug* I also got a cute System of a Down shirt too. And I bought Terri a Blink 182 shirt. I was roaming around the store for 2 hours searching for things to buy because I fell in love with one of the guys that worked there. I thought it was a girl at first and I told Terri "I want her!" and then he walked up to me and started talking to me, and then I looked at Terri with my jaw on the floor and I said "OH MY GOTH! IT IS A GUY!" And it was lust at first sight. So I followed him around like a lost puppy and Terri finally was like "My friend wants to get a picture of you two together" and he looks at me like I was a little insane and said "Alright, but we have to go outside to do it" and I squeaked really loud and hopped out the door behind him. He put his arm around me and I melted. Terri took a picture of us, and now I am waiting for her to get her film developed and give me my porn picture...haha. Masturbation material to replace the old Twiggy pics...hahaha. Yup...definately very sexy. God, I was about to propose right there...hehe. Doot!
HAHA! Look at this...funny!
How Does *Your* Dick Rate?
I don't really know what else to write about my trip. I swam in the ocean a couple times and I got a sunburn. My back and my shoulders and my face is sunburned, and I am very tan...ick. My sister is like "You look a lot better like that than all pale and gross" ummm...okay...thanks. But tan is ick on me...so hrmph. I love the ocean so much. I love the beach. I love the waves. I love the sound of the waves. I love walking on warm sand. I love digging my hand deep into the sand until I touch the wet cold parts. I love to lay on the beach and relax and think about things. I love California so much. I want to move to Santa Monica. Terri and I have decided that we shall move to Santa Monica. Hey, that is where Angelina Jolie lives...eep! And I got some really cool pictures of her in Hollywood. And Terri got this big plaque thing of her. It's really cool. I found it and wanted it, but I decided that she deserved it more than I did. So, we went to the Chinese Theatre so I could prove that my hands are the same size as Marilyn Monroe's...yay. Doot! I got a picture of that too! So now I can prove it to everyone without dragging them to Hollywood...haha. The bad part was that my face and my eyes were all swollen because I had just got done crying my eyes out on the Santa Monica Pier because sometimes people can really make me want to shoot myself in the head...and when I try to tell them about it they give me the "I don't care and I am not talking about it" I hate that. I really hate when people do not communicate at all. They piss me off so much. DIE!
Yeah, I fought a lot with Paul. I mean...A WHOLE LOT. And the trip ended with me saying "FUCK OFF" and flipping him off. Yup...I hate him right now. But no...I shall not go into that. I don't really know what else to say. Ummm...we listened to Avril Lavigne a lot in the car. And I cried quite a few times. And umm...I saw the damage up in the mountains where all the bad fires were. The burned down trees look so sad. And it smelled so bad. All I could do was stare and say "That is so sad" and of course Paul barks back at me and says "no it's not...some trees can only reproduce with fire" whatever...he kept bitching at me all week and I am tired of him. So, now he wants to take me to get my books for college...screw him...I don't need him and I don't need his money. I'll use my $4000 and get my books. He can go away.
Terri and I almost slept together because Paul got us so drunk. She was all over me. She kept getting on top of me and grabbing me all over. It was heaven and hell all at the same time, because I knew it was all a tease. But we just got way too crazy that night. And I'm surprised we did not get kicked out of the hotel because we were so loud and crazy. Terri and I chilled in the hot tub for a while on Saturday night. I wanted to hold her and kiss her so bad. She was just so tempting in that bikini, but I did not do anything. I just looked...and took a picture of her back...hehe. Sneaky Ashley...whee. I am still sexually frustrated from her. I've been constantly horny since Friday night. I need some lovin'.
Anyway, I don't know what else to write about, so I am just gonna end it here, and if I think of anything else, I will write more. Goodnight.
HAHA! Look at this...funny!
How Does *Your* Dick Rate?
I don't really know what else to write about my trip. I swam in the ocean a couple times and I got a sunburn. My back and my shoulders and my face is sunburned, and I am very tan...ick. My sister is like "You look a lot better like that than all pale and gross" ummm...okay...thanks. But tan is ick on me...so hrmph. I love the ocean so much. I love the beach. I love the waves. I love the sound of the waves. I love walking on warm sand. I love digging my hand deep into the sand until I touch the wet cold parts. I love to lay on the beach and relax and think about things. I love California so much. I want to move to Santa Monica. Terri and I have decided that we shall move to Santa Monica. Hey, that is where Angelina Jolie lives...eep! And I got some really cool pictures of her in Hollywood. And Terri got this big plaque thing of her. It's really cool. I found it and wanted it, but I decided that she deserved it more than I did. So, we went to the Chinese Theatre so I could prove that my hands are the same size as Marilyn Monroe's...yay. Doot! I got a picture of that too! So now I can prove it to everyone without dragging them to Hollywood...haha. The bad part was that my face and my eyes were all swollen because I had just got done crying my eyes out on the Santa Monica Pier because sometimes people can really make me want to shoot myself in the head...and when I try to tell them about it they give me the "I don't care and I am not talking about it" I hate that. I really hate when people do not communicate at all. They piss me off so much. DIE!
Yeah, I fought a lot with Paul. I mean...A WHOLE LOT. And the trip ended with me saying "FUCK OFF" and flipping him off. Yup...I hate him right now. But no...I shall not go into that. I don't really know what else to say. Ummm...we listened to Avril Lavigne a lot in the car. And I cried quite a few times. And umm...I saw the damage up in the mountains where all the bad fires were. The burned down trees look so sad. And it smelled so bad. All I could do was stare and say "That is so sad" and of course Paul barks back at me and says "no it's not...some trees can only reproduce with fire" whatever...he kept bitching at me all week and I am tired of him. So, now he wants to take me to get my books for college...screw him...I don't need him and I don't need his money. I'll use my $4000 and get my books. He can go away.
Terri and I almost slept together because Paul got us so drunk. She was all over me. She kept getting on top of me and grabbing me all over. It was heaven and hell all at the same time, because I knew it was all a tease. But we just got way too crazy that night. And I'm surprised we did not get kicked out of the hotel because we were so loud and crazy. Terri and I chilled in the hot tub for a while on Saturday night. I wanted to hold her and kiss her so bad. She was just so tempting in that bikini, but I did not do anything. I just looked...and took a picture of her back...hehe. Sneaky Ashley...whee. I am still sexually frustrated from her. I've been constantly horny since Friday night. I need some lovin'.
Anyway, I don't know what else to write about, so I am just gonna end it here, and if I think of anything else, I will write more. Goodnight.