the snow has been great

i've been neglectful, this is fun

Strike out all the things you've done
Reblogged from Dreams that Glitter xo

Graduated High School.
Kissed someone.
Smoked cigarettes.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep.
Lied to someone.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.
Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid).
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing.
Been sailing.
Cut yourself.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been to jail.
Had detention.
Skipped school.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.
Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino.
Had a yard sale.
And a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to sea world.
Attempted suicide.
Voted for someone on a reality TV show.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Wondered about your sexuality.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
Gone surfing in California.
Did “spirit day” at school.
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.
Had something pierced.
Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Known someone with HIV or AIDS.
Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire.
Had a party while your parents weren’t home.
Gotten caught having a party while they were gone.

I've Been Wanting...

a studded leather bag

the multiple tattoos promised to me

a tragus piercing

leg warmers

this purse

a cool leather jacket

an indian chief headdress

tunnel gauges

winter dresses

chain boots

hand knitted beret hats

funky necklaces

the boots on the left

a bullet belt

a bad ass belt buckle

aviators

A cool scarf

Thoughts

Have you ever done so much you can't even think?
Have you ever thought so much you can't even move?

I Love My Friends

Fact

Diurnal is the antonym of Nocturnal.

I learn something new every day,
now if only I could learn to spell...

Try Some Fucking Originality

People conform to nonconformity. Lately, I've noticed many people who listen to "undiscovered" music or wear "vintage" clothes not because they like to, but because they're trying to "fit out" in order to fit in. You've just heard of an indie band? Don't tell me you've been listening to them for ages. Do you really read those classic books you talk about or did you look up the summary the night before online? Do you automatically think a band sucks if they're popular enough to be played on the radio?

Wiki definition of a Hipster: people associated with alternative culture, particularly alternative music, independent rock, alternative hip-hop, independent film and a lifestyle revolving around thrift store shopping, eating organic, locally grown, vegetarian, and/or vegan food, drinking local beer (or even brewing their own), listening to public radio, and riding fixed-gear bicycles.

What happens when being original becomes unoriginal? When everyone tries to fit in to a stereotype that's whole point is to "fit out"? When "alternative culture" becomes the norm? How can it still be considered alternative?



Bottom Line, Do whatever the fuck you want, but please, make sure you're actually interested it. Don't go spouting about anarchy, atheism or apathy just to be cool, really.

Rainy

I love waking up to a gray day
I love the sound of wipers across a windshield
I love running from the car, attempting to avoid getting wet
I love staring out the window of a monotonous classroom to watch the droplets
I love driving all my friends home so they won’t get soaked
I love getting to work early and sitting in the parking lot,
listening to the pitter-patter on the car roof
I love standing under the awning on your cigarette break
and blowing clouds of gray into the already gray sky
I love how the nighttime stoplights shine on slick streets after a day full of rain

Change

"I can't believe how much i've changed and how much i've stayed the same"
said during a late night-drunken-cigarette-smoking chat, and it's very true.

That Time

Hey remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey
Hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth
Hey remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green
Hey remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines
So cheap and juicy, tangerines


Hey remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare
Hey remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes
Hey remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing
A street cat got him by morning and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building's playground
I thought I was going to be sick, I thought I was going to be sick


Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Camels
Hey remember that time when I was broke
I didn't care I just bummed from my friends
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum...


Hey remember that time when you O.D'ed
Hey remember that other time when you O.D'ed for the second time
Well in the waiting room while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind
And I was on a lot of shit too but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky, freaky

Who Am I?

name: ashley

age: sixteen.
city: baltimore.
occupation: dishwasher, laundryfolder, listener, learner, bestfriend
what is your current state of mind? awake, coffee-filled.
what is your greatest extravagance? nothing about me is extravagant, quite the opposite.
what is your greatest fear? that i will never find someone who completely understands me.
what is the trait you most deplore in others? prejudice, demeaning
what do you consider the most overrated virtue? obedience or majesty.
if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? my lack of ability to make decisions.
what is the quality you most like in a man? humor and intelligence.
what is the quality you most like in a woman? compassion and creativity
which words of phrases do you most overuse? "i know what you mean"
which talent would you most like to have? i'd like to have a photographic memory, or the ability to be a photographer.
what or who is the greatest love of your life? my life has barely begun
where would you like to live? a small quaint town somewhere in New England. I'd like to travel everywhere though.
what is your favorite occupation? I'd like to be a graphic designer after college
what is your most treasured possession? my memories.
who are your favorite writers? charles bukowski, e. e. cummings, mitch albom, robert frost, j.k. rowling, lewis carroll, alice sebold
who is your favorite hero of fiction? Harry motherfucking Potter
who are your heroes in real life? my great grandmother
what celeb are you crushing on right now? James Franco

what do you most value in your friends? the ability to be myself around them and know I won't be ridiculed.

what is your most marked characteristic? people always see me as happy

how would you like to die? with a feeling of content.

what is your motto? "Be who you are and say what you will, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter, don't mind." - Dr Seuss

Summer Night

It's late, I don't know what hour it is, only that I am the only one awake. I quietly step outside, careful not to wake those who are already dreaming. I am in my own world right now. The night is warm, comforting. 71 degrees. The day's humidity has been replaced with night's soft stillness. I walk to the spot in the field where the house's porch light cannot reach; the dew on the grass cools my toes. I sit and the wet blades tickle my legs. I take out a cigarette and put it off-center between my lips. Pulling a lighter from my dress pocket, I light the tobacco and the peach taste on my tongue is tarnished with smoke. I exhale; the smoke seems thicker than it is during the day, a light gray contrast to the dark sky. The night's atmosphere is a dusty blue-violet color that you can only see out in the country, where no artificial light damages the view. The woods are completely black against the sky. Inside the shadows of the trees are small, quick flashes like cameras at a football game. Thousands of tiny fireflies trying to find their perfect match, another who is in sync with their illumination. A soul mate. The flickers give the trees a supernatural glow. The nighttime woods hold an ancient magic that most don't get to experience during the day, and i feel special knowing I am the only one seeing this right now. I take another drag and listen to the sounds that give the still air life. A soft melody of chirps from the frog pond at the bottom of the hill reaches my ears. High soprano sounds are accompanied by the occasional bass croak; flutes and violins playing to the beat of a drum. I exhale gray smoke through my nose. A wind stirs the air and goosebumps rise on the arms even though the breeze is warm. I lay back into the grass that needs to be cut and stare up at the sky. I listen and look and feel the world around me as if I'm on some alien planet. A whole new world comes alive while we sleep, dream. I take a last pull from my cigarette and stub it out in the lawn next to me. I stand and begin my walk back inside. The lighter in my pocket weighs down the left side of my dress. The night is alive.

agenda book #6

I've been neglecting you. and I'm sorry.

I enjoy the small pleasures in life...

Like a post-work cigarette and the feeling you get from taking off your shoes.

The Lovely Bones

Another up and comming movie I am excited to see. The book was amazing.

Agenda Book 5

Folie a Deux (A Madness Shared by Two)

"Eyes laugh in silence, lashes spread dark like an artist's brush on skin like canvas. Like he's his own art. "

brilliance

Headache

I've been neglecting my blog. I feel bad.

I accidentally threw out the original poem in a school-is-out-must-throw-all-notes-away frenzy. So here we have my remake, inspired by my Health teacher talking about conflicting drugs in the body. The words were rumbling around in my head for hours.

There’s a civil war brewing inside my brain

Like fiery tongues licking at my temples

Conflicting, convulsing, consuming, contracting

Charge! Fight! Retreat! Retreat!

There’s a civil war raging inside my skull

I’ll take this pill to stop the battle

Put up your white flags

If only for a little while

Foreign Film: Amelie

My friend Savanna recently had me watch the French film Amelie. Not a big watcher of foreign films myself, I was unsure if I would enjoy it, however, the film was funny from the start and the fact that it was in a different language took nothing away from its humor (we of course watched with subtitles). The movie begins with random events that happen at the same time of Amelie’s conception followed by scenes of the quirky girl’s childhood. The story continues with Amelie as a shy adult with the goal to make other’s lives better by doing good things. The people she helps includes a man that used to live in her apartment, a neighbor with brittle bones, her own father and a blind man. Along the way she finds a man with whom she exchanges secret messages in cute ways, trying to build up the courage to meet him. I recommend this movie to anyone, whether they’re a fan of foreign films, or they’ve never watched one before.

Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland

I'm terribly excited, you know.

Agenda Book 4

If I Was a Photographer, I'd Do Something like This

I've recently come across Iris Humm's Photography Blog and I'm obsessed. Her work reminds me of edgy disposable camera photos. Check out her blog.

She's also doing a project with Luca Campri called Revolution Starts at Home. Really cool stuff.

Things I Learned on July 19th, 2009

• 7 am is a good time to travel from Baltimore to Ocean City on Sundays
• Drinking a large coffee before a road trip will lead to many pit-stops
• It is important to bring gas money- lots of gas money
• A good music playlist is essential in order to have a good road trip
• A driver is lucky to get a parking spot on the Oceanside of Costal Highway, very lucky
• One should bring an ipod, a book or a friend to occupy their time spent out of the water
• Don’t forget to apply, re-apply and re-re-apply sunscreen
• Places like the backs of hands, tops of feet, lips and ears are often forgotten when applying sunscreen
• If you have gauges, you will most likely loose one, if not both while body-surfing, but things like pen caps can make appropriate substitute gauges
• It is smart to bring an extra set of clothes when going to the beach. You never know when you’ll have to change
• Always check for things like vomit before swimming in a pool
• It is never good to accidentally bump into a car, especially when the owner of said car is a bitchy old pro golf employee. She will call the cops
• The police in Ocean City have better things to do than waste their time on accident reports
• 6:30 pm is not a good time to travel from Ocean City to Baltimore on Sundays
• Avoid listening to calming music while driving home exhausted, this will only make you want to sleep
• Don’t listen to the navigational device "TomTom" when trying to find the fastest route home. The monotonous machine will take you on six different highways and through the city, ultimately taking you on the most sketchy and longest route possible
• Bad things happen in three's
• Driving home at ten o’clock when you haven’t slept in 34 hours is not good. Your vision will start to fail and you won’t be able to keep your head straight

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Movie

It’s 3:50 a.m. and I’ve just returned home from the midnight premier of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. (Yes, I do realize that this is my third consecutive Harry Potter related post, however I’m sure you can understand my obsession, especially with the movie coming out.) I’ve decided to post my thoughts on the movie since they’re still fresh in my head. The movie as a whole was not a disappointment, though it did not fully meet my expectations and excitement (which were extremely high). That’s probably my own fault though; I usually get my hopes up only to be disappointed. The main issue I had was not the fact that scenes were different and/or changed from the novel, but the fact that Harry’s sixth year was supposed to be much sinister than the movie portrayed. The trailers and previews for the movie had me thinking that the movie would have a more serious tone than it actually did. In my opinion the fifth movie (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) portrayed a much darker year of Harry’s life. I thought moments like Ron's poisoning and even Dumbledore's death were a bit anti-climatic compared to the book. Don’t get me wrong however, the movie in it’s whole was quite good. The visuals were beautiful and the effects were captivating (as in all the Harry Potter movies). I (and the rest of the theater) found myself laughing almost every three minutes or so, which is a good and bad thing. Good because it means the movie was entertaining. Bad because it means the movie wasn’t serious enough. I was also laughing because whenever there was a scene of an upset or contemplative Draco Malfoy, my friend Meaghan (her blog) would whisper “Sexy Brooding Draco” in my ear. The movie also focused too much on the Hermione-Ron relationship, though Jessie Cave (who plays the obsessive Lavender Brown) was hilarious with her infatuation with Ron. The kiss between Harry and Ginny was pathetic and awkward, but so was the kiss between Harry and Cho in the fifth movie. I don’t know if I can judge the kiss without bias though, since I am not a Ginny fan. I thought Emma Watson was beautiful the whole movie, especially the scene at the slug-club Christmas party behind the curtain. And of course, my favorite, Luna Lovegood, played by Evanna Lynch, was great the whole movie, especially with her lion hat. I must say though, I think the sixth movie explained everything thoroughly, and if a non-book reader watched it, he or she wouldn’t have any trouble understanding the events, unlike movie number five.

Memorable scenes:

-Bathroom fight scene between Harry and Draco
-Love-Potioned Ron (hilarious!)
-Cormac McLaggen puking on Snape’s shoes
-Dumbledore with the fire in the cave (bad-ass!)
-Ron semi-moaning Hermione’s name, hell, Ron was funny the entire movie
-Harry under the Felix Felisis potion (“Hi!”)

Events not included and/or edited:

-The meeting between the Prime Minister and the Minister of Magic
-Harry and Dumbledore flying back to Hogwarts on brooms
-Dumbledore hexing Harry still under the invisibility cloak
-The battle between the Death Eaters and previous D.A. members
-Dumbledore’s funeral

All in all, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was a success film and I cannot wait for it to be released in video so I can buy it and watch it again. Go see the movie and blog about your own opinions!

p.s. sorry for all of the parenthesis

Wizard Rock

Wizard Rock is a genre of music solely based off of J.K. Rowling’s famous series Harry Potter. Frequently playing at Harry Potter Conventions and available on itunes, bands like Harry and the Potters and Gred and Forge have written many songs about the Harry Potter universe. Quickly after reading the series (unlike many, I only read the Harry Potter books a couple months ago) I came across a whole area of music that I had never heard of- Wizard Rock. One would think the music would be silly or childish, since J.K. Rowling’s books are in the children’s section at most book stores, and don’t get me wrong, many songs are silly, but they’re actually catchy. I find myself humming wizard rock songs during the day without even realizing it. When I first found out about wizard rock I went searching itunes for more bands and found many, including The Parselmouths, Oliver Boyd And The Remembralls, Draco and The Malfoys and The Moaning Myrtles. Some songs are serious, but most are extremely humorous, including songs from my favorite wizard rock band, The Whomping Willows. With song titles like “I’ve had Harry Potter Inside Me”, “Ginny Gets Around”, “Voldemort Can’t Stop the Rock”, and “Dobby, Bang Your Head” how could you go wrong?

p.s. go to itunes and listen to songs like "The House Called Awesome Theme Song", "Brotherly Love" and "In Which Draco and Harry Secretly Want to Make Out" (hehe) . Project Playlist didn't have a wide variety.

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