So here I am just the same as last time, only a week later. The sun has been burning the countryside, and I hear that it's done the same to my home state as well. Good times, and about time. It's been nice, only it has also reminded me that I need to cut down on the sweets, start up on the running, and get stronger to get that summer body.
I went with some of my friends (Meg, Ben & Skyler) down to Lewiston for a picnic by the river. That was really fun... and I got burned in a very ugly way. Pretty much only on one side of me. Blah. And that trip reminded me that I need a good swimsuit.
Tomorrow I have a final, which reminded me that I need to study. Tuesday is my last 3 finals, which reminds me that I will have my life back in no time, which in turn reminded me that I need to study and figure things out for the summer.
And posting makes me think that I need to post pictures, but I wont make a documentery, because I have too many. If you wanna see them then catch me when I'm home and I'll show them to you.
Typing makes this clickity sound that reminds me that I need to cut my fingernails.
I played lots of guitar today, made me happy. I'm finally learning non-church songs... it's about time. On the class trip Jon's bringing his guitar as well, and we'll jam, so that should be fun.
Write me another poem and then tell me who I was in a past life, and you shall pass.
as opposed to "not pass"

The end.
Ex Nihilo..... Quid nam.
forever
ashl

A Paradox and a Matching Sweater, Please

The normal stress-out-you-have-so-much-to-do days have ceased for a few days. This week
was the most stressful week I've had that I can think of, having to give two seperate thesis' in the same week, seperated by 2 days. It freaked me out, but I got through it. I dont know my grade from them yet, but I am satisfied that I got through, which is more than I expected. In fact the day before my second and most important thesis, I sent my mom an email that consisted of these few alarming but sincerely felt sentances:

"Start making the funeral plans, for tomorrow I die.

Say your last words to me. As it is now, tell them I

loved them, and it was good while it lasted."

She didn't think that was funny. I was really really stressed out man. I gave myself a big headache and a stomach ache. It doesn't help that I have huge expectations put on me. Not only do I have the normal stress about giving it, but everyone says "You'll do fine. You always have. You can do it no problem. It's no problem for you, you do great." Yes I might HAVE done great, but what guarantee is there that I'd do great again? And it always has been a problem! Just because I've done great doesn't mean that it's easy! It's not easy! So there! Anyway, so that was stressful as well, just having their ... almost not understanding. They didn't believe that my fears were.... well founded. Anyway. But I got through it, and my class mates were very good to me to believe in me like that. :D
Also, my parents sent me wonderful flowers... my favourite flowers... TULIPS! red tulips. The whole school found otu about those, they thought it pretty sweet, but unusual. I love them and they are still on my dresser. I would take a picture if I had a camera, but as it is, I don't.

I'll post more pictures when I get them.

So I have basically been bumming around. Hanging out, spending money (I need to stop that though. no more money spending till I get a job).... reading. I finally finished a book that Geoff lent me ... oh dear, on Christmas Break. Now I'm on the next one. Wahoo!

Time is winding down. Finals are coming up so that's kind of scary, but actually exciting. My family is coming up in 12 days... on the 24th anyway. So that's cool. Then I head to the Oregon coast with my class for 5 days! So I come home in 18 days. That is the countdown. I am counting down daily, as some people know... hehe...

Spontaneous Combustion.
That just poped into my head. I like that phrase.

I look around and find that I still haven't put up my Beatles posters. They are still rolled up like they came because I havne't gotten around to buying that sticky stuff. So I will keep them down and then put them up when I get home. When I get a house I want a music room, where I will have all my guitars and a drumset and bass and all that stuff, and lots of posters on the walls. Mmmm yes that will rock. Then I want a work out room with weights and tredmill and all that stuff and a punching bag. Yes sir.
House plans.... oh man I am getting ahead of myself. How appauling. I disgust myself.

I leave you as I found you, only some time later.
-Ashley

(pleasant dreams)