So many girls have extensions…and the thought of them is so weird to me. Even if they look decent (which, generally, I don’t think they do) I don’t like them.
If I ever got extensions, someone please rip them out of my head.
I did three running jumping high 5’s today and I didn’t miss a single one.
Mark this day in my calendar as: the day I attained hand/eye coordination.
I wish my name was spelled differently. I would totally use “Leigh/Lee” as the shortened version over “Ash” any day.
Also, to add on to this, if I went by Leigh, I would probably make my twitter and tumblr url’s Leigh-WhoMustNotBeNamed.
My bed head this morning is in the Style of Ace Ventura.
Also, I wish my bed wasn’t so comfortable. I don’t have a problem waking up earlier, it’s just the getting out of bed that I hate.
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin like Jim Carrey.
…I could be the next Ke$ha.
At work, when I do something that really shows my quirks, my coworkers make jokes about how strange I am and how I’m never going to find someone crazy enough to be with me. Most of the time, I don’t take them to heart. I mean, I know the only reason they say them is because generally, I’m well liked by everyone, so I’ll know they’re joking and I won’t take them seriously.
However, little do they know, that’s one of my biggest fears. I’m not like everyone else. I get that. But I’m also not afraid to be exactly who I am, and ya know what, I hope that never changes. I just hope that someone embraces that person that I am, and loves my quirks and oddities and the little things that make me, me.
Last night I had a dream that Voldemort (that’s right, I said it!) took over my town. It was dark and rainy all the time. He wanted everyone to go on his side, and my mom and I didn’t, so he zapped us with the elder wand, and then I woke up. Terrified.
I hate it when people share their negative opinions when they’re unsolicited and unnecessary.
Appropriate times to use the “winkie face” in a conversation ;)
Well, I think that about covers it.
I don’t smoke. To get high I listen to “blueberry yum yum” by Ludacris. I swear that song makes me feel/act like I’m high.
But now the next song is on. I’m over it.
Dear Facebook,
Clearly this new layout you’ve got has too much going on for a girl that’s tryin’ to steal wireless from her neighbors. I can’t deal with all these frozen frames. Not to mention the fact that I don’t care about every little thing that everyone in my friends does on facebook. This is not going to work out. I’m breaking up with you.
Ashley
Also, the people that I work with can’t have a thumb war while playing rock, paper, scissors.
Get on my level, dweebs.
Lately, when I see people in happy, steady relationships, I just think to myself “when is it gonna be my turn?”
I cannot believe how low my standards used to be.
I kinda wanna go this year……but I’ll probably chicken out like usual.
