Thursday, July 30, 2009

I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light

This is a friend of mine named Eric, that I miss very much. We hung out a lot when we were in Aruba and he's one of the sweetest, cutests, smartest little dudes I know. He can speak 5 languages and he's 3...kinda makes me feel like a chump. It makes me terribly sad I get to see him & the rest of his family only once a year.

Speaking of cute things, does this not look like the cutest movie ever or what? I don't really remember the book, or it fitting in to Mr. Anderson's color scheme so well, but I'm way into this.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Light A Roman Candle With Me.

Ugh, I just sneezed all over my bewbs. That was gross.

Anyway, I've been eying this shirt over on fredflare for a couple weeks now. I think it's just so cute & simple and reminds me of how I express my feelings. Maybe I'll get it and wear it on my 10K bike ride for seeing eye dogs.


Also, the only thing I've listened to since Sunday night is "Aim & Ignite" by fun. (Sorry for that illegal download! Dear RIAA, Please don't get me!) "The Gambler" is one of the prettiest songs I've heard in the past couple months/years/whathaveyou.

I'm writing about lovey dovey stuff way too much lately. Ew.

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I'm looking for my otter half



I just saw this on Josh's blog. I second the "aw" and add a "want!"

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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Say Goodnight and Go

I'm not really quite sure why, but I've been referencing Big Fish a lot lately. So, after not watching it for 6 years, my good friend & mentor, Alan, was nice enough to lend me his copy. My favorite scene has always been the one where Ewan McGregor ends up in Spectre and those lights are strung across the grass. It's kind of like perfection of imagination come to life. When I'm no longer singing "Single Ladies," and I'm planning my wedding, I'd love for the reception to look like this.

Stupid picture of me because I was in the mood to post it. Blah blah blah moving on.

I had so much fun hanging out w/Trae on Friday night. Before we went out, I made a huge Shrimp & Grits dinner for everyone and exchanged "Remember that one time in Oneonta..." stories. Highlights of select convos went something like "Um, yes you made out with him, too" "No one tells Ali anything till days after it happens" "hahaha yea, and she hid him in her bedroom" "I know you...you're that kid with the backpack" "I miss the NCP parties." I really wish we could find that quote book....Once we were unleashed on Bell, it was just like old times: drinking, dancing, making friends with strangers, & opening the doors and taking pictures of guys inside the men's room. Surprise! Here are some pics of me & Trae for comparison. Look how much we've grown up. The top is from Junior year of college, I think that was a night we shot gunned beers, ate matzoh and pretended to celebrate passover. Who misses Blashley and those bangs?

Speaking of growing up, I did something I consider terribly frightening and very adultish.... On Sunday night, I went to the movies all by myself. This is a huge thing for me. I'm usually scared of the stares one receives for doing things alone, but apparently as I get older, I'm getting over that fear. Horray for me! Maybe one day zombies won't scare me as much either, but for now those pains in the ass will continue to haunt and ruin my Jason Segel dreams. sigh.

Six Flags tomorrow!

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Oh, Won't You Shine? Shine On?

Basically, I have a cute kiddles and a messy room.


I'm going to need to clean before Trae gets here on Friday...

This is really awesome.


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Monday, July 13, 2009

I Love College

I'm currently watching an episode of "Undeclared". If I've said it once, I'll say it again: I really want to be part of the Apatow Gang. Adam Sandler was a guest star in this one...I can't wait till "Funny People" comes out. I think it might be a good one. It also makes me desperately miss Oneonta. Well, some aspects of it...living in the dorms - feet away from most of my best friends, and our cute little apartments, meeting up with everyone for lunch between classes, playing Snood, the bars, taking naps, spring days, walking across campus, house parties, stealing things. I even kinda miss my classes and the supremely uncomfortable furniture in the library. Not the food though...the food was gross.

These pictures have absolutely nothing to do with anything. Just some shoulders and pudgy toes.



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Monday, July 6, 2009

Why You So Obsessed With Me?

Sometimes things get stuck in the front of my brain.
Here are some of those things.

Mistral Soap in Lychee Rose $8 - I'm not a big fan of showering, but since I've got this soap, I've wanted to shower at least twice a day, just so I can sniff myself.
Capri Blue Candles by Aspen in "Volcano" $28 - Maybe it's because I'm a mature 25 year old now, but I'm apparently I'm all about good smelling stuff. And this candle smells real good. I can't describe the scent, I just know I like it lit all the time.
Jason Segel - Duh. I think we'd make an absolute adorable couple, don't you? He's got everything I look for in a dude: height, sense of humor, and a cute face. Jas, call me!



Harper's Island - CBS. Saturdays. 9:00. I started watching this show on a fluke Saturday night in, and now I'm hooked like a vibrantly colored magnet from your Gramma's vacation to The Keys on a fridge. JUST TELL ME WHO THE KILLER IS ALREADY!!!!!


Verizon Fios: Verizon Fios has changed my life. I love that I can basically watch whatever I want, whenever I want thanks to their Video On Demand shit. It's so convenient! Thanks to my friend, Fios, I can watch whichever episode of Harper's Island I want whenever I have the time (usually Sunday's when I wake up, in case you were wondering).


Avocados - I've had a thing for avocados for while. I used to boycott anything of this consistency (bananas: ew), but then one day I wised up.


Jewelry made of butterfly wings: Since visiting the Butterfly Farm in Aruba, I've rediscovered my love of these special creatures. Thanks to Ebay, I'm now the proud owner of a sweet painted ring made from a butterfly wing. It's kinda sad, but then I remember that butterflies don't live for that long and then I shrug my shoulders and look at it on my finger and don't feel so bad.


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Sunday, July 5, 2009

Just Watch The Fireworks

Yawn! I'm so very sleepy right now! Which is strange, because for the first time in months, I slept past noon today. Why is that? How come you get the tireds after you've slept more? Do any sleep scientists read my blog? Can someone explain this phenomenon to me?

Hope you had a great July 4th holiday weekend. Mine was a-ok, thanks for askin! Thursday, Dad and I went to this cute little atrium called Clark Gardens out on the island. My ankles haven't been covered in this many mosquito bites since I was about 8. Speaking of bug bites, I just found out that The Wormers will be going head-to-head with Mother Nature at the end of August. Watch out, here comes a whole lotta caps lock: I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED THAT WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT I JUMP UP AND DOWN AND THEN I SMILE A LOT AND THEN I STOP WHEN I THINK ABOUT HOW LONG I HAVE TO WAIT!!!! I've never been camping before in my life, EVER. I'm from Queens, I have no clue how to turn off a fire and was never allowed to sleep in the backyard for fear of tick bites and kidnapping (f'reals). I'm packing beer & s'more fixins, that's it...and maybe that blanket with feet thing that I have that was one of Oprah's favorite things in 1999. Seriously, CAN NOT WAIT!


That picture up there is a passion flower, I believe. I found it in the gardens when I went with my Dad and also on the 4th of July last year when we were in Austin. A homeless man gave me one and I wore it in my hair till it started to wilt. This was the third consecutive awesome Fourth I've spent with Danielle and co. We stuck around the east coast and thanks to her awesome apartment, had a sweet view of the Macy's fireworks.

It was really nice to see them after not being around for a few years. Growing up, I made it my business to see the Macy's fireworks. Because summer camp was always used as a threat in my house, my fireworks were pretty much the one thing I looked forward to every summer (and lightning bugs of course). There were the years I watched from my bedroom window, while I had the tv on in my room for comparison, and the years we'd go to the dock with sparklers and Goldfish and blankets and just sit on the grass or in the car and watch, and the year we took the boat all the way to Hell's Kitchen and had ashes falling on us, and the other year when we ran out of gas on the way back in. Ahh to be young again.


Ok, I have to go wash this Queen Helen face mask off and my eyes are about to shut ANDDDD I have to wake up early for a doctors appointment. Can't wait to take my scarred tonsils to see the ENT tomorrow morning! Yay!!

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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Boys Are Back In Town

Metaphorically speaking, that is. In reality it's just lil ole' me. Other suitable titles for this post could have been "Back to life, back to reality" orrr "Guess who's back?" and then I would have started this post with "Ashley's back! Tell your friends", but I don't like Ememinem. Anyways, I made it! I survived another family trip to Aruba and returned home with only minor cuts and bruises.

After having my Dad buy me beers during our 3 hour delay, and almost having to land in Curacao, we landed on One Happy Island late Saturday night. Check out my section of the lovely Kapooah suite:
Most of the trip was spent hangin' by the pool, readin', drinkin' Balashi, and playin' Bingo. I was no luck dragon, but my slut of a sister won $150 one day. She spent the money on a romantic dinner with her boyfriend. What. A. Waste.Monday was full of ups and downs. Literally. Because of our soggy June, I guess I never got used to the heat and because I don't really eat breakfast on a regular basis, I learned the hard way that this does not spell success. But it does spell fainting F-A-I-N-T. The first time I ever faint, I faint at a bar - a very hard marble one at that - while asking for water. I WOULD. I banged my chin on the way down that has left me with this sweet gash-ious scar and healed cuts on my tongue. My knee took the brunt of the injury, though. By crashing on the tile floor, my knee saved my head, and was awarded a nice black & blue and some swelling. Thanks, knee! My ankle's a little bitch that felt left out and wanted to get in on the action, so it got all twisty & bruised, too. It now clicks whenever I move. The look on my parents face when they found my sad pathetic butt, surrounded by hotel employees, was no where close to the smile on my Mom's pretty face below. I'm just glad I didn't pee myself.
I was mostly recovered from my earlier incident when Aunt Claudia, Uncle George, Peter & John showed up that evening. Senor Frogs also played a big roll in my speedy recovery that night. With out it, I wouldn't have been able to have yards of margaritas and forget I was a gimp. Seriously though, we had so much fun. I don't think I've seen my Dad dance the chicken dance since a 1993 house party that involved liquid light necklaces. Peter Cook got funky. Oh! And! I don't think my family has ever seen me get a lap dance from strange men or funnel Sambuca before, so it was entertaining for the whole family and not awkward in the least!

On Friday, Mom, Aunt Claudia and I went to The Butterfly Farm. Now, I don't know if you know this about me, but I have a thing for butterflies. I'm not crazy like Mariah Carey, but growing up my favorite book was The Butterfly Jar and every summer these 2 very special butterflies would land on my head whenever I was in our pool... I haven't been somewhere as peaceful as the farm in a really long time. Butterflies were fluttzin around my head, hanging out in trees, and staying still long enough for me to take their pictures. They were everywhere and it made me really happy. Friday was a good day.
It was a good trip. I got to hang out with my parents (and learn new things about them - I had no idea my Dad loves Chelsea Handler) and just get out of New York and relax and swim...and I needed that.

I have so so sooooo many more pics, but I've decided I'm going to split them up and post some more in the coming days. Plus I'm sorta sleepy and I left my glasses at work so things are getting blurry. I think that's the first time I've used the phrase "getting blurry", not pertaining to events from the night before the day after drinking, since I was about 18. New high or new low?

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