This Is A Homicidal Daydream

_-YOU-_

1. What Time is it now? 11.22am

2. What is your name? Ashley Ann Whalen

3. Single or taken? finally freed.

4. What does your name mean? don't have one clue.

5. Who picked out your name? my dad

6. What's your nickname? Ash

7. What colour are your eyes? Hazely-browny-green

9. Do you have an innie or an outie? innie

10. What size are your shoes? 8

11. How tall (or short): 5'5

12. Honestly what do you like about yourself? nadda

13. What do you always get complimented on? my super duper cool hair.

14. What is your worst quality? im a bitch..so deal with it.

15. Phone Number? i don't give that out.

16. Hair colour? hmmm...blacky purple, with platinum blonde chunks and bright pruple highlights.

17. Do you wear contacts? sometimes

18. Living Arrangements? live with my parents.

__----FAVOURITES----__

19. Favourite Drink? hmmm, minute maid lemonade mixed with sprite.

22. Favourite month? july

23. Favourite Food? hmmm, i don't know.

24. Favourite Board Game? scrabble

25. Favourite Web Site? livejournal

26. Favorite clothing Brand? whatever i like.

27. Favourite day of the Year? christmas

28. Favourite colour? black, black, black, pink, blue, blood red, black...black.

29. Favourite Animal? horseys, kitties, doggies..yeah i know i sounded like a four year old right there.

_FAMILY AND FRIENDS_

30. Do you have more girl or boy friends? i think i have an equal amount of each.

31. Who's your best friend? i don't have 'best friends'.

32. Are your parents together? unfortunately...and the joys of them being together is the fact they fight at 2.30 in the morning.

33. How often do you get together with the family? pretty often

34. Do you tell your parents or your friends more? friends

35. Anything special about your parents? they're dumb? that's all i could really think of.

36. Siblings and their ages? trevor, 15

-_YES OR NO_-

37. You're a flirt? no

38. You're slutty? nope

39. You shave? shave WHAT???

40. You like someone? hmmm, no. did a few days ago, not so much now.

41. Do they like you? apparently not anymore.

42. You can keep secrets? yup

43. You dance in front of the mirror? no

45. You sing in the shower? pfffftt of course, with my horrible voice.

46. You liked Britney Spears? not her music, but she's hot.

47. You've liked a cousin? ummm, i don't live in alabama where my 'ma' is my sister and my 'pa' is my uncle! (UNCLE-DADDY..haha)

48. You've been in the opposite sexes bathroom? nope, i don't think i have.

49. You've seriously hurt someone? i'm hoping i have. now that would make life worth living.

50. You've been hurt seriously? yup, by Sandy Wilde, but i'm kinda over him now.

51. You swear? all the fucking time.

52. You get your way? it's my way, or the highway baby. don't like it? get the fuck out.

53. You're willing to try new things? yup, of course. life would be boring if we didn't try new things.

54. You've cheated on a test? yup, one year when i had a cast on my arm, i wrote the answers on the bottom of it. :-D I AM A REBEL, REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE!! watch out now.

_RIGHT NOW_

57. What are you wearing right now? tank top, and jammy shorts.

58. What colour are your pants? light blue

59. What are you listening to? nothing, it's quiet in here for ONCE.

60. How are you feeling? meh, excited i'm leaving for BC soon, sad because my boyfriend of 10 long months and i broke up.

61. What are you doing? typing answers to these gay ass questions!

62. How many people are online? 20

63. How's the weather? cloudy...of the going to rain type.

64. What's on your mouse pad? it's a DELL mousepad. that's right. it fucking rocks...NOT.

65. What books are you reading? gonna finish Interview, start The Vampire Lestat.

-------Girls------

66. How many lip glosses do you have? don't know, don't care. i usually buy them if they're shiny and pretty.

67. What perfume do you use? usually Dolce & Gabanna, can't find it now.

68. What's in your purse? basically everything. including my life and my house.

69. Tall or short guys? taller

70. Blonde or brunette guys? i really don't care, guys with dark hair tend to be uber muchos sexy.

71. Good or bad boy? i like bad boys...they're risky and dangerous.

72. Boxers showing? sometimes, but not the whole boxer. maybe the waistband. cause that's kinda sexy.

73. Long hair or short hair on guys? longer hair is hot, but i really don't care.

74. a) What do you find annoying in a guy? when they're fucking rude and ignore you...hint hint. b) What do you find attractive in a guy? if they make me laugh, if they don't give up on the whole relationship if we fight a little.

75. What's the first thing you notice about a guy? they're eyes. *sigh*
_ GUYS ONLY_

76. What kind of cologne do you use?
77. What's in your pockets?
78. Boxers or briefs?
79. Blonde or brunette girls?
80. Tall or short girls?
81. Piercings on girls?
82. Long or short hair on girls?
83. Good or bad girl?
84. What do you find annoying in girls?
85. What's the first thing you notice about girls?

_OTHER QUESTIONS_

86. What was the last movie you saw? Charlie and The Chocolate Factory.

87. What did you have for dinner? nothing.

88. What are you hoping for? meh, for me and *cough*someone*cough* to have some time apart and realize we really do love one another even though we fight.

89. Have you ever fallen asleep in school? all the time.

90. What movie do you really want to see? War of the Worlds

91. What's your locker combo? hmmm, 25-40-15???? i can't remember.

92. Where is your favourite place to travel? British Columbia.

93. What did you dream about last night? i don't remember.

94. If you were a crayon what colour would you be? blood red.

95. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? sandy *shudders*

96. Ever had a crush on a teacher? ummm YUP!!

97. Are you too shy to ask someone out? apparently not.

98. Scary movies or happy ending? i like them both.

99. Summer or winter? both, at the same time.

100. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate AND vanilla.

101. Do you want your friends to write back? don't really mucho care.

102. Who is most likely to respond? no one, cause they're not up early, bored like moi.

103. Lucky Number? don't got one...used to be 21. *sigh*

104. Worst Fear? my plane crashing when it takes off in a week.

_--LoVeY DoVeY--_

105. Does he/she know you like him/her? guess not.

106. Are you going to try for him/her? already did.

107. If no, why not?

108. Have you ever been in love? yup, and still am unfortunately. i can't say the same for him.

What time is it now? 11.44am, wow that's a really long 22 minutes. damn you survey, DAMN YOU!

Well, I'm sitting in compooper class, doing absolutely nothing. Miss Amber is type-a-rooing upon thine keyboard of her computer. I, on the other hand, am bored as fuck and listening to the new NIN cd. Let me say this, Trent Reznor is absolutely amazing. The new cd [with_teeth] is a lot lighter than a lot of their older stuff. But then again, every band changes. The cd has some harder songs, and let me tell you, the drummer Alessandro Cortini is absolutely amazing as well. The whole band is awsome--they've been around since 1989 and have only built a bigger fan base as time has elapsed. It may be their first album in nearly six years, but it effing rocks. NIN--how I love thee.

Well, today is one year since Mike's accident. He technically, in my belief, died before the paramedics examined him while he was still in the car. I believe his soul left after the car crashed and after he said his name to the priest that was the first on the scene. Tomorrow will be the one year that he was pronounced dead at the hospital after he was taken off of life support.
All I have to say is that it really breaks my heart to this day to think that he's never coming back.
Time isn't making it any fucking easier.

Ashley

I am currently sitting in Photo class, bored out of my face. There's really nothing to do since I really don't feel like working. I really should start handing shit in though, because my mark has gone from a decent 74% to a horrid 54%. Creepy. Ashley's going to start working!
In much more interesting news, I got my tattoo done on Monday night. Yeah. Two hours in the chair [from 7-9pm] and it's still not done. He's going to be allowed another two hours to finish it, and after that... NO MORE. It hurt so bad there are no words to describe how bad it hurt. I thought I was going to die as he was doing the outline, because stupid me, I picked a very intricate tattoo. The shading needle wasn't bad though, until the tattooist got closer to the sides of my back. It still hurts. But it's a really nice tat, everyone seems to love it. Yay, go me. In a week and a half I'm going back to get it completed; he has to shade in a bit more and then I'm getting the heart coloured in red. So that should hurt somewhat, since the red is supposed to hurt the most. Ow.
Anywho, I'm still in class so I should get going and maybe try and work. Possibly not though, since it's 1.13pm and I really am not in a working mood. Salutations.

Ashley

This is simultaneously the same subject of Amber-ola's post. It's quite hilarious. No, not really. I lied. So sue me. But you can't cause I'm in a computer and you can't sue someone in a computer. Ha. WTF WAS THAT? I just don't know.
No no Amber.
I love-a you. Really I love-a you. No, I love-a you MORE. Okay, I love-a you too.
You never said I love you once.
HAHHAAAAAA. Inside yoke (only you Amber will know what I mean by yoke.)

Anywho, tonight is the dreaded tattoo night. It's at 4.30 and I'm already nervous and quite scared. Amber has decided her ass is gonna come with the brother of hers, otherwise known as Sandy, and myself. Cause, well, I effing rock and she knows it even though she likes to deny it.
In other news, Sandy and I went to his uncle Jaye's on Saturday night after his Papa's wedding reception. That was a little bit less than fun. We got stoned, and he completely ignored me. But we've already fought about that, and he feels like shit about it, as he should. But I still loveth him, so I guess it's all good.
The wedding was fun on Saturday. I still felt a little bit uncomfortable, but I survived. Sandy and Amber's family is fucking nuts, and that's why it was fun. With her older sister Mara being a little bit tanked and repeating, "Can't-eat-a-loney" because we were eating canneloni as an appetizer. And then we have Miss. Sara. Who looked ever so cute in her 50's style outfit, but could not stand her control-top underwear. She then proceeded halfway through the evening to go to the washroom and take them off. So she went commando as her underwear sat in her purse. AHAHAHAHA. It was great.

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, AND GINO BAMBINO FROM THE ITALIAN MAFIA ON 3RD STREET.

Yes ladies and gents, a boyfriend of a family memeber came walking into the reception hall in full 'Growing Up Gotti' regalia. I had went to BR and seen many displays of uber wop-ness, but nothing quite to this extent. It was sad, blindingly sad. He looked like he spent more time on his hair than I do showering, getting dressed, doing my hair and applying make-up. Sad I tell you, sad.

Now, I'm going to stop writing since this post is ever so long. I just thought I would recount my weekends festivities.

So Long and Goodnight,
Ashley

G'Day Dearest Reader,

Well tonight was mildly weird. I was all psyched up to get my first tattoo ever and it got cancelled. Wicked Inx had an artist up from West Virgina, and he was gonna do my tat. His baby got sick and they wouldn't admit her to anywhere here, since they're from the states, so they had to go back down to the states. So that sorta sucked. I was beyond nervous and Misty [my aunt] drove me down to the tattoo place. So anyway, she told me it would cost about $250 to get it done, before all this crapola happened. And then when I got there she told me the story, and was like, "I'm soooo sorry for fucking you over like this. Nothing could be done. But you'll get a nice dicount though. I'm sorry for fucking you over." So now, my tat is only costing $180, which is a pretty sweet price. So needless to say, I'll save my crazy nervousness for Monday. And hopefully Amber can come with me this time, which would be totally awsome since Sandy's working and can't come with me. If I can't have my boyfriend there, I'd like to have my best friend there. So yeah. I must say I'm absolutely excited to get my tattoo. I've been waiting for like ever to get it done, so Monday isn't that far off! Anywho, I'm going to go and shower, and possibly watch my show [Third Watch... fucking series finale tonight... WTF]. L8es.

-Ashley

.came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again.

Anywho, I have nothing to really post except that I'm bored.
I've just gotten home from work about an hour ago. That was interesting.
I came to find out by glancing at the schedule posted that I now only get six hours a week.
WTF might I ask?
It seems to be because of the allergy shots I have to have administered every Monday and Thursday.
Well excuse me, I'm not waking up sneezing myself to death and having my eyes so swollen they look like fly-eyes.
And I don't know why I'm typing in paragraph format, but all I can tell you for sure, is that it's uber muchos fun.
That's right-- I said uber muchos.
Any objections from the peanut gallery? Nahh, didn't think so.
Anywho, [I've now used this phrase of non-English wording twice in this post. That must be some sort of record] I'm making an appointment possibly tomorrow for a June timeslot at Wicked Inx for the amazing German artist they have coming there to do my tat.
Every month they have a new artist coming in from somewhere around the world, and the lady there told my friend if she wanted a totally kick ass artist, wait till June and get the German artist to do it. So I shall wait until then as well.
It makes me happy. I told my mom next week I'm gonna surprise her with a random face piercing, such as my lip. She was just like, "Whatever." Muahaha. Rebel, rebel without a cause.
In other news, I love Living Dead Dolls. My mom thinks they're quite Satanic and cult oriented, but when have I ever really cared about what she thought about what I like? Never. Oh well.
Now, I'm going to depart and get ready for bed. Yes, that's right. Bedtime at 11 o'clock. Why? you might ask. Because, simply, I'm tired.

So Long and Goodnight

Ashley

Hello dearest reader,
Tis the amazing return of me updating my journal. There's not much to really post about. This weekend was all but uneventful, Friday night consisting of babysitting five of my little rug rat cousins, and then Saturday being mine and Sandy's marathon around Limeridge. We really just had the intention to walk around for a few hours, but we ended up spending live five and a half hours there. It was fun though. I bought myself some nifty pants and a t-shirt, for the amazingly low price of only 60 bucks. I've been uber cheap for clothes so far so I didn't think 60 bucks was bad at Old Navy. And plus, the outfit im buying from Le Chateau is uber mcexpensive, and I'm buying it no matter what. Cause it's hot.
In other news, I love my Sandy and my Sandy loves me. He took me out this weekend and bought me my new Vans. I made him promise I could pay him back when I had the money and he obliged. Woot. And then he went into a toy store in Limeridge and bought a dollie for me. Not just any dollie, but my frist Living Dead Doll. She comes in her own coffin and had her own death certificate. It's so wicked-awsome. It rocks my own socks. I'm gonna keep collecting them so I can have the whole 7 series of them.
Well dear reader, that's enough of my ranting about stupid shit. I'll update it later.
*Salutations and goodnight*
-Ashley

So last night wasn't the best night at work. The person I work with, who shall remain nameless, decided that she was going to be an uber bitch to me, saying she couldn't work this weekend at all. NOT because she couldn't, because she DOESN'T WANT TO. It must be nice to pick and choose when you want work. She complained she never got to see her husband or little boy. Well, hello, I also have a family and a boyfriend I never get to see because I'm usually at work! My god, she works like 25 hours a week and compains it's too much. I hope she never gets a real job, working 40 hours a week. She'll never survive! And now, since she's decided not to work, I get to probably stay from 8.30am-5.30pm on Saturday. Yes, that's right. Opening to closing, all because she can't work. Thanks, thanks very much. Not just the fact she was being a bitch, but the fact that a few months ago she told me my boss wasn't giving me many hours because I wasn't "dependable" anymore. Because I was taking two days a week off so I could have some form of a social life and see my boyfriend. Well look who's not being dependable now. Bah!
And last night Amber showed up to pick me up from work with Cara and their friend Chris. I felt bad because I was in a bitchy mood and didn't wanna be a total bitch to them. But it turned out better than I thought. Cara, Amber and Chris are funny, and it cheered me up. Hahaha, making fun of people always cheers me up! (two brain cells left!) Lmao, it was a joke that I said last night.
I'm just not looking forward to working tomorrow with the person who pissed me off last night. It's just not going to be fun at all. Like I'm not saying sorry, because I obviously did nothing wrong. I'm not the one picking and choosing which days I can work. As it stands now, I have two days off again this week. The pay will be nice, but meh.
And now, I seem to be in a much better mood today. I woke up in a good mood. A little bit tired, but I was happy. And what makes me even more happy is the fact that I get to see Sandy for lunch today. I never get to see him anymore during the week because ..dun dun dun ..he got a job. So the only time I get to see him is on the weekends. Or when I skip some classes. Lmao.
And Amber is sitting beside me being a snob. I mean, the skank didn't even invite me out with Cara, Justine and her on friday. Cara invited me. THANKS NON-INVITERER AMBER WILDE. And now the hoe's trying to make it out like she invited me. NO, IT WAS CARA YOU NON-REMEMBERER. Hahaha. And she just threatened to not talk to me. Well, what can ya do? She'll talk to me in 3 ..2 ..1 ..and she talked. Hahaha. And now she has to live with the fact she never invited me. I'm obviously just joking with her. HOE BAG. SETTLE YOUR PONIES YOU LITTLE HORSE. Anywho, I'm off cause class is almost over. Goodbye dear readers.
-Ashley

My entry is about the self-explanatory title to my post. Amber is sitting beside me and even though she believes I'm the one that's not shutting the fuck up, it is her. On the contrary to my dear Watson, she will not close the orphus on her face. She just keeps talking and talking and talking and talking and I made her a card explaining to her that she should shut the fuck up before I KILLED HER IN THE FACE. Really, come on. I'm trying to sit here and be quiet because I'm really not doing any work in this class at all. And she still sits there talking, and gabbing, and making random idiot noises that no one really cares to hear. It would be a much better world if Madamoiselle Amber Starlee Wilde would shut her cake-hole before I kill her in the face. She's a bird, and birds in essence don't speak, and therefore she should SHADDA UPA!! Obviously to all you other birds out there, I'm joking. That dear child is the mother to my own, unborn children, and therefore I am forced to love her. In sexual ways of course.
In other news, I'm wearing a skirt today. And I feel like a tool and a half and three quarters. Really. But it's gonna be nice out so I figure why the fuck not. It's hoyt and I look hoyt. HA.
Being consistent with my paragraph before this one, it's going to be about thirteen degrees celcius and by Wednesday it's supposed to be eighteen ooutside. It makes me extremely happy. Happy in the pants happy. Happy Happy. (wink wink). HA. ANYwho, (CINDY LOU WHO??), Spring is finally here (I think) and I'm hoping for no more snow. This freakish weather is almost as freakish as Amber (but still not quite as freakish as Amber, haha.) I can't wait for the summer, when I can lay outside and roast myself to death. Because we all know with my paler than pale skin, I'll be a lobster in no time. WOOT, go me and my whiteness.
THAT'S ANOTHER THING PISSING ME OFF. I work at one of the ghetto malls in Hamilton, and all day long since I work with a few wigger girls, I constantly have these white trash boys who think they're black coming up to the counter swearing around all my customers. And to top it all off, when these fuck-tards come around, the girls stop working to talk about random useless shit with these fucking wanna-be rappers. It pisses me off so much, not because I dislike wiggers, just the fact that I'm left all alone to work and get things done so these chicks can waste time and air talking to these kids.
Well, that's enough of my ranting.
-Ashley