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It's been a long long while my dears. Me + work + school + vacations of awesomeness = no time to post :0(

I just got back today from a weekend spent at the Shakespearean Festival. Can I just tell you how much I love Shakespeare? Seriously. I. Love. Shakespeare. Muchos. Mi madre and I saw three plays this weekend - Henry V http://www.bard.org/news/video/videohenryv.html, As You Like It http://www.bard.org/news/video/videoasyoulikeit.html and my very most favorite The Comedy of Errors http://www.bard.org/news/video/videocomedy.html. I'm totally crushing on the actor (Quinn Mattfeld) who plays Antipholus of Syracuse. Needless to say, he is a hottie boombalottie - especially when he takes his shirt off in As You like It. The weekend was too short though, especially since I spent most of Saturday sleeping in the most comfortable bed ever made. That's what I get for staying up late trying to clean and ultimately failing. Meh.. it's all good. At least my laundry is done :0)

I went to San Francisco in July for the Harry Potter conference, did you know? Yeah. It was like the coolest thing EVER!!!!!!! I know you're jealous. You should be. I got to hang out with awesome roomies, got to ride elevators with Snape, Dumbledore, Prof. McGonagall, Harry and loads of other awesome witches and wizards, I got to see the 6th HP movie with a bunch of humungo HP fans, I drank a butt load of butter beer (virgin of course!) and got to ride around lots o' trolleys and walked like a thousand miles all over the piers AND i got to walk under sharks and sting rays ad stuff. Not too mention the fact that I got not one but TWO pictures with Percy Weasley. Oh yeah. I am awesome. And you can be awesome too since there's gonna be a n even better HP conference next year on Orlando. Oh yeeeeaaaaahhhh!

Pics of my trip will follow at some point or another.

Oh hey guess what?! I got an A in my math class and a B in my Psych class last semester. I was pretty darn excited. Hopefully this semester will be just as good since I'm trying to do 10 credit hours and work full time. Let's hope :0)

Ok it's 1:18 AM. Time for beddy bye.

kloveyabye

Ash

i think i may have made someone cry today

The nice part of me feels really bad cuz I hate seeing people cry, especially when I'm the cause. But the other part of me, the boss part, knows it needed to happen and feels that it was done it the best possible way.

I wasn't rude but I also didn't hide how upset I was that such a huge mistake had been made. It should never have happened in the first place. She knows better. I certainly didn't hide the fact that she should have known better, especially since she has been talked to about it before. I told her in absolute sincerity of the many ramifications that could occur because of this issue and why it's against company policy to do exactly what she did.

I probably could have been a little more compassionate but there comes a time when you have to throw away the nice guy attitude and kick some sense into people. Unfortunately, there's really no way to do that with out coming across as a total B&^$%. It sucks. Believe me. I hate being having to be like this cuz it's so not me.

I hate my job on days like this.

today is the day that something or other happened

That something or other is that Maverick's fountain drink machine was out of Diet Pepsi and my straw broke. What's the big deal? Nothing really, just thought I'd share my pain and sorrow with you. Thanks for listening... err uhhh reading :0)

Sunday was interesting. I felt like a blimp and therefore was super self conscious and then we had a lesson in Sunday school about the Word of Wisdom. This made an already self conscious Ash even more self conscious because I had my hair in a pony tail that day which showed both of my tattoos to everyone behind me all while people were commenting that tattoos defile our bodies. I felt like people were staring at me making judgements. I'm sure most if not all of it was in my head but I get paranoid when I'm feeling more than awful about... well ... me. Anywho, later that night as I was getting ready for bed I started thinking about the lesson and how amazing Heavenly Father is. Why is he amazing? For a plethora of reasons, but in this case it's because I had seriously been thinking about getting another tattoo while on vacation in San Fran. I find it so amazing and funny that right when I'm thinking about this we have a lesson on the very same thing. It made me think about why it is that I adhere to the no smoking, no drinking, no drugs, no coffee, etc, etc rules and yet fr some reason the no tattoo guideline holds no sway over me. I was thinking about how hypocritical it is for me to be ok with the one while I'm not with the others and about how if I make concessions for one thing, then I'll start making concessions for other things and then I'll probably wind up a chain smoking 25 year old with 16 children from 16 different men....probably not but still. When you let one thing slide you normally start to let other things slide. Not a good thing, especially since I''m trying really hard to come back to the church.

In other news, I bought a really cool church book for converts. Although I have been a member of the church for most of my life (converted when I was 9) I really don't know much about the church or it's principles. Anyway, I've read two chapters of it thus far and am totally loving it. They add a great sense of humor to their explanations for a lot of the things in the church that converts get confused by.

In even more other news, I had the great privilege of writing a somewhat angry letter to one of Westminster's deans on behave of one of my agents. It was super fun since most of the time when I want to write an angry letter or reply I can't because then I'd be fired. Don't worry, I wasn't rude or anything, just straightforward and yeah.. it was great.

I have homework to do so I shall say adieu.


*kloveyabye*


P.S. I facebook/blogger stalked the guy from my ward again, yesterday and today though not nearly as much so that's both a good sign and a bad sign.

P.S.S. I walked next to above mentioned guy on Sunday going from Sunday school to the chapel. I wanted to say something to him but all I could come up with was (referring to the walk to the chapel where everyone is packed together in a narrow hallway) "Don't you feel like cattle making the long, slow walk to be butchered?" Yeah, that was lame... especially since I was referring to us going to Sacrament meeting. So I said and did nothing. I should have smiled... yeah that would have been smart. sigh....

i'm a little embarrassed

I spent the majority of yesterday stalking a guy from my ward via facebook and blogger. That in and of itself isn't too worrisome since I do it to most movie stars. The problem with it now? There is a good chance that I will speak to this person at some point in the future and now I'm a little... ok a LOT embarrassed by the amount of time I actually spent cyber stalking him.

I'm going to blame it all on how bored I was at work yesterday... the fact that I did it once I got home from work is neither here nor there... seriously...

I'm starting to remind myself of that crazy girl from the movie "He's Just Not That Into You" which scares me because she had issues, major issues...

I need help.


*kloveyabye*

memories

I found my old blog from 2005/2006 a few days ago. While reading some of the posts I realized how much I have changed and why that would happen. The majority of it stems from moving into "the house". I remember being so excited about moving out and becomingN dult, able to make my own decisions and be independent (even though I was only 1/2 mile from my mom). While there were some definite good times and I have learned so much from the experience, I sometimes wish that I hadn't moved out. I've had to and will probably always have to deal with issues that I have because of living at that house. It makes me wonder if I would choose to do it all over again. Most days I say yes because I'm not one to have regrets but some days, sad days, depressing days I think there's no way I'd ever do it again. Too much pain, too much sorrow and loneliness came out of that experience. I know I'm damaged from what occurred there but I'm also stronger in some ways. It's just deciding that the strength I have gained makes all the bad stuff worth it.

Anywho, check out my old blog located in the "My Blog List" section.

*kloveyabye*