And we're back to the grind.

not before a crazy night out on the town, however.

First Night? met up with the marines again. brought one home. (kicked the roommie... :-) )

i started a blog.

i don't exactly know why.

link to come.

I don't quite know where I am going with this, but hold out. It may turn out to be a Carrie Bradshaw moment, or rather, a Picasso sketch that merely is strewn about and later reproduced to hang in MoMA to fill wall space; either way it's off my mind.

Believe it or not, I enjoy thinking late at night. While sleep induces itself unto the majority of society, save for the socialites partying, the alcoholics and college students of the world drinking, and the starving artists painting, I enjoy thinking. It's almost as good as the quiet of a new fallen snow. (thinking, that is) The hush, the muffled scream, that the snow brings, it's almost comparable to night-time.

A theory I've been developing? Lottery is the devil. No joke. More to come on that later. But for now, I'll divulge my queries and ideas on friendship.

The premises I include, of course, i) people change, ii) friendship is a relationship of 2 persons for utility and/or happiness.

Is it OK to allow a best friend to subside from said status to just a friend, and even further to an acquaintance? This person, who previously knew your inner most workings-- what made you tick, what your goals in life are, when to stop pushing the buttons, when to take them for coffee, etc.--- has now been demoted to a mere contact in your virtual Rolodex. What has happened? Have both the persons in this friendship changed? Has the utility vanished from the friendship, or is there no longer any happiness?

My point is, not that I know the answer or have an opinion, what degenerates a friendship? What makes the friendship crash, and is there a blackbox to salvage the relationship?

1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?
Interviewed for a job I really didn't care about, answered most of the questions sarcastically, and much to my suprise, got the job.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I find if you have resolutions, you might not keep them. If you don't, you are never dissapointed.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Clover. She's the cow at Stew Leonard's.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes. RIP Roger King.

5. What countries did you visit?
In 2006? Suprisingly none.

6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?
A good attitude.

7. What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
July. It was a bad day. For all of us.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Snatching a job with Fordham's General Counsel. A job that's reserved for law interns.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Alyssa Treat. ( ;-) love ya kiddo)

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Please. I don't want to relive it. The Health Center sucks, let's just put it that way.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
Dinner at the ESPNZone. ...Whatevs, I'm easily bought. Oh! And an iHome stereo, which Hilary and I use in the shower to entertain one another. ...Separately.

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
Mine. I may already be a winner of the Reader Digest Prize Draw!

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
My dog's. What a tool.

14. Where did most of your money go?
ESPNZone, MetroCards, Golden City, Fresh Taco Kitchen, and Coach.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Christmas Shopping and eating cheese and bread in CP in February in short sleeves and a tee shirt.

16. What songs will always remind you of 2006?
"Smack That". I DON'T KNOW!

17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?
give or take.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
been awesome.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
thinking i was already of awesome quality.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Eve i spent with mum and pops and the neighborhood. Day I spent with mum, pops and the Alts. herein: the fam.

22. Did you fall in love in 2006?
I know of no other term to describe my endearment for my new AF shirt.

23. How many one night stands?
Please. I go out once a week per semester. What is that, 20?

24. What were your favourite TV programmes?
Entourage.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
I don't hate, but I've grown to dislike a few more than I care to remain to like at the same time last year.

26. What was the best book you read?
Courtroom 302 ...no suprise there. And I reread Life on the Outside, and I also reread The Giver and I'm working on State of Fear.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Flute. I take all credit.

28. What did you want and get?
4 Marines.

29. What did you want and not get?
More rugby shirts.

30. What was your favourite film of this year?
Talledega Nights, I'm easliy amused. I'm off to see "A Night at the Museum" with mumsie pretty soon.

31. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?
19, went to massachusetts and ate an eclair. pretty freaking fantastic. Oh, and I think I went to the Pub.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
haha, I think Lindsay knows.... ;-) Something that didn't, but may have, over the summer, with a certain somebody.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?
It started off as 'preppy', with an 'i'm-going-to-pretend-i-really-don't-care' attitude, but it just escalated from there. I now wear sweatpants to the caf!

34. What kept you sane?
Hilary. She bought me alcohol on a Monday night. Some moron really made me angry. So I talked to my computer/myself for a while. She cured it with 2 40's.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Kevin Federline.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
It's actually right now. "Ashley" the "Pillow Angel".

37. Who did you miss?
my pet rock.

38. Who was the best new person you met?
and became good friends with? Allie.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006?
Don't eat the yellow snow; and be nice, but if you can't, don't waste time trying to water things down. Spit them out they way they appear.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?
'all the small things'

And now the "first sentence from every month" thing, with commentary!

yeah, im not doing that.

Happy 2007. Let the games begin.

merry christmas.

people often demand freedom of speech as a compensation
for freedom of thought which they seldom use.

in 2 hours it will be christmas eve. once again, the menu is plentiful, and there does not seem to be an end to the massive amounts of food to be served. friends and family will gather near, drinking, eating, spreading the christmas cheer, etc. kinda makes you reflect on what you have done this past year, and thinking "dammitall. do i really deserve these gifts?"

let's play 'what has ashley done this year!'

- in charge of 46 cases during the summer. read, summarized, and evaluated all the cases, giving an unqualified opinion on which ones should be tossed.
- began sophmore year, and ended freshman year in college
- let roommate dye her hair blonde.
- had to dye hair red, because the blonde did not come out as planned.
- broke into an administration/classroom building on a saturday at 6pm.
- fell out of said building.
- went out partying, and met 4 marines. ...hooked up with 3 of them.
- danced on far too many bartops.
- received and drank far too many free drinks.
- had a tongue far too sharp than necessary
- freaked out over an accounting exam
- got a job offer with the fordham's general counsel
- practiced LSAT's up the wazoo
- got a job at WFUV, broadcasting sports
- pulled off a 3.2gpa for the semester
- baked well over 74 jumbo cookies.

the last feat, intrinsically will earn me at least 1/3 of my chirstmas gifts, if not more.

2 stories for you ML. Get ready. Because, really, only my life could be this entertaining, and who else could write them down like this?

1) I had an accounting exam. It was a final. It was to be held on a Saturday, at 9:30AM. Hey, no biggie. 9:30AM, but on a Saturday? Whose sick mind decided that it would be a good idea to give COLLEGE STUDENTS (who enjoy partying on Friday nights) an exam on SATURDAY morning? whatever. All day Friday, I studied my brains out. I studied cash flows, I studied accounts receivables, I studied uncollectables, adjusting entries, and even goodwill. By 11pm, I still had no idea what I was doing. I decided to go to bed. I also decided that because the exam was 2 hours long, there was no way in hell I was staying that long. So I made the executive decision that I was leaving at precisely 11am. Before I went to bed, however, and long before 11pm the night before, I cracked. I cracked. I went ballistic. I took it all out on a good friend, and to my surprise, he took it quite well.
It began as a jest, a sort of poking of fun at him. Asking him how the girl he likes (who doesn't like him back) was, etc. Then, he asked how my exams were going. I freaked. "I'm going to fail my accounting mid-term!" No, you're not. "No, I don't think you understand. I am going to fail!" relax. it's paper and ink. that's all it really is. "NO! No its not! It's a test, that if I fail, it will drag down my entire GPA. Then, there goes my cum. THEN, I won't get into law school, and if I don't get into law school, I won't be able to be an attorney, and therefore, I will most likely never be happy, and die lonely and forgotten, and nobody will noticed that I have died until the smell drifts into the hallway." relax, its really not that bad. the whole class will probably fail too, so there will be a curve. "I don't know if you know this, but life isn't based on a curve! You can't go through life thinking 'gee, that presentation really sucked ass, but no worries, the CEO will most likely curve it.' " it's paper and ink. stop freaking out.
Well, I didn't stop freaking out until 9:40 the next morning, the morning of the exam. Then it hit me. It really didn't matter. It didn't matter that I had no idea what was on the test. I had spent hours freaking out, and making my friend's life a living hell, before I realized I had placed this test on a platform of paramount importance, when really, it didn't matter all that much.

i made jumbo cookies. for the last time. i don't care how much you pay, coerce, bribe or extort me to make these heathen cookies, i refuse. let's start with the recipe. hey, that sucked, didn't it? no set amounts, really, were given. So, Ashley played chemist all day. And didn't bother to write down the correct amounts, because quite frankly, who gave a damn after the batter was complete.
3/4 OR 1 cup of sugar. OH really?! In 4 years OR never i will make these cookies again. Let's just try that, shall we?
Batter tasted fine.
sat overnight.
emily and i rolled, cut, baked, and glazed over 74 of these precious gems. how long do they stay in the over, you may ask? Who the hell knows cares!? How much does the recipe for the glaze make? Why does it matter, when you don't even have amounts in the recipe!?
it was an EXPERIENCE. There were cookies and glaze EVERYWHERE.
and mum, with her fetish of ziploc bags, i may have used about 10, to put these godforsaken cookies in the freezer. OH RIGHT. There's no room in the freezer. Well, since mum was at school, I threw a ton of crap out to make room for these cookies. There was NO WAY that work was going to waste. It's an experience i'd rather not recount until a later date. a MUCH later date.

<3 peace out. it's christmas.

somethings warrant an explanation in life.

good company, a finely brewed cup of coffee, and a great film need not.

i have grown older in this world, and feel i have used up more than my fair share of allotted words and eager audiences.

succinctness is undeniably a virtue.

of which, i am in pursuit of.


back to paper writing and goal-seeking.

hot date tonight.

K.I.S.S.

okay. so, yesterday was obviously a fine example of why i love the rain.

after getting over a significant cold/virus/SARS, i was able to move from my bed to the bathroom without getting winded. true story.

so i figured i'd go to the caf. (1/2 across campus.) when i was done with brekkie/lunch i would go to South/North (all the way across campus), and make copies.

simple you say.

well, it was pouring, i couldn't breathe out my nose, i was wearing shorts and flip flops (it seemed like a good idea at the time), and carrying a binder. No, i didn't fall, but i didn't have an umbrella either.

soaked when i got to the caf. ate. went to south/north. ...COPIER BROKEN. whatthefuckmate. actually, no. not one, but BOTH the copiers were broken. fuckthisshit.

walked back, soping wet, and 2 cars sprayed me from the road.

took a shower when i got back, because i wasn't already wet enough, and relaxed. did work.

get a pedicure, and a colour lynn would NEVER approve of. 10 bucks. hotdiggtydamn.

and then....
i did the strangest thing online. ever. if you have facebook, you'll soon find out.
please feel free to hanrange me as much as possible. ;-)

if you have no idea what i am talking about, thats cool too. most of the time, i have no idea what people are talking about either.

point in case.

Lindsay Catherine, will you marry me? ;-) WE'LL TALK.
*phone tag sucks.

Hey _________! It's me. You are never going to believe what happened to me today. I'm sitting in the unemployment office, waiting on my LOSER of a caseworker...when from out of nowhere, this TOTAL stranger walks right up to me, sits down, and leans over and says something like "this is going to sound a little obsessive . This is going sound a little buit strange. I have but one thing to say before I turn and walk away. This is going to sound a little implusive. This is going to sound a little insane...but you and I will be together someday.

...super busy. Halloween party tonight. Slutty housewife.

crew. fall mets. bronx.

incoherent thoughts. fragmented sentences.

of note: (or not). I really you rather stay at your own school. I rather you not trollop around, much like you have for the past god-knows-how-many years. I'm sorry you made poor decisions.

okay. good talk.

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i suppose coming home has its perks.
went shopping, get a mani/pedi with mom and em, stew's (por supuesto), the pub!!!!!!, and many other glorious adventures with my home loves.

however, i miss fordham and my loves there dearly. I have missed a tino's sunday, which makes me utterly miserable. I don't know how much longer i can go without my chicken cutlet grinder.

in related news, unexpected visits are just that. unexepected as in unpleasant.

sometimes, less really is more. as in 'the less i see of you, the more i really don't want to see of you'.

but in terms of horsepower, green M&M's, snow-days, juicy-juice, and time spent with RK, ( :-) love ya babe haha), less is not always more.

incidentally, i miss my roommie, and i went to home depot.
true story.

p.s. p.s. is out. also is totes obvi in.