<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707</id><updated>2011-12-11T14:42:22.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the World of High School</title><subtitle type='html'>Self Explanitory...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-8465087739030225491</id><published>2011-12-11T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:42:22.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish</title><content type='html'>Times like this make me wanna get in the car, blast the loudest rebellious music I can find, pick you up, and keep driving in no particular direction just to see what adventures we encounter never once to stop and think it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for when I can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-8465087739030225491?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/8465087739030225491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8465087739030225491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8465087739030225491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-wish.html' title='My Wish'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2481937832993165495</id><published>2011-10-11T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:36:23.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever a Kid</title><content type='html'>When you're young, there seems to be one question people always ask: What do you want to be when you grow up? The expected reply is to say what occupation or career you want to have when you reach your adult years, but what does it really mean to "grow up"? To me, that phrase connotes being overly stressed, obsessed with work, and out of touch with having fun. With this in mind, why would you want to grow up? I heard my younger brother say the other day that he can't wait until he's grown.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Personally, I never want to grow up. I want to continue to do what it is I love everyday. I want to still have those stupid butterflies when I've been married for 30 years because I still would be really happy when my husband looked at me. I want to enjoy cartoons on Saturday mornings while eating my breakfast even if I have kids  that are no longer interested in them. I don't want my job to feel like a job, I want it to be something that excites me daily. Most of all, I want to keep the unique outlook on the world that only children can have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know growing old is inevitable, but I want to chose to never grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2481937832993165495?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2481937832993165495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/10/forever-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2481937832993165495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2481937832993165495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/10/forever-kid.html' title='Forever a Kid'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-193246198602887819</id><published>2011-08-15T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:31:35.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya know, when you're in the habit of doing things just cause you want to and not caring about the outcome or consequences, life is pretty easy. But once you start to actually make good decisions and caring about the example you're setting, life gets much more complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm starting to get some things right again, a new fear has risen up in me. I'm terrified to screw up like I have before. I'm scared that I'll ruin one of the best things I have right now over a stupid choice down the line. Honestly, if that happens, I don't think I could handle it. But most of all, I have a fear of letting down all the people that expect things from and even look up to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-193246198602887819?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/193246198602887819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/08/ya-know-when-youre-in-habit-of-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/193246198602887819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/193246198602887819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/08/ya-know-when-youre-in-habit-of-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3467318238093451675</id><published>2011-08-01T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:20:17.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>When will I finally be growing up in your eyes? There is so much potential going for me right now, but it's being held back from me because of you. I'm so close to being an adult but at the same time still young enough to enjoy the things in life I'll never get again. This is the time for me to be making the memories that I'll long to relive for the rest of my life. What am I going to have to look back on if you prevent me from starting to get my taste of the world? I'm at an age where I could own and drive a car, have a job, even drop out of high school and move out on my own if I wanted to. I could be doing so much more with my life, but you are constantly standing in my way. I know you miss the days of me being dependent on you and needed you with me a lot of the time. It's time for you to learn, though, that you should start letting go some. How am I going to make it in the world on my own in a couple years if I don't start going out in it now? I think it's due time for your image of me in your eyes to start to change to who I am not and not the little girl with pigtails I was then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3467318238093451675?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3467318238093451675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3467318238093451675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3467318238093451675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-your-eyes.html' title='In Your Eyes'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-8682812446822214435</id><published>2011-07-22T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:03:35.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu me manques</title><content type='html'>The days we're together are like mere seconds, but the days we're apart are years. Come  back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-8682812446822214435?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/8682812446822214435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/07/tu-me-manques.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8682812446822214435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8682812446822214435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/07/tu-me-manques.html' title='Tu me manques'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-5408341372565637073</id><published>2011-06-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:46:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much. Why can't it be as simple as let's just hang out tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-5408341372565637073?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/5408341372565637073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/5408341372565637073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/5408341372565637073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-6348049826337893602</id><published>2011-06-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:10:50.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which path in which direction with which reflection?</title><content type='html'>I don't even know anymore. Who I am. Where I'm going. It all seems so foreign to me.  Why can't I just show my emotions anymore? Show my boyfriend the strong feelings of what could be love for him. Go off on someone who makes me mad. Give the biggest smile ever to those who make me happy. Hug the ones I miss. Cry over events that sadden me. All this used to be me. I even used to have everything figured out and just waiting on me to get to it. Is this same girl still inside somewhere? Is she hidden by a mirage? Or have I become something different? When will I figure this out? When will I quit drastically changing on the inside? When will I finally know who I am. And more importantly: how can I get to where the real me is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-6348049826337893602?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6348049826337893602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/06/which-path-in-which-direction-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6348049826337893602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6348049826337893602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/06/which-path-in-which-direction-with.html' title='Which path in which direction with which reflection?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2884630717622454565</id><published>2011-05-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:25:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vita è come una farfalla</title><content type='html'>Life is like a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;You come and live a short time as a caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;Then when your time is up, you form your cacoon and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In that sleep, you morph into something else.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you knew and what others knew of you is gone.&lt;br /&gt;But then your spirit is free and you soar for eternity. &lt;br /&gt;Life is like a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Brandon. We all miss you and can't wait to see you again one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2884630717622454565?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2884630717622454565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-vita-e-come-una-farfalla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2884630717622454565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2884630717622454565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-vita-e-come-una-farfalla.html' title='La vita è come una farfalla'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-8523160402943789016</id><published>2011-02-16T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:54:25.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm....</title><content type='html'>High school. The years. How crazy they get even if you're not involved. Yep. Some aspects make me excited for college. Others make me never wanna leave. Just when you think you have it figured out it takes another twist. I wonder what will happen next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-8523160402943789016?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/8523160402943789016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/02/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8523160402943789016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8523160402943789016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm....'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-1556410243236521877</id><published>2011-02-14T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:58:57.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persone</title><content type='html'>People. Its amazing how they change. I wonder at times if the changes even I go through are for the better. Or even I'm the only who has changed and everyone else has stayed the same. Hm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-1556410243236521877?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/1556410243236521877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/02/persone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/1556410243236521877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/1556410243236521877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/02/persone.html' title='Persone'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-845499058766687399</id><published>2011-01-04T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:23:59.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2011 :o</title><content type='html'>So another year has ended and a brand new one has started. Tends to happen every 365-6 days. I know I haven't posted in a while so I'm going to do a recap of 2010 from my vantage point. I feel like so much happened last year so this will be kind of a closure thing for me for last year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had finally made it through my first semester of my freshman year and started to finally get what high school is about and how to survive it. Lost some friends at the end of the year plus my boyfriend at the time, gained some new friends over the summer though. I had such an amazing experience at a summer camp. I not only set my Christian life in motion but also met some people I know I'll never forget. One of my best friends moved back and now is my neighbor. Not long after, I began my sophomore year. One of my friends I have pretty much grown up with even though we weren't that close went to her heavenly home. A few weeks after, I got to see one of those new friends I know I'll never forget for a weekend. Once school started, my social life had really taken off again. Not much happened until the holidays and of course there was family drama. Probably came close to failing a class, but also became very focused on school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I suppose you can say I lost friends, but then gained friends. Fell out of love, and am most likely falling for another. Had my good times, and those where I thought my world was coming to an end. Through all of that, I would love to say thank you to all the people in the past year who have helped me get through this crazy little thing called life. If it wasn't for them, who knows where I would be today? So here's a thank you and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it is the new year, I feel like its a time to reflect but to also look towards the future. I haven't really thought of a resolution yet but I do have a few goals I would like to complete this year. One of them is to improve as much as possible in my studies. Another is to improve more as a Christian and being that example people need as well as someone people know they can come to talk or ask about God. I would also like to be a better friend. I feel like sometimes I'm not up to par with that area. Lastly, a goal I have for myself as of right now is for that one person to know how I feel towards him and that it'd be returned. And of course that we could be together even though that seems impossible right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mainly needed to get all that out. If anyone read this, you really didn't have to. It was just a release of thoughts for me. But if you did, I'll let you know I'm done now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3ox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hearts, hugs and kisses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-845499058766687399?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/845499058766687399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-2011-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/845499058766687399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/845499058766687399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-2011-o.html' title='It&apos;s 2011 :o'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3033345076918777146</id><published>2010-07-20T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:26:21.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title goes here.</title><content type='html'>I swear a persons thoughts can be a death trap. Well, at least it seems that way in my head. Things get so complicated in there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I'm bitter sweet about the summer coming to an end. I'm not ready for it to be over. It feels like the break has just begun and now its winding to a close. I really wish I could go back to about a month ago at camp and do just a couple things different to see if maybe some things would be a bit different now. On the flip side, I'm ready for school to start back cause I feel like that's the only time I get close to some of the people I hold most dear to my heart. I know it shouldn't be that way but it seems like that's how it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I've been thinking about recently is I'm finally ready to move onto someone else now that things have been fixed with the ex. I know I'm ready to date someone else and want to but there's pretty much no one I'm interested in right now. Yeah I know a guy or two that's good eye candy and have been asked out by someone I know kinda well but none of them seem right. Maybe I'll get lucky this year and find an amazing guy to be with for a while. Dunno. What I do know though is I want that special love in my life that only the one can give you. I am very aware that I will most likely have to wait until after high school or even college to find that love if it's mean for me to have it at all in my life. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a totally different note, absolutely nothing new has happened recently. I. Am. So. Bored. I need adventure. Just need to take a couple of friends and some money and just go out in the world and do crazy stupid things and just live life. Do that and  say we in fact did something with our lives and not just sit back and watch life pass you by. We're only young and youthful for so long. We need to do something with it before it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3033345076918777146?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3033345076918777146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/07/title-goes-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3033345076918777146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3033345076918777146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/07/title-goes-here.html' title='Title goes here.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3841339582990617748</id><published>2010-06-29T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:30:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midway checkpoint?</title><content type='html'>So we're only maybe to the halfway point of summer and so much has already happened. Oh where to start? I guess you can consider the trip to 6 Flags the beginning of summer. I had a lot of fun just hanging and screaming my head off with my school friends away from school. For the next week or two after that I did pretty much nothing but swim, lay out and babysit my brother. Big bundle of excitement, I know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first full week in June, I went to a camp with my youth group in South Carolina. I must say that week's theme definitely describes that week for me. The theme was Kairos and that's Greek meaning defining moments which I have a feeling that week was a defining moment in my life. I finally fixed a relationship that needed mending, grew a lot closer to a couple people who normally I don't really talk to, and finally realize where I actually stand on my viewpoint of religion and my relationship with God. Also in the group I was in at the camp we went around to at least one nursing home a day to just sing to the elderly and do puppet shows and pretty much just brighten their day. After we would do our show [I guess that's what you would call it], we would go around and just talk to the people and show them love since most of them probably don't have family that can visit them often. I know for sure that 3 of those many elderly ladies really touched me that week. One of them did just by getting to know her and learning how she grew up and having a connection with her through that. Another just told me about what all she was going through and just by talking to her and praying with her I had my eyes opened to the fact that even though she was just another old person, they need love and us younger people really should show them that and be there for them more than we are. The third lady I remember because all I said to her was, "Bye! Have a good day!" and her whole face just lit up to just hear 5 simple words said to her. It really made me realize how much just a simple word can impact a person. I don't think I'll ever forget these ladies or any of the other people I talked to. I also hope that I never forget the things I learned and promised to myself that week too. I really hope that once school starts that I'll be able to keep it up unlike last year when in the first couple weeks I faltered and went right back to the same things. -sigh- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That week and the week after I feel like  I got a lot closer to the people in my youth group. I mean we were somewhat close before but now we all feel more like family and I finally have a few more good friendships with people I've been wanting to be closer to. It's also pretty exciting that one of my best friends on Earth has finally moved back to the same side of the country again and is now living two houses down from my house! How epic is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I've gotten closer to old friends recently, I'm starting to have the struggle people sometimes get when new friends are added to the equation. I feel like I'm getting closer to my new friends and further from the ones I've been with forever. It's hard to find the balance you need when one of those new friends is kinda a love interest too. I know with time, though, things will fall back into place of how they should be. There's still a lot left to summer and I have a feeling that the trend of awesomeness that has started will continue. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3841339582990617748?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3841339582990617748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/06/midway-checkpoint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3841339582990617748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3841339582990617748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/06/midway-checkpoint.html' title='Midway checkpoint?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3682690540800477892</id><published>2010-05-14T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:24:44.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer '010</title><content type='html'>So the school year is finally almost reached it's conclusion. My freshman year has definitely been a new experience, but now I feel like I've finally caught on to this whole high school thing.Throughout the year I have learned that studying is the key to surviving academically. After the first couple tests from each teacher, i came to the conclusion that you must take good notes and study them to get a decent grade. I also learned that with just a little reaching out to people can lead to finding people you enjoy hanging out with and maybe even new friends. But to overall survive, I learned that you have to find the thin balance between the two which can be hard. You definitely have to enjoy the time with friends though. I have made so many good memories this year and i know that the trend will continue for the next 3 years as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost going to miss being a freshie next year. Not quite all the way though. I'm finally working my way up the seniority chain and will have people below me next year again. I know the work is going to get harder but I think i can handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the moment, I am counting down the days until summer break. i am determined to make this year's summer break as awesome if not more so than last year's which is going provide me with a good challenge. My main goal is to just take it one day at a time and enjoy it as much as possible. And to rest. Rest will be very much appreciated this summer. here's to summer 2010 and the end of yet another school year. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3682690540800477892?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3682690540800477892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3682690540800477892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3682690540800477892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-010.html' title='Summer &apos;010'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-7325062831786353966</id><published>2010-04-11T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:20:07.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:'/</title><content type='html'>So... I'm not sure were to start for this one. I guess I'll go back a few weeks ago when it all started. My grandmother had a case of pneumonia and she couldn't hardly breathe so she had to call an ambulance and was in the hospital for a weekend.  While she was there in ICU, the doctor's discovered that her heart only has 20% capacity or whatever when she's supposed to have around 90% so it's pretty bad. The doctor's even told her that she could pretty much go at any moment and that basically she's a dying woman as we speak. That alone has got me upset. About a week or so after she got home from the hospital she went to a cardiologist for some tests and ended up having to spend the weekend with us. That same weekend she was put on oxygen for when she sleeps. They said eventually she'll probably have to be on it 24/7. Starts bothering me more at this point. Just yesterday we were at her house visiting for a little bit and she told us that now it doesn't take much for her to get short of breath. Like it only takes talking for too long and she starts to get short of breath and has to gain it back again. If you have ever met her, you know that this sounds nothing like her and this is how bad its getting and its getting there fast. Even when we see here now, the conversation comes up about what to do with her stuff, her will, and everything like that. They expect me to be the strong one too since in most other circumstances I am but in this one I'm usually crying my eyes out on the inside when they talk like that. And it doesn't help matters that I never know when I'm with her if it will be the last time I ever talk to her, hug her or say I love you to her. I really wish she could just get better and we go on with our lives happily but pretty much the only way for it to get better is for her to pass on to her perfect body in heaven that's waiting for her. All in all, this is a really hard time for me emotionally and it's probably going to get a lot worse before it'll get better. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-7325062831786353966?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7325062831786353966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7325062831786353966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7325062831786353966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3785521694230002282</id><published>2010-03-08T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:27:23.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've lost your muchness. xD</title><content type='html'>I has been a while since I have blogged just  for the heck of it. I guess it's a good thing that I actually have something to talk about but recently it's been about a bunch of deep topics. Well... At least for me.  So... Here's to a pointless blog to entertain those who like random ramblings. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on facebook the other day and one of my friends on there had a status that intrigued me. It basically was about how she met some people somewhere and they thought that she wasn't supposed to be as good looking and nice of a person just cause of the school that both she and I attend. Apparently, to go to our high school you have to be from the ghetto and be all gangster or white trash. To me, that just shows that people really need to get to know people better or at least have more knowledge of what they're talking about before they go off running their mouth about something. Yeah, we did have a really bad fight Friday afternoon and we've had other issues but so do other schools. Most people at my school aren't that bad. Well.. Not like they're thinking. There are still some non-sluts and non-gang members at my school. Several people actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point? Know more before you create a judgement/conclusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note~ ♫ hahah  cheesey, I know but it still probably made you smile. :) or not. Dunno. I'm not sitting with you right now as you read this to see your expression so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho.  I saw my new favorite movie this weekend. I even blogged about it on November 22. Oo. Haha. Yeah.. Alice in Wonderland finally came out! And It. Was. _______. Fill in the adjective of your choice cause I can't pick just one myself. I absolutely loved it. I kidnapped my friend and we saw it in 3-D. Cause that's what the cool kids do. I won't tell you anything that happens because I hate spoilers so I'll wait a while to talk about deets. If you know me in person and just haven't happened to stumble upon this blog, then you know I will defintely be quoting this for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my favs: "You were much... muchier back then. You've lost you're muchness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Speak. Entertain me with you're words. ... I love my fat boys." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Am I mad?" 'Yes. Absolutely bonkers, but let me tell you a secret: most of the best people are.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so, so many more quotes I absolutely love that I cannot recall at this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland is, by far, my favorite movie now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNtpaCnmJpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNtpaCnmJpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ main song for it. Alice by Avril Lavigne. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3785521694230002282?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3785521694230002282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/youve-lost-your-muchness-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3785521694230002282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3785521694230002282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/youve-lost-your-muchness-xd.html' title='You&apos;ve lost your muchness. xD'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2081197944561755981</id><published>2010-03-01T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:43:03.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what to call this, so I'm going with this. :)</title><content type='html'>As of Friday, I am now officially 15 years of age. I am hoping that this new chapter in this incomplete book of my life will be a little bit better than the last. Keeping with the metaphor, Chapter 14 was rather crazy for me. I mean this point a year ago, I knew I was becoming more rebellious and all but i didn't know I was just a week or two away from making the biggest mistake of my life so far. I changed so much during this time. I painted my room, pierced my ears for the first time, started straightening my hair, viewpoints changed, my inner person changed. I started getting closer to my best friend at the time, Jasmine, before I had to deal with her moving across the country. All of this and more has made me into the person I am today and I am aware of this even though I'm not proud how it all came about. The closer to the 1 year mark the more I am reminded. Most people don't even know how I wild my spirit truly was at that time. And then around sometime in June I went to a camp with my youth group and it made me really think about all the crap I had done/was doing and how most of it wasn't right. I started fixing things and it was working for the most part until school started back when i entered this whole new world called high school. Ever since just August, I have changed again too and still am. I'm finding myself facing some of the same challenges as i did this time a year ago. it helps that now I'm closer to my friends and even my family and I also have a great boyfriend there for me no matter what. But I'm also worried that I'm going to fall into some of the same stuff again and i really don't want to. The news I just received yesterday of my youth leader and his wife leaving doesn't really help either. i know we can still talk and go to them for anything but they are the first adults to ever know &lt;b&gt;that &lt;/b&gt;much about me. So its hard to deal with that since I feel we all have a special connection with them in just the short time they've known us all.  I guess all that was just to say that this next part of my life is most likely going to be a roller coaster of events again. Hopefully it'll be better than last year and that i won't have to go through some of the same stuff as I did last year. Here's to a better year. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2081197944561755981?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2081197944561755981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-sure-what-to-call-this-so-im-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2081197944561755981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2081197944561755981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-sure-what-to-call-this-so-im-going.html' title='Not sure what to call this, so I&apos;m going with this. :)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-7388599921068371975</id><published>2010-02-22T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:52:19.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15~ :) ~ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'm excited for the best day ever. What is that you ask? The day we celebrate my entering into the world. Heck yes. Thats pretty much all I have going on i the near future. Thought you should know. :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-7388599921068371975?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7388599921068371975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7388599921068371975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7388599921068371975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/15.html' title='15~ :) ~ ♥'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-6709737747424464909</id><published>2010-02-18T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:49:46.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really? Stupidity annoys me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are many things in life that just really rub me the wrong way. Yes I am leading into a rant. Enjoy or leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For starters, it really irritates me when people are retarded in a relationship.  Specifically when they doubt the feelings of the other one in that relationship. I mean seriously. If he says he loves you and everything why do you doubt it? Especially when you feel the same way or even stronger? And then a couple months after you break up, you still have feelings for him? Really? Not making sense here. End of that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, why on earth would you make such a fan-girl-esque comment on a social networking site  about that guy 3 or more months after you're broke up AND he has another girlfriend who happens to be your friend on the site and can easily see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stupidity of that, for one, makes me mad cause I can't stand stupid people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also that fact that someone would do that makes me mad too. I know I'm probably sounding insecure or whatever to those who know the situation, but I'm really not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess what all that is getting to is the point of why act like that when you already had your chance? What I'm saying is, if you still have feelings for him you shouldn't have blown it while you had it. Instead of doubting everything, you should have embraced it and enjoyed that the person you liked or even loved had the same feelings for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all I'm going to say on this for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-6709737747424464909?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6709737747424464909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-stupidity-annoys-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6709737747424464909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6709737747424464909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-stupidity-annoys-me.html' title='Really? Stupidity annoys me...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-4982195353562980989</id><published>2010-02-09T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:10:46.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New friends are an interesting creature. Seriously. They spark so much curiosity since you know nothing about them but at the same time it causes awkwardness for the same reason. I love talking to new people but sometimes I find it hard to find something to talk to them about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today in chorus my teacher pretty much made me sing a solo to Send It On. [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3xh6_jhlnU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3xh6_jhlnU&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's very obvious I'm not comfortable with those people yet cause I turned red while doing so and normally I do no such thing from just singing. Hopefully soon I will get over this. We started doing Beatles songs too. It's very apparent that they were high when they wrote their work. I like the music though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well this is going nowhere unlike what I had hoped for. Oh well. That wraps it up for tonight I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-4982195353562980989?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4982195353562980989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4982195353562980989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4982195353562980989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored-ramblings.html' title='Bored Ramblings'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-461517409927029590</id><published>2010-01-15T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:01:34.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pilosophical view?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I suppose it's normal to have a change in opinions on certain topics as time goes on.  Today in my World History class, we got on the topic of religion. Touchy topic for some, I know. But it really got me thinking about something that been on my mind recently. The faith I have been brought up in is Christianity. I  know pretty much everything about it that one needs to know to abide by it. But do you really have to go by a religion to believe in God? Do you have to believe every little ting in the Bible to become a Christian? Or to get into heaven? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after pondering this, I have come up with my own theory/philosophy on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that you don't necessarily have to follow a religion to believe in God. I mean, its probably a good idea to follow a religion but I don't think its absolutely crucial like people say it is.  I can still be a Christian without going to church or reading the Bible or even agree with everything in the Bible.  My perspective after thinking this through is this: You can believe in God or whoever it is you believe in without following a distinct religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This doesn't mean I'm gong to go out and forget my values and beliefs such as Jesus being my savior and that there is a God that is the only one. I'm just saying that I don't necessarily have to follow a religion or be religious to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dunno. Having mixed feelings about this whole "you have to be in a religion" mentality people seem to have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just needed to voice it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-461517409927029590?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/461517409927029590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-pilosophical-view.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/461517409927029590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/461517409927029590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-pilosophical-view.html' title='New pilosophical view?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2054171212949180032</id><published>2009-12-28T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:21:55.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's mixed feelings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I should have a completely random post since I haven't had one in a while. So, Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The year is just days away from being over. I feel as if I haven't really grasped that yet in my head. I mean after a wonderful year like 2009 was for me I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; to an end. So many great things happened. I know with the year ending I should be inspired to make this upcoming year just as great and unique as this year was. I guess I'm just one of those people who doesn't enjoy letting things go. If I could relive anything I would definitely choose this year. All the way from January 1st to now. I would relive every detail from the horrible things I did that only few know of to stupid choices that even go to relationships I was in to all the kick butt awesome times with friends and family to the time I closed myself off in my room and cried. I dunno. I guess I'm not wanting to let o of everything when really its already over and going into a new year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really mean anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I feel better now. All that was just to have a thought dump that I needed to have. But all is well now. :) Happy New Year to all and I hope 2010 will be a good year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2054171212949180032?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2054171212949180032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2054171212949180032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2054171212949180032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-mixed-feelings.html' title='New Year&apos;s mixed feelings..'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3095978342631644993</id><published>2009-12-15T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:08:24.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to catch you up~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its been ages and a day since I last posted something on here so I feel like I must write again. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main thing in my life right now is I'm still happily loving my boyfriend. I still can't believe its been over a month...  But yeah. He's still amazing in my eyes which is all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another good thing that has occurred is my brother finally got on some medications that help him out. With the new meds we shouldnt have to go through what we did a month ago.  So I think we have reached the light at the end of that tunnel for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life keeps getting better too. Tomorrow at 10:30 AM I will be having the happiest moment of my life. This whole semester I have been struggling through my honors biology class. One of the toughest classes I have ever taken. I thought I was going to fail miserably but after the exam tomorrow I will be done with that class once and for all!!! &gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's pretty much the only things to be updated about... I know I have a lame life but oh well~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace~ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3095978342631644993?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3095978342631644993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-to-catch-you-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3095978342631644993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3095978342631644993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-to-catch-you-up.html' title='Just to catch you up~'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-8036299620896249022</id><published>2009-12-10T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:07:20.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is Better Than One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” You may ask&lt;br /&gt;For many a reason&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one,&lt;br /&gt;For one simple reason among many&lt;br /&gt;For when there is two,&lt;br /&gt;One may not be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;When there is only one,&lt;br /&gt;There is no company to be kept,&lt;br /&gt;No words are spoken to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;And one suffers in a solitary world.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary,&lt;br /&gt;When there are two,&lt;br /&gt;Company is around and is very treasured,&lt;br /&gt;Many words are shared,&lt;br /&gt;Memories are made to last a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;And neither of the two has to worry about the solitary side.&lt;br /&gt;When two come together,&lt;br /&gt;Wondrous events can occur.&lt;br /&gt;The relationship can become more than what was ever thought of at first.&lt;br /&gt;Two may find the best friendship the world has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Two may also find what they may mistake as family.&lt;br /&gt;Or in a miraculous event,&lt;br /&gt;Two may have found the one they are meant to be with for life.&lt;br /&gt;The one in which the other can’t live without.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for indeed,&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one for this is the only way one may find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Ashley Holt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-8036299620896249022?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/8036299620896249022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8036299620896249022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8036299620896249022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is Better Than One'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-9206059693227786843</id><published>2009-11-27T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:52:07.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Dedicate This To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have this one friend who has been dying for me to write about her since she found out about my blog. So here's to you Boo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one I call my Boo I have known since we were still in Pampers and before we knew of the evils of the world. We have slowly through time built a pretty good friendship. When we were in the elementary years of our school career, we weren't really necessarily the best of friends but were there for each other when needed. Once she got into middle school, our friendship quickly turned into what we refer to as sisterhood. Yes we have had our bad times where we hated each other's guts and got into verbal fights that were not suitable for G Rated viewers. But we always make up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some have gotten rather jealous of the friendship we have whether they will admit it or not. We do love each other dearly and some may find that creepy but its all in a totally straight way. We haven't had hardly any time to spend with each other recently which makes me pretty sad and her too. But with school and such its hard. For some reason, though, she thinks I would give up my boyfriend just to see "her gorgeous face". Direct quote I tell you. I would go pretty far for her but not to the distance to give up the guy who has that part of my heart right now. I love ya Boo and maybe this post has finally made you happy since its all about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-9206059693227786843?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/9206059693227786843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-dedicate-this-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/9206059693227786843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/9206059693227786843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-dedicate-this-to.html' title='And I Dedicate This To...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2818473917864199532</id><published>2009-11-22T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:26:06.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a pretty awesome weekend. Yeah. That's right, I have something to write about that I did. Friday, Sarah and I raided Anna's house and we went to The Warehouse. That place is the shizz and can't wait til I get a car so I can and just hang out at places like that. Once we left there, all three of us pretty much crashed at Anna's house. Then Saturday, after going to Burger King we saw the most popular movie out this weekend, New Moon. Bottom line: It was waaaay better than twilight was. While we were there I saw posters for a movie I am excitedly awaiting. I know it'll make me sound like I'm stuck in my childhood but I really don't care. I am proud to say i a looking forward to seeing Alice in Wonderland. I mean look at how cool Jonny Depp looks as the Mad Hatter: &lt;a href="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r13/india1995/alice-in-wonderland-2010-2009072110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r13/india1995/alice-in-wonderland-2010-2009072110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yuh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, To get back on topic.... After we left the theater, we went and watched the Christmas parade. I dunno if running up and down he main street or hanging out at the playground afterwards was more fun.. All in all, I had a very good time this weekend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2818473917864199532?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2818473917864199532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2818473917864199532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2818473917864199532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap-up'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-237219207285596241</id><published>2009-11-20T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:04:38.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We finally have a free day in here so I shall write until I get tired of typing... or get bored... or just run out of ideas... yeah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am uber excited about tonight/tomorrow. That's right. I hear a fun weekend coming up. So tonight sometime I'm raiding good ol' Anna's house along with Sarah. &gt;:D Oh yes. And then sometime tomorrow [now that I know it's not sold out] we're going to see New Moon. Be prepared for an excited fangirl post tomorrow. hahah... I'm actually starting to get excited for it. Unlike 14 posts ago, I am ready for it. Yeah it's going to be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed that some people tend to write about their love life in their blog. I wonder why that is. I know having a someone special in you life is something you would want to share with the world but for some reason I can never bring myself to do so. Maybe that's just me. Some feelings should stay to yourself I think and only a few people you would also want to know. Not to be broad casted for the world literally to see since something like that is pretty personal. dunno... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-yawn- School is rather tiring....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna put in a picture since I haven't done that in a long time. stupid blocked sites... All I want to do is post a pretty faerie picture but it wont let meh... D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:O New Moon picture instead!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SwaTgUNTh0I/AAAAAAAAACo/45esrJULDx4/s1600/3157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406170586094470978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SwaTgUNTh0I/AAAAAAAAACo/45esrJULDx4/s320/3157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Kellan is in it~ :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been pretty much pointless so I'm going to go now~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara~ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-237219207285596241?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/237219207285596241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/free-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/237219207285596241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/237219207285596241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/free-day.html' title='Free day!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SwaTgUNTh0I/AAAAAAAAACo/45esrJULDx4/s72-c/3157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3978425930861583668</id><published>2009-11-18T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:05:12.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in class waiting for it to start. I kinda don't like getting here early. Well, I guess that's better than getting here late and having to serve a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;detention&lt;/span&gt; or Saturday school, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much have nothing to write about today so this will be pretty much pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to type 750 words from a newspaper that was about nothing more than Thanksgiving food. Oh so exciting. -apply heavy sarcasm here-&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much I'm tired of typing and shall get caught up on My Life Is Average. I swear that site is addicting.&lt;br /&gt;off to read about funny average people~ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3978425930861583668?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3978425930861583668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-im-sitting-in-class-waiting-for-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3978425930861583668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3978425930861583668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-im-sitting-in-class-waiting-for-it.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-5921234985450711285</id><published>2009-11-16T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:33:16.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 words + an emoticon</title><content type='html'>I'm tired but today shall be awesome. I know it will. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-5921234985450711285?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/5921234985450711285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-words-emoticon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/5921234985450711285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/5921234985450711285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/11-words-emoticon.html' title='11 words + an emoticon'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-7807485618629047377</id><published>2009-11-15T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:58:15.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a lil clearing out of the upstairs..</title><content type='html'>I feel like I need to have a thought dump. Well, I guess that's the point of having a blog... &gt;&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;So Friday the 13th wasn't that bad for me. My mom had her birthday and I tried my best to make it special for her since it was just us two. Then later that night, I helped host a slumber party which was a success I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday once I got home, we had one of the parties for my brother's birthday. So I had to clean my room, then help host that, and help clean up afterwards. A lot to do for someone who had only 3 or 4 hours of sleep the night before. I eventually went to bed last night around midnight once my sleep deprivation hyperness went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to get up at like 8 to go to church which wasn't half bad since I got to see my boyfriend but still. After church, we had another party for my brother. Not long after that I went to small group and now on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: My weekend has been very busy for me. It has also worn me out and quite frankly, I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I might but up for it if I didn't have to be there til around 2 in the afternoon so I could sleep til after 12 sometime but still get to see my people that I love being with everyday. And while at school, just hang out with these people since all of us don't get to near enough as a full group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something I really miss about being in middle school. We all got o hang out together all the time because even though we didn't all have the same teacher, we did get to have lunch to claim as ours and it was great. this year is not so much and I miss having that time. Not to say I'm unhappy with the crew I sit with at lunch and the people in my classes, I just miss what we had last year. But I'm also glad that I am past what I went though during that time too. I'll probably go on about that sometime in another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been really long and maybe not all the way pointless. I feel somewhat less crowded in my brain now too. xD Well If you have took the time to read all of this, I applaud you and must now bring you the sad news of this journey: It's over now. No more to write about tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night world~ &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-7807485618629047377?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7807485618629047377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-i-need-to-have-thought-dump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7807485618629047377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7807485618629047377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-like-i-need-to-have-thought-dump.html' title='Just a lil clearing out of the upstairs..'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-4290218806303091064</id><published>2009-11-13T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:58:53.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PowerPoint Amusement</title><content type='html'>First time I've had the chance to write in the past few days. Stupid homework... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been working on power point presentations in computer class. It has made come to like making them. Who knew they'd be so much fun? I wouldn't know cause even though my computer is pretty new, it doesn't have that capability so this is really my first time working with it. I wish all of our teachers would make that our assignment &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; that would make it so much more fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;The power point we had to make today was about Christmas and has kinda got me in the spirit for it. Well at least for now. No, I'm not a Scrooge. The hype and all for Christmas gets me out of the spirit for it. I hate it when good holidays go commercialized. I'm flexible with moving away from tradition but when it all goes down to who can but the most presents or even get the most, I get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-4290218806303091064?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4290218806303091064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-time-ive-had-chance-to-write-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4290218806303091064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4290218806303091064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-time-ive-had-chance-to-write-in.html' title='PowerPoint Amusement'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2992624938871986589</id><published>2009-11-11T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:10:27.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My happy post~</title><content type='html'>I know my past few posts have been pretty sad so I'm going to break that with this really happy one because I am really happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;For starters, My little brother got to come yesterday morning. Great joy there. The only thing I miss about him being gone is the house is not quiet any more. But the noise is tolerable when I have him back where he's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, a couple days ago I told the guy I like how I feel about him and he likes me back so there has been another reason for my strange happiness all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. A suckish week has turned into a very good one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna just showed me this funny website. To all my followers [I know i have so many... =P] I totallly recommend if you a good laugh or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;http://mylifeisaverage.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~ &gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2992624938871986589?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2992624938871986589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-my-past-few-posts-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2992624938871986589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2992624938871986589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-my-past-few-posts-have-been.html' title='My happy post~'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-4955211400362105125</id><published>2009-11-09T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:53:44.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>So my entry from last night was definitely a downer. After typing that, I broke down and cried for a while. Yeah... last night just wasn't my night. Hopefully today will be better though. I need it to be better. Highly doubt it will be though. But who knows? Maybe the day will surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it through school better than I thought I would be able too. The real challenge is going to be tonight. I swear every time I go to that place it makes me more and more upset since its been several days and we don't know when he's going to be able to finally come home. I should stop it there before I get all sad again and break down in the middle of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is obsessed with a song again. If you said Bill Clinton, I have no idea.... But if you said me then you would be correct. Vanilla Twilight is the name by that city of owls. xD Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;This is going absolutely no where so I'm going to go. I should be doing my homework but quite frankly I don't understand most of it and really don't care about it. So take that Mrs. Norris. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta~ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-4955211400362105125?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4955211400362105125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-my-entry-from-last-night-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4955211400362105125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4955211400362105125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-my-entry-from-last-night-was.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-8275831717488165511</id><published>2009-11-08T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:46:09.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Releasing of pinned up feelings</title><content type='html'>I am not looking forward to school tomorrow at all. I am feeling down and out and being around that many people I would have to put on my pretend I'm happy face for them. If i didn't I would have to deal with the questioning of what's wrong and stuff which is worse than having to fake it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be so upset about my problem but for some reason I am. I feel like I can just break down and cry at any moment and I just want to stay all curled up in my room until things get better. unfortunately for me though we have this thing called school and laws that make us attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being worried like this. I also don't like having to leave my brother everyday after only seeing him for an hour. Leaving him like that really bothers me. And all this makes me want to cry and I do cry which is another thing I hate doing. I feel so weak and helpless right now and  can't do a thing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my parents and other family members are just as upset too. And we shouldn't be since he's getting help but reminding yourself of that doesn't help calm or console you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought letting this out would make me feel better but it doesn't so I'm going to go.&lt;br /&gt;Post some later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-8275831717488165511?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/8275831717488165511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/releasing-of-pinned-up-feelings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8275831717488165511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8275831717488165511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/releasing-of-pinned-up-feelings.html' title='Releasing of pinned up feelings'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-6025248980455856945</id><published>2009-11-06T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:49:42.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>I am really tired today. More so than I'll let show. Last night was just craziness that lead to me not being home til 11:30, then after and hour of homework it was 12:30 before I was even able to think about getting a shower or doing the regular getting ready for bed stuff. It was somewhere past 1 when I finally got to bed after having exerted a lot of energy to help with the original problem that cause all this. All in all: Yesterday was crazy and tiring and today my parents are making me suffer through school. That's all I have to write about today. Hopefully I won't sleep during an important class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-6025248980455856945?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6025248980455856945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6025248980455856945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6025248980455856945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2806663457581425436</id><published>2009-11-05T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:11:37.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I need to let some things out.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if someone is mad at me I just wish they would come out and say it. It bothers me to the furthest degree when people keep it a secret that they're mad at me. If I made you mad I would want you to come out and say it and why I made you mad so maybe we can fix whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I think its retarded to let peoples opinions or whatever ruin your whole outlook on life. Seriously. We're getting older people. Others are no longer afraid to speak their minds. Yes some stuff they say can be hurtful or whatever but suck it up! Not everything is going to be sunshine and roses. But also don't let every little thing get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Don't complain about being alone in a sea of people or saying that no one cares when you don't speak up and something be known. People won't necessarily know something just by looking at you. And even if you are not the most outgoing of the bunch, reaching out to maybe one or two can help the loneliness. They might not be your best of friend but at least its someone. Also keep in mind that even your closest friends screw up too. [refer back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; and second point made]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain friend has brought these things to my attention and i wont mention names for I have no idea who might read this but I hope she does. And if you do I think you know who I am talking to. None of this is meant to be rude or whatever. I just think you need to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2806663457581425436?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2806663457581425436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-random-ranting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2806663457581425436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2806663457581425436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-random-ranting.html' title='Another Random Ranting'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-6320863383674126286</id><published>2009-11-03T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:45:01.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror mirror on the wall~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really have anything to talk about today so lets see where this ends up going. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Who are you to tell me I am less than what I should be?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my favorite line from the song I'm listening to. Its from Mirror Mirror by Barlow Girl. The song is about her getting over bulimia. Pretty good song actually. I like that line from it because it can be inspirational to make you realize that no matter what people say you are still your awesome,beautiful self and that no one can change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days I feel as if I am nothing but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;train wreck&lt;/span&gt; and a failure but when I think of that it makes me feel better. Not saying that the song is all high and mighty like that and that I always listen to it to boost my self confidence because I'm not that kind of person. Those kind of people get on my nerves. Just something that makes me and can make others feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teen Titans! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah... I'm listening to that now. I think that's all I'll ramble on about for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye~ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-6320863383674126286?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6320863383674126286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-really-have-anything-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6320863383674126286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6320863383674126286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-really-have-anything-to-talk.html' title='Mirror mirror on the wall~'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-9022747762307121398</id><published>2009-10-29T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:03:59.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish splash I was takin' a bath~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dude... Old Queen song that everyone knows: We Are the Champions.  Yep. You probably guessed that I'm listening to it right now and if you did you would be correct. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of champions, today is the Powder Puff Game at my school. instead of seeing guys in tight clothes tackle each other for a ball, we get to see girls do that and guys dressed up in cheerleader outfits. Exciting stuff man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like stretching... Isn't that what yoga is based off of? I wanna try yoga sometime. Anyone know of a local class that doesn't cost too much?  I've tried it before from doing it with a movie but I'd rather take a class that way i can have someone help me do the poses correctly and such. I think I learn better from a one on one type of thing instead of from a video or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This entry is pretty much pointless so I'm going to go write a note to one of my best friends that is no longer here with the gang. [Miss ya Jasmine! D':]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-9022747762307121398?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/9022747762307121398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/splish-splash-i-was-takin-bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/9022747762307121398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/9022747762307121398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/splish-splash-i-was-takin-bath.html' title='Splish splash I was takin&apos; a bath~'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3831825129449212326</id><published>2009-10-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:31:29.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premonition. :o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. So I had this awesome idea to blog about yesterday but like all great ideas, since I wasn't able to act upon it right at that moment so it was forgotten.. It makes me sad because it was a really good  idea. I guess I shall type until it comes to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched the movie Premonition last night. Sad movie I tell you. Very good story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movie Summary: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477071/plotsummary"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477071/plotsummary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah..  It got very intense at parts. And right as I thought the movie was going to have such a happy ending, those hopes were crushed, rekindled with a slight sense of hope that a miracle might happen, then smashed into a million pieces again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very good though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suspenseful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tear jerking. [possibly.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My critic rating [like I'm an actual movie critic. xD]: Very good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class is almost over. Post more laterz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3831825129449212326?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3831825129449212326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/premonition-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3831825129449212326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3831825129449212326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/premonition-o.html' title='Premonition. :o'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2303764375046559970</id><published>2009-10-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:43:56.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~300th Day of 2009~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, goodness. I haven't blogged in forever it feels like...   It took my free time yesterday and today to get caught up on reading updates from blogs I follow.  Makes me feel like a slacker... u_u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Anywho~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know that today is the 300th day of 2009? Pretty cool, is it not? I think it is. But then again, that means we only have 65 more days left in the year. When i think about it it makes me kind of sad. 2009 has been one of the best years in my life so far. I have had so much fun with friends, made many new friends, have learned new things, screwed up other things, laughed many times, but also have cried a few tears too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though it makes me sad to think the end of another year is approaching again, I feel as if I have fulfilled my resolution I made all the way back on January 1st of this year. Not many people can say that they have kept theirs past March or so. You may be wondering what my resolution was that I am so proud of. No it's not hitting the gym for an hour everyday or going on some ridiculous diet. It simply was just to live my life out this year to the fullest and have little or no regrets at all.  I think that its a good goal for me since I am in the most important years of my life. I may have one or two things I regret doing but when you look back on things you're not to proud of doing, most likely it was something you learned from so I don't really count it as a regret. So actually I don't have any regrets. Just a few spots where I have learned huge lessons from. Which that is a part of life so it's perfectly normal then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I shall find something else to occupy my time since I have no more to go on about on that subject. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hasta Luego&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2303764375046559970?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2303764375046559970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/300th-day-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2303764375046559970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2303764375046559970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/300th-day-of-2009.html' title='~300th Day of 2009~'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-6868979098187407020</id><published>2009-10-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:05:53.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Excitement or Lack Thereof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, I feel like a slacker when it comes to this blogging shizz. Everyone always has some posts for me to read whenever I get on. Well I guess that's the point... But still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I saw the first official New Moon music video. Its kind of like the decode for Twilight. Its called Meet Me on the Equinox by Death Cab For Cutie. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK0uCfHZZH4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK0uCfHZZH4&lt;/a&gt;. Not the best song I've heard....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about New Moon coming out reminds me of last Year when Twilight came out. I was so pumped and ready for it, it was insane. But for some reason, this year I'm not that excited. It's like my fangirlness has dwindled. I think it's because of all the hype and stuff about it. For some reason I don't care much for the stuff most people go crazy over. Maybe that's a flaw of mine, not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting to my point, I'm not that excited about it like I was for Twilight. Of course I want to see it because I love the story line and everything, just not as thrilled. I personally think it will be better than Twilight though,I think this director has more money for special effects and stuff and it just straight up looks like it will be better. :) Even though my excitement isn't as high as last year, I hope to go see it with my friends and have fun in doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's pretty much it. I'm going to try to write more before fall break is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-6868979098187407020?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6868979098187407020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-i-feel-like-slacker-when-it-comes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6868979098187407020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6868979098187407020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-i-feel-like-slacker-when-it-comes.html' title='New Moon Excitement or Lack Thereof'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-4550441521065551193</id><published>2009-10-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:29:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing Typing With My Spare Time. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the moment I am somewhat confused about something. And I don't like it when that happens but I guess it's just one of those things in life you have to deal with every now and then. I mean it's not even something that important and I'll figure it out in due time but I still don't like it. But I guess that's where the learning experience comes in when you finally figure whatever it is by yourself. Yeah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This song still makes me feel all happy inside~ Owl City just has that effect on me. Fireflies still seems magical sounding to me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now its to Boys Like Girls. Five Minutes to Midnight. :D I like music. Especially today since Anna is sharing her iPod with meh. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder what inspired people to make the great invention of the iPod... I think it is a pretty nifty invention. Who doesn't like all their favorite songs stored in the little convenient area? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting hungry so I'm going to go to eat my yummeh Pop Tart. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laterz~ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-4550441521065551193?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/4550441521065551193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-moment-i-am-somewhat-confused-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4550441521065551193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/4550441521065551193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-moment-i-am-somewhat-confused-about.html' title='Practicing Typing With My Spare Time. :)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2250765389539026682</id><published>2009-10-12T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:42:10.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaborations, Scratch and Sniffs and Sweet Potatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I shall elaborate upon Friday and it's one major event that occurred. I got awesome red streaks put in my hair. It was still fairly blond when I went into the hair place to get it done but when I left, it was like my hair magically decided to turn brown....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the red in it brought out the natural brown in the rest of my hair that did not experience the treatment of the dye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's another thing. Hair dye smells utterly horrid. I learned very fast to hold my breath while she was brushing it on or else I would have passed out from the stench of it. If I could put in a scratch and sniff on here, I would just so you can fully understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taha.. Scratch and sniff.... xD I think you can get high off of some of those things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have set a new personal goal for myself. I shall learn to type without looking. I have pretty much done that this whole entry but you have no idea just how handy the backspace button truly is. Yeah... But my goal is to become a speedy typer without having to watch my hands or constantly having to press the backspace button. I think since I am in high school now, its time that I pick up on this skill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet potatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interesting topic you might say. That's because it is. I, personally, do not like them at all. I think they are a disgrace to the potato name. They are all orange and ewwie tasting. It bepuzzles me on what people like about them. I mean there are even casseroles and pies made out of them. For all you sweet potato eaters out there, I say more power to you and you can have all those sweet potatoes that I shall never eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2250765389539026682?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2250765389539026682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/elaborations-scratch-and-sniffs-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2250765389539026682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2250765389539026682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/elaborations-scratch-and-sniffs-and.html' title='Elaborations, Scratch and Sniffs and Sweet Potatos'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-523376509231818191</id><published>2009-10-11T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:24:02.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss ya Boo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like it's been forever since I've posted something.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in a fairly fatabulous disposition this weekend. Maybe because of the 3 day weekend. Who knows? o.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday was rather good for me. Got my awesome red low lights in my hair and they look pretty amazing if I do say so myself. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday was spent in going to Atlanta for my brother's head to get examined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today, Sunday, has just had me in an all around good mood. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever felt like its been ages since you've seen a close friend even though it hasn't been that long? I have that right now.... I miss ya Boo whenever you read this! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I've decided that Summer Oh Ten will be amazing! [Yes Oh ten. &gt;:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have most of it planned out somewhat if certain things happen so that I will enjoy it to the fullest. I've noticed that I normally don't do that. But this &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is a&lt;/span&gt; revolution I tell you! My summers shall be awesome since these are the last years while I can before college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think that's pretty much it for now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Until next time whenever that may be~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-523376509231818191?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/523376509231818191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-feels-like-its-been-forever-since.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/523376509231818191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/523376509231818191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-feels-like-its-been-forever-since.html' title='Miss ya Boo....'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2441744899417587012</id><published>2009-10-08T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:14:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is going to be great I tell you. ;)</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow holds so much for me. I don't know why, but i have this feeling that tomorrow is going to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spantacular&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taha&lt;/span&gt; yes, Anna, I quoted you again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It automatically will be because guess who doesn't have to get up at 6 a.m. in the morning? That's right. I don't! :D I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; excited about it if you can't tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your mama's calling back. For just no reason but just to chat." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I just got a forward message with a song starting off like that to the music of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sexyback&lt;/span&gt; by Justin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WabluKb2tXY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WabluKb2tXY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes. I found the song on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so true though. I mean mother's truly can talk forever and ever about absolutely nothing! Just the other day my mom left me a voice mail in school that was like 2 minutes long just talking about how family from Florida are coming over. I mean seriously woman. Why don't you just say everything in the voice mail and they rest of the night we'll sit in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just joking about the last part there. I love my mom very much even if she does press buttons now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired.. Again. You would think after taking 2 naps in school today that I wouldn't be tired but I am. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night online world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2441744899417587012?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2441744899417587012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-holds-so-much-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2441744899417587012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2441744899417587012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-holds-so-much-for-me.html' title='Tomorrow is going to be great I tell you. ;)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-870343144065936944</id><published>2009-10-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:46:05.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rantings #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to try Anna's method today. Since I have no idea what to write about she said to just start typing and then something will come to me. I guess it'll work. Ya never know when you'll get a random epiphany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed up really late for like the first time since school started. :o Yuh! I was watching Titanic though. Don't get me wrong. I like the movie. Of course I like most movies that Leonardo DiCaprio is in. :3 It was also my first time watching it and not coming in on it close to where he dies! :D Yes I am one of those people that cries their eyes out when Jack dies. Especially since I found out that Rose purposefully didn't save him because she didn't love him. She didn't love him! But yet she spends some of the best times in her life with him. And you can't tell me that she was in love with that jackass of a fiance either. Nope. Plus, the fiance,who's name I could really care less about, wasn't even that good looking. I mean Jack beats him by a long shot. And look at how good they look together:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsnpKxsRnpI/AAAAAAAAACY/LSSdPFDPSjw/s1600-h/JackandRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389094800472514194" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsnpKxsRnpI/AAAAAAAAACY/LSSdPFDPSjw/s320/JackandRose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah So much better then she looked with her fiance. =.= &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsnpnNpRWwI/AAAAAAAAACg/k-OAohb3Mhw/s1600-h/GRRR!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389095289012443906" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsnpnNpRWwI/AAAAAAAAACg/k-OAohb3Mhw/s320/GRRR!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. See? She soooo belongs with Jack. Ya. I still love you Jack!! Even if Rose doesn't I'm still here for you! ;~;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-870343144065936944?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/870343144065936944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-rantings-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/870343144065936944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/870343144065936944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-rantings-1.html' title='Random Rantings #1'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsnpKxsRnpI/AAAAAAAAACY/LSSdPFDPSjw/s72-c/JackandRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-8328603945526965291</id><published>2009-10-01T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:49:48.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15th post!!!! :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsSgSXNIkYI/AAAAAAAAABw/32k2W6mNZT0/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387607291569148290" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsSgSXNIkYI/AAAAAAAAABw/32k2W6mNZT0/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- Michael Wow... My 15th post. :0 Let's make it worth the while. :D So this is the cover of the first book of the manga I'm reading now. Tis really good. Of course I might like it so much because I haven't read any in so long... Ken---&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsSgPzXaqMI/AAAAAAAAABo/TtulWEZm4WA/s1600-h/Ken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387607247588862146" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsSgPzXaqMI/AAAAAAAAABo/TtulWEZm4WA/s320/Ken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;"Jae is a Korean student who came to Europe to study art. Things aren't going her way, but she's determined to make it. One night, her friend Eva brings a drunk guy to her apartment and asks if he can flop there for the night. Jae doesn't like it, but agrees. That night she has a dream that the drunk guy drinks her blood ... which, of course, turns out NOT to be a dream. Jae is surprisingly unafraid of the vampire, Michael, and starts to paint his portrait. The two strike an unusual deal: if Jae allows the vampire to feed on her, he will pose for her. His beauty and alluring preternatural energy could be exactly what Jae needs to finally succeed as a painter."&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. That's what its about. Very good. Even though Michael is the main character, Ken is sooo much better in my opinion. :D I just finished reading the 3rd volume and can't wait to read more today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Jana~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-8328603945526965291?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/8328603945526965291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/15th-post-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8328603945526965291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8328603945526965291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/10/15th-post-o.html' title='15th post!!!! :O'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsSgSXNIkYI/AAAAAAAAABw/32k2W6mNZT0/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-6521127984098363242</id><published>2009-09-29T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:10:24.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Foot Krutch. Ya.</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to a new band lately. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thousand&lt;/span&gt; Foot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krutch&lt;/span&gt; is their name. The rock!!! :D They have been on tour with the best band ever Skillet. Where I learned of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TFK&lt;/span&gt; actually. But yeah they're rather amazing. They have been officially added to the list of bands I love.&lt;br /&gt;Others on the list include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skillet [of course]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tokio&lt;/span&gt; Hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three Days Grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt; Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flyleaf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evanescence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Within Temptation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and more....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yeah.. Gotta share about my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bands&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't live without.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-6521127984098363242?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6521127984098363242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/thousand-foot-krutch-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6521127984098363242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6521127984098363242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/thousand-foot-krutch-ya.html' title='Thousand Foot Krutch. Ya.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2293764040501486280</id><published>2009-09-29T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T05:40:32.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsH6lmCJnpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZxEQmaKw1k4/s1600-h/Otters57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386862153083494034" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsH6lmCJnpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZxEQmaKw1k4/s320/Otters57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- River Otter In class today we had to fill out job applications and it got me thinking about what i would want to do before I graduate. On the announcements, they have been talking about how you can go volunteer at the Aquarium. The only thing in my way is you have to have had at least one Biology class. But I guess that will give me more inspiration to pass the class with a good grade. :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsH6Cz4MYhI/AAAAAAAAABI/br3peW1wMf4/s1600-h/Second+Gentoo+Penguin+Chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386861555504407058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsH6Cz4MYhI/AAAAAAAAABI/br3peW1wMf4/s320/Second+Gentoo+Penguin+Chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  But yeah... If I do go work there I would love to help out with these entertaining penguins or the cute little river otters. Who wouldn't enjoy a job like that? Well.. I guess animal haters wouldn't be too fond of it, but I doubt they would do it anyway. Why do people hate animals to begin with anyway? Its not like they did anything to those people. And people with fears of animals shouldn't have a fear either. I mean as long as you respect an animal, yes respect it and not going off and hurting it or running around screaming like an idiot out of fear, then then animal will most likely not hurt you. Just don't act like a possible threat. That easy you people with animal fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;RaNdOm ThOuGhT oF tHe DaY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is sleep? I mean we all experience it, but what is it exactly? I asked Google that question and it lead me to the famous site Wikipedia. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One part said that sleep is essential for survival. I always thought you could probably live without sleep though... I guess not. I feel deprived of sleep at the moment and as I look around the room it seems I'm not the only one. Naps in class can hold you over for a little while but absolutely nothing feels better than crashing on a nice, comfy bed. Ok, I should probably stop now... My need for rest is getting to me. &gt;.&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But yeah sleep is not a matter to snore at. (Cheesy, I know) So much happens when you're asleep that it even amuses scientists. Studies are still being done about sleep and how your sleeping patterns relate to other things. Pretty interesting, I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's it for today. Until next time~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2293764040501486280?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2293764040501486280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2293764040501486280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2293764040501486280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsH6lmCJnpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZxEQmaKw1k4/s72-c/Otters57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-7353748584121099111</id><published>2009-09-28T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:43:58.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Paper Articles. O.e</title><content type='html'>I don't really feel like writing much today because yet again in computer class we had to type news paper articles.  Its not usually &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; bad. Well, yeah it is. Typing random current events just to meet a certain word number is killing me. Like today, for instance, we had to type 850 words. 850!!!&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don't mind typing a few hundred words when I'm just copying something. And I can type so much more from my own head if you give me a good enough topic. but copying 850 words out of the news paper is just straight up insane. I even have typer's cramp. Yes, typer's cramp. Its like writer's cramp when your hand hurts from writing too much but from typing. Google it. :) &lt;br /&gt;XD  Wow... I just Googled it and the first link was for some jewelry thing. Oh the joys of Googling random words of mine~&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.... I'm really tired of typing so I'll go for now.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la vista! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-7353748584121099111?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7353748584121099111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/news-paper-articles-oe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7353748584121099111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7353748584121099111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/news-paper-articles-oe.html' title='News Paper Articles. O.e'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-3908924343574698116</id><published>2009-09-24T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:35:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I breathe? o.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SrtnBknspHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BceyEPm2IJw/s1600-h/passion+fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385011056159270002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SrtnBknspHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BceyEPm2IJw/s320/passion+fruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored in computer class right? So I started to Google random things and through my search I thought, why not search how to breathe? Since I was searching How To articles anyway. So I searched it and this link was one of the first options to look up. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Breathe"&gt;http://www.wikihow.com/Breathe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna go to it, here's the beginning paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;"If you are reading this, you already know how to breathe. But have you stopped to think about the best way to breathe? Learned breathing techniques, such as &lt;a title="Breathe Deeply" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Breathe-Deeply"&gt;deep breathing&lt;/a&gt;, have been part of &lt;a title="Breathe Like a Yoga Master" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Breathe-Like-a-Yoga-Master"&gt;yoga&lt;/a&gt; and other practices for centuries. Breathing correctly is very important - not only to help you perform strenuous tasks, but to allow the &lt;a title="Increase Your Lung Capacity" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Increase-Your-Lung-Capacity"&gt;lungs&lt;/a&gt; to fill up with air, aid in controlling the &lt;a title="Slow Your Heart Rate Down" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Slow-Your-Heart-Rate-Down"&gt;heart rate&lt;/a&gt;, and living . The benefits of proper &lt;a title="Do Abdominal Breathing" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Do-Abdominal-Breathing"&gt;breathing&lt;/a&gt; can assure you will not get pneumonia when you have a bad &lt;a title="Treat a Cough" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Treat-a-Cough"&gt;cough&lt;/a&gt;, by clearing the air passages to the &lt;a title="Take Good Care of Your Lungs" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Take-Good-Care-of-Your-Lungs"&gt;lungs&lt;/a&gt;. Proper deep breathing also can assist you in &lt;a title="Create a Relaxing Atmosphere" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Create-a-Relaxing-Atmosphere"&gt;relaxing&lt;/a&gt; before doing things that cause you to feel &lt;a title="Relieve Stress" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Relieve-Stress"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt; and nervousness. Here are instructions for a breathing exercise to help you improve your breathing."&lt;br /&gt;Wow..... And it goes on to tell you about different breathing techniques.&lt;br /&gt;Also in my quest on the Internet, I stumbled upon an article that teaches you how to eat a passion fruit. A passion fruit! Those things look so weird... [See picture above]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: Wacky stuff you can find on the Internet and some of it can be quite entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-3908924343574698116?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/3908924343574698116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-i-breathe-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3908924343574698116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/3908924343574698116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-i-breathe-oo.html' title='How do I breathe? o.O'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SrtnBknspHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BceyEPm2IJw/s72-c/passion+fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-6751019287677724515</id><published>2009-09-21T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:46:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpIrIt WeEk!!! :D</title><content type='html'>So  the day has finally come. The school is decorated with our colors, most everyone is in costume, and pretty much everyone is in a good mood. All that equals up to to excitement of Spirit Week.&lt;br /&gt;Spirit Week is a simple way to say that to build up for the excitement of homecoming, you get to dress up for the different themes each day. Themes for this year:&lt;br /&gt;-Monday~ Disney Day&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday~Twin Day&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday~ Superhero/Evil Villian Day&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday~ Hawaiian Day&lt;br /&gt;-Friday~ Spirit Day&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's going to be a week of fun.&lt;br /&gt;So, for Disney Day today I am dressed up as Tinker Bell. Oh yes. Wings and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya how the day went tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;Byez~ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-6751019287677724515?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/6751019287677724515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/spirit-week-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6751019287677724515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/6751019287677724515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/spirit-week-d.html' title='SpIrIt WeEk!!! :D'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-7871225511791750558</id><published>2009-09-18T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:35:50.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in a solitary world... Well maybe not THAT solitary but still.. XP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I am in computer class again. This time bored and somewhat lonely since my buddy Anna who is normally with me all day isn't here. :(&lt;br /&gt;Since she's not here to chat with I was looking everywhere in the room and just briefly observing people when I noticed somebody playing a Mario Bothers game. I was in love with those games a few years ago. I mean I still like them now but back then my life was spent playing it. I even got my little brother somewhat into it also. Who knew controlling the two little Italian guys could be so much fun?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not up to date anymore with all the characters but my all time favorite has got to be Yoshi. Not sure if he is a turtle or dinosaur or what but I do know he's flippin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Still observing people and it's pretty interesting considering I can't tell what anyone else is doing besides Mario girl. Hmmm.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Thought for today~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tests are an interesting creature. At times it seems like tests are a teacher's best friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seems like your whole life depends on these little things in order to do anything. I mean seriously. You get over 70% correct on it and the world praises you, but you get something not so good on it and it's like your parents and teachers shun you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I personally don't think tests are an accurate way of seeing what you have learned. What if you were having a bad day that day and nothing was going your way and then &lt;strong&gt;BAM!!&lt;/strong&gt; You get a test and you do horrible because you're just having a bad day. See my point? No accurate. And if all that isn't enough, You have to consume time before it just in going over stuff so you can pass it. Bye bye free time in some occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm getting tired of typing now... Write sometime in the future. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Byez~ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-7871225511791750558?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/7871225511791750558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/bores-in-solitary-world-well-maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7871225511791750558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/7871225511791750558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/bores-in-solitary-world-well-maybe-not.html' title='Bored in a solitary world... Well maybe not THAT solitary but still.. XP'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2137722619925807518</id><published>2009-09-09T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:31:04.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Million Fireflies~ :D</title><content type='html'>OK. So I'm addicted to a song. (Nothing new right?)&lt;br /&gt;The song is called Fireflies by a band I just learned about yesterday called Owl City. The song is so awesome~ Makes me all happy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lyrics for Fireflies by Owl City~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not believe your eyes &lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies &lt;br /&gt;Lit up the world as I fell asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cuz they fill the open air &lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere &lt;br /&gt;You think me rude, but I would just stand and stare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I get a thousand hugs &lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs &lt;br /&gt;As they try to teach me how to dance &lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head &lt;br /&gt;A sockhop beneath my bed &lt;br /&gt;The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my door open just a crack &lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here) &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I feel like such an insomniac &lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here) &lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep? &lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here) &lt;br /&gt;When I'm far to tired to fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies &lt;br /&gt;I'm weird cuz I hate goodbyes &lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell) &lt;br /&gt;But I know where several are &lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre &lt;br /&gt;Cuz I saved a few and I keep 'em in a jar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cause my dreams are bursting at the seams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Byez~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2137722619925807518?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2137722619925807518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-million-fireflies-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2137722619925807518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2137722619925807518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-million-fireflies-d.html' title='10 Million Fireflies~ :D'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-690299489272949169</id><published>2009-09-08T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:36:48.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor on Labor Day? Whaaat? Of Course Not. :)</title><content type='html'>I should really write more on the weekends.....&lt;br /&gt;The first day back from the 3 day weekend. Oh yes, Labor Day. The day to honor all those who labor in America. And what better way to honor them than sleeping in as late as possible and doing pretty much nothing all day but relax and enjoy not laboring? Of course I missed being with my friends yesterday but it was also very enjoyable at home. :) &lt;br /&gt;Other events this weekend include Friday night's football game. Pioneer's first home game of the season! Exciting? Maybe if you wanted them to lose.... But no matter what the final score said, it was a pretty fun event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Thought for Today.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been seeing a phrase in a lot of places that says "Life isn't about the sunny days, Its about learning to dance in the rain." I personally like the phrase a lot. And it just simply means don't waste your life waiting for things to get better, live it and enjoy every moment because some of the best times could happen during the worst part of your life. &lt;br /&gt;I find it quite inspirational and it goes along with my personal motto for life that goes "Live life to fullest and make no regrets if possible." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it for now. Ta Ta~ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-690299489272949169?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/690299489272949169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-on-labor-day-whaaat-of-course-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/690299489272949169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/690299489272949169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-on-labor-day-whaaat-of-course-not.html' title='Labor on Labor Day? Whaaat? Of Course Not. :)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-835707665811494152</id><published>2009-09-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:42:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>OK so today didn't start off the best. Actually I was in a pretty bad mood but I'm slowly getting over it. I don't know why but for some reason when I wake up late it gets me that way... Weird right? &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help matters when you have a mother trying to be all up in your personal life at like 7 in the morning either... XP &lt;br /&gt;But I am determined to make it a better day than it started off being. Hopefully art club will be fun. Oh yes I'm joining clubs. =D &lt;br /&gt;hahahah....... &lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much more to talk about today.....&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la vista~ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-835707665811494152?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/835707665811494152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-heck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/835707665811494152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/835707665811494152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-heck.html' title='What the heck?!?!?!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-496668450003863880</id><published>2009-09-01T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:50:44.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Shizz!!!! ... (Not really) ^^'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been several days.... Not much to catch up on though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So to begin with I was hoping that this week was Spirit Week but aparently its not... :( Is it so wierd to wanna dress up with you friends and walk around school like that all day? If it is oh well cause it sounds like fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I wonder if anyone will figure what this means... If you do please tell me so I'll know how often to use it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah..... Gotta have fun playing around with the font every now and then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If not then people might think its a serious thing or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And we can't have that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I guess this shows how bored you can get in computer class after the work is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random thought of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music. Everyone loves it and listens to it even if they don't know it&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; How can you not love when there's so many types to choose from? Personally right now I'm in the mood for some good dancing music or some rock....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aparently my teacher likes the oldies because everyday, its what we got to listen to for the first part of the day. Woo.... But some of it is actually kind of good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anywho..... I'm geting tired of typing now.... I'll try to post more soon~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Byez~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-496668450003863880?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/496668450003863880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/exciting-shizz-not-really.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/496668450003863880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/496668450003863880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/09/exciting-shizz-not-really.html' title='Exciting Shizz!!!! ... (Not really) ^^&apos;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-8500256346149173369</id><published>2009-08-28T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:20:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Pep Rallys, Sickness, And Happiness</title><content type='html'>So yeah.. Today the whole school is pretty excited for the Pioneers first game of the season. Wooo! :D  The pep rally for it today shall be fun~  Of course any chance to purposely be loud in school is a good time.&lt;br /&gt; Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that can ruin my day today is my stupid sinuses. Why do we have those to begin with? The only thing that we used them for is to have them all stuffed up to where we can't breathe. =.= BUT! I shall not let it bring me down. Even though its rainy and I can barelly breathe I'm going to be happy and excited and enjoy the pep rally. :) &lt;br /&gt;In the words of my good friend Anna: Today is going to be a spantacular day~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-8500256346149173369?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/8500256346149173369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-pep-rallys-sickness-and-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8500256346149173369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/8500256346149173369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-pep-rallys-sickness-and-happiness.html' title='Rain, Pep Rallys, Sickness, And Happiness'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3038127808038795707.post-2092975016926987081</id><published>2009-08-27T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:33:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of many.... hopefully. ^^'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello~  So this is the first time I've done this&lt;/span&gt; and thought I might as well since I have nothing else to do in computer class why not?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how long I have to type since we're about to have a fire drill..... XP&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....  I just read my friend's blog and thought it was a good idea to document my life in the world of high school. So any major events or nonevents shall be written down in here to one day be looked back upon. :D&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much it for now....  Hopefully I'll have more posts soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Until then, bye~ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3038127808038795707-2092975016926987081?l=lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/feeds/2092975016926987081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post-of-many-hopefully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2092975016926987081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3038127808038795707/posts/default/2092975016926987081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinhigh-ash.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post-of-many-hopefully.html' title='First post of many.... hopefully. ^^&apos;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08749093998725334862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIcDqblFJkw/SsfsS_nR7qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9LeR75y1qyY/S220/th_anime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
