this weekend

i slaved away for hours on a meal (okay well the crock pot slaved away)

wore a really hideous dress to a semi formal dance

flirted with a boy i probably shouldnt be flirting with (i am going on a mission after all)

broke it down tech-ton-ic style on the dance floor

witnessed a freshie (as in fresh off the mish) get giggy with it. hahaha

had some drama didnt like this part

went to Donny Osmond's house

didnt know anyone there, but played it off like i did

got my groove on once again in Donny's pool house

wanted so much to trip a very annoying break dancer

won a cold stone's gift certificate for my sweet dance moves

went to a pawn shop, looked at guns and rings "funny how they always sell those two together"

learned how to skip rocks

spent time with a guy i feel really comfortable with

almost pet a cow

was invited to the ic by a man with luscious blonde locks

was told that that i should never scrimp on t.p. whilst on the mish, "buy the expensive kind, you'll thank me later"

was rejected by a cute asian

and...this is good...

was hit on my a 32 year old.

performance anxiety

**warning this post contains potty humor**

Dear girl in the bathroom wearing way to much make-up and boots that could harpoon a whale,
could you please leave. You have been in here FOREVER staring at yourself in the mirror. A bit vain are we? I really need to take care of some important business but I cant while you are in here. Maybe if we hadn't made awkward eye contact through the crack of the stall door i could, but unfortunately we both looked at the exact same moment in the exact same location and now I cant. please leave! I need to go!
Sincerely,
apprehensive bathroom goer

what a lil play play

i stumbled across this video today. oh how i miss the days of my youth when boy girl relationships were this simple. although at the end it gets a little dicey.

this saturday night

i am sitting at my desk writing a paper, catching up on glee episodes while eating from a carton of udderly chocolate. yep. this is my life. it makes me laugh.
ps finn=sooo attractive!

a little inspiriation

who are you!?

Sunday night i am sitting at my computer doing some last minute homework that i forgot about when my phone starts humming the charlie brown theme song. i have received a text. this was rather exciting since i havent received a text all day. i click the option to view now. its an unidentified 801 number. here how our following conversation went:

?: hey whos this
me:you first
?: ben montclair
me: dont be offened but i dont know who you are. how do you have my number?
ben: no idea. where are you from
me: california...lodi to be exact
ben: hmm. name?
me: ashley campbell
ben: oh youre like 19 huh
me offended: no.do you go to byu?
ben: i did
me:seriously how do you have my number? you texted me first
ben:idk?
me: did someone give it to you? was it in your phone? i reallu dont understand. also you dont have a fb do you? yes i looked you up. failed.
ben: haha. wait whats your name
me: ashley campbell. also how long ago did you leave byu? like 2 or 50 years ago?
ben: 2. lol you work in the mtc
me: nope. went there a few times as a volunteer
ben: hmm.
me: this is really funny. but really you have my number so...think hard because this is going to drive me crazy.
ben: sammys?
me: ive been there before for a few concerts and stuff. do you know an alexi trottier?
ben: who?
me: shes one of my friends that knows like everyone. i though maybe that was our connection. obviously not it. question: why did you text me in the first place?
ben: remember meeting a guy cause you texted him and he was mad first but later you met up at sammy where you got his pic?
me: haha. no. did that happen to you because thats funny. did you live in the miller apts last year?
ben: nope. picture time?
me: what?
ben: like send me a pic
me: you first

he then sent me a picture of himself. did not recognize him at all, but he is pretty cute. i then sent him a picture of this creepy old lady that i have in my phone. he thought it was funny.
i still dont know who he is and he doesnt know who i am. will we ever figure it out? if you know a ben montclair please tell me because im really interested in how he got my number.

on: being losers

Whenever i have a hard day, feeling like a loser, i think of/watch this video and it helps to remember that there is a bright side to everything. i may not always to the best, smartest, prettiest, funniest or any other kind of est, but i am me and i can be happy any ways.

l'equip petit from el cangrejo on Vimeo.

really ashley, really

the three day weekend messed me up. i went to my morning class as always because its the same everyday and then i went home, took a nap, read, shopped for food, did homework and the i got a text from Liz, "i missed you in classed today" OHMYGOSH!!! it was 4:06 PM! i missed both my afternoon classes. what the heck!? where in the world has my brain gone to. its not just with school. i cant seem to remember anything. for example i was at ward prayer with my roomies and we striked up a convo with some young men. later that night we were invited over to play cards with some other guys who we meet at another ward activity. we get there and this guy is there that i dont know and i ask him "who are you" he tells me and i say oh Alexis then informs me that i already meet him like twenty minutes ago at ward prayer and i was like no i didnt.....really did i? indeed i did. how embarrassing. not to mention this same thing happened with his roommates the previous week and one of them had been to lodi. where im from! and i couldnt even remember. my brain is going to pot. not that i do pot because i definitely dont. anyways, i hope my memory improves. maybe pot would help. hahaha just kidding.

a note on: sharing a bathroom with boys

no matter how many times i walk into the bathroom the seat will be up. is it really that difficult to put it down.