somethings that annoy me

While there are many things can give me annoyance these are two things that, as of late, have been really getting on my nerves:

1. The bathroom on the third floor of the library, right outside the media/LRC place. There is basically a living room in the bathroom with the intended purpose of being a mothers lounge. I have seen it used only once for that purpose. I feel confident on saying that because I am always in the LRC and therefore always use that bathroom when nature calls. I instead have seen in used for napping, studying, and even eating. EW!!! I mean do those girls really want to be in there hearing all these other girls go about their business!? And the eating thing, that just kills--not literally but it might literally kill the person who is eating that food so exposed to bathroom...exposure.

2. Okay, I had a real good one, but now that I'm all heated up about the bathroom one I cant think straight. Until next rant.

Ashley

blah.

second guessing my major.

i just dont know what to do with myself!

(name that movie)

secret time

so there have been many awesome things happening in my life, such as receiving my mission call, but i will get to that post later. it deserves more time that i have, as i am only blogging this because it's a small distraction from the massive paper i have to write in a foreign language and i think this a rather funny.

okay here is my secret. i havent showered since sunday. and here it is tuesday night...well technically wednesday morning.

when school gets busy i give up on the minute details of my life such as showering and making my hair look presentable.

will this last longer than the three almost four day span that it has come to? only my weak and tired body can determine that after i roll out of bed (if i even go to bed)

when its a choice between twenty minutes of sleep or a shower. sleep always wins.

thats all for now,

ashley

cultural diorama

single non-latino white female from moderately sized city in northern california
*this is a project for my multicultural education class in which i had to identify three artifacts that represent me socially, culturally, and ethnically.

If someone were to walk in my room one of the first aspects that they would notice would be all the books that are occupying my shelves, nightstand, and desk. If they were to look a little harder they would also notice the boxes of books that take up space in my closet. Even when I think about it I cannot pinpoint the one book that got me hooked on reading, I guess I have always been a reader. When I was little my mom was always reading books to me. I have a very distinct memory of me sitting on her lap as she read, for probably the millionth time, The Napping House by Audrey Wood. Books provide me with love and strong emotional connection to stories, characters, or issues being explored.

Books represent me, not because I am exceptionally smart which I’m not, but because I love to learn and explore other words, perspectives, and do what I cannot do myself. Books can keep my attention better than any film or television show. They are filled with wisdom and thought provoking themes, characters, and lines. It is these aspects that grip me by the heart or gut and force me to think of something I have not thought of before. They are able to do something I cannot. In life I feel that experience is one of the most important ways to learn and to find out who we really are, through books I can have so much more experience than I could just on my own. Books are a part me because I am a part of them.

I think that this artifact from my life represents me in several ways. First I am from a technology based era, a time when having tens of thousands of songs on a piece a plastics smaller than card and almost as thin. The world I live in is fast paced and always changing and advancing and almost anything is only a finger touch away. I have an iPod nano and since I have had this particular iPod, Eloise as I call her, there have been many new editions improving the quality and capacity of my music listening needs. I however have refused to trade her in because she is mine and I would never betray her for the newest, shiniest thing.

Second I feel that this artifact represents me because I love music, there is not a day that goes by that I don’t listen to at least a song or two. I appreciate all types of music as each variety speaks a little differently to my soul or heart or feet. Songs have the power to change people, whether for better or for worse. No matter what mood I am in there is a song that speaks to me even if the song is solely instrumental. I have a weakness for piano and cello pieces, probably because I cannot play either instrument. The melodious sounds that are produced from the piano and/or cello, to me, seem to be heaven inspired and it is when listening to these two instruments that I think most profoundly about who I am.

In my room there is a framed picture of Christ that I have had since I entered Young Womens when I was twelve. My leaders gave it to me as a welcoming gift and as a reminder to always be thinking about Christ. I feel that this picture represents me because I focus on centering my life on Christ. Being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints religion is not only in my life it is a constant part of life. It has shaped my cultural and social values through the principles and beliefs that are taught.

I feel that this picture represents me because it shows that I am relying on a power that is bigger than me and bigger than the entire world or universe. There is a being that knows and controls more than I can. I feel that this picture represents me because it shows that I am a follower or Christ, a Christian, that I believe in the gospels and believe that through Christ I can become a better and closer to who God wants me to be. I think that this picture also reflects my views on morals, what type of people I associate with, and with this specific picture that I am a member of the LDS faith.

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

Whales on Stilts: a book review by me

Whales on Stilts: M.T. Anderson's Thrilling Tales by M.T. Anderson

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


Lily thinks of her self as an average twelve year old and why wouldnt she when her two best friends--Katie Mulligan of Horror Hollow and Jasper Dash, Boy Tecnonaut-- are famous for the daring adventurous adventures which they both have series on. But Lily's averageness chnages when she finds out that her dad works for an evil scientist who plans on taking over the world with whales, on stilts! Katie uses her smarts along with the help of her two pals to save the world and her grandma from this whale invasion.

I loved this book. It took me the first five pages to realize that Anderson was making fun of the sci-fi fantasy thriller as well as a lengthy list of other things such as product placement and popular yet stupid movie lines. This book had me laughing out loud.
a couple of my favorite lines:
"My mother was a Razorback whale. My father was a very lonely sailor"

"I was a little worried that you had fallen asleep or were you were calling from the john. Your uncle Sid does that, you know...Sometimes he grunts while talking."



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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!

miss. campbell

so i have started my "field experience". I currently go to a seventh grade english class every morning for a few hours. It has been interesting. here are a few selected bits from my first week with the sevies as the eighth graders call them:

mrs. fuller: its the best thing since sliced..........!?
boy in class: HAM!!!!!
mrs. fuller: umm no.

as i was correcting their conflict stories i came across this little nugget, or maybe i should say big nugget.
....and then batman threw a grenade at the door and it exploded BOOB!!! and then the joker.....

im sure there is more of this to come.
this just confirms to me that i am in the right major.

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.

back to school

...and i already feel like im drowning.