Ohhh I completely forgot to mention that I got a tattoo! Last weekend. On my right leg, right above my ankle. It's in memory of Robert. A black cross with an old looking script curling around it, bearing his anitials. The shading is dark purple. I like it, but it hurt like hell to get, and I DEFINITELY don't think I'll be getting another anytime soon.

Not the best picture but it was still fun doing it. Lots of happy memories. *grins*

Me and Shon!

Some of my youngest cousins. The older one has Leukemia and he's still a sweetheart, and the younger one's his little brother. He was born on my birthday! Isn't dey cute?!

Nother picture! ;D

I stole a picture of me and Jess and put it here. *cackles*

Sometimes I really HATE Glenn. Mom always says he talks good about us, and I've even heard him sometimes on the phone, there's pride in his voice when he's talking about us, but when he's talking TO us, it's like we're dirt. Scum. Something he would flick off his finger. I do NOT appreciate being talken down to constantly. I'm 19 years old and he yells at me like I'm 13. "I'm not trying to start an arguement, but when I say to get the dishes done I mean ALL of them, pans, glasses, EVERYTHING!"...Is that how 19 year olds get talken to? I mean seriously? And the only thing in the sink was a pan cuz it had food stuck all over it and I didn't feel like standing there for an hour scrubbing it raw. Everything I do, he disses it and whenever I talk back, it's always "Don't let the door hit ya in the ass on the way out." He keeps talking to me like that and he'll get his wish. I'm sick of his shit. He was the worst child ever, drinking, staying out all night, PRISON, all of it, and if I don't do all the dishes, I'm the devil's child. *rolls eyes* And even a little while ago, this is what he said to me, quoted, "She's a fucking lazy little bitch.", muttered it actually, cuz he's a pansy bitch and I could probably kick his ass....What did I DO to deserve so much bad luck? I swear I must've been a serial killer in a past life or something.

So I went and did my interview for Copeland this morning at around 8:30. I basically kissed ass the ENTIRE time, joking, complimenting, being friendly, whatever. I figured if I did bad on the interview maybe they'd hire me for my charm. ;P I was really nervous going in, cuz I heard I had Bill Henry, supposed strict asshole talking to me first, but I had him smiling and telling me stories by the time I left there, and then I went to the ACTUAL interview, where I got this old hateful bitchy looking woman, who actually started out sighing a little, telling me she wanted to get this over with so she could get back to work. I had her laughing and joking by the end too. *smiles smugly* I think it's my red hair. ;P

I got to hang out with Jess tonight! It was awesome! We kinda sorta innocently skipped class for a totally good and smart reason, then we went and shopped at Wal-Mart, met up with Matt aka 'momma's little gay boy' and then went to Ruby Garden's to eat, that she WILL NOT pay me back for..or else. And yup, that was it. Not much but it was as fun as can be to me!....And now we have some super muscular nerdy dude in our house. His name is Arnie, and I have absolutely no idea who he is....it's kinda freaking me out.

So our English bulldog, Meatball, was pinned up in his cage today, in the kitchen, and barked once. I listened from my room as Glenn went in there to see what was wrong with him. And this is what I heard, quoted exactly:
Glenn: "Hey what's wrong with you?"
Meatball: "........"
Glenn: "You wanna go outside?...Huh?"
Meatball: "........"
Glenn: "Hey I'm talkin to you."
Meatball: "........"
Then I hear footsteps coming back down the hallway to my parents room.
Glenn: "I don't know WHAT'S wrong with him."
I just can't seem to understand WHY Meatball didn't just TELL him what was wrong with him! *rolls eyes*

My mom thinks that 4-5 a.m is what time I should be getting up, and that 8 a.m is late morning and considered to be sleeping in...woooooow, she amazes me. Apparently if the world doesn't have her sleeping schedule, it's wrong.

Started my NEXT two classes tonight! History sounds like A LOT of work, but I LOVE the teacher, and think I'll like the class. Philosophy is horrible so far. Extremely long, and the teacher is a huge goober..that's the word that immediately pops into my head when I think about her..don't think I can stomach 4 months of her.

Daren, my uncle, who's been going through a divorce, has been over to our house pretty much every day, griping and complaining about Blanca, his wife and all she's done, and how horrible his life is, and bla bla bla, you know? For about 2 months now, that's all we've heard, and had to deal with, and let me tell you, it SUCKS! He's 42 years old for Christs sake, and all he talks about is how great looking he is, and how he can get any young pretty girl he wants, so, yeah...sucks big time, listening to him. Anyway, after all this time, where we hear about his wife being a stuck up bitch basically, trying to steal his kids ONLY because of the child support, and telling him he isn't good enough looking, or doesn't have enough money for her, and she CHEATED on him and bragged about it..TO HIM! Oh and she also abuses his kids, and he KNOWS about it. NOW, he's forgiven her, says all is well, and is getting his kids together to move back in with her...So the last 2 months have been FOR NOTHING! A waste of all of our time! UHG! *pulls hair out*

So I started my sophomore year of college today! First class looks okaaaay, LOTS of work to do though, and second class looks great, although it's too long, and hey! I have it with Jess, so it's probably my favorite just for that reason. Jess got a new haircut, and it looks great. I kept wanting to touch it, cuz it looked like it felt soft, but...you know, might've made things awkward. Who knows. ;P Love you Jess! There's a pretty picture for you!

So this is my first blog post. I'm guessing I won't find too many people to read it, so I'll basically write it for a certain few who stay curious to how I am. ;P I'll probably be extremely boring, but it'll be like a diary, anytime I'm feeling strong emotions or just want to get something off my chest..I'll come here. Enjoy the boringness that lies beneath Ashley's hair.