I Prefer the Fresher Air

One time
We were
In passing
I watched
The future
Swirling 'round, around my head
And this is how it went

You and I both alone sat
Waiting in lines too long to comprehend
We both sat waiting in lines
For the rest of our lives

You-whooo-ooooh

Forever and after we went on forever

One time
You were
Inhaling
I saw
The smoke went
Whirling 'round your heedless head
You bore me to my death

You and I both alone sat
Waiting in lines too long to comprehend
We both sat waiting in lines
For the rest of our lives

You-whooo-ooooh

Forever and after we went on forever

I prefer to sleep alone
I prefer to stay right here
Don't come searching
I prefer the windows up
I prefer the fresher air
And for the record

You-whooo-ooooh

Forever and after we went on forever
And after we went on forever
And after we went on forever

Thanksgiving: 2009 Version

My Thanksgiving:

• lots of cooking and baking with my sister acting as a sous chef
• delicious food
  
• mailing out graduation announcements
• discussing the future
• chatting with mom
• playing football with Jake, Abe, and Conner
• looking at my grandparents' pictures of Italy
• huge birthday party for Maggie and Jackson
• heart-to-hearts with my sister
• successfully avoiding the awkwardness/awfulness of Jeff's and what's-her-name's Thanksgiving
• chilling with my aunt
• talking to Jake about his new major--Explosives

I had a great couple of days at home! This break rejuvenated me (I hope) so that the last couple of weeks before graduation won't be pure hell.

Dear Body,

Please stop hurting. It's been approximately six weeks, and I'm tired of this. I would really appreciate it if you could just fight this.

Thanks,
Ashley

Post-Halloween Costume Parties, Beautiful Weather, Lots of Photography, Oh My!

It was just a cowbell kind of weekend.

What's Your Type?

When I drink beer, I prefer Blue Moon. Here's what that says about me:

The personality traits of people who prefer Blue Moon, a Belgian style wheat beer, tracked similarly to the same type of people who prefer craft beers—which means Blue Moon drinkers probably don't know it's a Molson Coors Brewing Co. family product made in Colorado.

Blue Moonies are socially liberal and usually quite willing to go against convention. They really hate moral authorities, and believe children should be exposed to moral dilemmas and allowed to come to their own conclusions. They can also be sarcastic and snide in order to get a point across.

People who drink Blue Moon beer are 105% more likely than the average person to drive hybrid cars, 77% more likely to own Apple Mac laptops, 65% more likely to purchase five pairs or more of sneakers every year, and 32% more likely to not be registered voters.

What does your beer say about you?

I Had a Dream Last Night

Dreams are so weird.

The Merriam-Webster defines dreams as "a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep." Dreams can reveal hidden desires and fears. Current worries and frustrations can be worked out through dreams. One could also dream of parading through an underwater town on the back of a green, pink, and orange elephant (I'm going to assume that this can't really happen...).

Dreams are limited only by our imaginations and subconscious.

So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me
Took a walk down the street
Thru the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain
Two spirits dancing so strange
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé

Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?
On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding
Ah! böwakawa poussé, poussé

Go Figure

Tonight, I went to bed at the decent time of 10:00 pm. I figured I needed as much sleep as I could possibly get to avoid getting sick.

At 10:30, my mom called to chat.
At 11.30, my brother called to chat.

Really?

Hahaha. Go figure.