tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15429202525664352512024-02-07T13:46:46.201-05:00Inaudible MelodiesHi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-79719484661787316952011-05-10T21:23:00.004-04:002011-05-10T21:50:10.775-04:00Census Forms = Supporting War?The Big Man has spoken - "Complete your 2011 Census Form today. Your sharing of information is important to the world," he says on the radio - or something along those lines, anyway.<div><br /></div><div>What he didn't tell you, though, is that the organization that is contracted to process the information from the forms is the largest weapon manufacturer in the world - Lockheed Martin. </div><div><br /></div><div>The same people who make fighter planes, guns and bombs are being paid millions of dollars to process the information that we are expected to provide to the government.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ironic, considering the weaponry Lockheed Martin fabricates is intended to <i><b>kill</b> and <b>end </b>human lives.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I opened the envelope in which the form came in, today, and thought to myself I would fill that out tonight. Upon hearing this news, however, I am no longer willing to participate in something that feeds the construction of warfare. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's where it gets tricky though.. By law, one must complete the shorter of the two forms. </div><div><br /></div><div>By all means, I understand that the collection of this information is important, but knowing who is behind this entire operation is maddening and unfair to those who would choose peace over war any day. </div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-44189749896849312972011-04-25T23:56:00.002-04:002011-04-26T00:02:04.958-04:00Royal Bells Are Ringing..I am honestly so sick of hearing about the wedding.<div><br /><div>It's on the news, it's the talk of the town in my home, it's on magazine covers at the store..</div><div><br /></div><div>Two people are getting married. Yes, I am happy for them, but I'm also happy for the thousands of other couples who get married every year, and is that on the news 24/7? No, it's not.</div><div><br /></div><div>As a journalist, I understand.. Some people do care, and in order to get people to give you the time of day as a writer, you have to write about what people want to see. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm just shocked that this has been in the news for long, and continues to be so.. <i>craved for.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>What dress is she going to wear? Who's on the guest list? Will they cry?</div><div><br /></div><div>You know, I have a question of my own - <b>who cares?</b></div></div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-52514166649616946322011-04-16T22:10:00.004-04:002011-04-16T22:27:25.668-04:00The High Road<div>In two weeks from now, I will be packing up and leaving this place that I currently call home.<div>Though I don't know where I'm going yet, it will be my next home... the next step of my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will be leaving behind a tiny room filled with good & bad memories, many students that I've made incredible friendships with, a job that has dramatically changed my life, 40 astonishing resident assistants, three incredible resident life coordinators, smiley front desk staff, and most importantly, an unhappy Ashlee.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've made a list of things I want to accomplish this summer, beginning with a trip to Vancouver, British Columbia. My plan is simple - buy a plane ticket, get on the plane, go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life is short.</div><div>Gotta enjoy it while we can!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj8f65Mwzh1qckcjqo1_400.png" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj8f65Mwzh1qckcjqo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-20766023852777666022011-04-09T19:01:00.004-04:002011-04-09T19:15:44.870-04:00Perfection, in one afternoon.<div>This morning, I woke up feeling exhausted. Physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted.<div><br /></div><div>My day started to shape up while I was doing residence tours, answering questions, and pumping people up for moving into residence.</div><div><br /></div><div>Afterwards, I decided to take a nap, but soon realized that it was foolish to be wasting such a beautiful day away, laying in bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got my butt up, threw on my flip flops, grabbed my sunglasses, found a book, and made my way out the door. I didn't know where I was going, but I felt like I was on some sort of mission.</div><div><br /></div><div>I generally don't like being alone, but I felt like I knew where I was going, what I was going to do, and why.</div><div><br /></div><div>I made my way out to my school's arboretum, where I found a sunlit bench. I sat down and braced myself. For what? I'm not sure. But I sat there for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of nature. The feeling of serenity that took over my body is unexplainable. I feel like someone grabbed me by the collar, and shook every negative thought out of my body.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's difficult to explain, but I feel like I was awoken by something. Silly, I know. But it happened.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, the book that I'm currently reading is called <i>Eat Pray Love.</i> I began reading it in the summer, and for whatever reason, I couldn't get into it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, though, I couldn't put the book down. I felt like I was relating to every single word that appeared before my eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>The sun rays shining, the wind blowing, the birds chirping, people laughing, and all of my thoughts at ease. Everything about this afternoon was perfect.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to do this more often.</div><div><br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8rw71cjAmPpQbZi8jjNIEnv_SkYZS8pWcJt1BLBcp1FgAHqB2LPzn9TcRAUTgg_RmIv9cWGGq8gelfOzQzpThr3jq3JgWYhD7rsVEF3br4pjnaliV5p4fUz0C7iR10845sNXe0WMRe8/s1600/child-reading_39361t.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 421px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj8rw71cjAmPpQbZi8jjNIEnv_SkYZS8pWcJt1BLBcp1FgAHqB2LPzn9TcRAUTgg_RmIv9cWGGq8gelfOzQzpThr3jq3JgWYhD7rsVEF3br4pjnaliV5p4fUz0C7iR10845sNXe0WMRe8/s1600/child-reading_39361t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>Love.</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-23984118466970826982011-04-02T13:36:00.000-04:002011-04-02T13:37:00.253-04:00In this moment I just feel so alive.Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-70166166870277969042011-04-02T02:40:00.004-04:002011-04-02T13:37:45.939-04:00Things that inspire me...- Acoustic guitars<div><div>- Travel</div><div>- Photographs</div><div>- Lyrics</div><div>- Stories</div><div>- Sunflowers </div><div>- Rivers, Lakes, Oceans</div><div>- Sunrises & Sunsets</div><div>- Love</div><div>- Laughter</div><div>- Time</div><div>- Intelligence</div><div>- Friends</div><div>- Quotes</div><div>- Abandonment </div><div>- Joy</div><div>- Children</div><div>- Mountains</div><div>- Literature</div><div>- Sadness</div><div>- Colour</div><div>- Large bridges</div><div>- Roller coasters</div><div>- Tattoos</div><div>- Sunday mornings</div><div><br /></div><div>& more</div><div>:)</div></div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-88517942634069976472011-04-02T02:29:00.003-04:002011-04-02T02:35:30.993-04:00What does it mean to grow up?I realized tonight, that I'm a point in my life where I feel I am grown up.<div><br /><div>Standing at 5'4, with 20 years of life behind me, it is now that I am completely independent.</div><div><br /></div><div>From this point on, I will no longer be "going home" to Ottawa, because home doesn't technically exist for me anymore. I don't need my mom and dad to cook me dinner, pay my bills, or hold my hand through a difficult situation. I don't need a familiar room in what I used to call my house. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am what completely makes up my person, my identity, my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Though it's slightly scary, it's a good feeling. </div><div>I don't need anybody to rely on, and nobody needs to rely on me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because after all.. Me, myself and I, that's all I got in the end!</div></div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-51723318257322821302011-03-02T23:32:00.003-05:002011-05-10T18:46:53.395-04:00Dear Anyone Who Will Ever Read This,It has been exactly 3 months and 9 days since I have last posted. I feel as though this needs to change.. So guess what - it's going to!<div><br /></div><div>I feel like a fool posting this now without writing anything significant, but I'm unfortunately lazy and inspired at the same time. So I shall write to you about what is currently going on in my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>First of all, my name is still Ashlee and I'm still a third year Media Studies - Journalism student at the University of Guelph-Humber. I'm in desperate need of an internship, and will hopefully be able to complete it this summer. However, I am lazy. And busy. So I haven't been applying. Apparently I don't know how hiring processes work. </div><div><br /></div><div>Matt and I went to Quebec City for reading week, which was wonderful. I took a lot of pictures, so I'll be posting them once they've been edited. Speaking of photography, I'm the photo editor for my school's newspaper, <a href="http://www.radixonline.ca/">The Radix</a> - check it out, so that's been fun/ a learning experience.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all I've got! </div><div>Hope you're doing well :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div>Ashlee</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-40123732439373210442010-11-23T01:07:00.002-05:002010-11-23T01:08:51.884-05:00Better Together.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; ">There is no combination of words I could put on the postcard<br />And no song that I could sing, but I can try because this is your heart and this is<br />Our dreams and they are made out of real things<br />Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving<br />Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like<br />Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?<br />It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving<br />I'll tell you one thing, it's so much better when we're together<br /><br />Mmm, so much better when we're together<br />Yeh, we'll look at the stars when we're together<br />Well it's so much better when we're together<br />Yeh, it's so much better when we're together<br /><br />All of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight<br />But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings<br />Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see<br />They'll be gone too, to many things I have to do<br />But follow these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene<br />I'd be under the impression, I was somewhere in between<br />With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do<br />Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now<br /><br />Yeh, so much better when we're together<br />Mmm, we're somewhere in between together<br />Well, it's so much better when we're together<br />Yeh, so much better when we're together<br /><br />I believe in memories because they look so,<br />So pretty when I sleep<br />And when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me<br />But there is not enough time<br />And there is no, no song I could sing<br />And there is no combination of words I could say<br />But I will still tell you one thing<br />We're better together<br />We so much better when we're together<br />We so much better when we're together<br /></span>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-38658034612092993262010-11-11T01:32:00.003-05:002010-11-11T01:35:37.181-05:00Don't release me 'til it's over.It's 1:30am, and usually, I would hate being up this late writing an essay but today is different.<div><br /></div><div>I'm writing about how fcked up the food we eat is, and listening to some good tunes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Probably shouldn't have left this until the last minute, but as of now, I don't care.</div><div><br /></div><div>Talk to me in a few hours / tomorrow in class, and I'll tell you a different story..</div><div><br /></div><div>I am on page 1 of 5. Ha. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Love.</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-17949551626743740412010-11-07T20:33:00.002-05:002010-11-07T20:38:11.984-05:00Message in a Bottle.A man who sent out a message in a bottle in Newfoundland was found by a woman in Scotland two-three years later.<div><br /></div><div>This is so inspiring!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.thestar.com/news/article/887168--message-in-a-bottle-travels-across-the-atlantic">http://www.thestar.com/news/article/887168--message-in-a-bottle-travels-across-the-atlantic</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to set a goal to send out ten messages this summer with a return address on each one.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder where they'll end up... </div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-4353503827702923582010-11-02T23:10:00.001-04:002010-11-02T23:10:31.873-04:00<i>I miss you's not enough. </i>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-17919402925778577662010-11-02T23:09:00.002-04:002010-11-02T23:09:58.514-04:00Dear school,<div><br /></div><div>I would appreciate if you could slow down and give me time to breathe. Maybe throw in some good grades in there while you're at it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>Ashlee</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-6172525161218342372010-10-14T16:40:00.005-04:002010-10-14T16:49:24.270-04:00I wish I lived in Spain.<div>Some nappers in Madrid decided to defend the traditional afternoon siesta by participating in a sleeping competition in the middle of a shopping mall.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Five at a time, they would lay down for 20 minutes, and were observed by a doctor. The doctors would give them extra points for snoring, drooling, or sleeping in funny positions.</div><div><br /></div><div>The winner got close to $1500.</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.thestar.topscms.com/images/fe/06/9c89e73747628849c0af25dfb9fc.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 615px; height: 395px;" src="http://media.thestar.topscms.com/images/fe/06/9c89e73747628849c0af25dfb9fc.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><br /><div>So funny.</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-27133799898651905712010-10-10T20:38:00.002-04:002010-10-10T20:46:02.584-04:00Breathe In, Breathe Out.<b><i>Overwhelming </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">is the word that I would use to describe this school year.</span></b><div><br /></div><div>Third year is killing me. I feel like I'm in over my head in homework. All I do is try to keep on top of things, but as soon as I get to stand back up, I get pushed over again.</div><div><br /></div><div>On top of the schoolwork that I have to do, I have a job in residence this year as a resident assistant (RA). The stress that I've accumulated from that (even though it's super fun, and worth it) is unbelievable. It's only one month into the school year, and I feel like I've dealt with so much already. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I failed the first assignment that I got back, so that sucks. I usually do pretty well in school, and even though that's only one mark, I'm super scared that this is how the entire year is going to play out. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry for this huge pessimistic rant, but ahhhhhhh.</div><div>hwgwbhirveutbqreitngkbwtekjbt <--- That is how I feel.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to get myself out of this funk. </div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-71228681158118281952010-09-30T00:59:00.003-04:002010-10-02T23:35:10.795-04:00HBD Dallas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSL7GzH_5_sfCkKrgp5u1iiUoxrlZMUXr_hZoijrFg3UAjc1ree-6gd5a2lMUFoPEGaQphIufnW0yuokgpROC0Y5El4C_ulWOB_xMY9FToIdiBU_wblPx_ze0WZljmEch7e5QLYRzq4Y/s1600/dallasgreen1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522567027423946082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSL7GzH_5_sfCkKrgp5u1iiUoxrlZMUXr_hZoijrFg3UAjc1ree-6gd5a2lMUFoPEGaQphIufnW0yuokgpROC0Y5El4C_ulWOB_xMY9FToIdiBU_wblPx_ze0WZljmEch7e5QLYRzq4Y/s320/dallasgreen1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthdayyyyy dear Dallassssssssss, happy birthday to you! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Have a wonderful 30th year of life, you wonderful man! :)</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-4246084518027359052010-09-14T14:57:00.001-04:002010-09-14T14:58:51.123-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8qj0raTnr1qzr04eo1_500.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 283px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8qj0raTnr1qzr04eo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-2348360652470556052010-09-06T16:00:00.001-04:002010-09-06T16:00:35.478-04:00:)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8alcuyJt01qzr04eo1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8alcuyJt01qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-43392862349400119402010-08-15T14:57:00.000-04:002010-08-15T14:58:49.540-04:00As much as I hate feet..<div>This picture is <i>adorable. </i>♥</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.tinypic.com/osqptv.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 481px; height: 320px;" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/osqptv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-20294539979012188742010-08-12T21:00:00.002-04:002010-08-12T21:12:00.156-04:00It doesn't matter who you are.I am nothing short of happy :)<div><br /></div><div>My boyfriend and I came back from a two night camping trip today. We had a really good time just spending time with one-another. Chatting, relaxing, swimming, eating, cuddling, listening to music, and maybeeee a little bit of kissing :$ haha. Seriously though, it was really nice to get away from the world alone with my boy :) I don't think we've ever done that for more than a couple of hours before.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I bought his first camera off of him, and I'm really excited to start testing out my photography "skills" haha. That will probably commence tomorrow once I get a memory card, or whatever the CF stands for :P I'm pretty excited! Hopefully I'm not too horrible, and maybe once I get some decent photos, I'll post some!</div><div><br /></div><div>I move back to Toronto in six days for RA training! I'm so excited! All of the RAs in my building seem to be super chill. I'm stoked to get to know them, and everybody on my floor. It'll be an amazing experience, that's for sure! </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and I'm not sure if I mentioned anything about my Super Nintendo on here. My brother sold both of ours, and I asked him to get one of them back, so he asked the guy if he could have one back. He gave me two really dirty ones, and told me that one of them worked. BUT he didn't give me the proper adapter, so I ordered one, along with some games online. They came in yesterday, and unfortunately, neither of the Nintendos work... Kinda bummed, but I guess I'll just buy the console again. Oh well. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's all with me! FYI: I probably won't post again until I'm in residence because I'll be busy saying bye to everybody and packing and stuff, so yeah! </div><div><br /></div><div>Love.</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-26580916031172200362010-08-07T23:42:00.004-04:002010-08-07T23:47:23.262-04:00Clowns, bombs, and heart attacks.So I'm reading the headlines in the Toronto Star, and one of them in particular catches my eye..<div><br /></div><div>"Police say woman robbed bank in clown costume." </div><div>Not only that, but she told everybody in the bank that she had a bomb.</div><div><br /></div><div>HOLY. MOTHER. OF. GOD.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cannot think of anything scarier. Well, maybe seeing a clown in a sewer (IT reference, anyone?)</div><div><br /></div><div>But honestly, if I just so happened to be in that bank in Pennsylvania on that particular Friday, I would have had a heart attack. Legitimately. Ashlee would be dead on the floor thanks to that lady.</div><div><br /></div><div>People need to be more considerate of people's fears before they go out and dress up as clowns to get something done. Haha, this part is totally a joke, obviously. </div><div><br /></div><div>BUT COME ON! </div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-55885046581255290622010-08-03T22:32:00.003-04:002010-08-04T14:35:20.980-04:00Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead.Hello! <div><br /></div><div>I hope everybody is enjoying their summer! Though it's slowly coming to an end, I couldn't be more excited! I go back to school in two weeks and one day for training, and my last day at work is in five days :) </div><div><br /></div><div>My grandfather is still hanging on, and I'm planning on going to see him again on Thursday. </div><div><br /></div><div>Though that's always in the back of my mind, I've been in a really good mood lately. Things with my boy are going really, really well :) We're going camping next week for a couple of days just to get away from everything and spend some quality time together before our hectic year starts up. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've only seen a few of my friends this summer, cause I've either gotten blown off or plans fell through with the people that I used to hang out with religiously. Oh well, c'est la vie!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! And Leviana, you were totally in my dream last night. We were taking a school bus to go to some hotel.. It was weird. I think we were on some sort of sports team haha. I miss you lady! And I'm super stoked to see you again in like a month!! :) </div><div><br /></div><div>And to finish this post, here is a video of the ONLY Dallas Green cover that does his song justice. Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gjicugfSt6k&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gjicugfSt6k&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-25679450869917621562010-08-02T12:44:00.002-04:002010-08-02T12:46:35.339-04:00Raisin BranI wish I didn't always get the urge to pick all of the raisins out of the Raisin Bran box..<div><br /><div>That way, I wouldn't have to be disappointed when I only get a few in my cereal bowl.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-80615561714764914842010-07-31T19:34:00.004-04:002010-07-31T19:58:21.036-04:00Yesterday, I had to partake in the conversation that I had been dreading to have..<br /><div><br /></div><div>My dad called me to ask me whether or not I wanted to go say goodbye to my grandfather. He told me that if I didn't go either last night or this morning, I may not have the chance to do so. The reason he asked was because he thought that maybe I would like to have a happier last memory of him. Obviously, I wanted to go say goodbye, even though he was not awake. </div><div><br /></div><div>I called my boss and asked him if I could leave work early. I picked up my brother and we got to the hospital around 10:30pm. The second that I saw him lying there, tears filled my eyes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Who was this man lying in front of me? He looks nothing like my grandpa and is not acting a thing like the cheery grandpa that I'm used to seeing.</div><div><br /></div><div>He looked lifeless, apart from the fact that he was breathing heavily.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn't exactly sure what do, so I held his hand, I kissed him on the forehead, I told him that I love him. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm gonna miss him once he's gone, but I'll remember all of the good times we had, and I'll be happy to know that he's no longer suffering.</div><div><br /></div><div>Je t'aime, grandpapa. ♥</div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542920252566435251.post-1411676295760569732010-07-18T19:22:00.002-04:002010-07-18T19:34:50.290-04:00One more month!And I go back to Toronto! <div>August 18th. I'm so exciteddddd!</div><div><br /></div><div>This weekend, I completed my CPR course, which literally killed me. Okay, not literally. But it was 8:30-5:30 on Saturday and Sunday. It was exhausting. But it's done now, and I got 48/50 on the test but somehow managed to think that I failed. I do that sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm currently discovering new music. </div><div>I love music so much. It makes me want to dust off my guitar and get goooooood. </div><div>But I always give up when I try to teach myself new songs, so I need somebody to teach me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also want to start shooting, but I feel like the same thing is going to happen.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was thinking about my future the other day, and I think that I might want to live in Vancouver in a couple of years. I love Canada, for obvious reasons, but I don't like super cold winters and I'd really like to live by the water. However, I don't think I could live in the Maritimes. So maybe B.C. would work out for me. Who knows! I'll have to go visit sometime.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also want to go backpacking around the world, but I'm not sure when I would have the time or money to do that. I'm hoping that my career will involve sending me to random places for free!</div><div><br /></div><div>In case you haven't noticed, I'm really tired hence the all-over-the-place post.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm gonna go hop in the shower now.</div><div>Hope you had a good weekend! :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Love. </div>Hi, I'm Ashlee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00744340741675191862noreply@blogger.com1