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H on est ly ,

The night is always darkest just before the dawn.

Jitters.
24.10.08

Re-did the blog. You like, you like? I'm okay with it. Thats all that matters anyway. Erm. I leave in about twenty minutes for the train station. Mom got her license suspended last night (whooo! long story) anyway, she can't drive, so I'm on the bus. And so is she. So she's not gonna be seeing me off, or anything. =[ I want my freaking mommy yo! But moving on. Did I ever tell you guys about my airport fiasco a couple years ago? If I can handle that, this'll be a piece of cake.

Lalalalala

Life's a trip, you know? Crazy how one moment, you're a kid, cuddling under your mommy cus you had a bad dream, and the next, yall are both taking off in your separate directions, waving at each other even though you're not sure if the other person is still standing there, trying your hardest not to cry. We consider this a practice run. If we can live through this one, then we're pretty sure we can handle me going out of state for college.

Did I blog last night? lol I remember typing it, but I'm pretty sure I deleted it. I was highhhhhh. lol no I wasn't. I was hooka'd. It doesn't actually get you high, but my head was all light && I was gigglier than shit. lol. I don't think it would've been in my best interest to blog. I'm only blogging now because I need to kill some time before my bus gets here. 62 to Milikan Way Max Station then the Blue Line to Old Town. Remind me.

This would've been better as a video blog, but I packed the camera's, so there goes that. Plus I'm so utterly unglamorous, that I'd probably regret it as soon as it was posted. Ehh.

Its 11:45 now. Am I wrong for feeling like a hobo because I have to take the train with all my luggage && shit. I don't want people to think I'm a hobo. Then the logical side of my brain kicks in and says, Ashley, you won't look like a hobo. You'll look like someone going on a trip, without a car. lol. I see people on the train coming to and from the airport all the time. I never think they're hobos. I think they're people going on or coming from trips, without a car.

Thanks for helping me clear that up.

Just remembered there's no music on this blog, but thats okay, cus yall never listen to it anyway. Everybody like, pauses the blog music and then continues listening to theirs. Except for me, of course. I seem to be the only person in the blog universe that thinks the music on the blog makes the blog. And you can tell, a lot of times, what tone someone is actually taking from the music on their blog. Plus, I can read and listen to music at the same time, which I've been told is a rare skill. Whatever.

OKay, I think I've wasted about as much time as I can afford to waste. Wish me luck, yea? I'll take pictures. Blehhh, I don't wanna go without my mommy. =/

there will never be two things that go together better, than you and me
-A.


Ashley

just another little black girl with dreams. I play my music too loud, and I don't listen. I'm only at peace when I'm in pain: when my wrist is sore from writing my emotions out like blood on the band-aid of a page, or when my throat is raw from singing my thoughts like tears into the air. I'm conflicted, and unrepentant, and I like the way this blogging shit makes me feel. This is the one and only place I'll never lie, honestly.

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