Hand + Turd = B.N.

For once, I'm waiting until the end of the blog to come up with a title. I can't think of one, just because I don't have any sort of certain topic to write about. Just a little bit of ranting here and there.

So we're well into the third week of school. It's senior year, and as exciting as it is, it's still hard. I'm still waiting to sign up for the SAT--if I can't do that NOW, I might die a little inside. My classes aren't all that bad. It looks like my English grade will be way above average for the first time in a long time, but my Economics grade is already falling. Great. More studying to do. I've been taking notes, but I guess it's not enough. Sigh... As for the other classes: Orchestra is going to be fun but difficult at the same time. I guess that comes with the harder music. I can't wait for full orchestra, mostly due to the fact that I'll be doing something on Monday nights other than work. I dropped my Pre-Calculus class for one reason, and one reason only: I missed the dual credit deadline. If it hadn't been for that stupid day, I'd still be in it. To make it worse, I'm no longer doing the DAP thing. It's only because some idiotic thing called "Four Measures" or whatever. Because I didn't take the stupid AP tests/dual credit last year, I'm automatically placed back into Recommended. Here's what I say: "I HAVE 28 CREDITS RIGHT NOW. I HATE YOU." I could've graduated with DAP in December and be fine, but noooooooooooooo. Stupid tech systems and stupid AP classes. Good thing most colleges don't care about the Recommended/DAP stuff. They just look at the courses and activites taken. Yay. :) AND!! Good news: I'm within reach of Top 25%. I have three GPA boosting classes (Tech systems, PELE, and orchestra) so hopefully, by the time the next transcripts come out, I'll be in the Top 25% officially. :D

Musical is just about to start. I'm going to be so stressed until November 8th. Musical, plus work, pluse homework, plus other school activites (i.e. orchestra, International Forum, NHS) equals a bald Ashlie (you know... from me ripping my hair out...). It's going to be fun though. It's a very talented cast, and I'm so ready to get started. I have a scene that's wrapped up in my character, but it's only one scene. The rest of the time I'm on stage, I'm wearing tap shoes and singing. It'll be fine. Oh, and another thing: My character speaks with a very heavy Southern accent. <:D ...that's supposed to be a cowboy hat with a smiley.

Basically my life is wrapped up in school and work. I got my first paycheck on Saturday night (235.68). 45 bucks are going to the SAT, 40 to orchestra, 30 to musical. I'll have 120 dollars left over after all of that is said and done. When I get my next paycheck (on the 22nd), I'll be able to pay my first deposit for my orchestra trip in April. I'm paying for everything now. It'll be.... interesting? There won't be a lot of times where I'm asking for money. The only thing I'm asking for from my parents now is my driver's license, which is something I need. I have to stop depending on my mom and friends to get me where I need to be. I can stop relying on mom to pick me up from work at 11 at night. I can drive to school on my own. I'll be soooo freeeeeeee. :)

Today I got my bank account. It's a savings account (which I'm fine with) but the ATM card has my mother's name on it, and I can't buy anything from it. I have to go to the ATM and get money out myself and pay in cash. I'm not saying what my PIN is, but let's just say I shocked myself by picking it. I didn't even know what I punched in until AFTER it was official. You can shoot me if you'd like. Leslie thinks I'm crazy, and I just think my subconscious mind is honestly wanting me to jump off a cliff. I'm not even telling a couple people what it is: they'd yell at me or just never talk to me again, which is certainly NOT what I want. I'm not telling a certain person that it's a savings account because it'll turn into: "But I'VE got a checking account, and MY card has MY name on it and I can write CHECKS." NO ONE CARES. We all know you're lying about basically everything. You call yourself a horrible liar, but we can see through it now. Sure, some still believe you, but I totally don't care. I know you're lying. You make everything in your life seem worse or better, just to say that you've been there. EVERY guy you've dated has said "the L word" to you (with the exception of... like... two). Four have said they're IN love with you. Honey, not all of us believe you--mostly me. I couldn't care less. I have more important things to do than listen to you tell me about how you have to break up with your boyfriend who's 7/8 years your senior or how your co-worker claims he's in love with you. --And by the way: It's practically impossible to get a 50 cent raise in one day. My mother has worked at Stein Mart for 11 years, and the biggest raise she got in one day was 25 cents. That was three or four years ago. I saw your check for myself. Stop lying and start coming clean.

Sorry about that... I felt like spewing everything right then. I really need John or Laura. Hopefully Laura really is calling tonight. I want to talk to her so bad. I just miss John. I don't talk to him as much anymore, and it's really depressing. But yeah..

I know it's a shorter blog than the rest, but I have a chair test this week and I really should practice. Much love to everyone.
-Ashlie.

P.S. The title has nothing to do with this blog. It's just something D-Will told us today in Economics (hand plus turd equals bad news)... long story. :D