Ashley, Asher or Ash

Here she is, Ashley Anderson.
Number two of this 7 Part series.

I'd like to officially state,

that if it were not for Jan Hawkes Spirit Team class,

I would not have met this classy woman.

We sat across from each other, 

and shared our messy chalk.

We swoon over handsome "toe heads",

and drool over sexy "knee caps".

We share the same taste in music,

and talk about it often.

We become giddy from the simple mention of:

"pride & prejudice"

"Mr. Darcy" &

"Mr. Bingley" 

(not as handsome as Mr. Darcy, of course)

I laugh at her awkward, but cute, innocence.

And she squirms at my horrible manners.

We joke.

We laugh.

We cry.

We play.

We look forward to the day

that she meets my brother.

And they date,

and hopefully (as we've planned),

they'll fall in love.

And we will be SISTERS IN LAW!!

Basically I'd rather be best friends with Ashley,

than have Mr. Darcy as my loving husband.

"Whaaat??" "Really???"

Don't believe me? 

Get to know Ash.

I dare you to question me again.

Kate Renee

This may seem creepy, but anyone who doesn't know this girl needs to.

So here she is.

Kate Renee. Only one of my 7 best friends/allies/buds.

How you might ask, was I introduced to such a gem of a gal?

Pre-school. I punched the girl who was rude to her.

Auto-matic friendship? Obviously.

Since the age of 3, we have been peas in a pod.

I ate Cheetos from her couch cushions,

She convinced me to play with mama's make-up.

I ditched her almost every weekend,

or made her the 3rd wheel.

But she forgave me.

She shoved a cupcake in my face, 

and mocked my large ears.

But I forgave her.

We share music, which is probably illegal.

We make forts and have sleepovers.

We talk in stupid voices.

We make treats,

and try to exercise.

We joke.

We laugh.

We cry.

We play.

We're moving out next year,

with the other sister wives.

Roommates! 

(Notice how "we" doesn't seem like a real word,

because of the over usage.)

Moral of the story?

I'd rather be best friends with Kate,

than date Ryan Gosling.

WOW. 

That's some serious friendship right thur.

Happy Half Birthday to Me.

In six months from today, this girl will be 19.

Not very exciting.

So, to help me through the sorrow,

I bought a music album

That comforts me quite a bit.

"Every bridge that you keep on burning,

every leaf that you keep on turning, 

every road that you find uncertain,

I'll pray for you now.

Baby that you'll figure it out.

Every hope and dream that's dying,

every time that i see you crying,

every step that you keep on climbing,

I'll pray for you now.

Baby that you'll figure it out.

As you keep chasing the light."

Album: Young Love

Artist: Mat Kearny

Song: Chasing the Light

I highly recommend this.

Especially if you like your male singers to have a sexy baritone voice.

Mmmmm. So good.

I screamed.

Baaaaah. I'm excited.
But I don't want to be.
Because I'll be disappointed.
It's what always happens.
P.S. I couldn't find Peeta. What a sick joke.

WOW. Where did that come from?

Pressure. Recently, my mama asked me if I feel pressure to get married. I said no. But I sure do welcome the idea. Apparently, I'm on the hunt, like the ultimate creep.
 Example: I see a cute boy. First thing I do? Check for the ring. WOW. I'm cool. Where did that come from? I'm only 18! I have big plans! And I don't even know the stinkin' kid. Sure he's handsome enough to be in a chick flick, but he could possibly be the world's next Hitler. No one knows. Let's just say someone needs to put me on a leash. Or blindfold me so my creep disease doesn't get any worse than it already is.

Before I put that to rest, here is a story. 

I saw a red head today. About 50 yards in front of me, coming my way. He was so handsome, I should have touched him just to see if he was real. Basically he was Rupert Grint. In the flesh. We made eye contact. He smiled a friendly smile, and I smiled back.. I think (most likely I just creeped him out). Check for ring? He has one. All hope fades. Dangit. He has a lady. He passes. I double-take. WAIT! It was on his middle finger! Hope is back, but alas, the boy is gone. 

That's my life for you. But seriously, what do I expect? 

A pro-status story like Megs? I don't think so.

Awkward Email Photos

I opened an email yesterday from Kate.
There was not text in the email.
Just a picture.

So rude. She knows I'm deathly afraid of midgets.

But that's why I love her. 

It made me laugh. Real hard.

This is the Sound of Settling

Nick Harmer, You have stolen my heart.
His constant, incredible bass line makes my heart beat even harder for him.
Ain't he just a hunk? He's got forearms as big as Pop Eye's!

We wore our home-made shirts.

And took the occasional cheesy pic.

And the creepy one too. 

Excuse me for no videos. First, the sound is awful. I'm not surprised considering I still have a head ache from the noise. Second, its almost 2 am. I'm tired.

I almost cried.

I watched this, not 5 minutes ago. I had to post it. Yes, it looks creepy, but everyone must see how handsome he looks without the scar and the goofy glasses. Watch it. I promise, it's worth your while. Especially if you are a Harry Potter fan.

Psych

Newest Obsession.

Hello? Where have I been, and why didn't anyone tell me about this fabulous show?! Two handsome, hilarious men? Of course I love it! Craving more of this show. Ahh. Must. Rent. Seasons.

Drooling

Sometimes I find myself with wet spots on my shirt after a movie. It's usually because of these guys:

 Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I'll be your Summer any day, babe. mmm.

Oh Shia. You were my love when your name was Louis Stevens.

Ryan Gosling made me jealous of Rachel McAdams.

Joaquin Pheonix. His eyes make my heart flutter. 

But I hated him in Gladiator. Yuck.

Never seen Thor, but I just like to look at him.