<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:26:10.049-04:00</updated><category term='thinkings'/><category term='philladelphia'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='trips'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='fuc**n up'/><category term='7-11'/><category term='stuff.'/><category term='books'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='tobacco'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='flabbergastedness'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='jon and kate plus 8'/><category term='ish'/><category term='natural ish'/><category term='summer'/><category 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cudi'/><category term='fun'/><title type='text'>SMASHing!!</title><subtitle type='html'>"when i die, i hope i go to heaven, whatever the hell that is..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7320213484735874530</id><published>2010-02-22T00:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:51:43.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sfkjlasdh</title><content type='html'>my intentions are to sleep every day of spring break, and take lots and lots of naps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7320213484735874530?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-5087320717041837605</id><published>2010-02-20T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:14:59.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the boulevard is not that bad...</title><content type='html'>i've been here for way to long, however, i finally managed to make it to 9:30 last night...what an amazing place!  it was a 90s dance party.  most of the music we had of course heard but we definitely didn't know the words, so you could tell most everybody there that went the hardest were like...in college during the 90s...overall i still had an amazing time.  also headed to the velvet lounge to hear a friend of ours do his first stage performance.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-5087320717041837605?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5087320717041837605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=5087320717041837605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5087320717041837605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5087320717041837605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2010/02/soap.html' title='the boulevard is not that bad...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7272762739603867529</id><published>2010-02-16T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:29:42.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, WE HAD SEX A LOT!!!!"---can't wait for that episode</title><content type='html'>The things that these girls say on 16 and Preggo KILLS ME!!!!! sheesh, I can't stand hearing "I didn't want to get pregnant/I didn't plan to get pregnant"---uuum madam, when you have unprotected sex, you definitely PLAN to get preggers, you just HOPE that you won't.  I have 2 cousins younger than me (and I'm 20) and both of them are pretty far along in their pregnancies (one of them actually 18 the other just turned 20) neither of them have jobs and certainly aren't married, and have no money to get married let alone take care of the babies that they have created.  I hate to say that this really makes me SICK and if I could tell them what I really wanted to tell them, they would never talk to me again.  I think it's stupid, the whole country is going through tough economic times and their sitting high on medicaid and foodstamps...GET THE EFF OUT OF HERE!!! &lt;div&gt;not to mention, I don't see living out my dreams if I have kids before I'm ready.  My dad approached this situation differently three times with my sisters and I: To My Eldest Sister: "I hope you know diapers are expensive."  To the one in the Middle: "Don't come back from school with extra baggage." --(I now have a niece that I certainly do adore.) aaaand to me: "I already have one grandchild"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh anywho...I am still waiting for summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7272762739603867529?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7272762739603867529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7272762739603867529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7272762739603867529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7272762739603867529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-it-through-your-head-we-had-sex-lot.html' title='&quot;GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, WE HAD SEX A LOT!!!!&quot;---can&apos;t wait for that episode'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2185832433442017704</id><published>2010-02-12T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:43:58.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH OH OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sooo disappointed...I'm getting tired of these folk destroying movies!!!! first it was harry potter and now this?  sheesh...at least twilight comes through for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, i cannot wait for the millions of tons of snow in this city to go the eff away!!!  it was cool for awhile because my 11 day weekend has been wonderful, but I'm ready for sum-sum-summer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vinayvasan.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/percy-jackson-movie-poster-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://vinayvasan.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/percy-jackson-movie-poster-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2185832433442017704?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2185832433442017704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2185832433442017704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2185832433442017704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2185832433442017704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-oh-oh.html' title='OH OH OH'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4007050685962316484</id><published>2010-02-06T10:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:04:50.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Snowed In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it feels so good.&lt;div&gt;I love love love watching "My Life as Liz"...we basically had the same high school experience, only her clothes shat on my everyday t-shirt and flares from charlotte russe; and i didn't really have a blonde posse out to destroy my life. Anywho, our minds were basically in the place. Oh well, this blizzard is NOOOO joke! It hasn't stopped snowing since yesterday around 12 pm. I never got this in NC!!! I would go outside but my throat feels as if somebody used it to light a match and I don't think trying to brave a tundra would be a wise move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://remotecontrol.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/09-liz-bedhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://remotecontrol.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/09-liz-bedhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 497px; height: 324px;" src="http://remotecontrol.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/09-liz-bedhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isn't she just the cutest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4007050685962316484?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4007050685962316484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4007050685962316484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4007050685962316484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4007050685962316484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1468548411799351194</id><published>2010-01-31T19:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:48:13.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ready to spring forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2Yj0uW8VLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eZlZzpEyo68/s1600-h/gers+bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2Yj0uW8VLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eZlZzpEyo68/s200/gers+bf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069389173511346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjqjItyXI/AAAAAAAAATs/rsCneonW_IA/s1600-h/town+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjqjItyXI/AAAAAAAAATs/rsCneonW_IA/s200/town+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069214362356082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjqBsE-zI/AAAAAAAAATk/_qhJPyI89fs/s1600-h/stage+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;I got a new laptop...MAC!! woo woo&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this semester is going to be the death of me and I cannot wait to go home.  On a lighter note I have realized that I want to be a museum curator!!!...ten years from now when I read this I hope that I put that into fruition---Holocaust Museum Internship this summer?  Hope so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am officially a ride or die for the gays!  I had soooo much fun at Town, and would definitely LOVE LOVE LOVE making that a once a month trip, it's right down the street so that makes it even better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjqBsE-zI/AAAAAAAAATk/_qhJPyI89fs/s200/stage+dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069205383871282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjiVIrQzI/AAAAAAAAATc/WyrTLwp5NYI/s1600-h/pregame+for+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjiVIrQzI/AAAAAAAAATc/WyrTLwp5NYI/s200/pregame+for+town.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069073165140786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjiIdONEI/AAAAAAAAATU/hNTGjHDVZ3I/s1600-h/my+boo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjiIdONEI/AAAAAAAAATU/hNTGjHDVZ3I/s200/my+boo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069069761655874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2Yjh8Xyh0I/AAAAAAAAATM/QdbmF9n3PIk/s1600-h/my+boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2Yjh8Xyh0I/AAAAAAAAATM/QdbmF9n3PIk/s200/my+boo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069066517645122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjhiwesqI/AAAAAAAAATE/HZ0uElZ_CsE/s1600-h/ger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjhiwesqI/AAAAAAAAATE/HZ0uElZ_CsE/s200/ger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069059641881250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm really hungry, and the grammy's are about to come on...oh vut to eat vut to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That stripper doing the split was one of the most talented young men I have ever seen, and my other little topless friend?...as suggestive as it looks he was telling me about Germany and how he loves America-promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time I want to be really daring and wear a lace body suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2YjhRJRTYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4KurfraM2Zc/s200/aundrea-town.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433069054914022786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1468548411799351194?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1468548411799351194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1468548411799351194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1468548411799351194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1468548411799351194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-ready-to-spring-forward.html' title='i&apos;m ready to spring forward'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/S2Yj0uW8VLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eZlZzpEyo68/s72-c/gers+bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4734212828414927370</id><published>2010-01-15T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:15:57.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I DONT WANNA BE FRIIIEEEEENDS</title><content type='html'>Because we were all separated over break, the girls and I are taking a trip to town, the gay club down the street from our building in order to celebrate Geraldine's birthday which was last weekend.  We're all going for GaGa looks soo it shall be interesting, there will be a corset a blazer lots of leggings (save the leotards and tights for a kickback at the house) and a cute dress...cannot wait to see these looks.  hm one week of this semester down...sooo many more to gooooo :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4734212828414927370?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4734212828414927370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4734212828414927370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4734212828414927370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4734212828414927370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-wanna-be-friiieeeeends.html' title='I DONT WANNA BE FRIIIEEEEENDS'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6491580822395629092</id><published>2010-01-13T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:00:18.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AYITI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2010/WORLD/americas/01/13/haiti.earthquake/t1larg.haiti.pedre.01.irpt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 222px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2010/WORLD/americas/01/13/haiti.earthquake/t1larg.haiti.pedre.01.irpt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul weeps and my heart mourns for You.  i have many Haitian friends who have many loved ones who are on the island and have no way of contacting them.  This hurts me because if anything ever devastated NC I would be mortified beyond belief.  And for a country like Haiti, the poorest in the western hemisphere, it's hard to imagine that even after what bit of a clean up can be done how these people will survive.  Before the earthquake 80% of Haitis population lived below the poverty line, and just when they (and for the most part people like myself) thought it couldn't get any worse.  Sooooo, anywho, at this point all I can do is donate as much time and wishful hopes and prayers for these people who have still managed to survive and hopefully I as well as others who are in positions to help can do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6491580822395629092?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6491580822395629092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6491580822395629092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6491580822395629092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6491580822395629092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2010/01/ayiti.html' title='AYITI...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4321059754606394256</id><published>2009-12-19T01:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:56:36.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff.'/><title type='text'>goings on or going ons? hm i can never get it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://editorial.sidereel.com/Images/Giveaways/dexterS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://editorial.sidereel.com/Images/Giveaways/dexterS2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;christmas break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;north carolina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd like to go to the A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of snoooow (pics?...maybe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODWILL got some oxfords for .99 and a bitchin ass dress for $5!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love these websites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.streetbonersandtvcarnage/"&gt;http://www.streetbonersandtvcarnage/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latfh.com/"&gt;http://www.latfh.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they both make me laugh, not that i have anything against it, but i guess the bastardized concept of what it is to be one is kind of aggrivating...hm oh well...I STILL LOVE ME SOME AMERICAN APPAREL!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh yes, how could i forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am starting to watch dexter! we dont get showtime at school so I had never even heard of it and my mom went back to a dish but we have only basic cable channels...it sounds rather backwards to me but anywho...thats all! hope christmas is sweeeell!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4321059754606394256?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4321059754606394256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4321059754606394256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4321059754606394256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4321059754606394256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/12/goings-on-or-going-ons-hm-i-can-never.html' title='goings on or going ons? hm i can never get it right'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4230330060487107230</id><published>2009-12-07T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:12:19.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>I know this song is old, because I remember liking it when it first came out, but it;s been on repeat like crazy and the play count for it in my library is increasing exponentially...&lt;br /&gt;apart of me likes the video because i feel the pain, then the other part of me is like, this is weird.  anywho...loving it (the song that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPG1n1B0Ydw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPG1n1B0Ydw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4230330060487107230?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4230330060487107230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4230330060487107230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4230330060487107230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4230330060487107230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/12/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6032683250075671096</id><published>2009-12-02T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:04:38.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>workin...</title><content type='html'>my way through The Lovely Bones.  I'm halfway done and hopefully it will be complete in a few weeks, sometimes I love having no time to read, that way when I finally get around to it I feel so much more relaxed than I normally would.  The movie comes out on the fifteenth of January, so i am pretty sure that I will have it completed by then.  I need to find some more reads for Christmas break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6032683250075671096?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6032683250075671096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6032683250075671096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6032683250075671096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6032683250075671096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/12/workin.html' title='workin...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7908254599776134705</id><published>2009-11-15T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:48:14.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>party party party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SwBoLoPZgkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/N6zuzjHNc0M/s1600-h/lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SwBoLoPZgkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/N6zuzjHNc0M/s200/lotus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404434101834449474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, we went to lotus for aundreas 21st bday...it was pretty fun and i was quite amazed at what i came up with to wear...&lt;br /&gt;my "shirt" is actually a circle scarf from am appy and the skirt is smoe little doodad from hennes &amp;amp; mauritz...ha it's much more fun to refer to it as that instead of h&amp;amp;m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hm, what else do i do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was washing clothes at my cousins house a couple of days ago, and seeing that it was a holiday his kids were there.  One boy, Aaron and he's 4, and an awesomely gorgeous she-devil by the name of Selah (say-luh) who will be 1 in january.  anywho...as i was reading my book i looked up at aaron who was sitting on the couch under a blanket, he was so tiny in comparison to the length of the couch, and he was just laughing his little butt off at some awful old school cartoon and i just started to wonder:&lt;br /&gt;What do little kids worry about?&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon Aaron was watching was this rich cat that got this poor country mouse to come to his house in beverly hills (yes, weird sounding huh) and the mouse was being bullied and hammered on and running around and Aaron was just laughing soooo hard but i was feeling really bad...maybe it's because what he thinks is fake I know is real.  I suppose that's why I started to wonder about what little kids worry about.  They know what it feels like to be hurt, but I just wonder if they are ever like "wow, what am I going to do tomorrow?" or "i don't want fish sticks for lunch"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7908254599776134705?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7908254599776134705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7908254599776134705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7908254599776134705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7908254599776134705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/11/party-party-party.html' title='party party party'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SwBoLoPZgkI/AAAAAAAAAS0/N6zuzjHNc0M/s72-c/lotus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-975379015010131077</id><published>2009-11-05T10:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:41:26.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff.'/><title type='text'>halloween tweakend</title><content type='html'>was so so...didn't run around the city like I had hoped but still had fun with the creeew...&lt;br /&gt;argh...so much to do, the foreign exchange is playing in the background, iHomes are the best thing in the world for those moments when college quality cable has run amok (sp)...&lt;br /&gt;anywho...the one picture that I thought looked decent enough..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SvLwTKcOciI/AAAAAAAAASc/IMafZNeJsTs/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SvLwTKcOciI/AAAAAAAAASc/IMafZNeJsTs/s200/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400643115181568546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...this is actually a photo of last halloween...it wasnt hard to be a nerd...&lt;br /&gt;anywho here's this year:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SvLxFU3DXII/AAAAAAAAASk/GkB3fAvQsYk/s1600-h/flapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SvLxFU3DXII/AAAAAAAAASk/GkB3fAvQsYk/s200/flapper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400643976971902082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know if you can tell or not, but that litlle resurgence of fringe inspired my flapper "costume"...i really wanted a cigarette holder but didn't do any proactive costume purchases until the very last minute and on halloween day while in gtown, it was either my free burrito bol or the headband and a cigarette holder...as you can see my bol was delicious and much better investment...&lt;br /&gt;...me pouring up the shots...after 21 i know things will change, it won't even make a difference :-) i give myself 6 mos to a year tops, and then ill be tired of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-975379015010131077?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/975379015010131077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=975379015010131077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/975379015010131077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/975379015010131077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-tweakend.html' title='halloween tweakend'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SvLwTKcOciI/AAAAAAAAASc/IMafZNeJsTs/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4105997736157980404</id><published>2009-10-19T23:28:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:44:47.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>Oooh Scott...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot stop shaking! we met the ever so famous man behind the camera, Scott Schuman..aka The Sartorialist. I really did not believe that we were going to go, but we certainly did make the trek and it was soooo worth it. And he is such a funny man as you will see in the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0yDhl-lvI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZS36orpOG5w/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0yDhl-lvI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZS36orpOG5w/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394522964798379762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHA sooo we do not know who that drink belonged to, she just grabbed it off the table...but trust me her intentions were to be funny...she knows better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0w2BbKfDI/AAAAAAAAARE/6VojsGlh3y4/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0w2BbKfDI/AAAAAAAAARE/6VojsGlh3y4/s200/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394521633313160242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliette and I decided to say EFF the camera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as I was explaining why we had no books in front of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0wle_lfCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tI_4O43XQl0/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0wle_lfCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tI_4O43XQl0/s200/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394521349192776738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I WAS RIGHT BESIDE HIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0wLqqS_PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ED5Tax1sQBY/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0wLqqS_PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ED5Tax1sQBY/s200/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394520905648110834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LMAO!   He put some of Ger's hair on his head...he's got such a great sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0v0QL76QI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0Nv7hbbbAaU/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0v0QL76QI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0Nv7hbbbAaU/s200/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394520503404456194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eek! my signed piece of...paper...no $$ and it's Homecoming WEEK sooo maybe I'll buy it from Amazon one day next week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0vcnBYT8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/UPFdZVoHNQg/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0vcnBYT8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/UPFdZVoHNQg/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394520097217335234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ger in her Tonka's...we were feeling a tad under-dressed considering one Bad B came in her Red Bottoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0u9SZmsEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ix0SdLIub3E/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0u9SZmsEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ix0SdLIub3E/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519559105851458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i should;ve taqken my camera instead of my moms but anywho, this was the line outside.  it took us about 30 minutes to get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4105997736157980404?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4105997736157980404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4105997736157980404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4105997736157980404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4105997736157980404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/10/oooh-scott.html' title='Oooh Scott...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/St0yDhl-lvI/AAAAAAAAARU/ZS36orpOG5w/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1038739130217167062</id><published>2009-10-18T00:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:17:43.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>RAWR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lindenhurstmemoriallibrary.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/where_the_wild_things_are_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 388px;" src="http://lindenhurstmemoriallibrary.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/where_the_wild_things_are_poster2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok soooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are=AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;! Spike Jonze did an excellent job, and that is all there is to it, not to forget that the acting was great!  Definitely not a movie I would have gone to, or would have wanted to, see when I was younger.  It definitely made apparent the lack of any concept of reality that children have, and a big showcase of the..."dysfunctional" (oh yea, why is it "dys-" and not "dis"?)  family life, something that, unfortunately, myself and many, many, many others can relate to (and by dysfunctional I mean everything that is not deemed "perfect" by society.)  It made me remarkably sad because it was such a beautiful movie.  It always upsets me to know that most of those belonging to the generations after me will not experience this movie the way I did.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are all so hyped up on sex and explosions&lt;/span&gt; that have been ever present in their adolescence that they would have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no appreciation of how grand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life was before it slaps you so hard in the face &lt;/span&gt;you're left wondering what happened to the years.  I have always wondered what would happen if somebody just appeared to me when i was so young with the world that had invisible boundaries I had no worries about crossing and said "HEY, this is life, it's not as easy as it seems and your next 15 years are going to be like this:..."  An innocent life is an unexamined life, but I really loved when things the world found wrong could not have meant more to me than what color socks I wore, or that it was cool for me to repeat my "Gone Fishin" outfit 4 out of 7 days of the week.  Hm...it just made me feel a certain way and I cried, at the theater and in my bed before I went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1038739130217167062?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1038739130217167062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1038739130217167062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1038739130217167062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1038739130217167062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/10/rawr.html' title='RAWR!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-175762659823978527</id><published>2009-10-14T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:15:39.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAGGGGHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt; will be in DC doing a book signing on MONDAY!!!!  *scream of excitement*...i cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAND I am about to purchase my tix for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386117/"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;/a&gt;.  I bought the book for my little cousin because his birthday was a few days ago, and in all honesty he reminds me of a little Max with curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time I thrift big, man sweaters I always like to think that Bill Cosby wore them before I did :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to begin The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.  The movie comes out in December, so hopefully I will be done by then, but alas, I have so much studying to do.&lt;br /&gt;...and on that note I bid you adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-175762659823978527?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/175762659823978527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=175762659823978527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/175762659823978527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/175762659823978527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/10/aaaagggghhh.html' title='AAAAGGGGHHH!!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-9048558981163415958</id><published>2009-10-07T21:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:12:39.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm Breathing...</title><content type='html'>and that's what I should be most happy about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooos...I have a lot on my mind.  School, school, school, and a few other unmentionable things that I want from college and the people I meet (not to worry though, it's nothing dirty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that has come across my mind as of late is how &lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt; (an uber amazing sight) is being mimicked in a most unappreciated way...at least unappreciated by me.  Our student newspaper, The Hilltop, has a Life &amp;amp; Style section and in this section they'll have an occasional "segment" called "Caught in Style" and they'll have some pics of people in their outfits and ask them some ridic questions about their clothing.  Now, that's the first one, the second one is this blog that a student on my campus has with some of his friends from his hometown, and this blog shall remain nameless, but most of the posts are outfit posts from the Howard Student and a Temple student; and the photos are mainly comprised of shots on campus.  So, here's my "grievance" with both of these, the newspaper and the blog mainly just reflect the personal style of those who created them or take the photos.  That was the simplest way I could put that without being overly wordy.  But to provide a little more: first off the same people are always in the newspaper and it's always shots of "what's in now and how people are wearing it" which is the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Howard's campus we have this area in front of our student center where lots of people hang out and by lots I mean there's a good number of folks but really no variety, the same people who hung there my freshman year and underclassmen that hang out with them now, and the student who does the blog takes all of his pics there as well as the editor for the "Caught in Style" segment (get the picture...ha I kill myself).  I applaud them for their efforts in making fashion so very mainstream...and we must admit fashion is at a stage that it wasn't at a decade or so ago...at least with it's high popularity among the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; young crowd and the media highways we use...soooooooo this is where I tie it into The Sartorialist...The sartorialist is made up of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genuinely BEAUTIFUL people who look BEAUTIFUL in what they wear.  &lt;/span&gt;You can tell that so much attention is paid not only the individual pieces of the subjects but, to the detail of those pieces that leave you wondering How? instead of Why?  The cut of a suit, mixed patterns and textures that don't scream COPY ME or this is HOW you should be dressed.  Yes, they are splendid ways of dressing, but I feel as though that's not the purpose.  People interpret fashion the way that they interpret art; at their own contemplation level, which is respected, but how can individuality be expressed when it's being imposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration, not duplication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-9048558981163415958?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/9048558981163415958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=9048558981163415958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/9048558981163415958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/9048558981163415958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-breathing.html' title='I&apos;m Breathing...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-5438364319927710346</id><published>2009-09-28T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:34:12.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mondaaaay</title><content type='html'>I was going to take advantage of the past few hours to do an assignment for my historiography class because French was canceled ce matin but alas my eyes have been glued to lifetime.  Anywho...just paid a visit to undermyfitted...that young man is terribly funny. &lt;br /&gt;I went home this weekend for grans 80th birthday and oh what to say about ma famille.  Sadly, I did noooo shopping while at home like I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is starting to get a little cooler aaaaand I'm kind of excited about fall. &lt;br /&gt;                        thats it bon apres-midi! (i say that like gene wilder at the end of willy wonka)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-5438364319927710346?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5438364319927710346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=5438364319927710346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5438364319927710346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5438364319927710346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/09/mondaaaay.html' title='mondaaaay'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-5480766099245304801</id><published>2009-09-13T12:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:34:32.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dc ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>weekends</title><content type='html'>have come and gone too soon...&lt;br /&gt;i find that the more relaxed and fun my weekends are the longer they tend to linger around...compared to the wild and crazy ones...but i guess i can attribute that to hardly remembering them ;-)...juuust kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Sq0cSO6qqWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A9Ca7a5R2to/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Sq0cSO6qqWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A9Ca7a5R2to/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380988229344995682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Sq0c0PFf70I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sm9lnzg-z5M/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Sq0c0PFf70I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sm9lnzg-z5M/s200/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380988813505982274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(left: geraldine; right: the ferragamo loafers on my feet...i went for a mom look, and on the floor are some lace up booties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...silver spring jazz festival (the &lt;a href="http://secretmindlab.blogspot.com/"&gt;man friend&lt;/a&gt; stopped by...my pics from the festival didn't do it too much justice...so they'll stay hidden away...)&lt;br /&gt;anywho, my favorite new thrift store in DC is the one on Georgia Ave right across  from the Po-leese stayshun.  I am so amazed that I have been here for more than two years and have not stopped by.  Georgia Avenue Thrift is the nicest spot to get good man sweaters for the cold DC air, AND I most def got some Ferragamo loafers for three bucks!  TAKE THAT ANNIE CREAM CHEESE!  I feel like thrifting in the city could be so much better if I knew of some other places to go, so if anybody stumbles upon this and knows of some nifty thrifty places in the DMV area shoot a holler!  Georgetown is the ultimate L because they overprice their stuff by A LOT even though that's predictable of them...its such a pretentious little area.&lt;br /&gt;...hm well, a full day of writing and reading awaits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-5480766099245304801?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5480766099245304801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=5480766099245304801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5480766099245304801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5480766099245304801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekends.html' title='weekends'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Sq0cSO6qqWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A9Ca7a5R2to/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4609091968277398844</id><published>2009-08-25T20:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:32:19.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>...is baaaaack and it's going to be a long semester.  SO MUCH READING AND WRITING!&lt;br /&gt;on a very luminous note: the last week before school started was one of the best I've had all summer.  Hella cookouts, ocean city, and free club fun.  all that action packed shit in one week...phew.&lt;br /&gt;BTW saw Inglourious Basterds and it was AMAZING!  Mr. Tarantino outdid himself.  I loved it and his trademark little left turns that have monkey wren&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3vutiH_7nM/SbSLeGRJyWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMN1ySU183A/s400/3330660971_df328ffbaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3vutiH_7nM/SbSLeGRJyWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMN1ySU183A/s400/3330660971_df328ffbaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ches and curve balls waiting when you get there.  I know it seems cliche, but I love that man and his movies!  I know his style is not too original but i still love the movies.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119396/"&gt;Jackie Brown&lt;/a&gt; was ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i always thought that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm3837954304/nm0744834"&gt;Eli Roth&lt;/a&gt; was a strange kind of cute, but after seeing him beat the shit out of a man's head with a baseball bat has given me some sort of unnaturally disgusting crush on him...i think it was more or less my strange fascination with Jews and the fact that he went by "the bear jew" in the movie and he just looked so masculine...so don't judge me, that's all i ask&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4609091968277398844?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4609091968277398844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4609091968277398844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4609091968277398844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4609091968277398844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3vutiH_7nM/SbSLeGRJyWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MMN1ySU183A/s72-c/3330660971_df328ffbaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8039671787611656702</id><published>2009-08-15T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:29:19.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Oliver and Sebastian...</title><content type='html'>...are such friendly sounding names for little boys.  I feel like such a creeper when i read mom blogs because I am definitely far from being one.  But I think that it's almost like walking past Baby Gap and seeing something cute and thinking, "hm, i want my kids to wear shit like this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8039671787611656702?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8039671787611656702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8039671787611656702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8039671787611656702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8039671787611656702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/08/oliver-and-sebastian.html' title='Oliver and Sebastian...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4076857520400862699</id><published>2009-07-20T13:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:15:51.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial ish'/><title type='text'>I've Never Experienced Sprite Like this Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nquccBCNYpg&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nquccBCNYpg&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all that foam, she could not even drink it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4076857520400862699?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4076857520400862699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4076857520400862699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4076857520400862699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4076857520400862699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-commercial.html' title='I&apos;ve Never Experienced Sprite Like this Before'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3785694650703143262</id><published>2009-07-16T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:36:47.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am watching 16 and Pregnant, why? I know not.  This weeks teenage trimester tragedy involves a young couple whose parents happen to be married to each other.  I know, it's sad.  They are step-siblings about to parent a child together.  I have yet to finish watching this because they are actually considering giving their child up for adoption and I would like to see the outcome.  Sadly, I think that's a good idea.  Sometimes when I feel so negatively about having children I always hope that karma does not come around and kick me in my ass, or rather my uterus.  It's just, being so young and having to adequately care for somebody else is a very big job.  You can go so wrong with a child.  Is there such thing as raising perfect children?  I think there is.  Quite frankly, comparing my life to my mother's life when she was my age has given me a good point of reference.  People can always have perfect children according to what they see fit. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to name them...thats the most exciting part...JK, I'm assuming there are some more fun things that can happen. Children are very special, and should certainly be treated that way. Everybody has their own opinons on child rearing. There is definitely more than one right way to raise a child just as well as there is more than one wrong way to raise a child. People do what works for them, and everything parents have or have not done prior to becoming a parent can in fact be used as an advantage, at this point i've done lots of things i'm not proud of, but i am more regretful of things i didn't do than i am of the things i have done; and i am very excited about sharing stories with my kids and just let them figure it all out for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;But, for now, I shall stick to wild crazy nights, and good fun that I sort of can't remember, because that too will be coming to some sort of an end when I decided to "grow up" as they say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3785694650703143262?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3785694650703143262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3785694650703143262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3785694650703143262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3785694650703143262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-watching-16-and-pregnant-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-754906669949589797</id><published>2009-07-16T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:30:23.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>So I definitely just watched the worst episode of good times...EVER!  Thelma decides to NOT go to an educational establishment because of a racist sorority. REALLY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-754906669949589797?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/754906669949589797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=754906669949589797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/754906669949589797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/754906669949589797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4888662012529862614</id><published>2009-07-15T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:19:15.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celeb ish'/><title type='text'>YOOOOOO...I Do Believe this Will Be a Harry Potter Post</title><content type='html'>I have been saying YO soooo much!  i do not know what is up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE!!! I feel awful for not loving it.  I mean, honestly it was a really good movie but there were just a few slips that really upset me, and sadly, for the most part I ruined it for myself by rereading the book just days before the movie came out.  Well, first off, I am upset at the addition of events that DID NOT HAPPEN!  I feel as though had the a particular scene at The Burrow been eliminated there could have been more emphasis put on Voldemort's past, as it should have because that is what the half-blood prince is about, that and the building of audience animosity towards Snape because of several things the movie should have informed us about his actions towards Harry and his family.  But, alas, I think if I see it again my feelings will change and I will accept it for being just a film adaptation of a wonderful book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed the Harry Potter epic the summer that the final book came out and I read that book twice and I just reread The Half-Blood Prince for the second time and now everything makes soooo much sense to me and I appreciate it for so much more than a somewhat tragic tale of adeventure and growing and etc...  I finally realized a lot of what was meant by Love Conquering All and some other stuff, but I'm kind of bored now and I'm sure you are too...good night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4888662012529862614?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4888662012529862614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4888662012529862614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4888662012529862614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4888662012529862614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/07/yooooooi-do-believe-this-will-be-harry.html' title='YOOOOOO...I Do Believe this Will Be a Harry Potter Post'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2630290322320197600</id><published>2009-06-30T15:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:06:51.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinkings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>Yum Yum</title><content type='html'>Here are just some tidbits going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/runs_house/series.jhtml"&gt;Run's House&lt;/a&gt; the other night and &lt;a href="http://www.digslifeofthejetsetter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diggy's blog&lt;/a&gt; is really nice.  This young man has a lot going for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, what if, on another planet in another galaxy light years ahead and away from The Milky Way, our lives are happening at a faster pace?  Could this be the explanation for deja vu?  I know someone told me that deja vu was "scientifically proven to be a shortage of oxygen to your brain...blah blah blah", but I don't know.  I just think there is too much in the universe for all that space to not be used.  There is life Elsewhere---(The Giver reference!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I truly love about summer is that it can go from looking like the sky is about to fall to one of the prettiest days of the year in a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c4/The_Giver_Cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 283px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c4/The_Giver_Cover.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new pair of loafers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Giver"&gt;The Giver&lt;/a&gt; is one of the most awesome books I have ever read in my entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2630290322320197600?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2630290322320197600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2630290322320197600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2630290322320197600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2630290322320197600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/yum-yum.html' title='Yum Yum'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2462250464251112528</id><published>2009-06-29T22:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:31:26.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>ooooooonnnneeee huuuundreeeeed!</title><content type='html'>Well well well.  It's my 100th post!  Yay!  It's crazy to me because I've had this blog ever since my freshman year of college and now I am about to be a junior and I've only had 100 posts.  Hm, lets see if I can make this one special....eh?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After some serious thought and reflection on my own life I have come to the conclusion that I need to take some time out and get my shit together (yes, it's one of those again).  Well, I finally took the first step to getting to that point.  All of the "unnecessary" numbers in my phone that do nothing but hinder positive progress for me have been erased.  &lt;-----(the bit of info that makes this post so special)&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only drug addicts could go about it in the same easy manner.  Not that I'm any kind of addict, but sometimes it's hard to let go of something that you think makes you feel good.  I guess it's ok for some women to feel empowered by embracing their sexuality and feeling overconfident about it by sexin whoever and whenever they want.  I mean, it's cool, but just not for me.  Maybe it's in my ever so inconsistent and fickle nature, but i do these things and then feel awful afterwards because as bad as I try not to expect it, I think something more will come from the "transaction" that has just been made.  Or no...I'm aware of what WILL NOT happen,, but, maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me, to try and parallell my life to Pretty Woman...even though I'm not a prostitute (I originally wanted to say hooker, but I thinks it's so much more dirtier and rude).  Well, now that I have disregarded my crunched up brown leaf for a nice pretty green one I'm ready to see where the rest of the summer takes me.  It would be nice to have a boyfriend, but I really don't want one.  Just, a nice friend to nap and watch movies with. &lt;br /&gt;...now that that's over with&lt;br /&gt;please be happy for yours truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for Thought coming in the NEXT POST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2462250464251112528?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2462250464251112528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2462250464251112528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2462250464251112528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2462250464251112528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooooooonnnneeee-huuuundreeeeed.html' title='ooooooonnnneeee huuuundreeeeed!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8003677457279291035</id><published>2009-06-26T01:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:36:57.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>The Countdown Has Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roddysrockinreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/2008-11-14-harry_potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 547px;" src="http://roddysrockinreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/2008-11-14-harry_potter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuugggghhhh, need I say more?...after I read the Deathly Hallows I felt as though my childhood symbolically eneded, but that other part of me is hanging on with movies, and it will not be until I finally see the second part of The Deathly Hallows that I will officially accept "adulthood".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8003677457279291035?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8003677457279291035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8003677457279291035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8003677457279291035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8003677457279291035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/countdown-has-started.html' title='The Countdown Has Started'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1441736767717461733</id><published>2009-06-26T01:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:25:03.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>Unfinished Business</title><content type='html'>...in no particular order here they are:&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Diana, Smooth Criminal, Earth Song, Butterflies, Danger, P.Y.T (of course), Black or White, Billy Jean, Rock With You, Thriller, Just Leave me Alone (that claymation ish killed me) Remember the Time, You Rock My World, You Knock Me Off My Feet...I'm pretty sure I didn't even put a dent in some of my faves...&lt;br /&gt;whenever I hear You Knock Me Off My Feet I can't help but feel like hot shit...it's just that kind of song...&lt;br /&gt;sigh I still cannot believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm review of the Phantom Tollbooth coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1441736767717461733?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1441736767717461733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1441736767717461733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1441736767717461733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1441736767717461733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/unfinished-business.html' title='Unfinished Business'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1120435029015381124</id><published>2009-06-25T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:45:29.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hm</title><content type='html'>I have the stuff that you want. I am the thing that you need&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Jackson. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1120435029015381124?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1120435029015381124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1120435029015381124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1120435029015381124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1120435029015381124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/hm.html' title='hm'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4502138841688162536</id><published>2009-06-24T23:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:32:57.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>Hot Balls in the Summer Time</title><content type='html'>this heat is atrocious....&lt;br /&gt;skirts, shorts, breezy dresses&lt;br /&gt;I made some cutoffs from a pair of Levi's that belonged to my friend James.  I'm very happy that I have now realized that making shorts from pants that belonged to a guy a little larger than you in size is AMAZING, especially for the summer because they aren't that tight.  Granted they are denim but still, they're not hugging my bottom.  I also got a nifty little plaid button up from him that I wish I could wear EVERY DAY!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkLvIOpLGUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/l-E9YQjnxyA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkLvIOpLGUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/l-E9YQjnxyA/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351102231918352706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkLvaUQweAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_sBHwRsz6YE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkLvaUQweAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_sBHwRsz6YE/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351102542664202242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4502138841688162536?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4502138841688162536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4502138841688162536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4502138841688162536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4502138841688162536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-balls-in-summer-time.html' title='Hot Balls in the Summer Time'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkLvIOpLGUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/l-E9YQjnxyA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-372008899458805751</id><published>2009-06-23T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:28:15.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jon and kate plus 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celeb ish'/><title type='text'>Le Sigh</title><content type='html'>So TLC has decided to put a hold on the production of it's much beloved series &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/jon-and-kate/jon-and-kate.html"&gt;Jon&amp;amp;Kate Plus 8&lt;/a&gt;.  It was bound to happen and quite frankly it's for the best.  I think that divorce really wasn't the answer to their problem.  Kate wanted the cameras, Jon did not.  Actually, what Jon did want did not involve a family of 8 kids and an "abusive" wife by his 32nd birthday.  It's rather sad that things had to go down they way they did.  I myself am a big fan of the show and the kids are adorable, but TLC and the Gosselins knew that with the end of the show  everyone else's lives would go on the same, except theirs.  As long as TLC had the show, people would watch, even though it was at the expense of the well-being (in more ways than one) of a family.  The only thing to do now, since the sextuplets are old enough and will be starting school in the fall, is for Jon to go back to being an IT guy and Kate to go back to being a nurse.  You have 8 kids people will still want to help out when and where they can, you dont need cameras and even though financial assistance from a national television network and creep creep viewers mailing gifts to the kids was great, I mean is it worth the trouble that's already been placed on the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if at any point in my future marriage I slap my husband and he doesn't proceed to throw me up against a wall, I will personally ask him where the hell his balls went...and if he could retrieve them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-372008899458805751?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/372008899458805751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=372008899458805751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/372008899458805751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/372008899458805751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-sigh.html' title='Le Sigh'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8896713864684760140</id><published>2009-06-23T01:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:26:41.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dc ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celeb ish'/><title type='text'>Crazy Shit</title><content type='html'>...going on in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost...epic train crash with two DC metro lines today.  It was crazy.  I was about to take a nap and a friend of mine tells me that there was a train crash.  Well, I've never witnessed a train crash so i dont really know what i was expecting it to look like.  So when I turn it to the news I see that half of one train is fucking on top of the other.  6 people were killed, including two drivers.  It's very sad, the red line is the line i took to get to my old job :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkBjCDQvx2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/92bdCsx93to/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkBjCDQvx2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/92bdCsx93to/s200/train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350385244202583906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, will.i.am from the Black Eyed Peas punches Perez Hilton in the face?  Wow.  will.i.am has always been kind of cute to me, and even though i do not condone fighting, i despise perez hilton and am imagining will.i.am punching an actual man, thus making that ordeal somewhat sexy...now its just a he said she said (literally) kind of thing.  Even though it was kind of fucked up for Perez to get hit, his vlog describing the sitch was very catty and whiney and he just sounded like a little bitch and i wanted to slap him.  he said he got punched three times but i beg to differ...he's white! had he really been punched three times his eye would be fucked the fuck up by now...geez&lt;br /&gt;...check their stories&lt;br /&gt;will.i.am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-22-my-statement"&gt;perez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8896713864684760140?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8896713864684760140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8896713864684760140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8896713864684760140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8896713864684760140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-shit.html' title='Crazy Shit'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SkBjCDQvx2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/92bdCsx93to/s72-c/train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7661483527472035699</id><published>2009-06-21T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:54:02.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What's That Letter After K and Before M?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.websitesandsoundbites.com/Block_with_letter_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.websitesandsoundbites.com/Block_with_letter_L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L!!!!!!!---it seems as though it's raining L's and I've been catching them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I could make it any larger I would.  Gotdamnit, shit is really not great.  But, anywho...I have a good summer to look forward to.  I just at a fudgesicle and it's making my mouth smell kind of weird.  But anywho...on to something else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7661483527472035699?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7661483527472035699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7661483527472035699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7661483527472035699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7661483527472035699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-that-letter-after-k-and-before-m.html' title='What&apos;s That Letter After K and Before M?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8919751609513169402</id><published>2009-06-21T02:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:17:22.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>F!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.holidaymatinee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/away-we-go-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 369px;" src="http://www.holidaymatinee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/away-we-go-movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend gets one big stamp of complete disapproval!!!&lt;br /&gt;if only i knew where to begin, bug gotdamn...anywho&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I LOOKED CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the one big big big big big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is that I went to see Away We Go with Vincent and Geraldine.  It is by far the best movie I have seen all year.  I stopped watching The Office when it got kind of janky and trendy but my love for John Krasinski has resurfaced because of this movie.  I had a friend that tried to diss the movie and say it was all Juno-esque but it's nothing like Juno and even though I loved Juno, Away We Go is five million times better and so is the humor.  Mya Randolph was so adorbs and it makes me super excited to be the quirky parent that I know I'm going to be.  Everyone questions their future because of things that happened in the past, but it all comes together full circle with a bit of help and searching.  I just loved this movie so much.  The laughs came and went at the right times, and *sigh* it was just a really good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to another sour note though&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we spent like two hours in Vince's car talking and listening to     radio music. and thats how the night went...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8919751609513169402?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8919751609513169402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8919751609513169402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8919751609513169402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8919751609513169402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/f.html' title='F!!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-766762721195699931</id><published>2009-06-19T01:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:48:07.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural ish'/><title type='text'>Where Has THIS Been My Whole LIfe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mazeofthoughts.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lush-unwrapped-soaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 926px; height: 1381px;" src="http://mazeofthoughts.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lush-unwrapped-soaps.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this sh** is effing amazing, its at a store called Lush, there's one in georgetown.  they have handmade soaps and lotions and whatnot.  i feels good and it smells good, if you like earthy ish.  but anywho, i am very much in "lush" (couldnt help it) with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, im gradually moving on from my stage of WANT.  but of course i have yet to be offered anything.  these situations often arise during the weekends, so we shall see how strong my willpower will be when the time comes... :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-766762721195699931?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/766762721195699931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=766762721195699931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/766762721195699931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/766762721195699931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-has-this-been-my-whole-life.html' title='Where Has THIS Been My Whole LIfe?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6982989887564098966</id><published>2009-06-17T15:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:10:03.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuc**n up'/><title type='text'>Um...NO?</title><content type='html'>How does &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/us_world/2009/06/17/2009-06-17_teen_sues_over_face_tattoos_.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happen and you not feel anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6982989887564098966?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6982989887564098966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6982989887564098966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6982989887564098966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6982989887564098966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/umno.html' title='Um...NO?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4106906433176061422</id><published>2009-06-17T14:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:01:48.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Behind Door #1:SEX!</title><content type='html'>Ok soooo, as amazing as that would be for some folks, sex is not really a prize.  Two people in a relationship with one another need to feel the same way about sex so that either party involved will not feel as though they are being shafted (no pun intended).  Settling on sex (even if it's good) is never healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4106906433176061422?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4106906433176061422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4106906433176061422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4106906433176061422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4106906433176061422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/behind-door-1sex.html' title='Behind Door #1:SEX!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-297798730609364675</id><published>2009-06-15T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:43:58.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>So Yea I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41FVZ6KF3NL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41FVZ6KF3NL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am doing my work for housing ish which really means that I am sitting and contemplating taking a nap...womp.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, Devin, and myself are talking about the shit we thought was fly when we were young.  Devin just mentioned having platformed sketchers sandals...and they were white. Geraldine wore a Tommy Girl Shirt with a sparkly heart, some flare jeans and Air Force Ones. Me...me me me me me. My notorious outfits: one consisted of a baby blue hair ribbon, baby blue top, khaki capris, tan and blue slouch socks...and to finish it off I wore it with blue Tims...tisk tisk tisk.  And outfit number two unfortunately was made up of MORE slouch socks...orange and white, to go with my orange and white low top Air Force Ones and my orange and whtie Tommy Hilfiger shirt. Hmph...I don't understand what the deal with matching was. Thats a damn shame.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when "tan" was like the IT color and If you weren't on some J Lo steeze in a tan (velour) track suit you just were not hot. Gotdamn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-297798730609364675?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/297798730609364675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=297798730609364675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/297798730609364675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/297798730609364675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-yea-i-am.html' title='So Yea I Am'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2782542954951493128</id><published>2009-06-12T12:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:06:58.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tobacco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>Congress Gives FDA Power to Limit Nicotine Amounts in Cigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="hd"&gt;                                    &lt;h1&gt;Congress sends Obama bill to regulate tobacco&lt;/h1&gt;         &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/ap/brand/SIG=br2v03/*http://www.ap.org" id="yn-prvdlink" class="provider-logo ult-section"&gt;         &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/nws/p/ap_logo_106.png" alt="AP" class="" width="106" height="27" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;ul id="tools-top" class="tools mod ult-section"&gt;&lt;li class="buzz ult-position"&gt;                 &lt;form action="http://buzz.yahoo.com/vote/;_ylt=AuolRaJG_IVKmJFhEPfIUUeMwfIE;_ylu=X3oDMTBtcTc4Zjd0BHNlYwN0b29scy10b3AEc2xrA2J1eno-" method="post"&gt;                     &lt;input name="targetUrl" value="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_fda_tobacco" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input value="orion" name="from" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input value="article" name="assettype" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input value="ap/20090612/us_fda_tobacco" name="guid" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input value="/article/y_news?ap/20090612/us_fda_tobacco" name=".done" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input value="y_news" name="publisherurn" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input value="O28SgHdGYhW" name=".crumb" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input value="1" name="votetype" type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input name="summary" value="Congress sent legislation to the White House Friday granting the federal government unprecedented authority to regulate and restrict cigarettes, the single largest cause of preventable death." type="hidden"&gt;                     &lt;input name="headline" value="Congress sends Obama bill to regulate tobacco - Yahoo! 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Christopher Dodd, D-Conn, center, speaks on the passage of legislation that" width="213" height="114" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;              &lt;cite class="caption"&gt;AP – Sen. Christopher Dodd, D-Conn, center, speaks on the passage of legislation that gives the government …&lt;/cite&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .secondary-media --&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .related-media --&gt;                  &lt;div class="byline"&gt;         &lt;cite class="vcard"&gt;         By JIM ABRAMS, Associated Press Writer        &lt;span class="fn org"&gt;Jim Abrams, Associated Press Writer&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/cite&gt;     –     &lt;abbr title="2009-06-12T09:32:11-0700" class="recenttimedate"&gt;6 mins ago&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .byline --&gt;                                 WASHINGTON – Congress sent legislation to the &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1244824355_0"&gt;White House Friday&lt;/span&gt; granting the federal government unprecedented authority to regulate and restrict cigarettes, the single largest cause of preventable death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_fda_tobacco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...read the rest here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This law also is also curtailing ads that glorify smoke...ok so when was the last time you saw an ad that glorified smoking cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;it's not 1995 and nobody even smokes Kools anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2782542954951493128?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2782542954951493128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2782542954951493128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2782542954951493128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2782542954951493128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/congress-gives-fda-power-to-limit.html' title='Congress Gives FDA Power to Limit Nicotine Amounts in Cigs'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4262390683831058934</id><published>2009-06-09T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:07:19.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO JOB NO MORE!!  its a recession, but honestly i don't care.  i'm young.  i know there are other folks who really need money, which is why they are still at that place.  anywho...i am going to use the next few days to just effing sleep and chiiiiillll, and hopefully i'll have another job by the end of next week...or maybe the week after ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4262390683831058934?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4262390683831058934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4262390683831058934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4262390683831058934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4262390683831058934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-job-no-more-its-recession-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8268298330567017523</id><published>2009-06-09T14:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:19:51.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>Oh My...</title><content type='html'>UTERUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to work today.  I don't feel like making cheese and being nice!!!  I would just like to curl up in my bed with my dinky little sweat pants and eat Wheat Thins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more than ready for some more summer adventures.  In a few weeks I will be at a family reunion in Harrisburgh and after that, hopefully, BAM Afro-Punk festival in Brooklyn!!...(again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Si6nBURfVdI/AAAAAAAAALs/6irz2dRtUFM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Si6nBURfVdI/AAAAAAAAALs/6irz2dRtUFM/s200/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345393448799131090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is going through a struglle and I am just at a loss...WOMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho...lets be optimistic for a good day at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am currently watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 and I am just dumbfounded at how and why somebody would just oh fly to Greece for a pair of pants.  That conversation with my mother would be hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey mom, my friends and I have this magical pair of pants that mysteriously fits all of us, well baby sis took them to Greece and lost them.  Is it ok if I go get them back?&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  Did they stop selling pants at the mall?  Did you run out of jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ok then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8268298330567017523?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8268298330567017523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8268298330567017523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8268298330567017523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8268298330567017523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my.html' title='Oh My...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Si6nBURfVdI/AAAAAAAAALs/6irz2dRtUFM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1133040666766794197</id><published>2009-06-08T21:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:37:20.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss jessie&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Curly Fries or Home-Style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dieline.typepad.com/blog/images/2008/02/03/140_1196110773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 347px;" src="http://dieline.typepad.com/blog/images/2008/02/03/140_1196110773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ever since I have decided to go natural with my hairs, I have noticed that in various sections it is very nice and curly; I've got some rather sexy looking tendrils!!  HOWEVER...The majority of my hair is pretty soft and poofy.  It looks somewhat like licorice/cinnamon(during the summer) cotton candy.  And for the many females who are in my position that would like to accentuate their curls, we have Miss Jessies Curly Pudding.  The only downer is that its $50 a jar, and is the kind of product that should be used with many different products from the line.  So if one jar of curly pudding is fiddy bones how much is the pudding, the shampoo AND the conditioner going to cost me?!?!  I am a broke college student that just wants to let her hair bounce around!!!!  I don't know if i want to shell out the bucks to look like a toasted Shirly Temple, or if i should just keep using other product by the half bottle because #1 it does not really cater to "my hair", and #2 it's cheaper.(?)  Now the product for Miss Jessie's is that for the most part it works and many users love it; buuut, if i go into this, it's somthing I have to be serious about because I can not frequently change my hair from straight  to curly to straight back to curly...:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1133040666766794197?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1133040666766794197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1133040666766794197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1133040666766794197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1133040666766794197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/curly-fries-or-home-style.html' title='Curly Fries or Home-Style?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4635500974603112352</id><published>2009-06-08T14:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:45:24.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flabbergastedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I DON'T!! Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>My personal view on marriage is that it is simply not necessary.  A marriage and definitely a wedding ceremony, are luxuries and things that people feel they need to have.  It's almost like succumbing to a sort of trend, but instead of gaining aesthetic praise you're given some bomb ass Benefits.  However, the aesthetic praise that I speak of comes from having the most and best, and being flashy so people can give their oohs and aahs about how much was spent and what everything looked like.  Not that I don't want any of that, because if I am in any position to have that with somebody that I do want to spend the rest of my life with, then I'm all for it.  If i decide to get married, I don't see myself being in a courthouse.  Even though I don't think that weddings and being married are the most important things in the world, if you're going to do something, then it needs to be done right.  Having rings and being married are ways of showing the world that you made a few promises that not even all of the world believes in, particularly those who are in such a position (i.e. adulterers).  There is really no way for me to fully voice the way I feel without sounding like I am contradicting myself, but I think what I really want to say is, if you love someone and it doesn't matter how your shit turns out, it still does not have to be hood and tacky!   &lt;br /&gt;I feel as though people often times do forget that being married is but isn't a lifetime commitment.  With the importance and urgency many people give marriage they just as soon realize that it isn't what they thought it would be...forever is a long time when you may or may not have it.&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband: So honey, my boys got some trip planned to go on a two week long excursion in Europe this summer, I'm going to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me (and dont let me be pregnant): I like window seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;ish like that does not happen when what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get married so they can live together without "LIVIN' IN SIIIIN"; or worst of all, they get married for the sake of a(n) unborn child.  I honestly don't see why people think that marriage saves them.  I mean, I know why, but this has only further led me back down the road I hate being on.  Religion honestly does this.  The State, influenced by God and "His guidelines" have to officially "recognize" two individuals in order for these people to receive benefits to provide them sustainable living in the event that the worst happen.  I am fully aware of the existence of common law marriages but why can't two people just live together for the duration of their lives because they want to be together and share every part of themselves with that other person?  Some people actually do live like that, but why is it looked down upon if they do not want a marriage license or a big ceremony?  I've come to realize that everything in life is so conditional. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4635500974603112352?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4635500974603112352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4635500974603112352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4635500974603112352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4635500974603112352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-pt-1.html' title='I DON&apos;T!! Pt. 1'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3996211070557396411</id><published>2009-06-08T13:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:48:39.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shotgun weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>I Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.miscaketops.com/samples/images/Shotgun%20reluctant%20groom%20mis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 398px;" src="http://www.miscaketops.com/samples/images/Shotgun%20reluctant%20groom%20mis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent aforementioned events (the nuptials of an old flame), I am going to compile a list of what I (do/don't) want when/if the time comes for me to dedicate the rest of my life to another person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He will wear a suit&lt;br /&gt;2.  His cell phone holster will not be attached to his hip at all that day&lt;br /&gt;3.  I will not be wearing a smock with a cardigan&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ideally, I will not already have children, and if I do in this case, my child will not be the best man and he will not be wearing a shirt that says "Best Man" on the back&lt;br /&gt;5.  My husband and I will not have shirts that say "Bride" or "Groom" on the back&lt;br /&gt;6.  My ring will not be gold, even during this recession, there are nice rings out there...i mean shit, the thing will at least be white gold...&lt;br /&gt;8. We will need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passports&lt;/span&gt; to get to our honeymoon destination&lt;br /&gt;9.  He will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old enough&lt;/span&gt; to order champagne for our honeymoon suite...that will NOT be at the Comfort Inn I was at on my birthday (with the ex in question)&lt;br /&gt;10.  Our "reception" will not be at any location where there are is a senior citizen discount.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Nobody will come to my wedding in street clothes, even if you are my closest cousins, you will be turned away...my wedding will be a "classy ass muhfuckin event"...lol&lt;br /&gt;...now, more important reasons that i will further elaborate on in the next post&lt;br /&gt;1.  I will not get married because there is a fetus involved&lt;br /&gt;2.  I will not get married because my "significant other" is about to be shipped off&lt;br /&gt;3.  I will not get married because it's a matter of convenience ^^see #s 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;...My thoughts on marriage go deeper than my superficial dos and donts.  I just feel as though if something is going to be done, than it should be under the right circumstances for the right reasons and it should be appealing.  I don't mean physically appealing, but something that says, "we though about this, and because we want to share this with other people, it is going to be beautiful"...and by beautiful i mean classy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3996211070557396411?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3996211070557396411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3996211070557396411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3996211070557396411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3996211070557396411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-do.html' title='I Do?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6962879047772597638</id><published>2009-06-08T00:43:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:50:12.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the roots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid cudi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philladelphia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asher roth'/><title type='text'>IllaDelph!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, Philly was AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday started off somewhat dismally because it was rainy and cold,, but in an attempt to keep things on a good note I remained optimistic.  Aundrea and I took the Chinatown bus to Philly, and when you spend $15, you honestly get what you pay for.  We were also bam-effin-boozled by this man putting luggage on the bus, but I mean, hey I've been in DC for almost two years so I should have seen that one coming.  My neighbor on the bus was a cute little Asian man who I believed let his wine cooler go to his head because once we were out of DC he balled his fist up in a fit a patriotic rage as he whisteled some indecipherable song for more than half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the city of brotherly love my fave big haired boosky was there wit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiyerK1CdDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X0Il2Rc9kYE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiyerK1CdDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X0Il2Rc9kYE/s200/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344821322260313138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h her sister juliette in the ever so hype and sexy Crown Vic (thats what a first car is when youre dad is a cab driver).  It was pretty humid when we arrived but that changed by the time we got ready to go back out.  Geraldine said that this club, Rain, was having a grand opening and that it was $5 for ladies before 11 pm...OOOOWWWW, lol.  I was origninally going to wear my uber tiny "pencil skirt" from H&amp;amp;M but it was tooooooo cold, so i ended up pulling it off with my circle scarf, a homemade tank, and some levis...WOOOOOT for being innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as Geraldine has a sense of urgency that is equivalent to that of a sloth's we ended up not getting to Rain at 11 and instead of paying $5 we paid three times (if you can read you should be alright at simple multiplication) as much for a mediocre event with a bunch of "partygoers" who looked as though they needed fake i.d's just for cigarettes.  WOMP, but we still had a nice time though...making fun of folks who wear flip flops to clubs...but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday ended on a munchies-just-getting-out-of-the-club tip at Checkers where I had some pretty tastey fries and THE BEST BANANA MILKSHAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNND THEEEEN Saturday came!!  The one day of our whole weekend trip that we were living for.  The "picnic" was fantastic!  The music was great and the people were awsome!  The Roots performed first but we missed them :-(, but no need to be sad for us because they opened and closed the show!  But for the mean time in between time we got to hear/watch Santigold, whose performance was pretty nice, it would have been better had we been closer; she had great energy and her back up dancers were tres adorbs.  After we were lucky enough to snag a line-up from someone we made a game plan for when we needed to leave each of the two stages in order to grab some good standing sports for the next performance.  After Santi we saw Kid Cudi and Asher Roth...both of which had ill performances and if either one wanted to marry me I would just be so torn as to who I would choose. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiyjuIj0SLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3O0NBhS9MAE/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiyjuIj0SLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3O0NBhS9MAE/s200/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344826870748956850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiykQeWIwcI/AAAAAAAAALE/Rv8Zhsi_80M/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiykQeWIwcI/AAAAAAAAALE/Rv8Zhsi_80M/s200/076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344827460712710594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't fully partake in reminiscing on drunken nights with Mr. Roth because we quickly made our way to the main stage so we could seeeeeee TV ON THE RADIO, who by the way, was the first group I had on the iPod nano that I got my junior year of high school.  We sadly missed Public Enemy and The Roots, I feel as though we should have went to see them instead of asher, buuuut, what can you do? ---btw FLAVE was there!!  AND (lol if you're still reading this)...while we were waiting for asher Roth to perform this was the conversation that was being had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random boy: yea public enemy is performing with the roots right now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random girl:  who is public enemy, i dont know them so they must not be cool., asher roth is way more popular.  i dont even care about the roots either, who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was completely disgusted and flabbergasted...so she basically paid damn near $70 to see asher roth, and make ignorant comments because after she assumed the unpopularity of PUBLIC ENEMY my firnd and i began to audibly mock this young lady...who by the way was in the company of very rude girls that were smoking in a tent full of people...rude much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we watching Kid Cudi there was this really cute guy next to Aundrea who humiliated these two girls by referring to them as "hot shit" because for some odd reason they felt as though they belonged at the front of the crowd for what reason?...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap everything up TV on the Radio had the ILLEST performance, it ws better than Santigolds, Asher's, and Kid Cudis.  The lights on the main stage for TV on the Radio were amazing and they played the longest set I had ever heard any group play.  It was amazing.  I usually don't partake in any kind of movement at events like this unless I'm somewhat intoxicated, but I was having such a good time and just couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Roots came out I thought I was going to flip.  Black Thought looked sooo good, and ?love always makes me smile.  I dont know what they performed suring their first set, but for the close they did "You Got Me" and Amanda Diva sang that chorus!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOO all in all this weekend has been the best weekend of the summer so far.  And I simply cannot wait to have more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some extra pics from Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiypOPgP4aI/AAAAAAAAALM/lSg3BBNXKFg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiypOPgP4aI/AAAAAAAAALM/lSg3BBNXKFg/s200/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344832919926989218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiypdWXCj3I/AAAAAAAAALU/FasxtXOcr08/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiypdWXCj3I/AAAAAAAAALU/FasxtXOcr08/s200/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344833179465453426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siypts6jreI/AAAAAAAAALc/i0giyRa2sdw/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siypts6jreI/AAAAAAAAALc/i0giyRa2sdw/s200/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344833460397911522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siyp-5HsjnI/AAAAAAAAALk/pAmhj6k-R5M/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siyp-5HsjnI/AAAAAAAAALk/pAmhj6k-R5M/s200/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344833755732020850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so yup this is about it, there are a shit ton of other photos so just check the fbook album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...soooo my ex-boyfriend is married with a kid on the way now??...there will most def be a blog about that within the next few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6962879047772597638?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6962879047772597638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6962879047772597638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6962879047772597638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6962879047772597638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/illadelph.html' title='IllaDelph!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SiyerK1CdDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X0Il2Rc9kYE/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6098766590848525198</id><published>2009-06-05T00:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:02:16.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>I Have a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siik7JxcczI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oJ6W9JOk3tI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siik7JxcczI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oJ6W9JOk3tI/s200/Snapshot_20090605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343702294017635122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COWLICK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Going to Philly tomorrow!!!  I shall be there for the WHOLE weekend.  The roots picnic is on Saturday and I will definitely be in atttendance&lt;br /&gt;2.  The cable in my room now works and looks so much more clear and better than it was before.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My suitemate said that she saw a mouse in her room :-(&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am up to 8 now...womp...but it was really good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siilvs-7zdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eUTlNJIt-Ok/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090605_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siilvs-7zdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eUTlNJIt-Ok/s200/Snapshot_20090605_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343703196822654418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;----i've had this shirt since i was 6...there is a spaghetti-o's stain on it somewhere (the stain got on there today, it hasn't been there since i was 6)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6098766590848525198?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6098766590848525198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6098766590848525198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6098766590848525198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6098766590848525198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have.html' title='I Have a...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Siik7JxcczI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oJ6W9JOk3tI/s72-c/Snapshot_20090605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3326060908000650755</id><published>2009-05-28T20:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:29:18.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Fuck World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story-source"&gt;From the Los Angeles Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;div id="digg-button"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.chicagotribune.com/common/includes/digg-badge.html?url=http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-prom-queen28-2009may28,0,2700821.story&amp;amp;title=Fairfax%20High%5C%27s%20prom%20queen%20is%20a%20guy&amp;amp;description=Sergio%20Garcia%20stood%20in%20the%20gymnasium%20and%20told%20the%20senior%20class%20at%20Fairfax%20High%20School%20not%20to%20worry:%20If%20he%20was%20elected,%20he%20wouldn%5C%27t%20wear%20a%20dress." scrolling="no" width="60" frameborder="0" height="100"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-prom-queen28-2009may28,0,2700821.story" target=""&gt;Fairfax High's prom queen is a guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                                                                   &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sergio Garcia, a gay student, beats out the female candidates. His campaign started out as a bit of a stunt, but it ended up generating dialogue about gender roles on the L.A. campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                                                  &lt;dl class="byline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story-byline"&gt;By Ari B. Bloomekatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="story-titleline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="story-dateline"&gt;&lt;dd&gt; May 28, 2009&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;                        &lt;div id="full-image"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2009-05/47161275.jpg" alt="Prom queen Sergio Garcia" style="position: relative;" class="full-width" border="0" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                  &lt;p class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sergio Garcia, an 18-year-old senior, said he Âfelt invincibleÂ after beating out the female candidates. And one of his peers said Garcia's win Âjust shows how open-minded our class is." &lt;span class="credit"&gt;&lt;span class="photographer"&gt;(Liz O. Baylen / Los Angeles Times&lt;/span&gt; / May 27, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;                                                                               &lt;!-- sphereit start --&gt;        &lt;div id="story-body-parent"&gt;         &lt;p id="story-body" style="clear: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sergio Garcia stood in the gymnasium and told the senior class at Fairfax High School not to worry: If he was elected, he wouldn't wear a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be wearing a suit," Garcia said, "but don't be fooled, deep down inside, I am a queen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garcia, 18, spent most of his years at Fairfax openly gay and wanted to be part of the Los Angeles school's prom court -- but not as prom king. He felt that vying for prom queen would better suit his personality, so he decided to seek that crown, running against a handful of female classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it started out as a bit of a stunt and challenge -- he wasn't sure the school would allow it. But his campaign for queen ended up being serious and sparking dialogue about gender roles on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="rail"&gt;&lt;!-- google ads --&gt;              &lt;!-- END google ads --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days before the dance and election,  the contenders gave short speeches on why they deserved the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At one time, prom may have been a big popularity contest where the best-looking guy or girl were crowned king and queen. Things have changed and it's no longer just about who has the most friends or who wears the coolest clothes," Garcia told the crowd of seniors. "Sure, I'm not your typical prom queen candidate. There's more to me than meets the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience erupted in applause after his speech, and a group of his female friends spent the rest of the week wearing pink crowns and campaigning for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, wearing a charcoal-gray tuxedo and a black bow tie, he was named prom queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I felt invincible," Garcia said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's among the first male students in Southern California to take the title usually owned by female high school beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It just shows how open-minded our class is," said Vanessa Lo, 18, the school's senior class president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo said that she, like many students, had initially been against the idea of Garcia running for prom queen. But she said he "spoke with complete confidence" and carried himself in a way that made students believe he was serious, not a class clown or joker just trying to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His speech was great," recalled Unique Payne, 17, a senior who said she voted for Garcia. "I did it because I support the gay community," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although many students were supportive of Garcia's run, others were upset and didn't understand why Garcia chose to run for prom queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not really happy about that. He should've run for prom king," said 17-year-old senior Juan Espinoza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espinoza said he has nothing against Garcia but believes many students voted for him as a joke so they could see the prom king dance with another guy on prom night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One member of the prom court also said she didn't think it was right for a male student to take the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garcia, who lives in Mid-City and is an aspiring choreographer and hairdresser, said he didn't plan on running for prom queen until notices were posted around school. The qualifications didn't include gender, and he said running for king didn't quite feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't really know if the school approved. I thought 'Why can't I do it?' " Garcia said. "I see myself as a boy with a different personality. . . . I don't wish to be a girl; I just wish to be myself," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teachers and students were encouraging, others told him not to "stir things up," he said. But his close friends continued to support him, and after his speech, the campus community seemed to be coming around to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairfax High, which is near West Hollywood at the intersection of Melrose and Fairfax avenues, has often been at the forefront of the gay rights struggle. It has a Gay-Straight Alliance student group on campus, and Project 10, an on-site support program for gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender youth, was started there in 1984 after a social worker wanted to help a gay student who was being harassed by his peers. The program has since been expanded to encompass the entire Los Angeles Unified School District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 10's founder, Virginia Uribe, said she was encouraged by news of Garcia's crowning. She said that in the last two years, there have been similar elections to prom and homecoming courts in high schools and colleges around the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that indicates where our society is right now. That the young people, they are not involved in this whole argument about gay rights. They think this whole fight is silly. They just accept people for who they are," Uribe said. "Gender-bending is just kind of in," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-now...shit certainly is not getting better, thats for damn sure.  it's not that im anti-gay or anything; i'm not even mad at the young MISSter wanting to be prom queen, its moreso the reactions of the students, the shallowness and naivety of how they approached this event.  i dont think that having a male prom queen shows any sort of open mindedness, more like dumb fuckness, and voting for him in now way shows your suport for gay rights.  you live in fucking california, opposing proposition 8 would be supporting the gay community and rights that they should be entitled to.  and since when was the personality of a Queen a reflection of a flamboyant gay young man?  thats just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3326060908000650755?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3326060908000650755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3326060908000650755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3326060908000650755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3326060908000650755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-fuck-world.html' title='What the Fuck World?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2632189406543179842</id><published>2009-05-27T00:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:01:25.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbfucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7-11'/><title type='text'>DIDDY VODKA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Shy9gElMy5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oEgfU1rQkYg/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340351616837798802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Shy9gElMy5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oEgfU1rQkYg/s200/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, dear, this past weekend was a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywho...my suitemate and her friends are rather annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaannnndd.., i had the most humiliating experience at the 7-11 on u street this past sunday night. not only did the humidity turn my hair into a dirty cloud, but upon arriving my companions and i learned that in order to be in the store past midnight, one needs his/her i.d bc he/she must be 18 or older. soooo, big badass clerk who is too proud of his promotion to being the late night manager put on his best uncle tom impersona&lt;a href="http://www.eastpdxnews.com/ktmllite/images/uploads/071102/7-2-Trillium-711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.eastpdxnews.com/ktmllite/images/uploads/071102/7-2-Trillium-711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tion for the surrounding white folk and decided to be as rude to as as he possibly could. i didnt get my gummie sharks and devin had stuff snatched out of her hands because this man was on some other shit. i have plans on going BACK to the 7-11 on u st WITH my i.d and telling this man, "mother fucker, i wish you would"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2632189406543179842?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2632189406543179842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2632189406543179842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2632189406543179842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2632189406543179842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/diddy-vodka.html' title='DIDDY VODKA!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/Shy9gElMy5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oEgfU1rQkYg/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-9043859229755511384</id><published>2009-05-21T20:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:10:39.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Waiting</title><content type='html'>ok so, this nifty little online magazine, &lt;a href="http://www.missbehavemag.com/"&gt;missbehave&lt;/a&gt; is no more. womp. its hbic is deciding to go full on with &lt;a href="http://www.thehipstermom.com/"&gt;her own life&lt;/a&gt; now that a larger fam is involved. but anywho, i mean, reading her blog and looking at her work-woman cool lifestyle gave me such crazy hope that made me feel as though a cookie cutter lfestyle with a hubs and some offspring wouldnt have to involve spending copious amounts of time in the confines of home. and i mean, it still doesnt have to, but she was my lighthouse on my wayward journey towards cool-mommydom (not that cool-mommydom is anywhere i will be very soon, lets give that about 8 more years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/ShX5LQzi0TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VqNiqwoURUs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090521_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338446905202626866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/ShX5LQzi0TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VqNiqwoURUs/s200/Snapshot_20090521_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, anywho, the summer has begun, and i have started reading the phantom tollbooth ITS SUCH A BADASS clever little book and i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i started running around the track...woot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-9043859229755511384?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/9043859229755511384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=9043859229755511384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/9043859229755511384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/9043859229755511384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-waiting.html' title='Life is Waiting'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/ShX5LQzi0TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VqNiqwoURUs/s72-c/Snapshot_20090521_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-5057091469965402399</id><published>2009-05-09T05:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:09:09.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I  forget that when I partake in grown up activities, grown up "consequences" follow.  Being somebody that a young man would WANT to be with and not just want to have (underneath him) is apparently a lot to want.  I'm not asking for it, but it would be nice to have.  I really dont want a boyfrend right now, but I want a boy to want to be my boyfriend.  It's just really foul and fucked up how sex is something that prevents that.  Why does sex have to be such  a fucking deal breaker?...and I mean that in more than one way.  Either way, the only part of ME thats benefiting from such a relationship is my vagina, and that satisfaction definitely is not guaranteed.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-5057091469965402399?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5057091469965402399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=5057091469965402399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5057091469965402399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5057091469965402399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-i-forget-that-when-i-partake.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7961971854288765734</id><published>2009-05-06T22:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:03:44.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ish'/><title type='text'>somebody has to win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just for shits and giggles, i have decided to come up with a list of songs that describe my life (definitely the past couple of years)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame It-Jamie Foxx ft T-Pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Queen and I-Gym Class Heros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Dance-Lady Gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterflies-Michael Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PYT-Michael Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7961971854288765734?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7961971854288765734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7961971854288765734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7961971854288765734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7961971854288765734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/somebody-has-to-win.html' title='somebody has to win'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3278634741482311208</id><published>2009-05-05T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:17:22.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY LADIES LATE NITE SNACKING!!</title><content type='html'>...i fucking love that commercial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinco de mayo=booze, chips, &amp;amp; salsa at robs&lt;br /&gt;...caaaaaaan't waaaaiiit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend is going to south africa for the summer, i guess it's a good thing i decided to stay in da distriKt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, a party awaits me&lt;br /&gt;DEUCES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3278634741482311208?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3278634741482311208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3278634741482311208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3278634741482311208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3278634741482311208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-ladies-late-nite-snacking.html' title='CRAZY LADIES LATE NITE SNACKING!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1217779741176778775</id><published>2009-05-02T18:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:09:57.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time on My Hands</title><content type='html'>Now that school is over with and Summer Vacation is now in effect, I have quite a bit of "spare time"...so I have compiled a list of movies and books I plan to watch/read over the next three to four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Books&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo-Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Horizontal Life-Chelsea Handler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reread Bridge to Terabithia-Katherine Patterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linden Hills-Gloria Naylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray-Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom Tollbooth-Norton Juster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puddn'head Wilson-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native Son-Richard Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Right One In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish watching 4 months 3 weeks 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caligula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is it for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1217779741176778775?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1217779741176778775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1217779741176778775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1217779741176778775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1217779741176778775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-on-my-hands.html' title='Time on My Hands'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3591364364590937753</id><published>2009-05-01T01:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:11:35.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IM SO FRUSTRATED!</title><content type='html'>I am eating Jif crunchy PB out of the jar, its really good, but if i had something else more tastey to eat than i would eat it.  I really want some snacks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow...:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and there is something else lacking, but i am trying really really hard to stay away from it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea bitch gots a twitter...so if anybody reads this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/smashelee"&gt;www.twitter.com/smashelee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3591364364590937753?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3591364364590937753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3591364364590937753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3591364364590937753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3591364364590937753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-frustrated.html' title='IM SO FRUSTRATED!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8483569134442108424</id><published>2009-04-28T03:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:36:53.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cooley high</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;g:"what would your husband do if you had him in a headlock?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a:"if he's smart he'll start to suck on my nipples"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-def. quote of the week...hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;satc the movie is on...for some reason i'm not that hype about it, I've watched it twice and i feel as though thats enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have one more final and my sophomore year of college will be DONE...and a summer in hotass dc awaits me. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may be going to the roots concert picnic in KILLADELPHIA with geraldine...woot woot...so that whole asher roth thing may happen for me, theres even a chance it may be kid cudi....(yea i'm aiming high)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as a for-serious plus, tv on the radio will be there...been on their jant since high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weather is fucking hot, 93 degrees, but i love my thighs sticking together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i will make myself finish this gotdamned take home algebra exam that i have procrastinated on for far too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SfaxrZL51VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5ZkBHkiV24M/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329642568092865874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SfaxrZL51VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5ZkBHkiV24M/s200/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm, i need to show myself some love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lauren...RoD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8483569134442108424?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8483569134442108424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8483569134442108424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8483569134442108424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8483569134442108424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/cooley-high.html' title='cooley high'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SfaxrZL51VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5ZkBHkiV24M/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7574982546111481736</id><published>2009-04-18T05:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:37:12.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Hood is Poppin'</title><content type='html'>...soooooo, I've been very troubled with aspects of my future lately.  I feel like I am doing whats right for me by not being so concerned with finding and competing for internships and jobs that will "further my career".  I just turned 20 and I feel as though it's still a bit early for me to just know EVERYTHING, the only shitty part is that not everybody else my age feels that same way.  There are legit things that I am expecting out of life, to have a job (doing what, I dont know), make money, not live at home until im in my mid 20s.  Priorituzing is harder than what I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7574982546111481736?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7574982546111481736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7574982546111481736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7574982546111481736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7574982546111481736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/hood-is-poppin.html' title='the Hood is Poppin&apos;'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-993168088460974159</id><published>2009-04-16T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:01:54.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>i have nothing better to do than to watch crappy mtv shows about mediocre performing arts students who are clearly in high school...ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, now i'm just waiting for asher roth to be my boyfriend or something like it...BAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-993168088460974159?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/993168088460974159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=993168088460974159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/993168088460974159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/993168088460974159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4839404767196650817</id><published>2009-04-09T04:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:32:19.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare MEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41CC38F3CDL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41CC38F3CDL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (go watch this if you need to...courtesy of: The Welcomed Consesus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For you &lt;em&gt;stuck&lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt;tight &lt;/em&gt;bitches....go rub one out and leave me alone!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you know who is really starting to fucking annoy me?...PEREZ FUCKING HILTON...exit out of the paint app and stop drawing those immature middle school penises on everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(ugh...insert immature picture I WAS going to put in here but decided it would be best not to...eh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4839404767196650817?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4839404767196650817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4839404767196650817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4839404767196650817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4839404767196650817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/spare-meeeeeeee.html' title='Spare MEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4530653277993093552</id><published>2009-04-05T03:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:54:11.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Lesson with Sir Isaac Newton</title><content type='html'>So, I feel as though I am the only person that feels as though, when a man and a woman get into a physical fight, both parties are to be held responsible...especially when the female is the first one to throw a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really do find it completely unacceptable for anybody, no matter their sex, to hit another individual. Sue me if you want, but I am going to grab a situation, one in which the female throws the first "blow" and provide my own criticism for the general expectations of others that many people have. I honestly find it a bit...regressive (from a "feminist" aspect), to believe that it is ok for a woman to hit a man but a man can not hit a woman. Now, for all of you who think that it is wrong when people say women can not be put into leader ship positions (i.e President of the United States) because women act on impulse and what not. As we rewind back to what I said about it being ok for a woman to get mad at a man and reflexively hit him, that is almost conceding to the view point that women are creatures of impulse and do behave on whims, therefore making an argument on behalf of that belief somewhat correct. So in other words...men have better self control, and are a lot more rational than women...except when it comes to sex, right? And more importanlty, why assume that you can hit someone and not be hit back? Keep in mind I am thinking about a situation when the woman is the first to swing. Just as you, a female, had the natural reaction to HIT someone, who happened to be a man, his natural response COULD be to hit you back. People don't adhere to religious dogma, so why assume and expect that they would follow a social dogma? Because nobody signed any contracts saying they would never hit another person, and even if they did...contracts are breached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall: for every action there is an equal and opposite what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4530653277993093552?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4530653277993093552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4530653277993093552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4530653277993093552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4530653277993093552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/physics-lesson-with-sir-isaac-newton.html' title='Physics Lesson with Sir Isaac Newton'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6176545813459205052</id><published>2009-04-05T01:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:08:55.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Satellite of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uga.edu/union/images/movies/adventureland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 741px" alt="" src="http://www.uga.edu/union/images/movies/adventureland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, this is such a gooood movie. There were a few things that made me forget this was set in the 80s, but I can't dub that a good or bad thing. But every song played was fucking amazing and it made every scene in the movie that much greater. the characters were so surprising considering the vibes the previews gave off. If you like cheekiness and "Amadeus" by Falco (or at least can tolerate it being played at least four times) then GO SEE THIS MOVIE. BTW, if I was a lesbo and Kristen Stewart was a lesbo, then we would be together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am definitely listening to "the climb"-miley cyrus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6176545813459205052?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6176545813459205052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6176545813459205052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6176545813459205052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6176545813459205052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/satellite-of-love.html' title='Satellite of Love'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2747376371481095626</id><published>2009-04-04T02:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:00:33.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uggghhh...Why Why Why?????</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is going to be a piece of advice I give and whatever you think of it I don't care but it would be in your best interest to take heed to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever in your life hit someone and EXPECT them to not hit , or even push, you back.  People are very uncertain and complex creatures and we abide by guidelines and regulations we, and along with the law in many cases, set for society.  NOW...not hitting a person back after they hit you is definitely not anything legally binding, it's actually (in my eyes) some sort of social and ethical suggestion that I think should be applied to every race and EVERY SEX.  So, on Friday night, I was not surprised when this dude violently attacked my friend after she slapped him in the face.  I was surely disappointed on behalf of both parties, but surprised I was not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2747376371481095626?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2747376371481095626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2747376371481095626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2747376371481095626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2747376371481095626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/uggghhhwhy-why-why.html' title='Uggghhh...Why Why Why?????'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8178794209338366424</id><published>2009-04-03T07:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:30:22.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH...Would You Believe Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i15.tinypic.com/6fsdlsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 428px" alt="" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/6fsdlsp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been up for the past forever writing a speech on how and why Harry Potter is not "just for children..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8178794209338366424?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8178794209338366424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8178794209338366424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8178794209338366424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8178794209338366424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/04/arghwould-you-believe-me.html' title='ARGH...Would You Believe Me?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.tinypic.com/6fsdlsp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-5873308339687519395</id><published>2009-03-26T02:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:51:57.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to the movies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/01/07/sunshine-cleaning-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 663px" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/01/07/sunshine-cleaning-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contrib.andrew.cmu.edu/~aslavik/Images/Little_Miss_Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://www.contrib.andrew.cmu.edu/~aslavik/Images/Little_Miss_Sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(or so I've heard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved little miss sunshine so i dont see why not...eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-5873308339687519395?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5873308339687519395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=5873308339687519395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5873308339687519395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5873308339687519395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-movies.html' title='a trip to the movies?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3562616613266476912</id><published>2009-03-24T01:54:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:44:21.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Writing a New Post</title><content type='html'>...chuckle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to finish going on a ridiculous little rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song they constantly play on Current that starts off with "Do it, do it , do it now. Say it, say it, say it now..." is by this group, Hot Chip. I made this realization when I heard it at work and blah blah blah soooooo yea it's an ok song, but I really don't like the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would have have put a video here or a song buuut the best i could do is this little link to &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=36068541"&gt;their MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;...looking on the bright side, this will give you a chance to hear some more pretty good shit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo TWILIGHT...yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I am a fan BUT also well aware of the fact that the quality of th&lt;a href="http://www.thekindlings.com/wp-content/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://www.thekindlings.com/wp-content/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e books and movie is certainly...subpar. The books are a very easy read and are quite entertaining, and sadly, I will pretty much succomb to the influence of anything that accumulates an occult following. Having said that, it is quite clear that I have a love for Harry Potter as well, and it is a love that I am proud to say will never go away. Now, between the Twilight saga and the epic tale of Harry Potter...POTTER PREVAILS, it's legit literature. Not to say that the themes and motifs in Harry Potter are &lt;em&gt;complex&lt;/em&gt;, but they exist, and I cannot say the same for Twilight, but I like it. hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3562616613266476912?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3562616613266476912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3562616613266476912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3562616613266476912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3562616613266476912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-writing-new-post.html' title='I am Writing a New Post'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6116696559791277485</id><published>2009-03-24T01:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:54:08.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...update...?</title><content type='html'>So...to say that I felt somewhat insulted when a friend of mine suggested I be on twitter would be the understatement of the...week.  I guess it makes sense because I update my facebook status quite often and twitter is in essence nothing but status updates, and it seems reasonable to say that after awhile facebook becomes the same thing...WOMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO...spring break...it was nice.  I slept A LOT and hung out with some pretty cool people like my mom and my little cousin...HA!  Well, my friends from home had their spring break a week or so before mine so by the time I tried to get in on the fun of no class, everybody was gone gone awaaaay.  Luckily, I managed to squeeze in some time with a friend.  We got drunk and went to get the Twilight DVD at Borders.  *Le sigh* ... and I'll leave it at that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6116696559791277485?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6116696559791277485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6116696559791277485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6116696559791277485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6116696559791277485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='...update...?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-649618799191063482</id><published>2009-02-13T03:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:13:20.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Going Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/rap/1/0/q/E/-/-/BlackThought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/rap/1/0/q/E/-/-/BlackThought.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of right now, I am sitting on my bed, listening to The Roots and wishing I could make my ass go to sleep...I want to procreate with Black Thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-649618799191063482?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/649618799191063482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=649618799191063482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/649618799191063482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/649618799191063482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-going-gone.html' title='Going Going Gone...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7729210081799880444</id><published>2009-02-09T17:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:23:13.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so conflicted when it comes to the issue of domestic abuse.  When I say conflicted I mean conflicted on every level.  Don't get it twisted, I find it wrong.  Maybe I just don't have high expectations for people, but either way I see it, some of us can be the most irrational motherfuckers on this planet and the rest of us are quick to jump and point irrational fingers ready to persecute and prosecute.  I always see people as just people, we have limits and sometimes we get tested in ways that set us up for failure.  when it comes to issues of being treated in a respectful manner because I am a woman, I don't see why i should not be offered the chance to decline having a man pay for me when i can pay for myself.  and by that i mean, i dont mind having expenses covered, but it's expected and appreciated for a guy to offer to pay for me, and me decline if i choose to do so.  now, personally, i could never see myself getting angry enough to hit another person, man or woman, in the face, or even actually go into such a fit of rage that would allow me to enable my emotions to overcome me in such a way.  What reaction would the world be having had Tina been the one hitting Ike, or if it was Rihanna that punched Chris because he gave her herpes?  It would have been a "I know that's right girl, let him know!"  Moments like this, show me that individuals are just flawed, and if Rihanna was hit by C Breezy more than once, maybe she really loved him because there is nothing he has that she doesn't.  Leading to the topic of women staying with men who hit them:  I don't see that as a bad thing, only unless nothing is being done to help either individual.  I've never been in a relationship like this so everything is easier said than done because fear is one hell of a feeling.  Fear can limit so much. &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer*what i am about to say is coming strictly from me being in a very sound state of mind*&lt;br /&gt;...I have never been in an abusive relationship, but I feel as though if I were, my main priorities would be to make a self-assessment, and to find help, not only for myself, but for my partner, because if i did choose to leave him, who would I be helping? Not him, by enabling such behavior to be another womans burden, and not myself by knowing that somebody like that is still out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...idk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7729210081799880444?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7729210081799880444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7729210081799880444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7729210081799880444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7729210081799880444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-so-conflicted-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1905666245035504283</id><published>2009-02-08T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:00:30.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Place...Because...I'm Just Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A9792/97929/300_97929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A9792/97929/300_97929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I cannot wait!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1905666245035504283?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1905666245035504283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1905666245035504283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1905666245035504283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1905666245035504283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting-placebecauseim-just-waiting.html' title='The Waiting Place...Because...I&apos;m Just Waiting'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1656052499093556703</id><published>2009-02-08T03:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:54:19.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get geeked?</title><content type='html'>so my weekend, this far, has not been as "drunken" (to say the least) as others.   I satyed moderatly sober and was fully capable of excorting myself back to my dorm room in a very stable manner.  i am oh so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, seeing as i am still somewhat intoxicated i feel as though right now would be the best time to rant on about a few things, but i'd rather not.  i'm too tired to do so, and i just would much rather go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo, on that note:&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!!!!e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1656052499093556703?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1656052499093556703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1656052499093556703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1656052499093556703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1656052499093556703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-get-geeked.html' title='lets get geeked?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8736521241671913303</id><published>2009-01-26T02:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:10:20.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EEh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SX1vq_y_DhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f7UVg7NUwVw/s1600-h/ashelee_and_ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295511521328041490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SX1vq_y_DhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f7UVg7NUwVw/s200/ashelee_and_ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v506/lostsoul4283/weed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v506/lostsoul4283/weed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isiu.net/everliq/images/ClearLiquor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="http://www.isiu.net/everliq/images/ClearLiquor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should definitely be typing notes or something "productive" of that nature...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, where to begin with this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was reading my 25 random facts and I see that I have certainly changed in the past few years...or have I? I have a friend who was worried about how he has changed ever since starting college and he was under the impression that he was so focused on assuming that he needed to change that he was changing, but not for the right reasons. Honestly, I have noticed changes in him, but they are changes that I consider to be good. We grow out of our old selves, especially when we are put into a new environment (i.e college) with new friends who we may feel comfortable doing certain things with. This friend that I am speaking of has, since his arrival at college, came out of the closet, gained a ridiculous amount of confidence, and has seriously "bloomed" into an individual. When I told him this after he asked me if I thought he had changed for the better or for the worse, I simply just told him that we kind of adapt to our environments. To provide an example, high school was almost like a cage for me. It's not that I wasn't doing what I wanted to do, but it's so easy to say that you won't do this or you won't do that, but when you surround yourself with people who feel the same way, of course you won't behave in ways that our out of the element of your social circle. When arriving to college, some people find friends in the kinds of individuals that they didn't know in high school or never would have talked to in high school. Once I got to college i realized that it's ok to not be on the same page as the people that you surround yourself with. Whatever it is that we do, in some instances, hopefully we will be lucky enough to realize "hey, this may not be good for me" or "wow i never thought liquor could be so much fun", some people find joy indifferent shit and it takes some of us awhile to find out what we like. I have been through some crazy shit in the past year and a half, but quite frankly, I think it has made me a much better person. Don't think that I have not questioned anything I've done, but thats what I feel makes me better, when I ask myself, why am i doing this or why am i not doing this. But, to sum it all up, we change at times and for the lucky and smart ones, we realize what works for US. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh...i'm going to sleep...ill edit this tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8736521241671913303?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8736521241671913303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8736521241671913303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8736521241671913303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8736521241671913303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/eeh.html' title='EEh'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SX1vq_y_DhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/f7UVg7NUwVw/s72-c/ashelee_and_ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4181899850291782196</id><published>2009-01-23T12:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:58:45.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not 100, Not 75, Not 33, BUT 25 Random Things About Myself You Will Know if You Read This...</title><content type='html'>I was tagged on facebook, but I would rather disclose myself on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am an extremely inhibited person&lt;br /&gt;2. I love coco bread with melted cheese&lt;br /&gt;3. when it's not too warm I sleep without underwear&lt;br /&gt;4. I dig in my nose sometimes&lt;br /&gt;5. I spray after I take a piss&lt;br /&gt;6. ...because I hate the smell of piss&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm very excited about becoming a mommy and naming my son Sebastian or my daughter&lt;br /&gt;Andie...speaking strictly for the future...NOT NOW&lt;br /&gt;8. I am the second person in my family to go to college (thats out of my mom, six aunts,&lt;br /&gt;one uncle, and 16 cousins)&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes I wish I was still a virgin&lt;br /&gt;10. I've had sex in my car twice, and really didn't clean the seat despite what I told my friends&lt;br /&gt;11. I wouldn't mind having a fling with an attractive and unmarried thirty-year-old man&lt;br /&gt;12. I wish I was skinny&lt;br /&gt;13. When people ask me why don't I want to be a model I say I just don't want to, when I&lt;br /&gt;secretly do&lt;br /&gt;14. I think its gross and trashy when girls say they only wear thongs&lt;br /&gt;15. I effing love butter mints&lt;br /&gt;16. Weed has fucked me up, but I love it&lt;br /&gt;17. I love smelling like a color...&lt;br /&gt;18. I use my friends as crutches&lt;br /&gt;19. I watch Real Sex...and i like it!!&lt;br /&gt;20. I hate being so drunk that I can't stand...but with every shot I can't help but to keep going&lt;br /&gt;21. I wish my name was something interesting like Beatrice, or Kendall&lt;br /&gt;22. Sometimes I really let people think my dad is Japanese&lt;br /&gt;23. I miss the 90s&lt;br /&gt;24. I want to be a journalist, but sometimes I hate watching or reading the news...&lt;br /&gt;25. I hate my job, but I LOVE the people I work with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4181899850291782196?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4181899850291782196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4181899850291782196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4181899850291782196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4181899850291782196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-tagged-on-facebook-but-i-would.html' title='Not 100, Not 75, Not 33, BUT 25 Random Things About Myself You Will Know if You Read This...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8510359968241635274</id><published>2009-01-19T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:58:33.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>its mlk day and no class=good time?  not exactly.  oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph  i get to see my mom today!!!  but tomorrow morning i am going to be awake at the butt crack of dawn because i am going to see the most awsome man in the world become president of the united states of america.  woot woot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8510359968241635274?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8510359968241635274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8510359968241635274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8510359968241635274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8510359968241635274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8790086258141284034</id><published>2009-01-18T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:48:27.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Foul</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well.  It certainly does feel nice to have a laptop again.  Its not a macbook like I wanted but it is very nice and shiny...anywhooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught is the worst.  Whether it's snooping through some shit that wasn't yours, being in the middle of a passionate thrust and having the mood all ruined because you forgot to lock the door, or being pulled over by a cop right after you smoke a blunt because your tail light was busted; getting "caught" is not something that makes anybody happy in any situation.  I can't recall the first time I ot caught doing something I should not have been doing, but obviously ever since then, "sneaky" and "stealth" have been staple behaviors in my life when I tried to avoid an ass beating....ugh somebody doenstairs is playing music ridiculously loud...I'm tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8790086258141284034?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8790086258141284034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8790086258141284034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8790086258141284034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8790086258141284034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/party-foul.html' title='Party Foul'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3099378886915854809</id><published>2009-01-10T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:44:54.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Acquaintances...who gives a fuck</title><content type='html'>Can members of the opposite sex be nothing more and nothing less than strictly platonic friends?  I'm talking about heterosexual men and women going out and doing "friends" things", like eating dinner and spilling the beans on each others sexual endeavors and going dutch on meals. To make ourselves feel as though we are capable of self-control we say that it is possible. And it is to some degree depending on the circumstances, but why do friendships have to be conditional in order to eliminate the possibility of having sexual and/or romantic feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3099378886915854809?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3099378886915854809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3099378886915854809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3099378886915854809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3099378886915854809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-acquaintanceswho-gives-fuck.html' title='Friends, Acquaintances...who gives a fuck'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8776917391107326960</id><published>2009-01-04T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:48:52.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Cuhdriste</title><content type='html'>Me thinks the vadge is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No more vodka!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8776917391107326960?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8776917391107326960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8776917391107326960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8776917391107326960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8776917391107326960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/jesus-cuhdriste.html' title='Jesus Cuhdriste'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-1303407139320792901</id><published>2008-12-28T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:05:39.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and sex'/><title type='text'>Octopussy</title><content type='html'>Have I ever sat down and asked myself, " could I be a nympho?  Of course. Even though I feel as though its very easy for one to be aware of how often they satisfy their sexual cravings, I can not help but wonder. I've been "sexually active" as they call it, for one year and my...body count... has made its way to 5, and only two of those individuals have I actually been in relationships with. The way that I easily succomb to the ever so present opportunities for casual sex is elusive to me. I find the correlation between intoxication and the animalistic/instinctive desire/pursuit to "lay" with someone so interesting. Even though one fifth of my conquests, shall I say, was the result of half a handle, I can safely say that fermented yeast has often played a part in many a touchy feely moments for me. I do not know if its something in the back of my mind saying that my fancy has to be tickled in order for a good time, but its always an issue for me afterwards, however I am not trying to put an end to my endeavours. Its almost like. I feel as though I am missing something if I don't have sex regardless whether or not I'm proud of myself later.  Of all the times that I have had sex only a few of those times have I done it becayse I really wanted to be with that person. The other times I was offered sex and figured well maybe it will be good. &lt;br /&gt;At times I want to say that there are a lot of females who think with their vaginas but I also feel like the emotional level of a woman in no way equates to that of a mans. I have casual sex but feel as though there is some level of class and tact that needs to be had when being involved in such a relationship because it is one that is based on sex, especially if its a friends with benefits-esque type thing. Catcching feelings is such a broad term but its so applicable. Being the territorial person that I am I just can't do it any more, and I have come to realize that I'm not really the casual sex type. Even though I want it, I can't continuously do it and constantly regret it afterwards, no matter how good it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-1303407139320792901?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1303407139320792901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=1303407139320792901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1303407139320792901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/1303407139320792901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/12/octopussy.html' title='Octopussy'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4936588800866433085</id><published>2008-12-16T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:04:17.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Carry a Bag When You Can Have a Baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/DreaWd/CalebsBlog/mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 435px" alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/DreaWd/CalebsBlog/mag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...accessories. The perfect addition (or lack there of shall I say) that makes an outfit an outfit...cliche yea but so the fuck what. Lately I have been craving a child. If I had one I would be walking around with that little person on my hip as if it were an oversized bag I got on sale from Gap. Not to say I am going to run out and fertilize an egg the next time I feel like having somebody thrusting inside of me, but I have really been anticipating motherhood. Walking around while pushing an overpriced stroller, or better yet having one of those baby carrier sacks, and buying nothing but tiny clothes from Baby Gap and The Children's Place. It just seems like fun...well I've had my naive and ignorant moment of the day...moving onward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4936588800866433085?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4936588800866433085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4936588800866433085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4936588800866433085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4936588800866433085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-carry-bag-when-you-can-have-baby.html' title='Why Carry a Bag When You Can Have a Baby?'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/DreaWd/CalebsBlog/th_mag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8064574751156014077</id><published>2008-12-16T00:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:07:18.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARK ASS BITCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/archive/fatal%20attraction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/archive/fatal%20attraction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...instead of doing my final article I am going to bitch on here...because nobody will be all in my shit...secrets are wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason I am at a complete loss of words to explain why I send a text to my ex boyfriend and his "fiance" sends one back telling me "this is his fiance, he's asleep and it's late. goodnight." Upon reading that, an obvious WHAT THE FUCK came out of my mouth even though no one was around to hear it. I am completely...dumbfounded...confused...angered...and mother fucking flabergasted that this lady has taken it upon herself to tell me somebody is sleeping from a phone that is not hers. So...my only conclusion is that people need to grow up. Whether the "fault" was on her end for being all up in the motherfucking phone or his because he may have been awake and did not have GONADS to say "I do not want to talk"...I have no idea...but this is the second time I have yet again put myself in a situation where people refuse to honestly speak for themselves and act like the adults that they want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened within the past few weeks invovling this individual that I really do not want to try to put it all into perspective, but at this point I really am going to put myself on that "Yes I'm Bourgie Pedastal" and go about my life. I'm still finding it hard, but oh the fuck well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actions of common folk who do not know how to articulate their feelings in a mature manner are the ones who send my faith in the human race to hell in a hand basket that's been doused with kerosene. After having my iPod stolen, I am not sure which individuals I hate more, those who lie or those who steal. Granted we have all told our fair share of less than truthful explanations of shit, but when it comes to the emotional involvement of another individual, I feel like it would be in the best interest of the party not comfortable with the relationship to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stepping up on my Bourgie Soapbox* I think I am one hell of a person. I know it sounds vain, but it's true. Thinking about all of the shit I have been through in the past year involving relationships makes me think that I am a wonderful person to break up with. As kookie as it gotdamn sounds it's the truth. After the foundering of my past relationships I could have been one crazy bitch and been on some Fatal Attraction bullshit and really hurt some motherfuckers....ugh forgive me for digressing but...i just had to put that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugggghhh...i just can not stand it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8064574751156014077?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8064574751156014077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8064574751156014077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8064574751156014077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8064574751156014077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/12/mark-ass-bitch.html' title='MARK ASS BITCH!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-5066573581454570432</id><published>2008-12-10T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:26:30.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear heavens</title><content type='html'>im watching family guy...its funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ready to go back hoooome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wishful thinking, i'm past that bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, ashelee marie gerald, am a hopeless romantic...but bc of that i get to watch the notebook with some of my closest friends and cry afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;womp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go write an essay on caricomm and why i want to live in the carribean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-5066573581454570432?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5066573581454570432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=5066573581454570432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5066573581454570432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5066573581454570432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-heavens.html' title='dear heavens'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8049595157999089518</id><published>2008-11-05T12:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:07:14.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Was Let Go but Boy Did it Take Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SRHgwKuqc0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gK2rNQmvifA/s1600-h/superman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265236557491237698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SRHgwKuqc0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gK2rNQmvifA/s200/superman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know how to put my feelings into words and not even my profuse tears of joy could do me justice. Although I'm somewhat disheartened by some of the information I am receiving about &lt;em&gt;people from my (now BLUE) homestate, North Carolina, acting like it's 1960 you need to GET OVER IT&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The man who will be leading our country is the right man&lt;/strong&gt; for the job, regardless of his race and/or ethnicity. Because of him, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;America is now the America that was promised and the America that she SHOULD be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is an amazing time and we all should be rejoicing at what has been accomplished and anticipate what great change will be brought where it is needed. Barack Hussein Obama is my president and I love it!!! I'm just so...elated right now and you should be too. This was nearly three hundred years in the making and to have it finally happen makes me so proud. Never have I once not wanted to be Black, but right now... in the words of one of my favorite men: &lt;strong&gt;HAHA YOU CAIN'T TELL ME NOTHIN!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To McCain supporters:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; president has already been elected and now is not the time to be salty about it. He is who he is and we need to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;embrace and cherish the good that is about to be done for this country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's been needed for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To MY BLACK PEOPLE&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER should I ever again hear any one of you say you can't do something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and blame it on "the man", becaue &lt;strong&gt;the man is one of you&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, we have had others before him, but, he has just done, with the help of us and many others, what a lot of our older relatives and ancestors thought was so impossible it was never even an idea. For those of you in school or not in school, keep in mind what people died for in order to have us accomplish what they would never see in their lifetime, and because of that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we have now elected a Black man as president of our country&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The same country that put lashes on our backs, chains on our limbs, and sorrow in our souls, but damnit, look at us now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8049595157999089518?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8049595157999089518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8049595157999089518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8049595157999089518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8049595157999089518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-was-let-go-but-boy-did-it-take.html' title='The Dream Was Let Go but Boy Did it Take Flight'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SRHgwKuqc0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gK2rNQmvifA/s72-c/superman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8243734637231486175</id><published>2008-11-03T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:40:18.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barak'in Thangs Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SQ-Z3T8Gh_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AICraeu8qvA/s1600-h/barackmichelle_fistbump_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595664943613938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SQ-Z3T8Gh_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AICraeu8qvA/s200/barackmichelle_fistbump_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow will be the biggest day of my 219 year old life in this country, and I am ready, I know the rest of the country is ready, it's just a matter of whether or not they want to be ready. Any one of them can allow themselves to open their minds and let the future continue on it's path of everlasting change. I'm glad it's not Jesse Jackson, we knew when the right time was and who the right one would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8243734637231486175?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8243734637231486175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8243734637231486175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8243734637231486175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8243734637231486175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/11/barakin-thangs-up.html' title='Barak&apos;in Thangs Up'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/SQ-Z3T8Gh_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AICraeu8qvA/s72-c/barackmichelle_fistbump_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3187075436035894312</id><published>2008-11-03T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:38:47.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ick</title><content type='html'>i am in class and i want to go to my room to sleep the rest of my day away...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3187075436035894312?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3187075436035894312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3187075436035894312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3187075436035894312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3187075436035894312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/11/ick.html' title='ick'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4041810739345101241</id><published>2008-10-15T00:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:12:23.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Sigh</title><content type='html'>Hm, I don't even know why the fuck I'm still writing these, but I figure I might as well, it feels good.  I've been sighing a lot lately.  For some odd reason I feel as though I'm losing a lot of "passion" in regards to me wanting to do well in school.  I mean I want to do well, but there is nothing that's making me want to perform to those standards.  I finally did what I really did not want to do for the longest and it really wasn't all that great.  I acted like such a bitch during the whole process, but I really think it was because i was upset with myself; I'm too much of a hopeless romantic to ever do it again; but *sigh*...I'll see what else happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4041810739345101241?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4041810739345101241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4041810739345101241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4041810739345101241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4041810739345101241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/le-sigh.html' title='Le Sigh'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2362385679924482650</id><published>2008-10-07T01:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:45:08.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratios and Inequalities are Big Ugly Bitches!!!</title><content type='html'>...people are interesting...you give so much and it hurts a lot more than what you expect it to...i have a feeling i'm going to be this way for awhile and i kind of can't wait until this feeling goes away; i don't know what it will take, but, gosh I HATE IT!!!! and while everyone else is all sound asleep the worries that have buredened me for so long come back to haunt, but, everything will be just fine for the next one and hopefully even better for me.   maybe i should just refrain from the one thing that i was so eager to have...it only fucks shit up because i know if i never would have taken that giant fall with the first one i wouldn't have gotten back up only to get to a higher point to fall even further with another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2362385679924482650?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2362385679924482650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2362385679924482650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2362385679924482650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2362385679924482650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/smh.html' title='Ratios and Inequalities are Big Ugly Bitches!!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3297580076127475332</id><published>2008-10-05T00:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:09:29.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Marvin and Tammi</title><content type='html'>...the world is just a great big onion!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song...what a song...my sister is HIGH-LARIOUS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's hard to keep this look going&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3297580076127475332?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3297580076127475332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3297580076127475332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3297580076127475332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3297580076127475332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/wtf-marvin-and-tammi.html' title='WTF Marvin and Tammi'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-347692496821083131</id><published>2008-10-01T02:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:57:01.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want to Work Anymore!!!</title><content type='html'>...ahhh, after reading and commenting on an acquaintances facebook note I have come to a pathetic realization: I am a pitiful human being that fits into the mold of a steroetypical human beings.  I am full of emotion and I am ridiculously irrational.  that actually being beside the point...the note was about orgasms and i said something like not having one every time but still enjoying it because of who i was with...i really meant that.  we were on some real puzzle like shit...even though it was not completely done things still just seemed right and we just went together; like my body was cut and shaped for his and it felt wonderful when we were stuck together...not even to have sex, just to lay around and do nothing.  i loved it...sometimes i wonder what it would be like if i would not have sent that lame little text message when i was drunk, but, i knew what was going on all along and would have just continued to make myself look like a fool...so now i cannot help but to go on and get a new puzzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-347692496821083131?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/347692496821083131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=347692496821083131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/347692496821083131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/347692496821083131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-to-work-anymore.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want to Work Anymore!!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8101040534848849169</id><published>2008-09-22T03:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:26:05.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, Seems to Be My Sound of Choice...</title><content type='html'>for once i want to be the one who has somebody doing crazy and wreckless shit for me because they feel like i'm worth a fight...&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the one who gets those random ass text messages that clearly imply "i'm crazy about you"&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the one who doesn't have that moment when she realizes her feelings are not and will not be reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i was asking for too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8101040534848849169?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8101040534848849169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8101040534848849169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8101040534848849169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8101040534848849169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-once-i-want-to-be-one-who-has.html' title='Eh, Seems to Be My Sound of Choice...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-5095867676516513603</id><published>2008-09-06T03:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:12:41.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get On the Same Page...</title><content type='html'>What do I do when I want it so bad, but am too afraid to let someone else share it with me?  Imaging it happening with all of the prospects whom I know would willingly submit to my demands is pretty much unentertaining and unsatisfying but She just does not understand; She and my mind are two different accords and it is very frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-5095867676516513603?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5095867676516513603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=5095867676516513603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5095867676516513603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/5095867676516513603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-get-on-same-page.html' title='Let&apos;s Get On the Same Page...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7470369399307765254</id><published>2008-09-06T03:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:08:05.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When All is Said and Done...</title><content type='html'>it was fun at first, however my feelings have not changed but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's all there is to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7470369399307765254?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7470369399307765254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7470369399307765254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7470369399307765254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7470369399307765254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-all-is-said-and-done.html' title='When All is Said and Done...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2675107504071103211</id><published>2008-09-06T02:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:00:25.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...</title><content type='html'>Ah, at last the start of the 08-09 school year.  I can honestly say that I do not know how I feel about my life and the direction it is going in at this time.   I am not completely overwhelemed with class or homework, but I know for a fact that it will be a lot easier for me to get behind this year if I'm not on my shit; but that is not going to happen.  Looking at the new freshmen made me realize how much I changed in one year.   College is such a catalyst, and by that I mean, on my way to reaching actual adulthood, college has been a wonderful aid in helping me arrive at where I am now.  However, it is very strange to see that, if anything, college has made some of my peers realize the hard way that shit is really getting real (for lack of better terms).  College is something you can't make others understand unless they have experienced it themselves.  Losing track of time, money, self awareness, and all of that other good stuff in between is a big thing I struggled with, but then it dawned on me that I had friends, my grades were good, and I would definitely be back for another year that made me reflect back and feel as though my freshman year at Howard University was/is one of the best academic years I have ever had in my life thus far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2675107504071103211?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2675107504071103211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2675107504071103211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2675107504071103211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2675107504071103211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='ugh...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2862887298484775043</id><published>2008-07-24T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:58:48.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said Hello and Goodbye to Brooklyn...but the BBQ Sure Was GOOOOOD</title><content type='html'>SO...synopsis of my trip to Brooklyn:&lt;br /&gt;I took a Boltbus from DC to NY on July 19....got there around one-thirty and it took GERALDINE, one of my favorite persons in the world, no time to find me rounding corners in search of her...so...we went to Brooklyn met up with a random individual who happened to be wearing A Tribe Called ? shirt who helped us find our venue for the day...FASTFORWARDING...after walking for about fortyfive minutes and talking about what to name the two turtles that Geraldine and her friend Brittany purchased from a lady in Chinatown, we arrived at Myrtle and Willoughby (sp) (the turtle names are symbolically related to the address of our destination)...the Afro-Punk festival "block party?"...and with just enough time to seee....The Carps getting ready to play...&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was wonderful, we also got to see J Davey and whatnot, but the highlight for me was definitely the aforementioned two-some from Canada.  We were very close to the front, but seeing as i was not inebriated in any way, I would not dance or become unaware of myself...&lt;br /&gt;But I LOVED it all and I even got some pretty decent pictures along with kick ass BBQ courtesy of SHAUNA DAVENPORT (another one of my favorite individuals) and Dallas BBQ (aka BeeBeeCues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i love brooklyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2862887298484775043?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2862887298484775043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2862887298484775043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2862887298484775043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2862887298484775043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-said-hello-and-goodbye-to-brooklynbut.html' title='I Said Hello and Goodbye to Brooklyn...but the BBQ Sure Was GOOOOOD'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-8635578793215592069</id><published>2008-07-24T23:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:42:48.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Cheese Really Fucking Stinks....I Mean, it really does STINK!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a terribly long time since I last wrote a blog about anything irrelavent in anybody else's life other than my own.  Hm...I guess I'll just start off with some simple stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going pretty gawdern swell, however, if you paid any attention to the title of this entry, you will have gotten the implication that because of work I have developed a new hatred for swiss cheese and it can kiss my ass because it smells like ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is...eh...don't want to delve in too deep about that one...but...I'm trying to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things I should be doing right now, like packing and definitely sleeping.  I am leaving for Harrisburg, PA tomorrow to catch a plane to Miami; the reason being that that is the location from which mine and my family's cruise ship will be leaving.  Yes, yes, the cruise that I have kind of not really given any thought to until now.  It's not that I am not excited or anything....it just seems kind of unreal I guess because I never imagined myself being on a boat for more than one hour.  I am however, very excited and ready to have an endless amount of already paid for food at my disposal.  ANYWHO...so yea, I'm not leaving until around ten or eleven tomorrow night because I have to work...damnit, but hey it will be extra money and I am already going to miss a weeks worth of cheese and quasi-fine dining.  I also have Jumpstart For a Day tomorrow at UDC and I have to be there at like...eight-thirty in the morning...WOMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on tooooooo.....the real reason for this post...&lt;br /&gt;....eh, I'll write it in another post because if I wrote it in this one it [this post] would be ridiculously looooong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-8635578793215592069?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8635578793215592069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=8635578793215592069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8635578793215592069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/8635578793215592069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/07/swiss-cheese-really-fucking-stinksi.html' title='Swiss Cheese Really Fucking Stinks....I Mean, it really does STINK!!'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-454188813975704734</id><published>2008-06-28T23:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:21:53.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Love You Long Time...</title><content type='html'>eh...time is going by so fast.  I simply can not believe that I am already halfway through my summer and i only started working a week ago.  My laptop charger has been acting funny over the past few weeks and it is beginning to aggrivate me because they are so expensive to replace.  But anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar...i really hope that everything for my daytrip to NY works out, i really need for it to, if i could just catch this one break it wuold make me feel great about my late blooming summer.  on the otherhand, i may be going home this week so thats even better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-454188813975704734?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/454188813975704734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=454188813975704734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/454188813975704734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/454188813975704734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-love-you-long-time.html' title='Me Love You Long Time...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-3276155425665962798</id><published>2008-06-26T01:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:00:11.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Brooklyn: Skinnies and Slim Fit Jeans</title><content type='html'>...soooooo AfroPunk festival in Brooklyn NY.  It last like 9 days, but I will only be going up for one.  The intent of this trip is to see one of my long time musical loves The Carps; I am so very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBO has been showing Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.  while watching, i came to the sad realization, that my childhood really did end when i finished the last book.  le sigh...dwelling is a very hard thing to avoid, especially when the situation calls for dwelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-3276155425665962798?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3276155425665962798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=3276155425665962798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3276155425665962798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/3276155425665962798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-brooklyn-skinnies-and-slim-fit.html' title='Hello Brooklyn: Skinnies and Slim Fit Jeans'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-2236478727368608657</id><published>2008-06-18T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:41:14.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese Master</title><content type='html'>I am now the best damn fondue maker this side of the gotdamn Mississippi!  That being said, I am assuming that it has been made clear to you all (whoever reads) that my first day of training at The Melting Pot in Washington DC went very well.  It was very interesting because I am pretty sure that I am the only person there not old enough to legally order an alcoholic beverage.  There is a young man by the name of Julius who also happens to be going through training with me and like myself is a student at Howard University.  (I have come to a realization, that instead of writing blogs I should be writing essays for scholarships, but anywho...I guess the Sallie Mae Foundation and I will become well acquainted over the next few years :...bad joke)...forgive me for digressing.  Moving on, there is this other guy at the Melting Pot that has been there for awhile I am assuming, and every time I go there he always just fucking stares at me and it drives me CRAZY!  I smile and nod at him everytime he make believe eye lasers me to death but he still just stands and stares not saying anything.  Ugh, it makes me so mad...but I kind of fell like I have seen him before, or maybe its his massive sized gap that that reminds me of a canyon that I'm familiar with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VH1 Classic is amazing.  I have now been reunited with PopUp Video and it feels good.  I have missed it so.  Just a little walk down memory Lane: During my summers as a child I would spend most of the day at my grandmas and would just watch Vh1 and MtV all day long, which for the most part contributes to my very eclectic taste in music.  My favorite shows were [obviously] PopUp Video, and just the very long segments of nothing but music videos.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music...my iPod makes me terribly happy.  I recently added some King Harvest, more Queen, Otis Redding, and my one of my fave AfroPunk groups TV on the Radio.  I recently downloaded the new Coldplay album Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends, I have yet to obtain a nice moment to listen to all of it but my favorite songs thus far are Violet Hills and Viva La Vida.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid I went to school with reminds me of Michael Stipe, this said kid coincidentally knows every word to "It's the End of the World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***PopUp Video Fact***&lt;br /&gt;Video/Song: Party Like It's 1999&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Prince and the Revolution&lt;br /&gt;Fact: None of the members played instruments for the song; the artist formerly known was a Jack of all Trades and played everything himself...&lt;br /&gt;-I love Prince...he is a wonderful musician&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-2236478727368608657?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2236478727368608657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=2236478727368608657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2236478727368608657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/2236478727368608657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheese-master.html' title='Cheese Master'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-4255742329475655614</id><published>2008-06-09T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:05:49.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hot and Sticky Mess</title><content type='html'>It certainly has been wretchedly hot.  I remember during the frigid days of winter I was always wishing, hoping, and waiting for summer to hurry her lazy ass up, and finally when she comes I can not get myself to stop sweating even if i jammed my tall lanky body in a freezer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of Summer...&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the more I realize that most everything I associate with Summer are activities that I will no longer be partaking in.  In DC, lightening bugs are replaced with crackheads, and running around barefoot is like asking for an infection.  No deck to sit on; no walking to Granmas house just because I feel like it; no country stores in the middle of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;trying to make the most of the next few months is going to be hard, I will not be going home as much as I thought, and I really feel as though everything has ended too abruptly.  Nothing good has happened to make me feel as though I made the right decision to stay, the one plus has since turned into a minus, and my favorite aspects of summer are no more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-4255742329475655614?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4255742329475655614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=4255742329475655614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4255742329475655614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/4255742329475655614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-hot-and-sticky-mess.html' title='One Hot and Sticky Mess'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-988164462958774306</id><published>2008-06-09T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:47:49.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hung...</title><content type='html'>Kraft Macaroni and Cheese coming out with cheesey snack crackers...constipation much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, oh well...moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I am having terrible realtionship woes...I am assuming it is coming mostly from not being able to see him that much...but for some odd reason I feel as though I am putting in more than I am receiving, and I simply do not know how to handle this situation...&lt;br /&gt;I do feel like I am being...neglected(?)---for lack of better words I suppose. It's hard to put into exact words how I really feel. I know for a fact that things have changed and are continuing to change. This summer was supposed to enable us to see each other a little more freely, buuuuut, oh well for that. The issue of calling it quits has been brought up as a finale to several fights; but I simply do not want to do that, I just don't know if he feels the same way.  Maybe i'm just being selfish; wanting, needing. and craving the attention that I once received.  Phone calls are rare and it hurts to try to make conversation because I feel like I'm talking to myself.  I don't know if it's me or not, I ask questions out of general interest, but only receive mere insight to world it seems I am being shut out of.  Not saying that I ask for every single detail, because I try not to seem clingy, but...maybe it is just me.       &lt;br /&gt;...i'll just ride on through to the other side...and maybe, hopefully, when i get there I will not be alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-988164462958774306?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/988164462958774306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=988164462958774306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/988164462958774306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/988164462958774306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-hung.html' title='Well Hung...'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-7727825336735509826</id><published>2008-05-28T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:54:17.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confoundedulliungus</title><content type='html'>Dr. Seuss, what a man.  He had an answer for everything simply by making up words and creatures, without ever having to make up a situation.  We have all been in lurches, seen red fish, and heard of those who have dyed and eaten green eggs and ham.  But what happens when I can not find an answer in a well-alliterated story about appropriately approaching the woes and happenings of life.  Who is my go-to guy now?  As silly as this sounds, you know it's true.  There are books about almsot becoming an adult, but never about being one.  Why, oh why?&lt;br /&gt;As I get older and find myself in more and more "adult situations".  I find that Mr. Seuss has nothing to inform me about how to have sucessful relationships, or how to make myself a better person well suited for the adult lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;I just dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-7727825336735509826?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7727825336735509826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=7727825336735509826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7727825336735509826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/7727825336735509826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/05/confoundedulliungus.html' title='Confoundedulliungus'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012490583974784300.post-6171449398722153476</id><published>2008-05-26T01:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:23:38.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wasnt invited</title><content type='html'>HM, i feel like writing another "improv post", so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gas is a bitch; four dollars a gallon.  it took me seventy dollars to fill my tank up last week and i am very aggrivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;griot is a very delectible haitian dish that consists of seasoned/marinated pork and it is oh so yummy.  i also have a newfound love for plantains (SP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookies disappear very quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now hate all cookouts that i dont get invited to...(for lack of better words, that's the gerneral idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barnes and noble can go kick rocks...kind of (i still need a job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i work at URBAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go "thrifting" at flea markets.  (the story behind this statement is):&lt;br /&gt;i went thrifting the other day and i actually made some very very very very impulse buys.  i hate myself because i spent onehundred and ten dollars on two dresses and i DO NOT HAVE A JOB.  As my bf said, that was a very bonehead move.  but i couldnt help it.  i will admit that they were a bit overpriced (at least the one was, but...anywho), but i only paid like fifteen for one and the other was sadly seventyfive.  the more expensive of the two looks almost like an apron with red paisley bandana trimming and it is just so cute, i didnt want anybody else to have it; the cheaper of the two is a seventies-esque inspired strapless dress from urban that someone probably wore once.  hmm i may put some pics up after i find accessories to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is needed...so i am uhhh "chucking the deuces"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9012490583974784300-6171449398722153476?l=itsallsopunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6171449398722153476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9012490583974784300&amp;postID=6171449398722153476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6171449398722153476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9012490583974784300/posts/default/6171449398722153476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallsopunny.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wasnt-invited.html' title='i wasnt invited'/><author><name>Ashelee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10620478866841825548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juumWgRhy3M/TQHSn4pT46I/AAAAAAAAAVw/S6Xftrem1CE/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-07%2Bat%2B01.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
