Damsel

We play the fool... The romantic... The pushovers
The ones too willing to fall, yet a bit too reluctant to let go.

Do you have balls?
Or a more budding question, Do you have a heart? Because WE have a heart... SHE has a heart!
She is strong and independent, yet you managed to expose her weaknesses.
Too blind? Too ignorant? Have you anymore feelings for her?

Concealing the problem. Blocking on facebook, avoiding calls, ignoring messages.. what good will this do?
You're adding fuel to the fire, my fiend.

Although i do not know you, I've never seen you, I've never spoken to you... I already don't like you.
Because you think you are high and mighty. You are not high, which is possibly debatable, and you are not mighty.
My Gosh, what great big balls you have for running away! Admirable, sir... admirable indeed.

What did you expect her to do? Call you? Message you? Be there when you needed her when it suited you?
Do you want her to make you a fucking sandwhich?
Some things are just NOT gonna happen mate.

It's a two way street. You give, and you receive.
If she's giving giving giving, and you're absorbing, then what will be left of her?
You have broken down her barriers, stripped her of her tough exterior, and exposed her for what she will NEVER become.

A damsel in distress.
But she's different...







She can save herself.

Pursuit of Happiness

Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feelin’ lit feelin’ light, 2 am summer night.
I don't care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk, I'm doin’ my thang
Rollin the Mid side and out livin’ my life getting’ out dreams
People told me slow my roll I'm screaming out fuck that
Imma do just what I want lookin’ ahead no turnin’ back
if I fall if I die know I lived it to the fullest
if I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bullets




I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold
I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good.



Tell me what you know about dreamin’ dreamin’
you don't really know about nothin’ nothin’
tell me what you know about them night terrors every night
5 am, cold sweats wakin’ up to the skies
tell me what you know about dreams, dreams
tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’
you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow
rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow


I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold
I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good


I'm on the pursuit of happiness. I know everything that shines ain't always gold
I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good.

I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it, yeah, I'll be good

I'm on the pursuit of happiness
And I know everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it, yeah
I'll be good

Pursuit of happiness, yeah
I don’t get it, I’ll be good

Kid Cudi, you are not just a beautiful face.
And although you are talking about drugs, i think some good life lessons can be learned. Don't give a shit

Falling Short

Australia's FIRST ever female Prime Minister. Momentous and historical. But, sorry to say, my expectations were not met. When I imagined the idea of a female in such a position, i pictured myself feeling empowered...motivated... inspired.
So, cue Julia Gilard... and my emotions= blank. What?
Kevin Rudd gone- check
New policies in place- check
First ever female PM- check
Empowerment,- ? ? ?
Motivation- ? ? ?
Inspiration- ? ? ?

anything!?

So, i guess i'm pretty thrilled the K. Rudd is out of business, but will Julz do a better job? Who knows
Well, good luck to her.. she will be under much scrutiny, but if one thing is to make it out alive, it will be her ever changing hairstyles.

Kevin 07, you ruined everything. John How-ya-going would STILL be completing his final term before retirement, but NO. Society decided to go anti-howard and vote for the wiener who promised much, yet has delivered little.
John Howard, i love you.
Kevin Rudd, i feel nothing.
Julia Gilard, you are a ranga.
Well Julz, you have around about a year to complete what's left of Rudd's mess and to prove to society what females are made of. I'm not going to lie.. i have little faith that you can overturn 4 major policies in such small time... but hey, good luck to you.

i hate politics

Neon hitch

Newly found obsession along with 3OH3!, Katy Perry and Amy Meredith.

i like this...

The incoherence of the male mind

This is a collaborative work between myself and one R. Cuschieri.
We have stood back as completely objective third parties, looked at our similar situations and said "what the fuck?"
Not all boys, but OUR boys, are complete... I'm trying to think of a word which serves them justice... DICKS! Yep, that's the word i was looking for. Complete and utter cocks. They are both;
Misleading
Un-trustworthy
Sans balls
Piss weak
Afraid to commit
Selfish
Undecided

We have given them chances on numerous occasions. We have given them the chance to prove themselves. naively thinking... no, hoping that they will change. A man will and always be who they are.
But is this old philosophy of 'boys will be boys' really applicable.
Well, yeah. We know boys will be boys.
But, can we not object? What about us?
If boys are boys, then girls are girls
and cat's are cat's, tree's are tree's, fish are fish... they are what they are.
Fish cannot be trees. And similarly, cat's cannot be fish.
So, boys will not change who they are. But why should we need to be the ones making all the changes. Girls are girls too.
But girls take on multiple roles.
Girls are not just girls.
girls can be whatever they need to be.
WE make the changes. WE make them all for the boys. How is this fair i hear you ask?
Fucked if i know.

The male mind confuses me. Confuses us. You confuse me.
Yet we linger, waiting, hanging for your reply. Anything...

But, we only want to know one thing...
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?
We are trying here, we gave you the chances. You used and abused them. You have proven us right and yourselves wrong.
That your mind is incoherent, and that you have an inability to change. I'm pretty sure we already knew this deep down.

So, we just want a yes or no answer
Its simple
You won't feel a thing

YES
or
NO.

because we are tired of waiting for you. And, to be honest, i don't really think we should have to wait for you to make up your mind.
We are independent young females.
and we say
NO.

go fuck yourself. Because we are through with you.
This is our theory.
The incoherence of the male mind


Yours philosophically,
the inexperienced blogger
ash

x

beyond the valley of exhausted

Work, assessments, break.
Work, assessments, break.
Work, assessments, break.
Work, assessments, break, go out.

Seeing a trend here?

Just to refresh your memory in case you've forgotten already;
Work, assessments, break.

I'll be honest.
You're all probably sick of hearing me whinge about my life as a year 12 student.
In comparison to Uni/ the workforce, yeah sure, it might not be that hard.
But right now, i AM a year 12 student
Right now, this is tough enough for me. Because this is where i am now. My point in life.
Give me 8 months time, and then i can call myself an idiot for stressing over such unimportant bull shit. But NOW, i am in year 12, and i AM stressing over seemingly important stuff.
Here is where i am. Here is where I'm at.
This is Now.

Stress about Assessments
Stress about parents
Stress about boys
Stress about who's bitching to who, about who
blah, blah, blah, blah.
Year 12 Ashleigh- important
Future Ashleigh- a nonexistent memory.


This is Year 12, present day Ashleigh speaking;


Go do your homework!


The EXPERIENCED blogger (to be)
ash
x

hopeless resolution

Dear Boys of the world,
i will no longer chase you
i will no longer like you, nor expect the same in return
I will simply expect nothing from you.
This is harsh, i understand. But it is necessary for me. For me to move on...

Whatever happens, happens.

Love Ashleigh

PS. this is not the case for everyone... just me.

Word association

Here's a word. When you see it, what is the FIRST word that comes to mind.,,
1. CHANEL
(stunning)

2. LOUIS VUITTON
(amazing)

3. YVES SAINT LAURENT
(wow)

4. BURBERRY
(gumboots!)

Okay, so apart from my last answer, these "brands" are powerful.
They have the ability to make any girl weak at the knees. The envy of all!
Yet the most distinct commonality is the power they hold. When a person (most likely female) hears the name, we think of ... wealth, fashion and... fame.
So is this what we pay for? When we window shop for a much wanted LV bag priced $1095.00, do we pay for the product? Or the connotations attached?

Amazing how much hold a brand can have over a person.

See you in a few weeks Louis.

killing you all with her 'i don't give a hoot' attitude

If you know her, she is Marie Panuccio.
If you don't know her, she is STILL Marie Panuccio.
You don't like her? Shutup. She will egg your house, flush your head down a toilet, then blog about it.

She is inspiring. Her ambition.
Her attitude.
Her amazing ability to talk out of her ass.


She is beautiful.

< insert witty blog title here >

I'm not too sure what i want to blog about, but i just need to blog. My symptoms consist of; drowsiness, stress, procrastination. There can only be one cause... the "repeat offender"--- School.

Who am i kidding... i bring this upon myself (ie: NOW. blog spot... distraction... seeing the connection Ashleigh?). It's annoying because we all work and work and work during school, we get home and work some more, maybe go to our part time jobs and work a bit more, but during those times we aren't working, we want to relax. But, oh wait, we cannot. Because of the most painful three letter acronym known as the HSC, and equally as grueling, Parents. So, I'm gonna call this blogging opportunity my R&R... my "down" time. Ironic that my Rest and Relaxation is spent blogging ABOUT school. Lordy lord... what am i going to do
To make matters worse, i have been working on a particular assessment (of the 5 billion) and decided to take the initiative to show my teacher. Well, wise move ash because it turns out my second response was deplorable... okay, maybe that was a hyperbole, but still... it's unusable. So, leaving me 600 words in debt, i am currently, or WAS, working on my S.O.R response. I would personally like to congratulate Christianity and Islam for not making their principal teachings explicit enough.
Okay, so there is assessment one. Next in line is... English.
Pray for me.

Then... business studies.
Lol. Waste of my life

Cafs exam.
Should do fine...

Maths exam the next day.
Will study the day before... should be alright


I can't take my mind off shopping...

twiddling my thumbs

period two

business studies

Really don't want to be here...

Moody teacher... and i just proved him wrong.

Sitting next to Dom, also not doing what she is supposed to... along with the majority of the class

I think he thinks that we actually do what we're told.

I'm actually surprised that this isn't blocked by the school to be honest.... can't say i'm complaining though.

It has provided me with at least 3 minutes of temporary amusement.,. Although i have to keep changing windows to disguise blogspot... i'm so sly

Nothing suss...

Well, back to boredom... plus i'm a little tired

Forgive me for the short sentences, i am slightly paranoid....

Yours sneakily

the inexperienced blogger

ash

x

hoping for the best

Delusion? Wishing for a miracle. Hopeful? Imagination... false hope? "Perfection"
We can only try our best. And the best is what we aim for... sometimes we are hopeful, and succeed.
Other times we are hopeful, and do not.

Optimism? Or delusion?

I like making new friends
They have new and exciting stories to share.

Here's to a long friendship

long time, no see

Well, it has been a WHILE and a half since i have blogged because it seems that school, and all things entailed, is an all- consuming force specifically designed to waste one's life.

blah

So, only because everyone is interested in my day to day happenings, i will get y'all up to speed on my life outside of blogging.

(a) Reconciled
Before anyone gets TOO excited, i have not reconciled with the biatches. Only one particular male figure.

(b) F-day D-day
T'was one HELL of a day! Fortunately, i played the role of an 'extra', or in other words just one of the dancers. Unfortunately, some unwanted ex-friends were in the same dance... and apparently i was dressed unintentionally as a cop.

(c) Former virgin
Relaxxxxxxxx. i mean, former UNDERBELLY virgin. Why, yes indeed... i watched my very first underbelly episode, and i felt it poignant enough to blog about, despite how insignificant and inconsequential it really is.

(d) Main man in my life
Tony Bianco
Hallelujah! i have finally bought my much anticipated ankle boots aka "nemesis",
Decided to go with the stone colour, rather than the black... bold move Ashleigh.

(e) Pep in a beanie
Admittedly, this one 14 year olds birthday party was awesome. Maybe it was the fact that most of the 17 year olds took over the dance floor and OWNED them with our totally awesome moves.... holla!

(f) Assessments
BOO boo boo boo boo.
School- 5
Ashleigh- 0
School wins... again

(g) Zee Germans
Congratulations. You officially OWNED Australia's green and gold behind. Tim Cahill... i don't like you.

(h) Holiday
Quite excited, much to do, things to study. On my "to buy list" is a cream blazer... please look out for one... preferably a reasonable price. I have been inspired by Shop til you Drop's FLUER WOOD.

(i) WB FB
Welcome back Facebook.
you will be the death of me!


Yours busily
the inexperienced blogger
ash
x

temper trap

A moment, a love
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment
A love

state of mind

So, iv'e had one of those "blase" kind of days, where the only excitement i get is an outing to the local library. The worst part about working where i work, is that:
a) i see half my school there OR
b) i see half my school's parents there.

And, being the oh so kind person i am, i stop to chat/ make small talk/ prolong going home to do schoolwork. I saw several parents on this particular day and what did each one ask me?

What do you want to do when you finish school?

Being witty, i reply

I'm not too sure yet

Usually, the conversation would end by this stage. Or i would receive the occasional comment, about how quickly time has flown, or receive a small sermon on the passage of time. But today, i ran into a lively young character, who goes by the name of Mrs. C

Mrs C: what do you want to do when you leave?
me: Not too sure yet, i've changed my mind
Mrs C: But surely you know
Me: nah, not yet... we'll see
Mrs C: well what subjects do you like
Me: ummm, english
Mrs C: is that it?
Me: yeah
Mrs C: Well MY daughter LOVES science!
Me: i hate science.
Mrs C: so how many jobs do you have now?
Me: Just the two
Mrs C: Same as my daughter... well, if you count her tutoring, she's got three


WHO ARE YOU?
and
STOP ASKING ABOUT THE FUTURE!
i don't care if you're daughter is the reincarnation of jesus. I DON'T CARE.
i hate science.

don't try and better me.


yours always,
the inexperienced blogger
ash
x

such is life

Spreading rumours does not make you cool.
No one believes you.

Telling people what others have told you in confidence.
No one trusts you.

Exaggerating, manipulating and completely fabricating the truth.
No one likes you.

You have brought this upon yourself.
Sharing what isn't yours to be shared will not earn you friends.
It will not earn you acceptance.
It will not earn you popularity.

It will do the opposite. No one will believe you, trust you, or like you.

No one trusts a snitch

society

No one will ever have the ability to make you feel inferior.

No one will ever have the ability to take away your sense of self worth.

No one will ever have the ability to make you the joke.

They might have the ability, but they don't have the right.
The right as a teenager, or the right as a human being.

Live your life how you like.
Don't take shit.
Throw shit.
Be you. Be happy.



You are amazing.
and no one can tell you otherwise