yeah, sure

You COULD play monopoly. Or, there's always Snakes and Ladders. But i know your favorite game. It's called 'Ashleigh'.
No dice involved, No cards or chess pieces. Just you and me.
Here are the rules of the game. It's very simple... there are only TWO key rules:

1. You must profess your feelings towards Ashleigh.
2. Once this is complete, you must ignore Ashleigh.

Sounds like one hell of a game doesn't it.
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We'll see who wins this game buddy.

the inexperienced blogger,
ash
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roids.

let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find.

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.and no, i'm not talking about steroids.

(wrong roids you sick bastard)

Nostalgia. words by ashleigh

It ended like every other day. Schoolwork while listening to a bit of music.
I found myself becoming quite reflective on the past 6 or so years of my schooling life, and let me tell you, i was almost in tears. To be completely honest, i forget most of my junior years form years 7 to 10. But he last two years are clear as day.
I'm not gonna lie and say that they have been the easiest years of my life, (although they are yet to be complete), but they are the most memorable. I realise that i still come home from school everyday complaining about the schoolwork or friendship drama's, but in the big scheme of things, they are insignificant. The fact of the matter is, i love my school. You may be thinking to yourself, it is JUST a school. Well, to you maybe that's all it is, but to me, it is where my 'first's' happened.

My first crush
My first humiliations
My first successes
My first failures
My first fights
My first detention
My first true friendships.

For crying out loud, i became a WOMAN at the very school!
Although some of these 'firsts' are best forgotten, they are and always will be remembered and a part of my schooling experiences.

I find it almost unimaginable how fast paced and quickly this year in particular has gone. Not too long ago i remember the year 12's leaving the school, with my grade marking the guard of honor. In a few short months this will be us taking our last steps in our school.
The place where we have spent the last 7 years of our lives. Monday to Friday. 8am til 3.10pm.

So help me God when i leave the school.
I think i will be an emotional wreck.

So kiddies, the moral of the story is; Do not, i repeat, DO NOT take your schooling life for granted, because you will regret it. I sound like an old hag, but if you are fortunate enough to have been taught at a school like mine, you will want to remember it for what it is.

The best years of your life
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Yours sentimentally,
the inexperienced blogger
ash
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Dear brain, heart, and other vital organs,
if you can hear me, listen closely.
Please please please forget him.
thankyou
ashleigh

Well, since i haven't blogged in a while (which is unnatural of me), i will use what little time i have effectively. I am going to whinge... brace yourselves...

Okay, so I'm thinking that guys have their own version of PMS, because frankly, they are fucking moody. One minute it's; la di daaa, you are so funny ashleigh, let us talk all night on facebook and message each other, and visit you at work. And the next just one worded responses.
But then the next day it's back to our normal verbal jousting.
fuck you! why are you so beautiful?! i so badly want to punch you! But god damn you and your beautiful smile!

Next in line, my favourite word; P A R T Y
two eighteenths, quite the eventful night.
that is all.

and finally, to conclude, my world famous 'i had to work 12 hours today' whinge.
well, yeah... i kinda did have to work 12 hours today.
SYMPATHISE!
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yours whinging and whining,
the inexperienced blogger
ash
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I am good at one thing, and one thing only.

Kidding myself.

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I always make up these little scenario's in my mind. Perfect.

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But Unrealistic.

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I do this many times over. Thinking of the possibilities, what could be, should be

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But isn't

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It's either a girl thing, or an Ashleigh thing. Becuase whenever i THINK things are going good, then... i don't know?

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Nothing,

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I am good at falling for you. But not very good at coping with the reality of it.

I will no longer hope or expect anything because it ends one way for me.

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Badly.

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You make me so happy.

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the inexperienced blogger

ash

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F.O.L

I have invented, well actually "modified" a pre-existing acronym known as FML. For all those people with lives and are unaware of this jargin, it means Fuck My Life.

I have cleverly changed this to read the plural.

Fuck Our Lives.

It could only have taken a genius to work it out, but yes.

Here is my story...

I arrive home from school, as you do, and find my phone going bezzerk on my bench. Curiously, i checked my phone to find the following message...

So i'm having an awesome day.

Exams are finished and i can sorta relax.

I giddily get into the drivers seat of my car,

and there's a fucking parking fine on the window.

Fml.

How is his fair? REALLY. She was ONLY parked there for eight hours! give her a breakkkkkk!

Anyways, so i chose the picture above for a particular reason. A reason which i will mention now. Karma.

No, i am not using this picture to be vindictive, because what kind of punishment is it? really!

I chose this picture because this is what i would imagine Karma would look like... that is of course if Karma was a person. But she looks incredible.

She looks dangerous, like Karma is...

I for one believe FULLY in Karma.

It will turn on you and bite you in the ass. Note to all; DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT ever wish for someone to get a giant pimple in the middle of their forehead, because you will either get one on your chin, or become ill.

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yours with bad karma,.

the inexperienced blogger,

ash

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