022. No school is quite a fun time.

Current feelings on life:



Dear Journal,
My life is currently like a popular tv show: episodes are days & weeks are seasons. I just want my watchers to know: my words, my emotions, my actions will hopefully touch, educate, and inspire oneself for the better. Just remember, like any show, there are boring moments, unrealistic plots, and even overly dramatic climaxes, but your faith in me, if not my show, will continue to help me in my success. Hopefully our trade offs will continue to bennefit eachother. I'm starting to cave and believe that kids who smile and laugh are absolutely endearing. Children are cute, and contrary to the rest of the world, I think babies are even cute at times. My ways are changing...sue me. I was told I looked young; I got bangs and fell short of my aspiration to be an individual. Despite that small set back in my trudging...I believe my hair doesnt make that big of an impact on who I am choosing to become. I have an ambition. Hey Dad, can be a writer and in the Peace Corps? I asked him that a year ago, a month ago, a week ago. I only got a yes to the writer part. Peace Corps can only be in my heart. Color symbolizes happiness and life, neon colors especially. Except, who has ever seen lime grass and aquamarine skies? If that happened, I would feel as if I stepped into a world of Lisa Frank. I might get freaked out...I might not. I do know that then people would pickett the colors of the world because it seems that society likes to pickett and protest every little change or bump that the world goes through. Move with the world...not against it. I'd like to meet a homeless man and feed him again much like my old friend Charles. If you would like to know about my old friend Charles...you can ask me...or go ask him. He lives in the Tenderloin. I want to move to Canada or Italy and speak Italian all day long. Goals in life are silly, but my goal is to survive this natural disaster that is coming our way. Please dont make a stupid pun about how I'm a natural disaster because thats even more silly than the goal itself. I cant help it if I'd rather survive the cyclone that is heading the United States' way than move my body like one. These feelings on life will change next week so dont take them too seriously. Or maybe you should. Or maybe...I should.
Love,
Ashley.