My day was crazier then yours....you can betcha bottom dolla.

Okay so whenever I decide to blog, I always forget what I am going to blog about so here we go. I am blogging about 3 things.

1.Why today was a big day for me.

2.My "accident"

3. Ghetto Block Party Holler.

(WARNING THIS COULD BE A LONG POST DUE TO NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP)=]

1.)Today was a BIG day for me, for many reasons actually.

 Call me dramatic all your little pumping heart desires, but it was!

Sooo.. today I went to Seven Peaks. (That is a water park, incase you don't know)haha. Well.. I love water parks. Basically I only love the lazy river, and wave pool. I am obsessed with the wave pool. I love knowing that their are waves (similar to the ocean?) But their are no gross fish or SHARKS.

 OKAY, I'M PETRIFIED OF SHARKS.P-E-T-R-I-F-I-E-D.

So that makes me enjoy wave pools so much. When I lived in Missouri, I would go to White Water (another water park, in Missouri, incase your a Utah person and don't know!) all the time. I went almost once a week from age 2-13. You get the point, I really liked it. Well.. being an insecure "bigger" 13 year old, I couldn't imagine going to a public pool wearing a swim suit.. yet alone a huge water park with tons of people,I guess I don't really have an "incident" of the annual, getting made fun of experience when I was that age, and thats why I decided to go...but just the "imagination of it". Well from the age of 13-17. I gained tons tons and tons, of weight. Literately. Well... today was the 1st time since I lost all my weight that I really went to a pool, and other people saw me other then friends.:):):) Okay I was dying of excitement. 

I mean don't get me wrong. I have about 15 more pounds to loose. But I am not ashamed of being in a swim suit. Yeah I don't have that ideal body. I don't have abs made out of steal.. I don't have complete thin thighs.. but I am so proud of what I do have. I have a body that has worked it's butt off to get there. Again Literately haha.

52 POUNDS LATER, I am to this point and I have never been prouder. Okay so you kinda get the point... I was able to wear a swim suit!!!!! And go into my wave pool! Yeah yeah.

 I simply loved it.

2.) If something is going to go wrong, it will always go wrong on my watch. So I decided to go on the water slide. I am always super cautious before I do things like this. So I had to watch some people go down the slide before me... So I see tons of little kids just having their time of their life going down that slide, so I figure if 2 year olds can do this, I can too right?? 

My mom and I carry a 2 man tube up I swear 3493943 stairs...As we are doing this we are complaining non stop mind you. There is no way this raft can make it up there. Okay the little rails were so little. WE had to walk up on our tip toes, and hold the raft as high as we could so we could make it. The whole time we are walking up the stupid stupid steps, we are wondering why the workers wouldn't make a stairway where the TUBES WOULD ACTUAL FIT?!!( I was really annoyed, if you couldn't tell.) So we finally get up there, and there are 2 workers we asked which slide is the slowest.. Scared to death.. They tell us the one, hold the tube while we get on, then push us down the slide... The usual right?

NO. NO. NO FREAKING NO.

Soo here is what I remember..

We make the first turn... good.

We make the second turn...good.

We make the third turn...(at this point, I remember telling my mom this was going super fast, and I couldn't imagine the other faster slides.)...good, but scary.

We make the fourth turn...awful.

Okay now let me explain real fast, the slide we are on isn't closed like a tunnel. Its open on the top and there is 4 feet walls on both slides, but there is  another slide (the faster one) right next to it... I hope your picturing it. (:

Okay, so we are going so freaking fast when we turn the 3rd turn, the momentum of us made us go even faster. We were going so fast I had no idea how we could do the 4th turn.. So when we make the 4 turn, the tube flies up the side of the wall on the slide. I am now in shock and everything seems to be taking forever, in my head. Well I shoot out of my tube, in the AIR over the wall... I remember looking down and seing the grass under me. Well I flew to the other side... I hit my head so so hard on the other slides' wall, and then a person went right over me..(Since I was on their slide and all) then my leg flew over me and hit the side of slide. Really hard, do to flying plus the gravity haha. The last think I remember was closing my eyes and hearing all theese guys yelling for help...

I hope you somewhat get what occurred, if not just realize it was not too pretty.

Well... while I'm going the remaining 5 feet of the slide, all I remember is holding the left side of my face crying, and hearing my mom keep asking if I was okay. So I somewhat swim/drown/doggypadle/and get escorted to the stairs. At this point I remember looking and seeing tons of people. ( they saw me fly from one slide over the wall to the next) I was also wondering what went on, plus I was super embarrassed. So I stand up and immediately fall over. Again so embarrassing. I have never felt so much pain in my ankle before. I then ball my eyes out, and I hear someone say "(Insert choice words here), look at her ankle" IT was BRUISED SO BAD AND SWOLLEN =GROSS. Okay this story is taking to long... Anyway I hurt my ankle so bad, I bruised all the bones in my foot, and tore a ligament in my ankle/foot. Not to mention the huge bruise on my leg. So I face planted the slide, so my left side of my face is so swollen and bruised also, and I have a baseball bruise/swollen lump behind my ear. Ohh and I sprained something in my neck. I was a hott mess. Hahah.

Everyone was so worries about my head. 

But honestly I was so worried, about the group of people watching me. I swear they were al up to something. Everyone was pointing and talking, but not in a mean way. Well then this guy brings me this paper, with all these notes, and names/numbers. Most said "call/text me if you are okay" and stuff. There was about 20 numbers on this paper. Well as the doctors came to make sure I was fine...(also super embarrassing).. more people would sign this paper... Well. I guess this is how the story went. 

HERE IS THE REASON WHY ALL THIS HAPPENED, INCASE I HAVE SCARED YOU TO RIDE WATER SLIDES EVER AGAIN.

The workers were not paying attention, the slide they put us on you were supposed to have no rafts.Just go down on your butt.. that is why I flew. 

I feel like I wrote so much.. And I can only sit up for so long, my neck is aching here..

So Topic 3 will be for tomorrow.

So as you can see I had quite the day. I now have a cast/wrap thing on my foot and ankle. I got 27 guys/possibly creeps numbers. I flew....and crashed. And I have an intense story to tell..I just wish I looked like a hott mess, with a cast on wobbling around, moaning in pain like an old man.

"I'm not deaf!"

     One of the things, that I pride myself in is that I don't let what other people say get to me. Another thing I pride myself with is how I don't care what you look like, how much money you have, or who you hang out with I will be your friend. Sure after a while of hearing girls "talking about me" I just want to run up to those immature girls and say "hey freaks, do you not think I hear you talking about me!?" I swear this last week especially I have never heard so many comments made about me. Mostly negative.. But I just think, who are they to say anything? It's mostly just dumb comments, judging what I wear, judging my hair, judging why I'm not wearing just shorts and a t-shirt etc. I get that immature jealous people act out in this matter, that is why I usually just leave them alone, and don't make vicious comments back. So tonight at Lagoon I was walking down the little side walk, when a group of girls, were saying how I thought I was in Hollywood, and how I acted like I was better then everyone. This is the part I don't understand why the good heck would you talk about someone so loud? The fact was they just did not care...  and I had it! First off, the thing that sometimes bugs me is when people think that somehow I think I am better then the world. So lets just clarify this, I do not think I am better then anyone! So I turned around and they all just stopped talking about me, and looked shocked. I politely told them, how immature they were, how I do not think I am better then everyone, and how stupid they are, for judging me when they have seen me for a good 4 seconds. (I mean seriously, I can not stand people who just judge me for how I look) I mean seriously, I know I was wearing earrings, nice jean shorts, a yellow plain top, sun glasses, and my hair did look rather good tonight hahah....but get with it that gives you no reason to assume the worst in me right?


Okay this is where I am trying to get too. After this incident I was in stinken "attack mode" I call this when I am in a pissy mood, and I can't bite my tong much longer..When I have had it. So I'm walking around and this girl was pointing at me, it was quite strange because the little girl was like 3... So I was like what the heck since when do 3 year olds talk about me now??! She was pointing me out to her mom, and I felt rather awkward.. Haha, So I smile at them and keep walking, I looked back and I saw the girl whispering to her mom something... Then a couple minutes later the mom runs up to me with a camera, and said her little girl thought I was the prettiest girl she has ever seen, and I looked like someone off of the T.V. The little girl wanted a picture with me.. Okay okay I know this sounds completely crazy. It is, I agree. But I felt just overwhelmed. This little girl made my day. She was so fidgety and shy around me..  she told me how pretty I was and looked me up and down complimenting me...and I just fell in love with her. I wish every girl was like this little girl. I wish people would just try to get to know me, instead of making false assumptions of me. I wish girls, wouldn't see me as a threat, and see me as just another girl. I guess girls just judge and assume the worst, because they are so insecure with themselves, they don't want to assume the best. This little girl name was Emily. I will never forget the impact she had on me, by just not judging.

Texts...Texts...Texts..

I adore my phone.

I am addicted to that baby.

It always has to be in my hand or I freak. 

You get it?

I absolutely love with all my heart my phone.. My life is on it. literately.

I have a million pictures on my phone. Every occasion, every holiday, every quote, every conversation, every contact, and everyones birthday programed in that baby. 

The problem is I am extremely addicted to texting. 

If I knew a word that was bigger then extremely I would use it faster then a hear beat.

I am the queen texter. I can text all the time and just have the time of my life. I don't know what fascinates me about texting but I just love it. I guess it's because I text the people I love, or the people I am trying to get to know. I love how I don't have to call my friend on the phone just to ask "whats up" I'm glad I don't have to call someone and say "Good night" Don't get me wrong I understand the boundaries. I understand when to call people and when just to send a quick text.haha.

Here is the DEAL.

I over analyze texts like no bodies business. It is insane, I admit. But I honestly can't help myself... I analyze everything in my life, and I always have.  But I have taken it to the extreme on this. First off when I text, I text. I mean, if someone asks me a question, I will answer it but not my jut saying "ya". Okay blahhhh I can't even type what I am thinking so I hope this makes somewhat since haha. 

First off lets talk about texting guys. When I ask  a guy "what they are doing?" and they respond "nm u?" My crazy mind goes off. I think well of coarse your doing something, do you just not want to tell me? Or the other option is or do you just not want to text me.. I think about this for a while then  have to think of some lame remark back.

lol

nm

ha

HBD

ya

no

wth

jk

sml

when ever i get these texts alone, I want to all of the sudden turn into an English teacher and put a LINE through their paper and say STOP!!!!!!!!!

Then the next problem I get into is the guys who will text you... wait 4 hours then text back. Now I know I sound possessive haha. But I am really the opposite.  But don't you think it is just a tad bit weird that they can only send 1 text literately every 4 hours too you??Especially when you know they arn't at work/school. I DO I DO! I agree I always have my phone in my hand so I send messages out super fast... but there is no way on earth you touch your phone every 4 hours. Soo then I think and think, during those 4 hours like are they doing this on purpose? Are they playing "hard to get" which first off is my game, so don't even.LOL. 

Okay okay I also find this a bit awkward. When someone will only text you like a couple times, nothing deep, or personal. Just the annual "hey whats up" then you respond you know, and they send about 1 more text and then its just over....until 2 days later you repeat the cycle. OKAY THIS IS JUST CRAZINESS. It's like your on their pathetic routine schedule. Sooo then that gives me more to think about. 

I'm sure I am sounding a bit dramatic, but at times it really gets to me. I mean why shouldn't it? After re-reading what I wrote this makes me sound totally insecure and pathetic. I don't want to be texted non stop. But then again I don't want to feel like some option. Or someone to text when your board. Maybe this is all karma. Mabey this is just revenge from when I don't text people I don't want to talk to back.. But who knows. I just think this "texting world" has made me rethink things. 

PS. I CANT END THIS YET.

The absolute worst is when you trying to sound all cool, and you send the text and you sound like the most stupidest person out there. You sound like some dumb child, who doesn't even make half way since. hahah. When you totally regret what you send. I think I will just invent a button where you can take back your texts with in 5 minutes. That would of saved me so much embarrassment. 

I better get some sleep...(:

It was my birthday and I could of cried if I wanted too....

MY BROTHER IS AMAZING.

Guess what? So he totally fixed my computer, and now I can blog pictures!

I never knew how much I missed blogging pictures.. So here are just a few pics from Graduation..Enjoy:)  

I'm sorry but I think I may have been a little picture deprived...please forgive.

Well. I am 18 freakaaan years old. I have had the best week of my life. First of off if I ever doubted how many people love me, I will never again. I have had so many amazing things happen to me this week. Every day this week, I have had surprise parties, or just surprises in general. My car has been painted 3 times. I have found balloons in my twice. I have been taken out for every meal possible every day. I have had flowers posters and balloons sent to my house, and a billion birthday presents.I have been so spoiled. I can now easily say this is one of the best birthdays I have ever had..even if Oprah or Justin Bieber wasn't celebrating it with me..:)

Doesn't this look Scrumptious?Thank heavens for amazing friends, and IHop.

Okay okay so I don't remember the last time I have eaten breakfest. First off I hate waking up in the morning. I think that is how it all started. I figured who would want to eat gross breakfest before school? Don't those crazy fools know they can get 15 extra minutes of sleep? So why sacrifice 15 minutes of amazing sleep, for some meal? It never really made much since to me. Also, it seems like breakfest is just down right gross. Oatmeal right when you first wake up? Eggs, Bacon, and sausage? Cold Cereal? Thinking about this just always seemed to make me want to barf. Well.. this last week guess who ate breakfast 

Twice?!! ME!! 

        So once upon my birthday week my friends thought it would be hilarious to wake me up super early and go get breakfast for my birthday.. So here I am sleeping soundly at 5 in the morning...(Keep in mind I did not get to bed until 4:15:)) and I hear banging on my window. So being the grouch I am in the morning I turned over and left these people out in the rain.hahaha. Well an hour later I hear the banging again... I go to my door to let them in....looking like a complete physcotic wreck!!! And I literately get mauled into my friends car. I was getting kidnapped just so I could have a birthday breakfast. I guess I was super happy to be with my 3 most favorite guys in the world... But sleep is really important to me ok?

Anyway... haha. I ordered this amazing breakfast. 

Listen to this..

Nutella Crepes with strawberries and bannanas.

1st off. I have never had this thing they called "Nutella"

2nd off I have never had crepes.

Anyway is was so stinken good. I would recommend it to anyone. Even though the whole time I ate each little bite of it, I was thinking how many calories each bite was. haha. 

I HAD THE FUNNEST WEEK OF MY LIFE.

And an awesome birthday. 

:) Happy day.

So why not take a chance?

      

:)....

          Choices are always so hard for me. It seems like a couple of weeks ago all theese choice have just flown my way. Deciding my future. Deciding on different choices. Deciding and choosing everything.  Ever since all theese choices have come my way, it has therefor made me much more aware of the choices that I have to choose.(That made no sence, I know so good luck haha) I have choosen what college I want to go to. I have choose where I want to live next year, I have chose what I want to do every summer night. About a week ago it seems like not only was I having to make all theese choices, I was having to deal with tons of crappy unneccesary stress also. After days of wishing that I lived in a little "fairy tale" world that I see on T.V, I realised I just needed to make a choice. I realized that I choose to be happy. I choose to be upset. I choose to let people get to me. I choose to over think everything. I choose how I live each day. I have always been told,"Ashley, you let people get to you.ya ya ya " But honestly I always thought. No are you crazy I can't help how I feel, when people criticize me. Of coarse I get discouraged. 

The point I am trying to get to.. is this. Last week I choose to wake up and be happy. I choose to be myself 100% of the time. I choose to be strong. I choose to love myself. (I know, I probably sound a tad nuts now) BUT IT WORKED.

I have never ever been happier. It seems like ever since I choose to be happy, 100000 million things have gone wrong. But when each thing has seemed stressful and gone wrong.. I just think "Ashley seriously, your going to let this ruin your day?" It also seems like I have been paying a lot of attention to what people tell me.  Some one asked me this yesterday...

"You laugh all the time, is it fake?"

First of off of coarse it is not. I laugh because I am happy. I laugh because I want to. I laugh because I would rather not ball my eyes out. I laugh because I'm human. Ever since I was little I would always laugh at my life. I would always think,"How in the heck is this happening to me" or "why" then I would laugh. I think I learned to laugh from my mom. I remember she always used to laugh. And to this day we laugh all the time.I have seen one not loving your life, has done to people. It has destroyed them. I will never be like that.

 

0ne more blogging topic...(Again, my next blogging will be more entertaining I swear LOL)

I called my dad tonight. I thought since I was doing this "choosing to be happy thing"I figured it would be okay. I told him I graduated high school, I kinda told him my future plans, I told him I graduated seminary(which is not really a big deal in Utah, but heck it is too me!!! I woke up every darn morning to go to Seminary at 5:00am to go to Seminary for 2 yrs!!!!) I reminded him my birthday is Friday. I told him what was new. But the thing that got to me, was he didn't care. He really didn't. He wasn't proud. He didn't do much but just grown on the other line. Or just sit in complete silence. If you were to listen to our conversation, you would think we never have met.. When I got off the phone, yes I was hurt, but I didn't expect much different. I was telling my friend briefly about this...and I received this text from him 

         "Ash, he is missing out. You are wonderful, and the funniest person out there. He is missing out on a great girl. Your so strong and amazing,

 I don't know how you do it!"

Usually I just blow texts off... But it really meant a lot. My whole out look was changed. I know think he is missing out. I think that later on when my dad is older, he will realize that he has missed out on literately everything in my life. I think one day he really well. Maybe in 10 years maybe in 50... but when he does it will get to me. I feel sorry for him, I feel sorry for his ignorance,selfishness, and lack of love toward his "once thought of priority" It was as like he didn't even watch his little girl grow up because he was never there.  I have tried. I have tried over and over. I have no regrets. Dealing with my dad, has drawn me much closer to my mom, brother, and grandparents, I have become much closer with friends. I don't think my friends even half way understand how much I appreciate them. When my friends make me laugh, it is more then a laugh. I forget about all the other things going on.. and sometimes I really need to do that. So to all my friends,(yes, you are one if you are reading this) I love yall. You have impacted me more then ever. but most importantly my closeness to Christ has grown more then ever. 

Well Well...

My computer won't let me put pictures on here for some reason.:(...Sad? I know! But this weekend has been awesome. I have had so many fun times with friends and family. I babysat a little boy and girl on Saturday. They were so so cute. We fished and played dolls, all night. By the way I am a complete pro at making truck and fire truck sounds now, so you can be jealous:)

You heard me!!

I'm a big gal now...

you heard me.

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Some how the "girl version" picture wouldn't post. But this is exactly how I felt when I got my diploma. I felt like the moment I shook hands with all those important people, it hit me. I have been waiting for "graduation day" for so long. That when it was over, I just wanted to run back to Davis and pretend I was an upcoming Sophomore.(Okay okay... I carried that to the next level but still.) Today and tomorrow I'm scheduling for my big girl college classes..EEEEEkaaak.

I was laying down on the couch and my grandma came with a blanket to cover me up. I don't want those things ever to go away. I want my grandma to cover me up when I'm 30, I don't want these little things ever to end.Ever.

Ever since... last week, I feel like every night is a new party. Every night, is either completely busy, or completely busy.I haven't been able to go to sleep earlier then 3:30 am. Don't get me wrong, I adore summer nights. I love partying every night, I love meeting new people, I love reuniting with old friends. I love it all until....the next morning. I have been running on no energy these last couple days, it has been totally fine until today. I guess it really hasn't been as "perfect" as it sounds if I have to be honest with myself. It seems like every night I find out one of my friends, has been lying/deceiving, or just being fake towards me. When I find out about these pitiful "incidents", I usually just blow it off.. Then hang out with all my other friends. 

Buuuut for real? Who has such a big ego? Who feels they can only hang out with a "certain group" of people. Who feels they can tell me who I can or can not hang out with. What kind of person can say that they are better then a group of people, and there for they can't be associated with them? The answer is someone who is fearful. Someone who cares too much. Someone who has obviously pathetically low self esteem. 

It breaks my heart to loose a friend due to the fact they have the biggest ego ever, and will not associate themselves with "lower" people. I mean I'm sorry I have a variety of friends, that obviously you are not to fond of... But to put yourself above them every 3.5 seconds gets super old. 

I apologize that was my "vent" session.

On a much happier note. My birthday is 10 days.10 days. 10 stinken days.It seems like just yesterday Julie threw me a suprise 17th party! This year, I can honestly say I don't know what I want, or what I want to do. At times I want to throw a HUGE BASH. Because it reality, this is my last "highschoolish birthday" but who knows. Any ideas anyone??? Someone asked me what I wanted to do today for my birthday, and I came up with 3 options. 

-meet Oprah

-have Justin Bieber sing to me

-go on that flyey ride at Lagoon.

It reality choice 3 is my only option...Buuuut still I want the others to come true gosh darniiiit! I was at Lagoon a couple days ago and passed the "sky-coaster?"( I think that is what it is called) and it just hit me. I want to do it.. I mean I know its kinda dumb making such a big deal about it, but I just couldn't figure out for the life of me, why I never wanted to do that before.  So I will blog later and let yall all know how much I loved it ")