Stranger Danger

To my millions of thousands of hundreds who read my blogs and are just wondering "What is that Ashley up to now?", I have finally sold out like a Kardashian to a tall, rich black man and have a Twitter.

I promised that I would make on after graduation..and three days later I am a man of my word.
The problem...there are so many Ashley Hunts. Really? Who stole my name? Is this identify theft? Even the popular Smashley Hunt was taken. Getting creative I even tried Smashley Shunt (not realizing how dirty it sounded until right now)...but TAKEN. Here's the thing, the father of Twitter...Ashton Kutcher needs to realize that there is one and only one Ashley Hunt. I request that he deleted all of my imposter fan pages. I even @ed Lady Gaga to talk about how frustrating it is to have like so many people want to be us. I am still waiting to hear back but I'll keep you updated.

Also,

WHERE IS MY ONE PITY FRIEND LIKE ON MYSPACE?

But getting to the point...

What I don't want to forget come daylight:

Hash tags, how do I go it and is it legal yet?

Awake is the new sleep

First of all, who creates a pill besides cocaine or speed that makes you not go to sleep. How is that supposed to make anyone feel better? O well so you're not feeling well...here maybe if you don't sleep for a month you'll feel back to normal. Smart.
Now I have all of this extra time which I do not know what to do with. Should I join a secret fight club? And if I did wouldn't the first rule of fight club be not to talk about fight club?...I have all of this extra time that is now being devoted to online shopping, stumbling on Firefox, and listening to John Mayer. Real productive right?

Words to Myself Before I Turn 21

What I want to remember today is to take my own advice...so I decided to write down my hopes for the future and the things from my past that I would not like to repeat in my 20 years of living...It's not set in stone, but typed in the blog equivalent of writing it in blood.
The first thing I want to remember is not to take myself so seriously. TMI WARNING: I came out saying "not that way" and "I don't like that kind of milk" so why would I ever think my life was so stuffy and serious? There are times to be serious like at a funeral or picking out china but how often am I going to be doing that? In the ripe age of 21 I really want laughter to be my best medicine. This goes into my second hope for the future, I want to be healthy. I don't care about weight or looking like Nicole Richie pre-rehab, but I want to feel healthy for one time in my life. It seems that I am always sick. It leads me to take myself too seriously. I need to learn to stop and breathe. This last week, I have been to doctor to doctor and it made me realize that I run around until I drop. After my spinal tap I was restless because I am so used to running around that my body did not even know how to recover. I don't want that to be the case when I turn 21. I want to learn to manage my stress in a healthy way. I stress too much and it is catching up with me. What kind of life is it when you worry too much to even enjoy what is going on? I don't want to be so ruled by stress anymore. I'm 21 what is there to really be worrying about? except for college loans, knowing my skin is at its peak, grad school...no more. Well maybe this blog was selfishly written for me, but I feel a lot better. Because in the great words of the Weepies "the world spins madly on"...with or without me.
Bring it on 21.

Something's FISHy

What I don't want to forget is the pleasure taken by simple things. I've been having so medical problems lately that have been nothing less than just depressing. Being honest, getting out of bed has been quite a struggle, probably the equivalent to Oprah going on a hunger strike, nearly impossible. But today when I was driving home I decided to make a change and do something...that something, incidently, was going to Petco and buying a fish. Now, sophmore year I had a fish, Fendi (RIP God rest his little soul) who I may or may not have put in cold Brita water....ok ONE TIME. But this time it was going to be different, which I had to reassure my boyfriend on the phone while sorting through which one I wanted. Petco has some haggard fish, let me tell you I swear finding one with both eyes and a whole tail was difficult. Where did they fish come from, straight from the fish fight? And it wasn't like aww cute but sad, a kitty with one eye, I'll call him winky. No, this was like eww where you born next to a nuclear power plant? Ok back to the story, besides no one being there to help me, I picked out all of my fish products and rung this bad boy up, Fendi II was now mine. His pinky glow was hopefully going to change something in my life.
Being depressed, I want something to need me to take care of it. I wanted something that depends on me and only me. Something that forces me to keep going. If it takes a fish to get me out of bed, even just to feed it, it is well worth the $24.51. Hopefully, I have found a way to buy a little bit of happiness.
Well it is still the first day and Fendi II is all set up in his new palace. We'll see how this goes, but I definitely have a good feeling about this one.
So what I really want to remember is to take pleasure in the simple things like buying a fish. Even though I looked like a forth grader walking into Petco with my pink backpack on and walked into the fish section, it gave me a chance to laugh at myself, and remember what it felt like when I did this when I was younger. When buying a fish was like buying a new friend, I mean a friend that would probably die in a year and could easily be replaced, but still. The simple things in life are what keep up going and remind us what it feels like to be content.

Gloomy excuses.

What I don't want to forget come daylight is...gloomy days. There is something about them that excuse any physical appearance. Someone can have a Hello Kitty tattoo across their face, but it's completely ok because it's a gloomy day. This is the type of day where the hair goes up, unwashed and nasty, and the good old sweatpants come out. The best thing is to curl up in bed and read...pr watch Glee...with a cup of tea. But when we do decide to peal ourselves out of bed or off the couch there is ALWAYS that one person who woke up and decided to go all out. They dressed like they are outside of Le Deux ready to get in for a night of entertainment. After a thizz face and a small "bitch" whispered underneath our breath we usually walk past in our nastiest sweatpants that are only accepted in this gloomy season. This days are so precious and rare but for the sake of my social image I'm glad that they are few and far in between, because I feel I would take the role of the nastiest gloomy day wardrobe wearer...let's just say little kids would be scared. Let's all join in and take full advantage of these days...and not be that one girl, you know who I am talking about.

Bucket List

I know it has been a while but...What I don't wanna forget come daylight are the things that I want to do before..you know..I die. So by popular demand I formed my very own bucket list...Here it goes.

1. I want to go swimsuit shopping in a regular store and not have some lady custom fit chest by tarps of fabric.

2. I want to be mistaken for Marilyn Monroe...NOT Anna Nicole Smith, God rest her soul, TRIMSPA BABY!

3. Have extremely long hair where I can just ran around with my unmentionables covered.

4. Own a pair of Manolo Blahniks or an entire store..

5. Meet or be best friends with Lady Gaga and/or Britney Spears.

6. Go jogging painlessly and black eye free.

7. Dance like or better than Fergie and Beyonce put together.

8. Win a karokee contest with Katie Acheson singing the girl part to Teenage Dirtbag.

9. Pull off Heidi Montag's lips.

10. Own 10.000 MK Bucks and use them.

11. Have beautiful carmel babies.

12. Turn down a job at Hooters and least ten times.

13. Be asked to pose for playboy and laugh.

14. Dye my hair completely brown, not just get a reverse weave, freak out, and call it a day.

15. Get in a gasoline fight like in Zoolander.

16. Own a bedazzled pink Hookah.

17. Have a closet the size of the Taj Mahal.

18. Get bitten by Robert Pattinson.

19. Live in Greece for at least a month.

20. Get hair advice from Snooki.

21. Talk to Ke$ha about aliens.

22. Complete the 21 run in 2 hours... and live.

23. Write a best-selling novel about Vampires.

24. Learn how to make calorie free gelato.

...hopefully there will be a bucket list part two soon to come

GLEE CLUB.

"Your hair looks like a briar patch. I keep expecting racist, animated Disney characters to pop up and start singing about living on the bayou"-Sue

For those of you who don't know the Glee season finale was tonight...BEST EPISODE EVER. I'm not gonna lie I was a late follower to this Glee trend, but now I AM IN LOVE. Not only was this the best episode yet...it was pretty amazing and very emotionally packed. If you did not shed at least one tear I would possibly think you don't have a soul or something. When I episode ended I had that "OK God you can take me now my life is complete" sort of feeling. Pathetic? Maybe, but I went there, built a house, and raised a family there. But now that the season has ended I feel alone and don't seem to know what I am going to do with my Tuesdays or life.




First off, how sexual is Finn? The answer...very sexual. That baby face has had me since "Don't Stop Believing" and don't worry I won't. I think that jean jackets have officially made their come back.
Secondly, the performance at regionals was spectacular. I still cannot get over how nasty and absolutely sick Jesse is though. Especially in a pink shirt...I just wanted to vomit. Every time I see him I just want to punch/kill/bite/claw something...it's weird.



Did anyone pick up on the "your dad was having an affair with a tattooed girl" line?
Remind you of anyone?




uh-oh we've got another Jesse James on the loose.



What I don't EVER wanna forget come daylight is the power of a show choir! Amen. I have a new motto blogsters and it doesn't have to do with the amazing website lesbians that look like Justin Beiber...O no...this is real life.