she's lost in coma, where it's beautiful,
intoxicated from the deep sleep...
do you wonder what it's like,
living in a permanent imagination?
sleeping to escape reality...
but you like it like that


                        Statscdydc

name:  afton michelle k.
aliases:  ashre, nara, elysia
called:  afty, nara, moon, ashy, ming
age:  is just a number
place:  the middle of nowhere
birth:  gouda, holland
date:  july thirteenth
sign:  cancer (the crab)
ethnic:  50% dutch, 25% indo, 25% chin
height:  five foot eleven
weight:  proud +/- 125 lbs.
hair:  brown; red & gold streaks
eyes:  brown; green specks
skin:  usually pretty pale


                      Contactluhdyld

e-mail:  ashre@moonshadow-garden.net
aol im:  lunar eclipse148; Pyrefly tears
msn im:  lilpenguinhugs@hotmail
yahoo:  penguinbaby3013

a view into the heart                      
a view into the mind                      
a view into the soul                      

mood //cynical
music //"getsuyou no asa"

02.19.04 [22:07]   // dream //   "There's never a day that I have to remember you because I never for a moment forgot you."

You know what? I give up on math. GIVE UP. I give up on ever trying to do good in Pre-Cal, because every time my grades are starting to go back up and I finally start to think I'm doing better, of course, I just have to COMPLETELY FUCK UP AGAIN, proving that maybe I'm just fucking stupid after all. I am reconsidering taking Calculus next year, because, you know what? PRE-CALCULUS CAN GO TO HELL.

*/end rant*

In other news, I am tired of UIL practices. But, after Saturday, I may (and probably will) get kicked off the science team, and I've already been kicked off Ready Writing for Saturday. I don't know if I'll be allowed to do it at the competition in March. I signed up for Math and Calculator, but.. I kind of regret it.

GARR, I just want Saturday morning over & done with so I don't have to worry about UIL for a while and can finally do some FUN stuff, something mildly entertaining.

Like writing. I haven't really done that in a while.


AND I WANT DRIVER'S ED OVER WITH. ^%@#&@%#& I swear, being in that class.. every day that I am forced to be around those IDIOTS, my IQ drops another 5 points.

I am so serious!! Here's some conversation fragments from tonight:

"'Field' is spelled F-E-I-L-D, right?"

"You know why Asian people have slanted eyes? Because where they come from it's like, midnight when it's noon over here."

LAUREN: "That's racist!"
STEVE: "...against WHO?"
LAUREN: "Against girls!"
EVERYONE ELSE IN UNISON: "That's SEXISM!!"
LAUREN: "Same thing!!"

Yeah. Does anybody else garner the impression that these people never really graduated Kindergarten?!

-.- Jesus..


In other news, Maaya Sakamoto is god(dess), and I rock because I am getting one of her CD's. No, not a copy, a real one. *HAPPY* And I am also getting the Xenosaga soundtrack. *V. HAPPY* That is going to be awesome; it has 45 tracks on it. o___o *can't wait* I just hope it won't make me urgently crave to play that game again, because I won't have time until driver's ed is over.

JUST ONE MORE WEEK. AND TOMORROW IS FRIDAY. NO DRIVER'S ED. HURRAH. <333

Though I have my first actual driving lesson on Sunday morning, 10-12 PM. That will be interesting, seeing as how I've never sat in the driver's seat of a car before.

I swear, the Texas government is crazy for letting people like me on the road, but hey, that's their problem.


I have been drowning in college mail; apparently everyone and their dog got ahold of my PSAT score and is now sending me mail. I just find it amusing; I would say I've gotten mail from at least 15 different states now. M.I.T. SENT ME MAIL. AND SO DID BROWN, AN IVY LEAGUE SCHOOL. *temporarily has self-esteem again*


Don't mind me. I know I'm rambling like a crazy person. I'm just happy tomorrow is Friday. Although it's report card day and that always sucks because *coughSOMEPEOPLEcough* are never contented with anything I do. (Parents, too, can go to hell right now.)

God, PLEASE just let me have a good weekend for once..

5 spread their wings and soared   //   space out and learn to fly