tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33261533556368129392024-03-04T22:33:35.671-08:00A Nytmare Is Only What You Make ItAshley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-39389390178995239312012-06-13T20:21:00.004-07:002012-06-13T20:21:39.185-07:00That helpless feelingThis should be the happiest time of my life right now (I got engaged and I have an awesome fiance), yet this week I've just felt helpless. Maybe, I shouldn't take things to heart so much, but when I can't be that girlfriend (fiance) I want to be then I feel like crap. I want to be able to be able to cook for him, and just be a good person and take care of him. I think my problem is though I was always use to living on my own and taking care of me. I knew the kind of things I liked. I knew what food I could buy and enjoy, and if it turned out like crap I was fine with it because I was the only one who had to worry about it. Now living with Ryan, I also think about what he likes when I go buy groceries (and let me tell you hes a bit picky. I still love him though and I've learned some stuff that he likes) so the things I like aren't necessarily what he likes. If I mess up cooking something then what? I feel like a complete failure...that's what.<br />
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I think what has me feeling like this is seeing posts that he makes on FB and then seeing how his friends respond "<i><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">I feel so bad for you. lol.
Ill help you cook. smh...i already taught you how to do laundry, I may
as well do the whole wife/mother shebang" </span></i><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">This just made me feel like I can't do anything right by him. I understand that his friends care about him and want to help. Maybe, I'm letting things get to me that I shouldn't, but to know me is to understand I take what people say personally.</span><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">This is probably just all my crazy emotion and hormones acting up right now because of the time of month it is, but still it's not fun to feel this way.</span>Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-64153072490474713602012-05-01T19:40:00.001-07:002012-05-01T19:40:24.675-07:00Trying is so overratedEver had one of those days where you just feel like everything you do is just not good enough for anyone?<br />
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When I moved over to my current store it was so that I could help them out, and be their lead tech. Now I know I'm not the loudest, do-what-I-say-or-you're-written-up-type but I'd like to think that I had some kind of impact (apparently I was mistaken to think that). What exactly do you do when you ask people do things, and they say that's not my job? I'm sorry but no write up would have done any good. I still try my hardest (or I did. Now I don't really care since they decided to replace me) to get people to do what they are suppose to, but I'm on the losing side of that battle. So here's the deal on why I've pretty much just given up. Why try when everything you do is criticized and you're not thanked for what you do accomplish.<br />
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So back in November our pharmacist in charge left and went to another pharmacy and they brought in one who only worked a few days a week.I'm talking less then 30 hours. (First stupid mistake on their part) A pharmacist in charge should care about their store and want it to look good. Things really did start to go down hill when our old PIC left. Stuff got stacked high, things didn't get done. Stuff that I was suppose to do I couldn't do because we didn't have the help we needed. Did our supervisors ever once send people over to help? NO! We had to suffer through 5 months of pure hell. Now she came back the beginning of April and guess what started to happen? They finally decided that yeah maybe we do need the extra help to get things in order. So why the fuck did it take them this long to realize that? Anyways, some more of why I'm a little pissed off and to the point where I'm not trying to help and over do my self. I'll go to work do what I can, but no more putting for that extra effort. So now they're bringing in a new chick to take my spot, and see if she can't turn things around. She's doing things that had I had the help that we now have (and they just gave us) I could have done. I'm not some stupid tech who doesn't know. I've been doing these things for 5 years. What gets me is that since our pharmacist came back she's over here saying it only took me a month to get things back in order or close to it. Yeah it did because we now have help. Oh, and you technically didn't do things right. Bunching up all the scripts in the same month and filing them isn't really gonna work when we need to find a script but can't because you didn't take the time to file right. Also what about that extra 8 hours I came in on MY SATURDAY OFF and helped with stuff (off the clock...no pay) was I just a ghost or something?<br />
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I don't know maybe I'm being to sensitive about it, or what not. I'm just freakin irritated about this whole mess. I thought I could just shrug it off, and not worry about it because it's someone elses problem now. I was at work today and I think it got to me. I had to go to the bathroom and cry because thats how upset I was, and my anxiety was acting up. So yeah that is all.<br />
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AshAshley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-79042649739462820472012-04-19T22:05:00.000-07:002012-04-19T22:05:25.081-07:00A new beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTXLMbrcgVHezk-4W-rAG-tANJR_za-I3Ixy-cvHmLoq3hyphenhyphen9wMNrRTLB9Iq3afb-1NF4fdtBlFnQYCH6dzOIlCjPjoy2GJFrXN1xNR98q7kcXim4DID8DdyZYpgG_judAkGldliZ2bDl7H/s1600/inlovepic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTXLMbrcgVHezk-4W-rAG-tANJR_za-I3Ixy-cvHmLoq3hyphenhyphen9wMNrRTLB9Iq3afb-1NF4fdtBlFnQYCH6dzOIlCjPjoy2GJFrXN1xNR98q7kcXim4DID8DdyZYpgG_judAkGldliZ2bDl7H/s320/inlovepic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Sometimes, I never thought my life would ever go the way I planned, or at least hoped it would. I mean how could it when everything just seemed to go from bad to worse to the point where I didn't want to deal with it. I realize that we're the ones who make our own destinies, and if we believe nothing is going to change chances are they probably won't. I think I was learning to deal with that fact. The fact that maybe I was just meant to be unhappy forever. I mean happy endings only happen in fairytales right? Now I'm thinking that maybe all I needed was just someone to pull me out of the ditch that I apparently had fallen into. To make my life mean something again, to make me laugh even if there isn't a reason to, to make me smile when I have bad days because let's face it you can't run from those. I couldn't be anymore happier with the way it's going now though. I'm absolutely twitterpated I think is the word my friend and boss used. I really couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend. I think he would pretty much do anything for me, and I would do anything for him.<br />
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I've been working on writing this post for a few days maybe even a week or so, and he and I have talked about a lot of different things which for me is rare because I don't let many people in. I'm just glad that I was able to find someone. (or maybe he found me) but either way it happened, I'm glad.<br />
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In the next 2 weeks I'll actually be moving out into my new apartment with him, and I'm excited but at the same time a little nervous. I mean I've been staying with him a few nights a week so it's good.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-12650461207926614072012-02-12T19:31:00.000-08:002012-02-12T19:31:35.054-08:00Valentines day is tuesdayI've never been one for Valentines Day, but I guess it's because I've never had a real reason to get excited about it. This year I have a reason though, Ryan. I'm not really expecting much because to be honest I'm just happy to have him I don't need anything else. The few months before we started going out. (We've known each other, or should I say we've worked with each other for almost 2 years.) I was having a hard time just dealing with things in my life, and it seemed that everything was just getting worse. My anxiety and depression were really bad. I had headaches that wouldn't go away, and my blood pressure was extremely high. (actually it still is, but I'm taking medicine for it even though it's not helping my headaches.) Now I have a reason to be happy and to enjoy my life, and to enjoy Valentines day. :) I'm actually not sure what we're going to do if anything because I'm off all day but he has to work from 6 to 10 so that kind of takes away an evening together. Seeing as how he's a guy and I'm not sure what he would want. (okay I'm sure I know, but yeah.) He's had this thing for subways sugar cookies lately so I told him I would make him sugar cookies. I actually did that tonight, and I think I went a little overboard. I ended up making almost 60 cookies so yeah .<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAqfD1cvrrYnmaWWmCZSlTgYuZ8k_1DlcdhgVUWuoOEfmfMORYVv7GKp3FEok7r7TUQqwgqGmFmox2iTpxt1B1EcI5P2TMLPr5OUP9bbAvMkRJHLIcnOKcdawQKAb2-i7uIAmQif82V44/s1600/sugarcookies1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAqfD1cvrrYnmaWWmCZSlTgYuZ8k_1DlcdhgVUWuoOEfmfMORYVv7GKp3FEok7r7TUQqwgqGmFmox2iTpxt1B1EcI5P2TMLPr5OUP9bbAvMkRJHLIcnOKcdawQKAb2-i7uIAmQif82V44/s1600/sugarcookies1.jpg" /></a></div>See? I still have one pan too. I have to admit though they are good.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-31380268653436141242012-01-15T21:59:00.000-08:002012-01-15T21:59:24.902-08:00Spending weekends together<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisL03fjd5b83St1qZ5Zp_Tu0FR8_ZyjGwyqwMD_rvqTwmEILWL0eEKqL74MGB5Fm6eWPrKK9U5JiJPunZARrFWGLYXV14llez21Bipj8oX0kVP7Z49joxDnbtbg_R1pemNJEIy-tqIV9sD/s1600/happycatdrunk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisL03fjd5b83St1qZ5Zp_Tu0FR8_ZyjGwyqwMD_rvqTwmEILWL0eEKqL74MGB5Fm6eWPrKK9U5JiJPunZARrFWGLYXV14llez21Bipj8oX0kVP7Z49joxDnbtbg_R1pemNJEIy-tqIV9sD/s320/happycatdrunk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I love weekends when I can spend them with the people I care about, and I got to do just that this weekend. I think I'm warming up a little more to Ryan's friends. This weekend was definitely a good weekend. So Saturday we had a semi-birthday party for 2 of Ryan's friends out at anothers house. I wouldn't call it to much of a party more like a group of friends watching a football game, yelling at the the tv, drinking, and smoking, but it's all good. It's nice to be included in something like that. (Except for the smoking part. Although, there was enough smoke in the air that I didn't have to do it.) Then came time to go home, and I didn't really want to because that meant Ryan would go home. I don't know I just felt like being with him so we just ended up going to his house. Then today (Sunday) we spent half the day at his house, and went out to eat at Chili's and then went to the park and spent the rest the time with my brother and my 3 nieces. I had a blast with them, and seeing Ryan with them made it that much better. My brother kept telling them to call him Uncle Ryan. Ryan even pushed Karlie and Lainey on a swing for a good 10 minutes or so.<br />
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I love when my weekends are like this. :)Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-55298099981458016332012-01-01T23:23:00.000-08:002012-01-01T23:23:43.504-08:00New Years LoveHappy New Years!<br />
I thought nothing could beat my Christmas weekend, but I was completely wrong. I've never really cared to much about New years just because it's another year that could turn out like crap, but I had an awesome New years eve and New Years. I think the whole having a boyfriend thing kind of helped with that. :) Usually I spend it with my friends (which she's not here) or with my mom, but this year I spent it at Ryan's house with him. We watched some movies and had a few drinks. I truly am blessed with having Ryan in my life. I don't think I could have asked for a better first boyfriend. I've never liked the way I look, but I don't know with him it's different. He makes me happy, makes me feel good about myself, and it's a nice feeling. I keep asking myself why'd he choose me, what's he see in me, and maybe I'll never know. For now though it's alright.<br />
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I love this feeling that when I'm not around him I want to be. When I'm with him things feel right. Maybe, it's just a first boyfriend thing. I'm not really sure, but it's a feeling I hope doesn't go away any time soon.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-15376392230172369112011-12-26T21:50:00.000-08:002011-12-26T21:50:52.609-08:00Christmas 2011<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our family gathering at Christmas when I was much younger. <br />
The top right picture I'm the one by my brother.<br />
These are all different years, but the bottom right is from '94.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some more Christmas gatherings. <br />
The top right I'm the one in the blue shirt.</td></tr>
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This Christmas had to be one of the better ones I've had in a long time, and for me to say that it's true. I can't really think of the last Christmas I had that I actually enjoyed. I'm guessing it was one where my family was actually together (mom, dad, my brother and I) in the same house. The house totally decorated, tree, lights, presents under the tree, and we would sit down Christmas Eve open one present and enjoy the time we had. Then we'd go to sleep, and "Santa" would bring us other gifts, our stockings would be filled, and we'd wake up earlier then normal and just dive in. Those are the Christmas' I remember the most. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the past 13 years though it hasn't really matter all that much to me. I mean why should it, a broken family isn't something to celebrate, and each year it just reminded me that my family wouldn't be the same. I know that sounds really shallow, and that's not what Christmas is about. Family was one thing I could count on, and when that got messed up I felt I had nothing. Yes, I was a depressed child.<br />
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Okay, maybe I've had a few somewhat decent Christmas' in that time frame, but it wasn't the same. Most Christmas' I've spent with my friends. (I'm not complaining though. If it weren't for Aubrey they really would have sucked.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So why was this Christmas different?<br />
Easy! I got to spend it with someone special. :) I honestly just thought okay, I'll just meet his family Sunday and that'll be that. I actually spent the whole weekend with them. It was kind funny he gave me 3 options. I could meet them Saturday, I could meet them Sunday, or I could Come over Saturday and stay the night and have Christmas with them Sunday. Needless to say I was a little hesitant. That's definitely not something I would normally do. It's not in my personality. Remember the quite, shy girl I told you about that is me. I think in order for me to break out of my bubble I need to do things that aren't in my nature so I ended up staying. We ended up watching movies and talking. That's it. :) That's all I needed. Sunday morning comes and I get up at 830am (Guys realize this I'm not a morning person especially on weekends.) I did sleep an hour later then him. Anyways, we watched his niece and nephew open presents. We enjoyed the day. We watched some movies. We watched his nephew play some video games. They played darts. We ate lunch, and by about 430pm or so we decided to take me home so we could go see my dad and step-mom for a while. Around 530 we went over my dads house and visited with them til about 730. I felt bad because Ryan was nervous. After we left there we went over some of Ryan's friends house, and saw some of them. Then it was time for home. :)<br />
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That was my Christmas weekend.<br />
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This was my surprise gift from Ryan for Christmas. Is it not beautiful? It's funny because when I opened it he told me why he picked it out. One of the times we went out together I think I had told him how it was hard for me to trust people, and open up because of everything that has gone on in my life from my mom leaving back when I was in MS to the most recent problems I've had. He said he hoped that I would be able to open my heart to him. Aww, how sweet is that? I'm such a sucker for that kind of thing. Then I also got some perfume and stuff from his mom. :)<br />
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This would be our first picture together. (His Chihuahua Ginger was with us. lol) His mom took this Saturday night. I hate my pictures taken, but apparently they love taken pictures so I was in a few. This is one that he gave me though. :) </div>Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-595959017231865132011-12-18T22:04:00.000-08:002011-12-18T22:04:26.689-08:00Never in a million yearsI know overly-dramatic much? You guys believe when I say that I never... never thought something like this would happen. If you haven't realized by now from my about me or whatever I'm 25 okay. I've never actually had something I would call a date. I think it's the shyness I have, or that could just be an excuse. I feel kind of like Drew Barrymore in Never been kissed. Actually, I feel a lot like her. In more ways then I can count. I've joked with a few friends of mine how I'm gonna be the one who is 80 something years old with 100 cats, and that's about it. Then I look back over the past few weeks, and maybe, just maybe I'll grow to be someone else. Sure, I'll still be that old lady, but perhaps I'll have the life that most every little girl dreams about you know the one I'm talking about right? The family, the house, the husband. I'm not saying that it will happen now, but just this little bit gives me hope that maybe I'm not doomed to a life I thought I was, that life where I'm alone forever. It's kind of heartbreaking for me to even type something like that, but that is truly how I've felt all my life. That I would be alone forever. That I wouldn't find that one person who makes me feel like I'm worth something, the one person who could complete me. Sorry, I read way to many YA books.<br />
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I will say this though for the time being I'm completely happy with the way things are going. It's nice to feel wanted, loved, worth any amount of time.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-34461761067086131292011-12-12T21:50:00.000-08:002011-12-26T22:20:52.257-08:00Life in generalSo when life sucks or when it completely, totally rocks I will gladly let you know.<br />
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The not so happy me:<br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html">When life gives you lemons!</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/12/nowhere-to-call-home.html">Nowhere to call home.</a><br />
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I'll deal with it sort of happy:<br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/09/dress-shopping-so-not-my-forte.html">Dress shopping...so not my forte.</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/09/oncetwicetwo-times-is-enough.html">Once...twice...two times is enough</a><br />
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Life has those happy days every once in awhile:<br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html">A Christmas worth remembering</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-things-can-happen.html">Good things do happen.</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-stepped-out-of-my-bubble.html">Stepping out of my bubble.</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/phone-calls-books.html">Phone calls, Books, a few things that make me happy</a>Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-33318876807496110132011-12-12T21:41:00.000-08:002011-12-12T21:41:16.014-08:00Work rantsI have to say I'm sure everyone has those days at work you just want to storm out and not go back, but alas you have to because you need the money.<br />
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Here's the way I deal with that: Rant!<br />
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<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-scream-you-scream-and-i-scream-at-you.html">I scream, you scream, I scream louder</a>.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-48737335656349328712011-12-12T21:26:00.000-08:002011-12-12T21:26:31.642-08:00Good things can happen! It's time I have a little good happen to me right?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The rose he gave me at work. :)</td></tr>
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As bitchy as I've sounded the past few times I've made a post, or what not things have seemingly become better (not with the whole home situation) but with different things in my life. I posted a few weeks ago where I finally stepped out of my secure bubble (metaphorically speaking of course) and I went out with a guy and we saw a movie and had dinner. I had fun and it was nice.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9JZjVq19Nj4NytKrk15r64yxnOTQVx7tuQh8Lz9QKFMPRE_kyc85uE4JLveiuZ4YVJRwuYwE_og0FVjgfCNf0vdvLF4_x9uE8XD9zhdHqwJWH_YTyps5Zkdv16A5F9g7g_i-0I-JS39V/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW9JZjVq19Nj4NytKrk15r64yxnOTQVx7tuQh8Lz9QKFMPRE_kyc85uE4JLveiuZ4YVJRwuYwE_og0FVjgfCNf0vdvLF4_x9uE8XD9zhdHqwJWH_YTyps5Zkdv16A5F9g7g_i-0I-JS39V/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>So this past weekend I went out with him again. When he showed up he had a little stuffed dog for me in the passenger seat. How freaking sweet is that? (My stuffed Dog, Rae, to the right) You have to realize that this kind of stuff never happens for me, and it was something new to me so I was thrilled. I know it sounds goofy, but come on guys a stuffed animal. I love animals and I may be 25, but stuffed animals are always fun to get. I still have my beanie baby collection, and a few stuffed tigers and other things. We went to dinner and talked about work (we work at the same place so it's nice that we understand each others work) and our life in general. That's something that I usually don't do with people unless of course you already know what's going on or you know what my family is like. Very few people get to know what my life is actually like. So being able to open up about things was nice. He had to work and they wanted him to stay later (Why I don't know because we close at 6.) He's like nope I can't. They said is it because you have a date? He told them maybe I do. When he told me that it made me feel a little better because I honestly didn't know what to call it. I know I'm stupid we will leave it at that. :P Anyways, after dinner we went and saw The Sitter, and after that he asked if I wanted to meet a few of his friends, go over their house and watch another movie and hang out. I said sure so we ended going over to his friends place and stayed there until about 4am. Poor guy had to be at work Sunday at 12. Anyways, we're actually suppose to go out this coming weekend to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie. (I love me some Robert Downey Jr.) I'm pretty excited.<br />
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Oh, he came to work today and before I left he gave me the rose that I have pictured above. You guys seriously have no idea how speechless I am. (okay, so maybe I'm not speechless here, but you get the idea)Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-88748501154675412042011-12-11T19:16:00.000-08:002011-12-11T19:16:45.697-08:00Movie review:: The Sitter (2011)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghTzGyEY4EOAIrImVZnflQEbuPpgdMZ0N-rVIHRbDm-V8MYYkC0u2mA-rzA3Yh75Jc_q0dCJia1rHXWOKKZWvxuQC0j2D3YS5a_MbY-WehZAdwmOVXMHKtw-kdLnHWCtAnOOLNVVxRpJBo/s1600/thesittermovieposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghTzGyEY4EOAIrImVZnflQEbuPpgdMZ0N-rVIHRbDm-V8MYYkC0u2mA-rzA3Yh75Jc_q0dCJia1rHXWOKKZWvxuQC0j2D3YS5a_MbY-WehZAdwmOVXMHKtw-kdLnHWCtAnOOLNVVxRpJBo/s1600/thesittermovieposter.jpg" /></a></div><div itemprop="description">Movie: The Sitter<br />
</div><div class="txt-block"> <h4 class="inline"> Director:<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0337773/" itemprop="director"><br />
David Gordon Green</a></h4></div><div class="txt-block"> <h4 class="inline"> Writers:<br />
<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2651299/">Brian Gatewood</a>, Alessandro Tanaka</h4><br />
Cast:<br />
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<tr class="odd"><td class="primary_photo"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1706767/"> <img alt="Jonah Hill" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE5NjAzMjQ4Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzg1NjAwNw@@._V1._SY44_CR13,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Jonah Hill" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Jonah Hill" title="Jonah Hill" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE5NjAzMjQ4Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzg1NjAwNw@@._V1._SY44_CR13,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1706767/">Jonah Hill</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Noah Griffith </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="even"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2504006/"> <img alt="Max Records" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjg1NDc3NDc3M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTI3ODY4Mg@@._V1._SY44_CR24,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Max Records" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Max Records" title="Max Records" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjg1NDc3NDc3M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTI3ODY4Mg@@._V1._SY44_CR24,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2504006/">Max Records</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0251618/">Slater</a> </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="odd"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0310966/"> <img alt="Ari Graynor" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTcyNTQyMzI2OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODcxNTcyMQ@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Ari Graynor" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Ari Graynor" title="Ari Graynor" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTcyNTQyMzI2OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODcxNTcyMQ@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0310966/">Ari Graynor</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Marisa Lewis </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="even"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1356578/"> <img alt="J.B. Smoove" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjAyNzI4NDgxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjQ4Mzc1Mg@@._V1._SY44_CR17,0,32,44_.jpg" title="J.B. Smoove" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="J.B. Smoove" title="J.B. Smoove" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjAyNzI4NDgxOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjQ4Mzc1Mg@@._V1._SY44_CR17,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1356578/">J.B. Smoove</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Julio </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="odd"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005377/"> <img alt="Sam Rockwell" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTc2NTM3MzE5NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjg4NDMwNA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Sam Rockwell" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Sam Rockwell" title="Sam Rockwell" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTc2NTM3MzE5NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjg4NDMwNA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005377/">Sam Rockwell</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Karl </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="even"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm4085883/"> <img alt="Landry Bender" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTYyODg0Mjg1MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzMzNjk1NQ@@._V1._SY44_CR12,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Landry Bender" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Landry Bender" title="Landry Bender" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTYyODg0Mjg1MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzMzNjk1NQ@@._V1._SY44_CR12,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm4085883/">Landry Bender</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0251620/">Blithe</a> </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="odd"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3172776/"> <img alt="Kevin Hernandez" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTMyNTU4OTM3MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODE0MzQ3NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Kevin Hernandez" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Kevin Hernandez" title="Kevin Hernandez" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTMyNTU4OTM3MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODE0MzQ3NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3172776/">Kevin Hernandez</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0251619/">Rodrigo</a> </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="even"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3954896/"> <img alt="Kylie Bunbury" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjEyMjEwODU2NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTM0NjU0NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Kylie Bunbury" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Kylie Bunbury" title="Kylie Bunbury" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjEyMjEwODU2NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTM0NjU0NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3954896/">Kylie Bunbury</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Roxanne </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="odd"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006439/"> <img alt="Erin Daniels" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE2MTI4MTg4MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDkxNTAwMg@@._V1._SY44_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Erin Daniels" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Erin Daniels" title="Erin Daniels" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE2MTI4MTg4MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDkxNTAwMg@@._V1._SY44_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006439/">Erin Daniels</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Mrs. Pedulla </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="even"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0595631/"> <img alt="D.W. Moffett" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTkwNzYyNTY0NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTE5ODE3Mw@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="D.W. Moffett" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="D.W. Moffett" title="D.W. Moffett" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTkwNzYyNTY0NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTE5ODE3Mw@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0595631/">D.W. Moffett</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Dr. Pedulla </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="odd"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0372961/"> <img alt="Jessica Hecht" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTUyNDA3MzUxM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTM1NTQ0NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Jessica Hecht" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Jessica Hecht" title="Jessica Hecht" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTUyNDA3MzUxM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTM1NTQ0NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0372961/">Jessica Hecht</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Sandy Griffith </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="even"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0022883/"> <img alt="Bruce Altman" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BNzE2Njk4NzQ3M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzAyODE3MQ@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Bruce Altman" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Bruce Altman" title="Bruce Altman" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BNzE2Njk4NzQ3M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzAyODE3MQ@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0022883/">Bruce Altman</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Jim Griffith </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="odd"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0541218/"> <img alt="Method Man" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTI1ODcyMzY4NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMjM4NjU4._V1._SY44_CR10,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Method Man" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Method Man" title="Method Man" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTI1ODcyMzY4NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMjM4NjU4._V1._SY44_CR10,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0541218/">Method Man</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Jacolby (as Cliff 'Method Man' Smith) </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="even"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2690164/"> <img alt="Sean Patrick Doyle" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjEyNjkwODI2OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjM0MzE4NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Sean Patrick Doyle" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Sean Patrick Doyle" title="Sean Patrick Doyle" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjEyNjkwODI2OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjM0MzE4NA@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2690164/">Sean Patrick Doyle</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> Garv </div></td> </tr>
<tr class="odd"> <td class="primary_photo"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1842974/"> <img alt="Alex Wolff" class="loadlate" height="44" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTYwMDcxMzM5MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzAwOTI5Mg@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" title="Alex Wolff" width="32" /><noscript><img height="44" width="32" alt="Alex Wolff" title="Alex Wolff" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTYwMDcxMzM5MF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzAwOTI5Mg@@._V1._SX32_CR0,0,32,44_.jpg" class="" /></noscript> </a> </td> <td class="name"> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1842974/">Alex Wolff</a> </td> <td class="ellipsis"> ... </td> <td class="character"> <div> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0259942/">Clayton</a> </div></td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="txt-block"> </div><div class="txt-block">OUTLINE:</div><div class="txt-block">A comedy about a college student on suspension who is coaxed into babysitting the kids next door, though he is fully unprepared for the wild night ahead of him. </div><div class="txt-block"> </div><div class="txt-block">MY THOUGHTS:</div><div class="txt-block">I went to see this last night without any idea of what it was really about. The guy I went out with wanted to see it so I was like why not. I thought it would be stupid just because alot of the movies Jonah Hill plays in are kinda of, and yes this one was a little ridiculous I found that as it went on that it got a little better, and I adored the kids that were in it. I had a feeling somethin was going on with slater. ( he was an adorable kid) When Noah sat down and had a talk with him I was like that is sweet. Like I said as the movie went on Noah's softer side seemed to come out, and he begin to like the kids. Boy, the things he and those kids went through though.</div><div class="txt-block"></div><div class="txt-block">All in all it was an ok movie I would recommend seeing it, but I would wait until it came out on DVD.<br />
</div>Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-72948202228781635012011-12-11T18:21:00.000-08:002011-12-11T18:21:43.030-08:00Nowhere to call homeIt amazes me that for someone who doesn't do anything to anybody and has been nothing, but nice and supportive and helps people out when they're in the dumps that I could be treated like total shit. When we're through with you will just kick you out, and you can find somewhere else to go. (Problem with this is I have nowhere to go.) Just when you think things start to look up someone pulls that rug from underneath you and you fall on your ass. By the way, it's not a good feeling, and I can only hope that you never have to have that feeling. (Okay, maybe in a way I do, but I'm a little bitter about it.)<br />
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The worse part about this is I'm being made out like the bad guy here. You all have a family so you should get the special treatment is that right? I'm just one, single person so I should be able to make it with what little I have compared to your two incomes, and other things you all get for free. How does that seem right? Yes, <i>maybe</i>, I sound a little bitchy. <i>Maybe</i>, I'm being unfair, but you know what I have that right just as much as anyone else. I'm sorry, but I'm the one who got the raw end of this deal. Still I tried to be a better person. I haven't lived now in the house since the middle of November yet, I paid you rent for December because again everyone made me feel guilty, made me out to be a bad person because I didn't give notice. And you're wondering why I'm mad? Why I'm holding this grudge? I don't mind paying some maybe even half since my stuff is still in the room, but all of it. I'm sorry that in my opinion was wrong. Yes, maybe in the near future I can forgive and forget. (You're family after all.) For now, I'm still pissed, and don't think that will change anytime real soon.<br />
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You see it as being okay because hell I can just go live with mom and her husband or dad and his wife. News flash I was trying to get away from that. I didn't want to do that. So basically I have nowhere to call home because these homes belong to them.<br />
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AAshley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-72834977480193676272011-11-18T21:26:00.000-08:002011-11-18T21:26:55.050-08:00Movie review: A very Harold a Kumar Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1DGDm_vuwN_VG6FylM2aNVVzKKPfp6vbzlD87VuuUHlEBH8ihjjkSupdKIuHkJPvUcdttY3Ferce37MQJj5EagwVwXMzRpuGptIrSNWhB28HQrqjpJ5FVFfhSJkJmzsLjy80-3994alMg/s1600/averyharoldandkumarchristmasmovie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1DGDm_vuwN_VG6FylM2aNVVzKKPfp6vbzlD87VuuUHlEBH8ihjjkSupdKIuHkJPvUcdttY3Ferce37MQJj5EagwVwXMzRpuGptIrSNWhB28HQrqjpJ5FVFfhSJkJmzsLjy80-3994alMg/s1600/averyharoldandkumarchristmasmovie.jpg" /></a></div><div class="txt-block"><h4 class="inline">Director: </h4><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0833889/" itemprop="director">Todd Strauss-Schulson</a></div><div class="txt-block"><h4 class="inline">Writers: </h4><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1375358/">Jon Hurwitz</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1376383/">Hayden Schlossberg</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1268799/fullcredits#writers"> and 2 more credits</a> » </div><div class="txt-block"><h4 class="inline">Stars:</h4><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0671980/" itemprop="actors">Kal Penn</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0158626/" itemprop="actors">John Cho</a> and Neil Patrick Harris<br />
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Outline:<br />
Six years have elapsed since Guantanamo Bay, leaving Harold and Kumar estranged from one another with very different families, friends and lives. But when Kumar arrives on Harold's doorstep during the holiday season with a mysterious package in hand, he inadvertently burns down Harold's father-in-law's beloved Christmas tree. To fix the problem, Harold and Kumar embark on a mission through New York City to find the perfect Christmas tree, once again stumbling into trouble at every single turn.</div><div class="txt-block"><br />
</div><div class="txt-block">My thoughts:</div><div class="txt-block">This is the first movie that I actually went and saw with someone besides people I'm use to seeing movies with. A guy from work and I went to see it. Now I watched Harold and Kumar Guantanamo bay movie and actually enjoyed it, but this was awesome. I'm not much for the stoner type movies and whatever, but I laughed about 90% of the time. It's not something for children to see. It had some nude scenes among other things. The poor baby that was in it was on some drugs. She kept getting put into situations where she would inhale or swallow something.<br />
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I really do need to watch a few of the other movies.</div>Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-6092320125895752622011-11-16T21:56:00.000-08:002011-11-16T21:56:57.264-08:00Music: Leave at all the rest by Linkin ParkArtist: Linkin Park<br />
Song: Leave at all the rest<br />
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Lyrics:<br />
<b>"Leave Out All The Rest"</b><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px;"> I dreamed I was missing<br />
You were so scared<br />
But no one would listen<br />
'Cause no one else cared<br />
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After my dreaming<br />
I woke with this fear<br />
What am I leaving<br />
When I'm done here?<br />
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So if you're asking me<br />
I want you to know<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
When my time comes<br />
Forget the wrong that I've done<br />
Help me leave behind some<br />
Reasons to be missed<br />
And don't resent me<br />
And when you're feeling empty<br />
Keep me in your memory<br />
Leave out all the rest<br />
Leave out all the rest<br />
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Don't be afraid<br />
I've taken my beating<br />
I've shared what I've made<br />
I'm strong on the surface<br />
Not all the way through<br />
I've never been perfect<br />
But neither have you<br />
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So if you're asking me<br />
I want you to know<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
When my time comes<br />
Forget the wrong that I've done<br />
Help me leave behind some<br />
Reasons to be missed<br />
Don't resent me<br />
And when you're feeling empty<br />
Keep me in your memory<br />
Leave out all the rest<br />
Leave out all the rest<br />
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Forgetting all the hurt inside<br />
You've learned to hide so well<br />
Pretending someone else can come<br />
And save me from myself<br />
I can't be who you are<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
When my time comes<br />
Forget the wrong that I've done<br />
Help me leave behind some<br />
Reasons to be missed<br />
Don't resent me<br />
And when you're feeling empty<br />
Keep me in your memory<br />
Leave out all the rest<br />
Leave out all the rest<br />
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Forgetting all the hurt inside<br />
You've learned to hide so well<br />
Pretending someone else can come<br />
And save me from myself<br />
I can't be who you are<br />
I can't be who you are </div><br />
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My thoughts:<br />
Ever since I heard this song I've loved it. I'm not sure what pulled me to it. I guess it's that when I'm having a bad day this is the song I listen to. I can't be someone else, and I hate it when people compare one person with another because no one is a like.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-37398819454257027672011-11-16T02:13:00.000-08:002011-11-16T02:13:03.008-08:00I stepped out of my bubble.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrcqFWwgYB6XvSENMaSxxD8bGF09ih3n877L3OZgRD5262Q_bqSZMiGMjuB5ZJqJe5jBAXRSoofNxhv2GOn8a6iQdRTAWJSSxRyAPh5WVpB5wy3tV_k6E2bWb90pbDsCu2T3IVx8xbnAg/s1600/stepoutofbubblegraphic.jpg" /></div>That's right you guys I have finally taken that step. If you know anything about me then you know, I like to be comfortable. In order for that to happen I tend to stay inside this bubble where I'm safe, and I know that the only things that can hurt me are the things that are already in it with me. Does that make sense? If I get hurt it's because of close friends or family. Other then them I'm pretty much a closed book. <br />
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A little history lesson about me feels like it's in order for me to explain what I'm talking about. I've never been one to be outgoing or what do they call them extroverts. I've always enjoyed staying home, being in my home, doing my own thing and not having to worry about what other people think. I've always been that shy, wanting to please everyone, not cause problems sort of person. I always had trouble making friends, and just being outgoing. in elementary, middle and high school I always had those few close friends (although they were different friends in each school) still I never had an overwhelming amount. I didn't participate in any clubs or sports because I had what a doctor called social anxiety, and to this day 8 years later (after high school) I still have it I think. There's a lot of things I could get into right here, but I'll just say that if I go out it's usually with a few friends I've known forever, or a group of people. I mean once I know you awhile then yes I'm fine, and we're cool. It's those first few times together that are a little awkward for me so I've just kept away from it. This time though it was different just me and someone else (who I've known for a year or two maybe) and besides work we've never much talked or gone out. So when I was asked to it really shocked the hell out of me. I decided that maybe it was time for that move, take a step in a direction I'm not use to. So I said yes. We went to eat and then to see a movie, and believe it or not I had fun.<br />
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That's pretty much all I have to say. :)<br />
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I can honestly say I would never be able to spend an hour or so talking to other friends that live near me about books, publishers, our blogs, or other social media that we as book bloggers use to connect to each other. I've only actually talked to one other blogger on the phone. (although we text alot) It's nice though, and if I could I would probably with others as well.<br />
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That's all I just thought I'd share that.<br />
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Henry Joost</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1413364/" itemprop="director">Ariel Schulman</a></h4></div><div class="txt-block"> <h4 class="inline"> Writers:<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0484907/"><br />
Christopher B. Landon</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2305431/">Oren Peli</a> <span>(characters)</span></h4></div><div class="txt-block"> <h4 class="inline">Stars:<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3785503/" itemprop="actors"><br />
Chloe Csengery</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1053580/" itemprop="actors">Jessica Tyler Brown</a> and Christopher Nicholas Smith<br />
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Outline:<br />
In 1988, young sisters Katie and Kristi befriend an invisible entity who resides in their home. <br />
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MY THOUGHTS:<br />
Wow, this was bad. I don't usually say that about movies, books or anything. This actually was bad though. I guess it's a good thing I didn't actually have to pay for it. (Thanks Aubrey.) I've watched every one of the PA movies that have come out, and the first one was probably the best of them. This one sucked. There was one part during the whole hour and a half that literally made the entire theatre jump out of the seats. That's it. What I don't get is why the heck are they going backwards with the movies. The first started off with the girls as adults, who in this one are kids. Whatever. </h4><h4 class="inline"></h4><h4 class="inline"></h4><h4 class="inline">TOne thing that was different about this was the rotating fan from the kitchen to the living room. It had potential to bring some scary moments to the movie when it went back and forth, but it never did. #fail on their part<br />
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I would recommend just waiting for it to come out on DVD, and rent it from Redbox for 1.00 because that's pretty much all it's worth.</h4></div>Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-41245254627741788422011-10-15T22:52:00.000-07:002011-10-15T22:52:29.475-07:00Rangers are World Series Bound...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonight the Rangers are World Series bound for the second year in a row. Last year they ended up losing to the SF Pirates (I think) Hopefully, they can go ALL the WAY this year! They beat the Detroit Tigers with a 15 to 5 score tonight. WAY to go boys! I get a little camera happy so even though I was at home watching the game I still took pictures of the celebration. I'm a dork I know.</div><br />
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John Singleton</a></h4></div><div class="txt-block"><h4 class="inline">Writer:<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0159900/"><br />
Shawn Christensen</a></h4></div><div class="txt-block"><h4 class="inline">Stars:<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1210124/" itemprop="actors"><br />
Taylor Lautner</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2934314/" itemprop="actors">Lily Collins</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000547/" itemprop="actors">Alfred Molina</a></h4></div><br />
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Nathan, a teen, along with his friend, Karen finds a website that has photos of children who are missing or believed to have been abducted. They decide to age one of the photos and discover that is of Nathan as a child. He contacts the person who placed the photo to find out what's going on. The person on the other end only wants to know info about Nathan so Nathan hangs up. The person then contacts someone in Europe and shows him a photo of the one who called. He then heads for the U.S. Nathan then wonders is it true, was he abducted. He tells his "mom" who then tells him she and his "father" will tell him. But before they can, two men claiming to be cops show up wanting to talk to Nathan, and when he isn't found they pull guns and demand Nathan be given to them. His parents fight them but are killed. Nathan runs but remembers that he asked Karen to come over...<br />
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What to say...what to say. I'm going to be straight here. I actually just wanted to see this because I've read some really bad reviews of it, and I wanted to have my own take on it. I'm not overly in love with Taylor Lautner. I think he did a good job in the twilight movies, and as a lead character in this movie he was alright as well. I'm not going to jump and down and say it was awesome because it wasn't really. It also was not horrible like some said it was. It had me engaged in Nathan's story. We find out things about him as he found them out so it was all good there. I'll admit it was a little slow getting started, and in the beginning it was more of a romance-y type feel. Nathan watching Karen and vice versa. I think they could have left out the romance part. I didn't really see where there was a need for it. I was not happy with Lily Collins acting either. It was eh. Which sucks because she's playing Clary, the main character in the upcoming Mortal Instruments Movies. (I can't see her as Clary)<br />
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The action scenes were pretty good, and I enjoyed some of the veterans that were in it. I usually am horrible at recognizing actors from other tv shows I watch, but the FBI guy was someone I recognize from another cop show.<br />
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Question: I read someone else asked the same thing, but why call the movie Abduction when technically nobody was abducted.<br />
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Anyways, I'm not much of a reviewer on movies, but that's my take.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-76658553904972056292011-10-07T21:21:00.000-07:002011-10-07T21:21:35.448-07:00Music: allI have very few things in life that I actually love. (None at this moment are people) What are they? Reading, books, movies, my cat (when she's not irritating) and music. I use to go crazy buying older cds from groups I listened to back in middle and high school, but I've recently stopped. (I blame the books) I do however, have quite a collection of cd's before I stopped. I'm very proud of them even though they're stuck in bags and not out. (my room is to small). This section isn't to much of reviews on the cds or music. it's more of a what I feel for the music at that time section.<br />
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I'll post songs I enjoy, and have some kind of meaning to me. You get the idea?<br />
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<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-sky-full-of-lighters.html">Lighters </a>by Eminem ft Bruno Mars and Royce Da 5'9Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-70117117239022449312011-10-05T12:08:00.000-07:002011-12-12T21:52:02.238-08:00Movie Reviews: AllBesides reading and buying books another one of my other favorite things to do is movie watching whether it's at home in the comfort of my bed, or out in the theatre with my friends. Here are some of the ones I've seen (old or new) These are only my opinions of the movie, and therefore should only be taken lightly. I'm in no way a movie critic or whatever. :)<br />
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<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/12/movie-review-sitter-2011.html">The Sitter (2011) </a><br />
Breaking Dawn Pt 1(2011) (review coming soon)<br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/11/movie-review-very-harold-kumar.html">A Very Harold and Kumar Christmas (2011)</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/movie-review-paranormal-activity-3.html">Paranormal Activity 3 (2011)</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/movie-review-abduction.html">Abduction (2011)</a><br />
<a href="http://angelicnytmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/movie-review-dolphin-tale.html">Dolphin Tale (2011) </a>Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-57153010816304402522011-10-03T22:12:00.000-07:002011-10-03T22:12:58.818-07:00Movie Review: Dolphin Tale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHGyMUc_76t84ZVfnxt_5gUIc1GW1VZwJESke89XNwdGJzkQq8dateJWfdqqvu6j6HDpqY85qlfnc0_fbCw73bqiCRK02smiWUQEoMBumVDT_aCSWlxXJWKBVdypY7u-aT25Bv7uoLClF/s1600/dolphintaleposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHGyMUc_76t84ZVfnxt_5gUIc1GW1VZwJESke89XNwdGJzkQq8dateJWfdqqvu6j6HDpqY85qlfnc0_fbCw73bqiCRK02smiWUQEoMBumVDT_aCSWlxXJWKBVdypY7u-aT25Bv7uoLClF/s320/dolphintaleposter.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>Movie: Dolphin Tale<br />
Release Date: September 23, 2011<br />
Type: Drama, Family <br />
Rated: PG<br />
Director:<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001747/" itemprop="director">Charles Martin Smith</a> <br />
Writers:<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0418321/">Karen Janszen</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0238247/">Noam Dromi</a><br />
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A lonely and friendless boy finds and untangles a hurt dolphin that is caught in a crab trap. He becomes very attached to the dolphin when the tail must be taken off to save the dolphin's life. The boy believes the dolphin would be able to swim normally if it was given a prosthetic tail.<br />
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I went and saw this the other night with my friend, and I have to say it was an adorable movie. Not many movies make me want to cry, but ones with animals always tend to have that affect on me especially if the animal is hurt, or something is going to happen. (Marley and me, The fox and the hound) I felt so bad for winter, and everytime they went to try a tail on her, and it didn't work I was sad. I think what makes this worse is that it's based on a true story (<a href="http://www.seewinter.com/">See Winter Website</a>). These kinds of movies always make me want to try and help those that can't help themselves.<br />
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So today my mom had her wedding, and I was believe it or not very happy for her. She deserves happiness, and if this is how she gets it then I'm 100% supportive. Although, it was not a major wedding (and some people that should have been there weren't) It was good, and I think the people that matter most to the bride and groom were there. :)<br />
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The people in the pictures are Tr (groom), Emily (bride my mom), The three guys are Tr and his brothers, Mom's Stepdad, Cousins, Uncle, Cousins kids, Amy, (brides sister),Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326153355636812939.post-81848152542672605312011-09-29T22:31:00.000-07:002011-09-30T21:46:05.430-07:00When life gives you lemons..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-jeprnehvDaTtcRwey__g1d7wPcUGbQhvugSw8UpKWQVDRI3iPoYK121gKAdnj-FVZqDCJqrRDpE-RBPyHnVOvWeGp9be-XEw5jQ_29Kd1nizR4PZopsqVfDMlk5yOpvdbl4N9v9gvTN/s320/lemonbooks.jpg" width="320" /></div>The picture above has absolutely nothing to do with my post, but I liked it. -shrugs- <br />
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</div>So it goes when life gives you lemon...make lemonade right? Well that would take to much fuckin time. Get a cup,squeeze the lemons, fill the cup with water, put sugar in the cup (otherwise you'll have some sour ass water), and stir. Waste time much? I'd much rather.....<br />
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I guess I'm just a little irritated. I shouldn't be because I completely understand where they're coming from (and if y'all read this. Here's what I think...) I know I said I wasn't mad, and I'm not mad at y'all just at the situation you're now leaving me in. Try to step in my shoes. I'm by myself. I'm not married, the job I do have doesn't pay all that great. (I know it's a job so stop complaining) My credit is pretty much fucked from my last apt I did have. (which by the way I fucked up the payments with them because I moved in with y'all early) so now I'm left with very limited options here. Those being: Move in with mom (who is getting married today I guess because it's past midnight.) Possibly move in with Dad/and his wife (who live almost an hour away from here and my job and everyone else.) Yeah, that's pretty much all I got. It's funny how when everything starts going semi-decent something always, and I mean ALWAYS finds away to mess it up.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8f8fY_E0WiETKmb5Jyc7QcCBM3X1QYUI103foXOY2m7_wkLqG42wOZfeDUkAphBQkL8a-gXWG8_eN9oHf45Ij2bg3XOB2avfA4F2mw82WdYhEn6Lbt18bSTjIO3bKmo6P1BQSQHCVMA2t/s1600/lemonlife.jpg" />a</div>I guess what I don't understand is why would you want to move back into a smaller duplex/apt with limited space and practically no backyard or garage when you have it very nice here. A nice big backyard for the kids to play in (swingset and pool included) a garage to put your cars during our Texas weather. I help pay rent, electric/water (which in return saves some money for you) What's worse is I barely come out of my room. I don't bother y'all. I'm quite content in my room, and you have the whole rest of the house to do whatever. Never once have I complained about having to share a bathroom or the kids screaming or whatever. It doesn't bother me. I'm fine. I was happy, and now you want to ruin it. Family isn't suppose to do that. I guess I should be completely use to it by now though. Huh? Everyone at some point is going to disappointment, and now it's your turn. Thanks for making feel like an idiot for trusting you and believing you would be different then our parents. Mom leaves us back in my middle school years for god only knows. That left you, me, and dad. You get married and have a family. That leaves me and Dad for awhile which was awesome. We did things together we were a family.Then Dad decides being married and having (a psychopathic 2nd wife) is more important, and doesn't want to believe me. That now leaves you and me. Then he divorces a little later and sells our home which I grew to love. That leaves me to go where? Nebraska. That was my only choice. I had to get away from everyone. Be on my own away from the people who emotionally hurt me. (Did you know that about me? I bet not.) I come back a month later realizing that maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do, and maybe family does mean something to me. (Again, I have myself to blame) Dad finally gets married a third time which isn't bad. He seems happy. I'm happy he's happy. Now I feel like it's you and me in this family. Okay, fine mom is back, and I still have my brother. I think that living with you and your family will help us all financially. Was I not right? Now what? You don't need me, my help. Issues! I have plenty of them and not a one I want.<br />
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I don't think anyone fully understands how I work, how I feel, how totally fucked up things actually are for me, how my mind takes things and twists them, and it sucks. Would I actually tell y'all? No, because that's not me. I feel better writing. Letting my words on here express how I truly feel, and how I truly am. This is why trusting anyone (family) is not a good idea. This is why I keep things to myself. This is why no one truly knows how I feel. (The only people that will ever know are people who have never met me. These are the people I open up to, and if you read this then I hope you know who you are.) Life is a game and I'm merely it's pawn.Ashley @ Bookaholics Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17547219343580390070noreply@blogger.com0