6000 veiws....okay, this thousand came faster than the past ones have, so we're starting to get somewhere.
i need to start posting more interesting shit, or just go and do more fanart. xDD let me guess...if i drew one picture of Edward kissing Jacob, my page would have an overload.

hm...that's an idea. lmfao.
thanks for those of you who come and browse.
i love you much.

The most unforgivable thing an arist can do is destroy another artist's work.

I just watched a man paint over my painting.

I may be young, and I may have a lot to learn, but I am not this man's student, he is not my teacher, and no one in their right mind would do this to a peer.

I feel sick.

for an explaination:
i'm painting a mural at the "hookah shisha lounge" in Kaiserslautern. I always went in there and admired the paintings on the inside, because they're good. not my style, but good. The owner asked me to paint the outside walls, and I did. Last week the artist Alexandro came back to visit, and we agreed he'd help me out ("I give you some tips, and you do the painting.") He started off right away trying to give me a basic instruction on how to paint. (Ashley's thoughts: "I already know how to paint. hence the fact that there's a gigantic painting on the wall. I don't need a lesson on how to make green from blue and yellow."). I let him know that I've had classes, I've had lessons, and I have a style.
He picked up the paintbrush, and started making strokes all over the wall. I didn't even know what to do. He and I were the only ones present who spoke english, and I was in complete and utter shock. How could anyone just do that with absolutely no thought and no permission? how could an expressionist painter think that painting over the top of another artist's painting would be even a vaguely good idea, especially considering the difference in styles?

I'm going to be sick.
That is the most disrespectful thing i've ever seen.
My throat closed up, and I had to leave. There was no undoing the damage he just did, and I had no way of expressing myself without screaming (I can't do that. I especially didn't want him to see me burst into tears.)
I tried to grab my stuff and get to my car before the tidal wave, but the fucker chased me down and beat me to my car, realizing what an idiotic thing he just did.
the lesson obviously didn't sink in, considering he spent the next three hours trying to give me a drawing lesson. I have the evidence in my sketchbook forever that I can draw better than he can.

lKSNKONDFSGNASJ;ODFNAJDFSNKIADSNF

FUCK.

here's a picture of the painting pre-vandalism. Maybe not as good as he can do, but it's still my work. my painting.
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un-fucking-beleivable.

A guy gave me a nickname today, and I really like it.

There are certain nicknames that I get every once in a while, some stick, some don't, some are flattering, some aren't. A short history, shall we?
Jack - my middle school "code name"
BadAsh- The one that means the most, in letters from a family friend while in iraq.
Woman - well, not everyone can know your real name.
Crazy Bitch - An unfortunate name from the golf team after I bit another team member. He hit me across the face with a tinfoil penis covered in mayonaise. I tried to hit him back with it, and he grabbed my wrists, hence the biting.
Amazon - Well i'm fuckin huge. There's an obvious reason for that one lmao.
Glamazon - Thank you Posey. I am the glamazon.
Rapunzel - What some people at work call me.

and now.....
Thrashley. May sound silly, i know. It's my "street name" from a newfound friend. I think I just like the way it sounds. cool thing is he called me Thrashley or Thrash all night. Twas pretty awesome, yo.
{I had told him my name is actually spelled Ashl3ey (the three is silent you see, to show off what an individualist I am. not very indiviual, considering it's a reference to Tom Lehrer, but still.) and it evolved into Thrashley somehow.}

I think i'm just dying for a change. I'm in the oddest set of circumstances right now, and I can't live like this much longer. A new nickname is always the marker for a new spot in my life. Let's hope this spot turns out for the best.
Finally something to look forward to: I'm signed up for an art show here on base. Not very exciting, considering that the people mainly in the show will be basketweaving officer's wives with too much time on their hands, but it's still a step forward.

To-Do list: I need to not work so much at macaroni hell, find a productive way to patch up my broken bleeding heart (boo hoo. *<- sarcasm* duct tape should work quite nicely ), get my ass to the gym, look into better colleges, see if guy will fix my car, and find some time to do some freaking art.
ready? let's go.

God it's been a lovely day; everything's been going my way,
I took out the trash today, and I'm ON FIRE....

That song totally describes my day....
A day like this makes me want to sing that song xD
Sorry about ANOTHER journal post...
I just figured that I may as well post something happy.
I've had the best day ever...kinda. I woke up, I wasn't tired at all (despite getting up slightly early), and the antibiotics are really kicking ass, because I feel great.

Any day is great when you wake up with your scale loving you. Down to 165. Okay, sure, it's probobly just loss of muscle mass or from not eating because I can't friggin swallow anything (that's what she said), but who gives a fuck. I haven't been this light in a while.
The bx was opened, so I went on a little personal shopping spree. I got movies, shampoo, more bodypaint (YAY), and a bunch of new underwear. I FUCKING LOVE NEW UNDERWEAR. IT'S GOT FUCKING LACE ON IT. huzzah. And it was on sale due to first-day-ness.
oh, I bought my little brother a birthday present.
I made a shit-ton of tips at work! Over a hundred bucks....I hope this keeps up. I'll be able to pay for another class, and even maybe my insurance. lmao.
Also, before work i got to chill on the CORONA BUS. Nothing better than a beer bus (even though I don't like the beer.)

Fuck yes. It's been a lovely day.

"Good Day" by the Dresden Dolls
So you don't want to hear about my good song?
And you don't want to hear about how i am getting on
With all the things that i can get done
The sun is in the sky & i am by my lonesome
So you don't want to hear about my good day?
You have better things to do than to hear me say

God its been a lovely day! everything's been going my way
I took out the trash today and i'm on fire...

So you don't want to hear about my good friends?
You don't have the guts to take the truth or consequence
Success is in the eye of the beholder
And its looking even better over your cold shoulder

I'm not suggesting you get to line me up for questioning
But Jesus think about the bridges you are burning
And i'm betting
That even though you knew it from the start
You'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart

So go ahead and talk about your bad day...
I want all the details of the pain and misery
That you are inflicting on the others
I consider them my sisters and I want their numbers

God its been a lovely day! everything's been going my way
I took up croquet today and i'm on fire

I picked up the pieces of my broken ego
I have finally made my peace as far as you and me go
But i'd love to have you up to see the place
& i'd like to do more than survive i'd like to rub it in your face.....

Hey! its been a lovely day! everything's been going my way
I had so much fun today and i'm on fire
God it's been a lovely day everything's been going my way
Ever since you went away hey i'm on fire.....
I'm on fire...
I'm on fire...
So you don't want to hear about my good day?

i'm infected, by your genetics

lol
okay, Repo! moment aside,
I'm sick. This totally explains why i've felt so crappy lately.

I was in the E.R. yesterday, I was throwing up this morning (not like there was anything TO throw up considering I haven't eaten since right after the hospital), I'm freezing, or overheating, and it hurts to move.
Doctor says i'm not contagious, and that I can go back to work, but this still makes me angry...It means that work is really going to suck, and that I won't be able to finish painting the hookah bar until I get better (for those of you who didn't know, i'm painting the outside walls of a hookah lounge, and I'm almost finished D: )
*sigh*

This is also when all of the fests are going on....
and I'm REALLY pissed about that. Nothin better than going to a german fest, drinking oversized beers, and pretending to know the german songs (or just clap along. There's always clapping).



This morning's loving conversation:
Ash: "Mom....I just threw up..."
Mom: "Well what do you want me to do about it?"
Ash: "...I don't know. I just thought you should know" (my mom is a doctor >.< )
Mom: "Well if you don't want to go to brunch then go back to sleep or something."
Ash: "okay..... *falls back asleep*
Mom: "Get up and fold some laundry or something."
Ash: "*asleep* ....okay...."
Mom: "Did you fall back asleep? YOU'RE THE LAZIEST AND MOST WORTHLESS HUMAN BEING ON THE PLANET!!!!"
Ash ".....okay....." *sick, shivering, falls back asleep*

Yay. Another person to try and make me feel worthless
I'm so excited.

now to go and down some pain killers and attempt to eat some yogurt.

I need to find time to paint.
Not painting makes me angry and stressed.

*edit* and on the plus (or negative) side, I'm down to 167 from 174 in a couple days....not a good thing, but makes me (and the scale) happy none the less.