So I sent off my short to the film contest. Unfortunately, you're supposed to be eighteen to enter. Logically, I fibbed a bit. Now I am grandpa's "favorite 1988 Ashley". No worries, I've been told that I look twenty seven now. I don't think I'll appreciate that fact so much when I'm in middle age.
Work should be interesting today. Carrie's last night, and she's not really planning on coming back to work, which is understandable but sucky all the same. We watched Aqua Teen Hunger Force last night, and made a mess of her kitchen, which was amusing. We were mixing cranberry concentrate and pink lemonade mix...it looked like everything was splattered with blood by the time we were done. And we found out, unfortunately, that ice tea shakes are not very appetizing. Tonight I'm going over to Kayla's to hang out with her, Meg, and Carrie. Should be fun. And hormonal. And involving lots of chocolate and reruns of Friends.
Well, I should probably use my time more wiselier and call up Elmhurst. Toodles.
Ew. I'm never using toodles again. Yuck.
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