What do you do when a friend makes a bad decision? You try to talk them out of it right? But sometimes there's one person that tells your friend exactly what they want to hear, and now they're impervious to all sense. I tried to be like Job's friends, before they put their two cents in. I kept silent and only gave my opinion when it was requested of me. Of course, they had "considered my advice" and "really took it to heart"; all they really wanted was to calm their conscience by telling me what they decided, because they knew I wasn't going to just leave them to fend for themselves. I really hate it when people know me so well that they know how to use me.

So then I read about Nathan and his brave words to King David. He could have gotten killed for what he said to him. And I tried that. When that didn't work. I could tell in their face that they knew my statements were true, and my logic both valid and sound. Too bad it didn't coincide with what they want.

I'm really scared for her right now. But what do you do when you feel like you're screaming to a friend that's encased themself in a soundproof box?

Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat...wait...huh?

I got to be a nun for a whole day. It was very exciting. And then I was a model for Paris' 2-D art class. No, not a nude model, very funny, sicko. I got to sit on a giant blue ball, on a table. None of the artists were very good...they made my nose really big...

...

Wait...

As impending doom deviously creeps...

So homecoming is coming up next week. That's a b....witch-fest waiting to happen. Good thing the only way I'll be involved is with the band. Not even going to the dance this year. I'm going to visit some relatives in Illinois instead. I haven't seen them in awhile, whereas I see people I don't generally...prefer... nearly every day. I think I've made a good decision, no matter how often Shelby says I'll regret it. Honestly, what am I going to miss? Let's see...getting dressed up to go to another steakhouse...putting on makeup to stand in a dark room for four hours...fixing problems that aren't mine...and guys grinding. Yup, I'll be missing a lot.

On a high note, Jeremy's wedding is this Saturday. He's excited, whether he says he is or not. You should have seen the stuff he was putting together for the ceremony and reception. He was tying bows for Pete's sake. And he was planning on how to decorate his arch. Direct quote: "Ashley, do you think these (purple and orange ribbon) will look good?" Disregard his lack of color coordination, it's the fact that he cared. Ahhahaha. I can't wait.

I don't like calculus.

AP Calc...ugh. The title says it all. I'm not going to elaborate. You know what else I don't like? Girls that plan their life around their highschool boyfriend. Honestly. It's stupid. If you're reading this, don't do it. I couldn't believe how many girls told me today that they weren't sure what college they were going to because they didn't know where their boyfriend was going, or that they weren't going to college at all, or that they "just don't know what to do" about their ex. It made me very sad. You just can't do that to yourself. Distance sucks, yeah, but if you really care about them, it'll work out. Don't cheat yourself out of an education just because that's what he wants you to do. That's about the stupidest thing you can do. And if he's an ex, there's nothing to do. Apparently, that's why you broke up with him. If he's really causing you that much trouble, get a retraining order, or a life.

I'm going to go home and drink some coffee. Black.