I can't describe how much I want this semester to be over with. I'm just not happy to be here and I really want to go home. I'm struggling debating whether or not I should come back over winter to take a course. If I do, it will definitely help make things easier with graduating and such. But being up here alone for three weeks sounds miserable. I feel so lost about everything that I just want to cry.

A Four Letter Word

Today was perfect. I cant remember the last time i was this happy.

About a year ago, I gave up the one thing I thought i couldnt live without. Well i lived without it for several months, and it turns out i was just fooling myself. It always felt like there was something missing, it just took me awhile to figure out what it was.

So, here i am again. Im back for the second time. And i can tell you that i am never letting go. I realize what a fool ive been and how stupid i was for giving up something so great. I have it back and i promise ill do whatever it takes to make it last. I know this is what i want, its where i belong. Tears come to my eyes as i write this because i feel awful for the pain i caused. I hurt the one person i loved(and still love) the most. To you, i am sorry a thousand times. I cant take back the hurt i caused, but ill do whatever i can to make up for it. I am so lucky to get a second chance and this time ill never once take it for granted.

I now know what i want and i can say, with a smile on my face, that i will never want anything different. This is as good as it gets and I would be stupid to give it up. I am in love and always will be.

Forever Yours,

Ashley Kristine

Hooters Halloween

If someone had told me when I was 7 years old, when my Halloweens consisted of trick-or-treating and candy eating, that my Halloweens would turn into a weekend of plain drunkenness (sorry Mom and Dad, but you were in college once), I wouldn't have believe you. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait for the second I was allowed to ring a neighbor's doorbell and ask for candy. This year, I couldn't wait to drink so much that I would make regrettable mistakes. The most regrettable being drunk calling.

In some cases, drunk texting is cute. Even talking on the phone after a few drinks can be filled with giglging and fun. But calling and having a twenty minute conversation with someone I care about was beyond ridiculous; and I am shamefully embarrassed for it. I'm not embarrassed to write about this experience because this is the point of our blog- to share about our lives and the stupid things we do in them. But I could have potentially damaged something I have come to truly care about, and all the fun in the world is not worth that mistake. I can't promise that I'm going to never to send the occasional drunk text or call, but I will try.