Being Set Up with an Arranged Marriage:

     Oh, how mundane tasks get in the way of life. I've had the past 4 days off from work... and I find myself missing it quite a bit. Odd, I know. But still... I'm sure I'll be back to whining "Do I really have to go in today?!?" tomorrow morning.

     On a different note, I went to FCBD (Free Comic Book Day) and it was a complete success! You know... I had to buy comic books anyways. I've grown quite accustomed to purchasing the new TV series Flash comics because, well, Grant Gustin is the most adorable dork I have ever seen. And he's really put Barry Allen into a new perspective for me. I used to HATE The Flash character. Thanks to the new TV show I adore it to pieces. And then some, really. Anyhow, found some new comic book joints to purchase at. My local comic book store is sadly lax in the ways of old collectables (my specialty). Now I have other options available... that I didn't even knew existed.

     Changing topic... again. On to the main topic.

     An arranged marriage. How horrible could that possibly be? Well, look no further. I'll tell you.
     It's one thing to find love, fall in it, and watch it blossom.
     It's another thing to have two families come to a mutual agreement about the benefits of their offspring coming together for the good of their people.
     Royalty is a hard thing to deal with. And believe me... I would know.
     No thoughts can ever be expressed: someone is bound to take something said and twist it the wrong way. No actions go unnoticed: and the slightest of bad one's last for all of eternity. No dreams get to be lived out: being that novelist or photographer are a no-go. And Love: apparently love is a fictitious thing only read about between the pages of novels.
     So when they forced me to get married the idea of it all was horrid beyond belief. When I realized who they wanted me to marry everything went farther South than imaginable.
     Put he and I together in a room for a few short minutes and it'd be just as lethal as pitting two starving lions together in one small cage:
     Someone wasn't making it out alive.
     But of course... everyone tells you that you'll learn to love your arranged significant other.
     Only I'm sure none have ever felt the way I do about him!

Write a Facebook status update for year 2017:

     The way we see things, with doubt and fear, are no longer thought like that. The world used to be a scary and dangerous place. Those thoughts are like little baby kittens now. No one believed me when I told them to be blessed with what you had because one day, sooner than we thought, it would all slip away.
     The talk of zombies lingered in the air for a long while. The wide variety of TV shows and movies did good to scare everyone senseless. But we never saw what came. No one could imagine anything worse than being attacked by flesh-hungry ex-humans. Nothing could prepare anyone for this.
   
     The day the world seemed to change will never be forgotten. It's etched into my brain, scarred with an ever-lasting impression.
     It was the day my decently perfect life rammed hard, face first, into the ground.
     I suppose the world was on a form of hiatus before my own personal world ended. But I was too stubborn, too hopeful, that my life was beyond safe.
     With the world's end approaching, I'm unsure when I'll be able to post next, or if that will even be an option with the way things are quickly spiraling out of control. But here's hoping.

Until next time... hopefully,
Ashley

Blogging as a Sport.

     I've been a little lax in all of the things I typically dabble in.

     Work has taken up a lot of my time. At first I didn't like the idea of my life revolving around something so bland as a retail job. But it has grown on me. It could just be that it's Victoria's Secret... and what girl wouldn't love to work there anyhow?!? Free and/or cheap bras. Uh, yeah! Or it could be that the other employees are beyond amazing and friendly and have become my family away from my own. Who knows?

ANYHOW...

     I haven't read anything new (unless we're counting updates on WattPad). Though that has not stopped me from buying every book I have the intention to one day read. They're all currently fighting for dominance on my main book shelf, violently pushing their way to the edges. 

     I haven't drawn anything since... uh, about 5 weeks from today. Which, if you knew me, would think that probably the oddest thing I've ever admitted to. Not to mention, I still haven't even finished said artwork. Poor King Under the Mountain, lying there with nothing but my LePen ink covering his delicate details.

     And I know I haven't even touched a pair of canvas shoes (besides buying them) since I started working back in November. Which is horrid, because my list of Shoe To-Do's are piling up quicker than I can blink.

     I've been so ruthlessly tired that I find myself drinking a whole pot of coffee, by myself no less, into the wee hours of the night trying to get little mundane tasks done (i.e.: laundry and the daily cleaning of my room).

     I need to be better at posting on here. I can never think of things to talk about. Unless, of course, it's been a while since I've posted. Then you can't stop my rambling. 

     So I've managed to buy a book titled 642 Things to Write About. I intend to, instead, make my blog posts about some of the subject matter in the book. Picking a new topic from the book at random each day. I need to get my creative juices, so they say, flowing. And what better way to do so than to write about things you don't typically, to think a way you never do. I'll try my best to post daily, or at least a few times a week, but we all know I'm quite horrid at it.

Until tomorrow, 

 Ashley