<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:49:11.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My place to post and talk with friends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-111057160034126357</id><published>2005-03-11T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:06:40.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Yay for spring break! I cant wait to just sit around lying in my backyard in the sun, and relaxing. I love the fact that I have a week with no class, and no reatrded people around! I am sick of having all these stupid people around! I must escape the insanity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-111057160034126357?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/111057160034126357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=111057160034126357' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/111057160034126357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/111057160034126357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110939217924949555</id><published>2005-02-25T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:29:39.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Hola, yo hablo espanol bueno! Yo tengo la clase de espanol y yo saber hablar espanol! That is so cool huh? I am learning a semi valuable language! I love my spanish class, I am learning so much, and it is great to know how to say some stuff. Another good reason too would be that mi profesor de espanol es muy guapo! HEHE! It was so wierd, in my class my professor doesnt speak anything but spanish most of the time, but the other day I was listening, and totally forgot he was speaking spanish, I UNDERSTOOD IT ALL! It was almost like I was listening to someone speaking english, I was amazed. Arent you all impressed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110939217924949555?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110939217924949555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110939217924949555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110939217924949555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110939217924949555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/02/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110920195747013075</id><published>2005-02-23T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:39:17.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toms</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have now decided that all guys named Tom, Thomas, or anything like that are STUPID, RUDE, ARROGANT, etc... I think it is the name that makes these guys like that. I dont think I have met a decent one... anyways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110920195747013075?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110920195747013075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110920195747013075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110920195747013075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110920195747013075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/02/toms.html' title='Toms'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110867426041514996</id><published>2005-02-17T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:04:20.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraternities</title><content type='html'>Ok, obviously since I am in a sorority, I hang out with a lot of fraternity boys. It is fun at times, but some of them are complete morons! It is very fun to just sit and watch the boys be boys when they are drunk, and they are so stupid! Well anyways, I was just wondering what fraternities there are at other schools, considering I had a short conversation with Laura about it. I know at UNM there are not very many. We have Sigma Alpha Epsilon, Phi Gamma Delta, Sigma Phi Epsilon, Phi Delta Theta, Pi Kappa Alpha, Kappa Sigma, Lambda Chi Alpha, Lambda Theta Phi, Omega Delta Phi, and Kappa Alpha order. I know that especially the schools on the east coast have way more, exclusive fraternities, and the have a lot of them too. I also think that that is funny that Laura said that SAE at Dartmuth is very upstanding, with champagne parties, considering the SAE s here, are like the complete oppisite! Some of them even have rape charges against them! There really isnt a fraternity here that is nice, or neat or clean, or anything like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110867426041514996?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110867426041514996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110867426041514996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110867426041514996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110867426041514996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/02/fraternities.html' title='Fraternities'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110833263916986525</id><published>2005-02-13T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:10:39.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying out late</title><content type='html'>ok, so staying out is not cool. I stayed out until 3:30 on thursday night, and again until 3 on friday. I had to wake up early, and it sucked!! So I got like a total of 10 hours of sleep those nights! On Saturday night, I was so tired that I just crashed at like 10, and didnt wake up until 10:30 the next morning it was nice. Ok, now I bet you are all wondering what the hell I was doing until 3:30 in the morning? I was over at Sigma Phi Epsilon with this cute guy, and all of them were drunk, and it was really funny to watch them with my friend Cathie. They were acting like morons!! Anyways, we were just there hanging out and playing pool until 3:30, and I didnt have a chance to do anything with the cute guy Tom, :(. BUT... then the next night, Cathie and I went over to Sig Ep again, and it was fun, because there was actually a party there this time, we were dancing, and laughing, and it was all great. Well around 2 ish, Tom starts chatting with me, and we end up in his room. Well here we are making out and the cops come, and the president barges in on us because Tom's music is so loud. He just told him to turn it off and then he left. Well then we start making out again, and all that stuff. Did I mention how trashed he was? Well, he was VERY trashed. Well we are just chilling, lying on his bed, when all of a sudden, he blurts out "I am going to throw up." He gets up and runs confusedly out of the room, and apparently thinks it would be cooler to puke over the balcony then in the bathroom. I didnt get it, but whatever floats his boat... Well I waited for about 5 minutes when Jimmie walks in and says he is really sick, and asked me if I wanted him to walk me home (Jimmie is a sweetheart). So I go home, and dont even say bye to Tom, and that was the end of that. I texted him to feel better, then I went to bed. Yeah, so staying out late isnt very grand sometimes, but its ok, because I had a blast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110833263916986525?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110833263916986525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110833263916986525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110833263916986525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110833263916986525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/02/staying-out-late.html' title='Staying out late'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110808095660547960</id><published>2005-02-10T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:15:56.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>Ever since I have been in Albuquerque, it seems like I am becoming distant from my friends and family. It is wierd. I grew up around all the same people, and was perfectly content. I am now in a new environment with totally different people, and I hardly ever see my old friends and family. Don't get me wrong, things are going just fine up here, but I no longer call the best friend I used to as soon as something happens, and I dont find out things like I used to. Apparently I am a bridesmaid in my brother's wedding, but I didn't even know. So many things go on, and I feel like I am on another planet! I have a whole new life up here with new friends, and new "family" but it is not the same. I guess it had to come sooner or later, but since this is the first time I have moved away (obviously) it makes it kind of hard. When I decided to move up here for school I knew that I would be away from everyone and everything that I loved, but I didnt know it would hit me like this. I now have new people and things to love, but they will never take the place of all the things I left behind. There will ALWAYS be a special place in my heart for everyone and everything that I once loved, and do still love from good old Las Cruces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110808095660547960?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110808095660547960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110808095660547960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110808095660547960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110808095660547960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/02/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and Family'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110758086645340070</id><published>2005-02-04T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T21:21:06.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>I dont know hy I think this, but I dont like being by myself. Russell and I were together for so long that I dont know what to do with myself. I always have to have a boy toy or something. I would like a meaningful relationship, but it seems very hard to find...oh well, if its not meant to be, then its not meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110758086645340070?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110758086645340070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110758086645340070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110758086645340070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110758086645340070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/02/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110729464196012335</id><published>2005-02-01T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:50:41.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP</title><content type='html'>To me, sleeping has to have been the gretaest invention ever! I love sleep, it is so nice, and it always makes your day better when it isnt going so great. I think that it is addicting though, because when you sleep too much, you get tired, but then silly me takes a nap, and am even more tired....and so on. I sleep like 12 hours a day now, I cant make it through the day without sleep. It is ruling my life!!!! But i love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110729464196012335?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110729464196012335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110729464196012335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110729464196012335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110729464196012335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/02/sleep.html' title='SLEEP'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110714130563513923</id><published>2005-01-30T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:15:05.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Things in life sometimes seem complicated. Sometimes even more complicated then they seem they should be. I know that in life, nothing is handed to yo on a silver platter, but life would be a little better if things were a little easier at times. Could you imagine, living ina life where you didnt need to work for money, everyone was healthy, and the world was just an awesome place? I think that it might get old kind of fast, but when things start to get rough, it seems like a nice alternative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110714130563513923?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110714130563513923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110714130563513923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110714130563513923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110714130563513923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110705336159971590</id><published>2005-01-29T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:49:21.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Ok. Am I the only one who thinks that school is already getting really old? I have so much freaking homework all the time, and I am tired, and I want to quit....but I know I would never do that. I do about three or four hours of homework a day, and it is taking its toll on me. I am very tired. I say we all start a petition to start summer vacation in february!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110705336159971590?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110705336159971590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110705336159971590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110705336159971590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110705336159971590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110679254228163176</id><published>2005-01-26T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:22:22.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidal</title><content type='html'>Ok, all of you that know me, know how ADD I am when it comes to boys. So, noe that Dominic and I just decided to be friends, I am now in pursuit of another boy. His name is Vidal. He is SOOO hot, and I am about 99% sure he is just a player, and all, but oh well, he shall be my toy! I think boys are best as toys, then you dont have to pay attention to them! I am sick of having caring relationships! Yeah, so today he called me, and I was like OH MY GOD!!! and he wants to hang out later(YAY)! Well, I think that I need to find out his last name...but he is hoy, and yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110679254228163176?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110679254228163176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110679254228163176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110679254228163176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110679254228163176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/01/vidal.html' title='Vidal'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110670763017083065</id><published>2005-01-25T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:47:10.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The single life</title><content type='html'>I used to think that it was the end of the world to be single. Now I realize that it is the best time ever! I have been single now for about 4 months and I love the freedom of being able to do whatever I want, when I want to do it. I like not worrying of what my "significant other" would think about what I was doing and so on and so forth. I see now that being single is fun. I am in the midst of maybe getting back into a relationship soon, and it scares me. Will it be like a prison? Or will I have the time of my life? I guess the only way to find out is to close your eyes, and just jump. Besides, if things don't work out, I will always just be a few minutes away from my beloved single life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110670763017083065?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110670763017083065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110670763017083065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110670763017083065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110670763017083065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/01/single-life.html' title='The single life'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110628778950985157</id><published>2005-01-20T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:09:49.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominic</title><content type='html'>I recently had this "thing" with a guy named Dominic. Lets just say that things ended...BAD. I needed more attention, attention that he just couldn't give me. When I told him this, we got in this huge fight, and I mean HUGE. Apparently he wanted to be single more than he wanted to be with me anyways, so he just wanted to be friends. Obviously, I was a little upset about this and told him that I didn't think we could still be friends. I stayed up that night thinking, and I figured out that that IS all I wanted in the first place was a frienship because I am still in love with Russell. Well, the next day I try to tell him I am sorry for the mean things I said, and that yeah I could see us as still being friends. But, get this, now he wont even talk to me, he just flat out ignores me! I thought that since we were in college, that we could both be a little more mature about this, but I guess not. If he is going to stay that immature then I am not sure I still want to be his friend. I think I am just going to sit and wait for a while and just see how things go. Anyways, even if we never do talk again, I guess that that is just the way God intended for things to happen between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110628778950985157?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110628778950985157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110628778950985157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110628778950985157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110628778950985157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/01/dominic.html' title='Dominic'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110628726928169019</id><published>2005-01-20T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:01:09.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dominnic</title><content type='html'>I recently had this "thing" with a guy named Dominic. It was fun and all, but things ended...BAD. See, the thing is is that I wanted more attention, attention that he just couldn't give me. So when I brought this up, we got in this huge fight. Well, apparently he wanted to stay single anyways, more than he wanted to be with me. Lets just say I was a little upset about this and told him that I didn't think we could stay friends. Well after thinking about it for a while, I realized that that is all I wanted in the first place, a friendship. The problem is, is now he wont even talk to me. If he is going to be that immature about it, then maybe I dont want to be his friend. I guess I will just have to see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110628726928169019?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110628726928169019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110628726928169019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110628726928169019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110628726928169019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/01/dominnic.html' title='Dominnic'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110574480199745502</id><published>2005-01-14T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T15:20:01.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Albuquerque</title><content type='html'>Yeah... Las Cruces sucks, and Albuquerque rocks! I was home for an entire month, and I maybe did something on like 10 of those days, there is never anything to do!!! Up here there are so many random places to go, its fun. I hate being bored! Boredom has to be the most boring thing ever(DUH). which sucks when you are bored, but its ok, because the best thing to do when you are bored is sleep. DOM is a butt, a very very big butt, he has a nice butt, BUT he is still a very big butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110574480199745502?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110574480199745502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110574480199745502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110574480199745502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110574480199745502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2005/01/albuquerque.html' title='Albuquerque'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110349411100035102</id><published>2004-12-19T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T14:08:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Neverland</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen Finding Neverland? It is a really great movie. It is one of those movies that just makes you feel happy, and want to believe in FAIRIES(I DO)! sometimes I wish I could just lie back and find neverland myself(johny depp would be there too).  It made me feel so tingly inside, and all that good stuff! I think that all of us need our own neverland to go to sometimes, just to relax and take some time to ourselves, to reflect on the days. I do know that it was a very magical movie, and I am still mad at my mom for not clapping for tinkerbell when she was little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110349411100035102?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110349411100035102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110349411100035102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110349411100035102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110349411100035102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2004/12/finding-neverland.html' title='Finding Neverland'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110331160151563266</id><published>2004-12-17T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T11:26:41.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet</title><content type='html'>I hate it when certain sites on the internet just decide not to work. Especially when you REALLY want to get on them. I keep on trying to get on facebook, but it keeps telling me that I have an invalid e-mail. It is being so retarded, I was just on it earlier! Sometimes the internet can really piss me off, but when it works, its great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110331160151563266?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110331160151563266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110331160151563266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110331160151563266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110331160151563266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2004/12/internet.html' title='The internet'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110322470884209165</id><published>2004-12-16T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T11:18:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>Why are boys always so stupid? To me, they seem more complicated than girls at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110322470884209165?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110322470884209165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110322470884209165' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110322470884209165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110322470884209165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2004/12/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110322594605492200</id><published>2004-12-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T11:39:06.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's great, and sometimes, it can be your worst enemy. Being alone is a whole new experience for me. It seems like where I want to be, but at the same time...not. Its like what Brett posted about change. You can seem completely content where you are, and then the next instant, it seems like you were crazy for thinking that. Being in a whole new town with new friends, and new things is like starting a new life of a different person. Things seem so hard right now, but I know it is "cleansing." I do feel that I have changed a lot too, but I am not sure if it's for the better or not yet. I feel like I have almost become distant from everyone that I knew, and still know. Things have changed so much since I graduated that I can't even imagine what I was like then. I feel like I have almost become bitter at the world. I think being home for a month will be good for me, maybe bring me back to who I was, I miss who I was.... But that person is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110322594605492200?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110322594605492200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110322594605492200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110322594605492200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110322594605492200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2004/12/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110317306263206355</id><published>2004-12-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:57:42.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do?</title><content type='html'>What do you do when the only person that can make you stop crying is the person that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110317306263206355?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110317306263206355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110317306263206355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110317306263206355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110317306263206355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do?'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110316961787098427</id><published>2004-12-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:00:17.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Figured it out!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I finally figured out hoe to post on my blog, so now I will  post on it. I am so excited to finally be home, and start having fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9465063-110316961787098427?l=ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/feeds/110316961787098427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9465063&amp;postID=110316961787098427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110316961787098427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9465063/posts/default/110316961787098427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyjgilbert.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-figured-it-out.html' title='I Figured it out!!'/><author><name>Ashley J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15123782745714413008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9465063.post-110219891314584131</id><published>2004-12-04T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T14:21:53.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everyone</title><content type='html'>I really have no idea what you are supposed to put on blogs, so yeah. I guess just respond as you please! 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