Freshman Year

alot of my friends and I like to get together and talk about the good ole' days (all 2 years ago) yes ladies and gentlemen: freshman year.
usually this conversation takes place late at night, after a cocktail or two has been consumed. and sometimes ends in tears.
Because we miss being slackers who woke @ 2 and slept at 6 and did NOTHING but party and drink for a whole year or so.
I'm tearing up just thinking about it.
anyways, the following is a humuroous facebook wall conversation between myself and Bunny (we have the funniest convos) - probably while we were supposed to be doing work.




Grace Hopson wroteat 3:06am on June 25th, 2007
I miss sitting around in the Commons...*sigh* I'm such a loser for missing freshman year! I was so much less cynical!

Ashley Samantha Bender wroteat 3:21am on June 25th, 2007
man i looooved sitting in the commons from 1 to 8. lol.typical freshman day:

10:23a.m. wake up. realized you miss your 8-10 a.m. classes. calculate time it'll take to make it to your 11 o'clock including shower & hair.
10:25 a.m. - realize it'll take about an hour to get ready & figure what's the point? go back to sleep
11:00 a.m. - wake up to get ready for hop contest
12:47 p.m. - arrive @ hop contest about a half hour late. go to lunch (skipping one o'clock class)3:15 p.m. - leave commons for nap
3:23 p.m. - get distracted by poolhall
4:46 p.m. - finally go nap
6:23 P.M.- wake up & go to dinner
8:32 p.m. - get kicked out of commons. turn what should be a 3 minute walk into a 45 minute adventure. somehow start feud with some boys from bond hall.
9:16 p.m. - make it back to dorm. start getting ready for club
10:45 p.m. - arrive @ club.
12:26 a.m. - make it into club after almost 2 hour wait (RIP Hi-HAT)
2:12 a.m. - finally make it out of club. chat up visiting frat boys

Ashley Samantha Bender wroteat 3:24am on June 25th, 2007
*message got truncated*
3:16 a.m. - arrive @ taco bell/guthrie's/sonics.
3:47 a.m - get food. turn what should be a 2 minute drive into 30 minute adventure
4:15 a.m. - arrive back on campus. search for parking spot commences
4:27 a.m - park @ bond. begin 15 minute hike to dorm.
4:45 a.m. - arrive back @ dorm (got into minor scuffle with feuding boys from bond)
5:24 a.m. - still chatting about club. begin to "de club"
6:02 a.m. - get into bed. cry a little @ throbbing feet (stiletto. pumps. in. the club.)
6:17 a.m. - finally fall asleep*do the whole thing over the next day*

Grace Hopson wroteat 3:24am on June 25th, 2007

THAT WAS IT EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember this? "I missed my class...I'll just say I was sick."

Ashley Samantha Bender wroteat 3:30am on June 25th, 2007

LMAO.*typical day AFTER freshman year*
5:12 a.m. - wake up. even though you don't have class til 10. work on project (due @ 10)
9:00 a.m. - rush out of door with hair kinda' in a ponytail. Vicky Secret PINK sweats. Whatever kinda' shirt. no makeup. people will think you're aiming for some sort of "Paparazzi Chic" look. you're not. you just didn't do laundry (no time)
9:24 a.m. - purchase Rockstar from campus convenience store.
9:26 a.m. - run into crush while looking a mess
9:29 a.m. - cry. phone a friend for reassurance
10:00 a.m. - fail exam that you studied all night for (get 100 on project)
10:23 a.m. - get food from a lesser, more uncool commons. remember the "good ole days"
11:00 a.m. - skip class to study for 1 o'clock test
1:00 p.m. - traipse happy ass across the hub, forgetting completely about hop contest
1:02 p.m. - stare with unveiled hatred towards freshmen who look cute & just rolled out of bed an hour or so ago


Ashley Samantha Bender wroteat 3:34am on June 25th, 2007
1:12 p.m. - fail one o'clock test (ten points removed for being late)
1:47 pm. - crawl into bed, foresaking the rest of the day. skip rest of the days classes3:00 p.m. - email teachers begging forgiveness. work on another project
4:32 p.m. - cry a little more. call mom for reassurance.
4:36 p.m. - receive phone calls/ text messages about how you cried earlier (and confided into "friend" about)
5:00 p.m. - stare hatefully @ facebook pictures of freshmen who are having fun. go get to go box for nourishment
6:00 p.m - do work
9:47 p.m - realizes "Party of the Year" is tonight. cry a little more.
11:15 p.m. - wish you'd gone out12:00 a.m. - ante up for long night ahead. send angry texts to friends fortunate enough to go out.

Grace Hopson wroteat 3:35am on June 25th, 2007

One thing though...my life isn't qute THAT bitter now. Only sometimes.

Ashley Samantha Bender wroteat 3:42am on June 25th, 2007

sigh. girl CRAZY!

Grace Hopson wroteat 3:44am on June 25th, 2007

*sigh* Yeah. We are.

Thanks!

Thanks!
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Ok I hate it when people get on some emotional high (especially anger) and write a big long facebook note that LOOKS ALOT LIKE MOTHERFUCKIN' THIS BITCH ASS FUCK U HATERZZZZ!!! Cause not only are you venting, you're emoting to the whole free world, facebook, and China. Really. It's tacky. Stop.The purpose of this note is just to simply say thank you for being a friend, you know who you are (and what's more important, you know who you aren't...but as that's too close to the FACEBOOK NOTES THAT LOooK LIKE DIS, I digress) even if I don't tag you.Thank you for not simply holding the title "friend" but acting on it when needed. Thank you thank you thank you, a million times over. Your worth is far more than I could ever put into words.- ♥ Ash

Don't let this happen to you!

So recently I lost the Rzr I'd had for exactly a year.
It died on me.
Just up and died.
I was inconsolable. Not only did I lose my ringtones (carefully accumulated over the entire year) I lost all my phone numbers! and the following embarassing note posted on facebook ensued
(hey and if i still don't have your number, be a pal and send it to me k?)


Sigh.
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i used to point and snicker @ people who did this.this is all that negative karma coming back to bite me in the ass.i need y'alls numbers.my stupid phone finally died & took all the ringtones i'd acquired over a whole year with it.Oh and yeah. my address book too.there.

MEAN!

So lately my friend Bunny and I have been talking about what complete bitches we are. We have done nothing to remedy this situation.
The following proves what silly girls we are.



Grace Hopson
11:31pm July 22nd
What a lovely picture.

*picture edited out to save integrity of people who were in it*


Ashley Samantha Bender
11:34pm July 22nd
STOP.


Grace Hopson
11:35pm July 22nd
But it's a bad pic. I wanted to point it out.


Ashley Samantha Bender
11:36pm July 22nd
yeah. it's not all that flattering.


Ashley Samantha Bender
11:36pm July 22nd
champagne!


Grace Hopson
12:55am July 23rd
Does *name editedo out so no one will kill us* like...really seriously think he's model -attractive now?


Ashley Samantha Bender
4:02pm July 23rd
*now?* he ALWAYS has lol


Grace Hopson
5:26pm July 23rd
Oh...lol I look at him and can barely contain my laughter.

Harrumph.

......I just bit a little hole in my jaw while attacking a skittle because I am so pissed about those shoes.

Shoes!

Ok. So maybe makeup isn't my only obsession.
I have a shoe obsession too.
I got my new ones in the mail last week - a pair of Franco Sarto's and some BCBGirl Pumps.
The Franco Sarto's are cream with brown embellishments and a teensy tiny little wedged heel. It's almost a ballerina flat.
The BCBG's are black patent leather pumps, just because I needed a pair of good pumps. The $16.99 ones from 5-7-9 just weren't cutting it anymore (you can only color a heel in with a sharpie so many times).
Anyways I'm excited. Shoes make the world go round non?

http://www.piperlime.com/browse/productImages.do <--- The Franco Sarto's.
I am upset now because when I visited the website the price has gone down to $35.
I paid $50 for them wtf? pffft.

http://www.piperlime.com/browse/productImages.do <---- The BCBG's.
I am even MORE pissed now because those cost like $30 now and I paid $50 for them.
Ok I'm never buying anything from piperlame again.

Paris is Burning

I hate Paris Hilton.

I hate everything she stands for, I hate everything she's become, and I hate everything she encourages. Five years or so when she first blew up on the media scene I thought she was ADORABLE!
"Oh! A glamour girl/heiress! Cute!" And then I realized that America has created a Prada bag totin' monster.
I was so over her come 2004.

Now, I can't read my news online, or watch my news on t.v. because EVERYONE is covering Paris Hilton.
She went to jail. BIG EFFING DEAL! I'm glad she did but whatevs.
Not that I'm a hater by any means, I give props where they are due -- but has Paris Hilton warranted any special regard?
She's not a particularly talented artist of any kind. Fashion plate? Not at all, she is so classless it is not even funny. And why is she everyone's epitome of all that is glam? Everytime I show up somewhere with a pair of heels & a skirt on people go "Ooooh Paris Hilton!"
NO! NO! NO! NO! Please do not ever say that to me. Ever.

IMHO that girl is the trashiest thing on the media today -- Courtney Love is class in comparison.

The girl flashes her vajayjay left and right for goodness sakes!

So people. Let's stop encouraging the madness. Let Paris GO.
Even when she's in jail I can't get away from her.
=(

Time to 'fess Up

I have a confession.
I've become obsessed with makeup & the Beauty blogs.

afrobella.com & Shake Your Beauty (http://www.tiawilliams.net/blog/) to be exact.
And countless more.

Not only am I obsessed with these blogs, I take their suggestion.
In the past few weeks I have purchased the Neutrogena Mineral Foundation, Maybeline Mousse Blush, & God knows what else.
All this from a die-hard cosmetics company brand snob.
I placed a 45 dollar order @ MACcosmetics.com not 6 hours ago for a lipglass -- in Prrrr, one of my faves since I was 15, & a foundation.
I'm sure there's a picture of me in Belk located behind the Lancome counter with the caption "easy mark."
They have my CELL PHONE NUMBER for God's sake. They call me. & ask if I want to pre-order new selections. Hell sometimes they do it for me.
I'm a Beauty Whore. There. You have it.
Sigh. Someone please prevent me from spending all my money on more MAC (a company I used to be exclusive to til' I became such a makeup slut)

"Kill Will" - Rough Draft Revision

Kill Will

There are an unbelievable amount of similarities betwixt modern day cinema and what is considered to be classic literature. What was once reading between the lines becomes a visual thematic undertone. Veiled symbology in the written word becomes a glimpse of something we just know is important in the films we view today. What is cinema but our version of literature? Not that books are - or ever will be- obsolete, this new (in comparison) medium only opens our eyes to new possibilities. For instance, Kate Chopin became a master story teller of her time, albeit posthumously. When held up against one of our more modern day story tellers like Quentin Tarantino we can delve deep enough to ascertain what they may have in common. They are both staunch feminists though in different ways (Chopin's understated rebellion, Tarantino's emasculating ferocity.) Now, what if we were to take a work by each and hold it up under a light? Kate Chopin's "Story of an Hour," put next to Quentin Tarantino's "Kill Bill," at first seems like comparing night and day -- but then we must take into consideration that the moon of night is a only a reflection of the sun. "The Story of an Hour" tells us a story about a woman who finds out her husband is dead; then he isn't dead. The shock kills him. Comparably, in a complete case of role reversal "Kill Bill" is a story a woman who's mate finds out she is not dead either -- and the fall out from such a discovery. These are certainly not the only similarities the two works share. "The Story of an Hour" and "Kill Bill" are both pieces about women who suddenly realize, because of a cataclysmic event, that their lives are their own. What I want to do is analyze and compare the similarities, differences, symbols, and themes of each.

There is a franticness to each "Kill Bill" and "The Story of an Hour" shared by the main characters. In "Kill Bill," Uma Thurman's character -- known simply as The Bride for most of the film is a woman hell bent on revenge, but beyond that we can sense that this is something she has to do; her rampage of violence is essential to her being. Likewise, in "The Story of an Hour" Kate Chopin's main character, Mrs. Mallard mistakes her feelings of freedom as mourning. It is because this is a feeling she has never felt. In each character their frenetic emotions are almost palpable.

"The Story of an Hour" and "Kill Bill" are both intense studies of gender roles, more specifically the traditional role of women and their identities (or lack thereof.) Examples of this are their names (or again, lack of) in the pieces. At the beginning of each piece we do not know the names of the characters. Chopin's Mrs. Mallard was defined by the husband she was now, supposedly, free of; she was his. Of course we all know that Uma Thurman was called "The Bride" throughout most of "Kill Bill" -- a loaded name if there ever was one. By doing this Tarantino frees us of all the complications that come with the title "Mrs. Such and Such," she is simply The Bride - a man's wife. By doing this each author showed us that there was something each character needed to accomplish and discover; that is a sense of self.

Another notably similarity between the two are the physical absences of the men in each characters life. Of course, the appearance of Mrs. Mallard's husband at the end of "The Story of an Hour," but the fact remains -- he was there. Likewise in "Kill Bill," the title character's physical presence is not felt into the very end of the film. We get small glimpses of Bill throughout the movie, but we do not actually see who he is until the end. In this way each author has turned the men into shadows; they are phantoms, myths, insubstantial beings. When we see that these men actually do exist neither woman is able to live with this fact. After asserting themselves as individuals throughout both film and story, neither woman would be able to ever accept their respective men back into their lives.

First!

Ok so this is my first post in this blog. I can't say that I have much of anything to write about other than the typical cliche things. Right now all I can really think about are the classes I'm taking this summer.

I'll write more later. I promise.