So heres the beginning of a beautiful friendship

Throughout the course of my nomadic and awkward childhood i've been called words like "dork" ,"wierd-o" or sometimes "nerd". Times have changed, new presidents have been elected, Joan Rivers had the occasional facelift (or two...or three) and people still dont understand. My bystanders have evolved from children to adults, with names spanning from "buttface" to "square" yet only now...twenty years after my birth have people begun to figure me out. My friends would describe me as an eclectic hippie grandma.... I can't disagree. So what?! I care about kittens and cows and microbes and the new black keys album and nuclear proliferation or other political/human/animal things/hippiegrandmother things.

In short, I have a heart. I care about things.
I once ran over a squirrel.... and after watching its tiny little body seize and shivver, as the life drained from its bushy little tail I CRIED. *gasp* And stopped eating meat for three months. The sheer thought still haunts me to this day. What can I say? Life is precious, no matter how small.

I have been said to be a 'hippie' but Hell, Ive never been one to label myself, but other people sure seem to be good at it. So here goes. This hippiegrandmanerddorkindependentrockermusicianromanticfreak is starting a blog.

If this were an awkward junior high gathering, we would be playing some sort of game having nothing to do with anything of real importance, but saying names and answering random and pointless questions about one another, so here I am, cutting to the chase. This entry is our awkward junior high 'getting to know you' meeting, and I am the annoying adhd kid in the corner with too much to say.

for example:

I am Ashley.

I love weird fashion.

I have an unhealthy obsession with old books

my dog is my best friend. 

sometimes I dream in song. I wake up and frantically scramble to write down lyrics and harmonies but never have I captured even one.

Ive lived in three different states

I listen to every kind of music imaginable

I sleep with books having fallen beside me.

I love hearing people's stories, so here's your glimpse into mine.

eclectically yours,

Ash