i've had the time of my life

and i wonder

if you still think Bono writes his songs for you
-Diffuser I Wonder

I am making my way ot of a two day funk. I'm not really sure how I got in this funk, but it's a pretty frustrating one. It's a funk of "I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life and I have no motivation to do anyhting else until I find out". But today I went to class. That's a huge step towards caring about stuff.

I can't say I did any homwork though. It's a good thing that we have an away game this weekend, because I will be spending the entirety of these next few days buried in homework. It's okay though. I'm sort of looking forward to having something to do.

I am also fung shuing my room this weekend. What exactly does this mean in a dorm room? No, I am not buying a waterfall. I am turning my bed so it is not up against the window. I am keeping shades open during the day and closed at night. I am keeping the window open during the day too. all closet doors stay closed at night. The room is staying clean! The TV is covered at night. I might even get a plant. But I have to keep it away from the window or it will suck all the chi away from me.

No, I do not believe in chi and positive light energy. Me and my roommate just feel like redecorating. Why not go with a centuries old style? Who knows? Maybe it will suck the funk right out of here.

but i've heard it all before

now i'm needing something more
a promise is no good if you can't keep it
-Deana Carter Count Me In

Today was a beautiful fall day. It was almost too perfect. I understand that all you anti-cold weather people probably did not enjoy it. But, it was kind of a nice change of pace from shorts and t-shirts to sweaters and scarfs.

Today I also had a major realization. Literally. It was about my major. In my reluctance to leave the training room today, I realized that if I continue this course, in two weeks I will have taken my last sports medicine course ever. That hit me like a ton of bricks. I am absolutely not ready to quit athletic training. I love it so much!

So now I am praying, fiercely. I want nothing but God's will for my life. If that means admitting I was wrong about my future, then I am okay with that. I know that I still want to minister to youth. But thinking back on my days at SHS, Doc constantly ministered to the athletes (youth) at our school. I still very much believe that my heart lies with youth. I have no doubt that I will work with them forever. I am willing to admit that I missed the exact direction that I thought God was pointing me in. That's OK though.

So for now I am praying and seeking, much more carefully this time. Your prayers are appreciated.

So again, today was beautiful. God is really good. My friends and family are great. I am ridiculously blessed.

what's going on inside of me?

i despise my own behavior
this only serves to confirm my suspicions
that i'm still someone in need of a Savior

Well today was pretty boring. Class. Monday Lunch. Class. Class. Graduation Present. Rain. Awesome Family Group. So I'm going to talk about yesterday.

If you think it's hard to entertain a group of college students, you're wrong. All you need are some beach balls, eggs, and jelly beans and you have a happy group of campers. Yesterday we had Freshman Field Day and it was definitely one of the most fun things I have done in awhile. We played simple games like "Keep it Up," "The Human Knot," and "Over Under." But somehow, even a simple egg toss can turn into a lot of fun. Especially when you have friends like mine who think it would be fun to catch an entire egg in their mouth. It exploded. We all almost threw up.

I also found out that my family group brother, Walker, is kind of a beast at cathcing jelly beans in his mouth. we had a jelly bean toss and he caught nine in a row. Never missed one. Jordy and I, on the other hand, were not even successful once. Oh well.

I got to prove my strength in a wheelbarrow contest. I also got to play a give up your body version of Keep it Up. While the other team stood in a circle and lightly tapped their beach ball in the air we were diving and running just to keep ours from hitting the ground. We had way more fun than they did too.

I'm a simple girl. I like simple things. I don't need anything extravagant to make a day incredible. Sunshine and fresh air are good enough for me.

There is a meteor shower tonight. I won't be staying up to watch it. God speed to all of you who do.

we were made to live forever.

we will live forever...


This weekend might qualify as a top 100 weekend. One time Clint Sheppard told me that of all the days you live, your top 100 must be pretty great. I mean really, think about how many days you are alive. Your top 100 must be amazing. Maybe even the top 500.


My incredible friends from high school came to visit. Erika, Emily, and Elizabeth to be exact. Yes I planned for my best friends' names to start with E. They came in on Friday night and left this morning. No tears this time. Just a "see you in a week and a half!"


Friday night we rolled down the Indian mounds, went to see the invisible Mike the Tiger, went to Coffee Call, and saw the Michael Jackson movie. In case you were unsure, he was an odd dude. It was fun. Kind of random but just like old times.


Saturday was all LSU football. Erika, Casey, and I ate free lunch at the BCM and then hung out at the gate. Way later than I am used to of course. And the rest is pure, unadulterated LSU football. Needless to say they all had a blast at the game. I mean really, who wouldn't? Even Emily, the dedicated Bulldog that she is, enjoyed herself. After the game we went to Rebecca's for tacos and acoustic guitar.

Tomorrow I am cooking. Pray for me. Mostly pray for the people who are eating.

bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy

when all of a sudden i am unaware
of these afflictions eclipsed by glory

I changed my major today. I know. It's a big deal. I am officially a Communication Studies major. As excited as I am, it was a fairly anti-climactic process.

After getting out of Honors 2000 an hour early, I decided it's time to find 150 Allen Hall and ge tthis over with. I inhaled deeply and pushed open a heavy glass door. I was greeted by a computer cordially asking me to sign in and wait around the hall. Ok....

I sign in, round the corner and let out a little "whoah". Crowding the hall before me are about 25 students. Sitting in chairs or on the floor they all look about as excited as I do. Apparently, it is fairly common for students to change their majors. Who knew?

While waiting on the floor for 45 minutes, I managed to finish a large portion of my biology research project. After I am about ready to leave and try again tomorrow, I hear a vioce call out "Ashley." I look up to see a small blonde woman disappearing into an office. I quickly pack up and attempt to follow the voice into what may or may not be the correct office. Good guess.

I sit down and inform this counselor that I would like to change my major. She asks me my ID number. I quickly recite it, proud to know the nine-digit number by heart. She then asks me what my intended major. I poudly announce that I am going to be a Communication Studies major. She types a few letters and says Ok. That's it? No celebration for a newly directed future? No balloons dropping from the ceiling? Not even a printed piece of paper to document my acheivement? Nope. That's it. Doesn't matter. I'm still excited. Unenthusiastic blonde women can not rain on this girl's parade.

What can, you ask? The red warning at the top of my degree audit say I may or may not graduate in four years.

i will dance, i will sing

to be mad for my King

nothing, Lord, is hindering this passion in my soul

Today I got a little sad. Long story that involves a great friend. But in my sadness I tried to think of who would be best to go to. After careful contemplation of who would best understand and empathize with me, I realized that my Jesus is always ready to listen. Crazy, huh? We spend so much time searching for someone to understand our feelings that we forget about the one who is right there with us.

Tonight I watched the CMA's. I'm not going to lie. I love Taylor Swift. I love how much fun her music is and how much truth she speaks, especially to young girls. But, Entertainer of the Year? Female Vocalist of the Year? Album of the Year? I almost understand the last one.

Did anybody pay attention to her performance at the beginning of the show? How strange that the Entertainer of the Year gave the worst performance of the night. I did appreciate the Kanye jokes. My favorite line from the night:

"Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Kanye. Because cowboys have manners and don't interrupt."

Today was good. The rest of the week will be incredible. Promise. As promised, pictures from Splatter Beat: