I wanna be a cool blogger like mah friendsss

A lot of my favorite bloggers do totally random posts. Just their musings of the week. 

They are my favorite and because I like doing hood rat stuff with my friends I thought I'd do one of them too.

So here we go. 

First and foremost I want to let everyone know that I am fully engaging in the challenge issued by Ellen. She has encouraged people to participate in a Dance Dare. This is where you go and dance behind someone without them being noticed.

As many of you know I love a good photo bomb:

Not even babies are safe...

But I also love a good dance so this will be perfect. 

Emma Stone (my celebrity girl crush, besides Tina Fey and Kelly Clarkson) models the way that this truly should be done: 

Secondly, I'm starting a feud with Jennifer Love Hewitt. 

She publicly admitted that she wants to start dating Adam Levine. 

  Oh no she didn't...

It's on JLH. 

Party of Five? How about Party of NONE! 

(That was a. terrible and b. made no sense.)

Also I'm fully engaging in my tweet campaign once again for Adam. 

I wanted to be respectful since he was so happy with that harlot Anne V. 

But it's back on full force. 

Joe seems to be doubting me but I made things very clear:

It's on. 

I attended Wrestlmania at Valley Lanes Bowling Alley for the 2nd year in a row.

 

It's a palace. 

Even cooler Dan came up to watch it with us.

 Fully prepared.

We made a pact that we were going to go see it live next year.

 Heaven help New Jersey.

Finally this week I stumbled upon the most frightening thing on television. 

Abby Lee from "Dance Moms"

  Terrifying.

 (via)

She yells at these 7 to 10 year old girls so much I was at first a little confused. Was she was rehabilitating juvenile delinquents thru the art of dance?

She is not. 
She's just a real yelly lady. 

She told a 10 year old, "You're not 7 anymore you're 10, get it together."

She also makes them do extremely dark routines. 

Last week they did numbers where they were homeless, in jail, and I caught an episode where a solo number was centered around a girl being a runaway. 

My 10 year old dancer self would not have survived.

But alas I have become addicted to another crappy reality TV show,

and I gotta say: I don't hate it. 

So there you have it, dance dares, twitter wars/campaigns, wrestling, and dance moms. 

Big week in the life of Ashley A. Jones.