"The Worst Things In Life Come Free To Us"

Since starting my job at the Action Card office, I have attained one particular skill that has really helped me get through the boring days: people watching. As we all know, if you don't use your skills, you are gonna lose them, so I have taken this one particular skill out of the office and into the world. After doing some serious "people watching" on Alabama's campus, I have discovered some very...uh...interesting things that I really want to share. For example, I had an experience on my way to math this morning that will excite each and every one of you lovely ladies. Ready?

I was listening to my lovely ole iPod, enjoying the wonderful tunes and enjoying the beyond wonderful weather. To me, its a good day when I can walk to class without sweating and my hair looking like I took a huge can of Crisco and went to town on it. Yes, I know the movie The Help says to use Crisco on absolutely everything, but I am gonna have to disagree with its use on this one particular thing.

This man knows how to do the dang thing...props, homeboy!
"Work that up-do; OWN THAT UP-DO!"

Anyways, the wind was blowing my newly washed locks, which my bangs never seem to appreciate as much as the rest of me - I am all about working the "model look" without having to work hard for it. The sky was full of beautiful clouds that were every color of blue mixed with a hint of light purple and baby pink.  At that moment, I considered skipping my math class just so I could absorb more of this beautiful atmosphere, but I remembered we were reviewing for our test on Thursday. I mean, seriously - what is more important? Math or God's masterpiece? I knew the answer, but I also knew that Megan would not appreciate me pulling out the ole "hookey" routine without informing her. I mean clearly the answer to that previous question was the second option.

Just as I looked in front of me, a guy was randomly hiking up his right leg as if he was getting ready to punt a football forty yards into the field goal. Right as I was about to cover all of my lady parts and my noggin, I quickly had to transfer my hands to my mouth because I could feel my Special K cereal rising from down under. What I saw was him grabbing his "man business", you know, the one located underneath his blue jean zipper. Without thinking, I my lips began screaming, "WHOAHHHHHH"! Quickly, everyone's attention found me like I was the hot pink crayon in a tub of only white. Luckily, I was listening to "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield, and at the very same part where I screamed whoah, she began singing the exact same word. So I closed my eyes and threw my arms out by my side making gestures similar to that man off of Bring it On, you remember - SPIRIT FINGERS, then I sang "RELEASE YOUR INHIBITIONS! FEEEEEEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN" as loud as my lungs would allow. I quickly picked my dignity off of the ground and power-housed into Lloyd Hall. Sorry China...hope I didn't cause any natural disasters over there because of my voice, but in my defense, it was all mister punter's fault - he caused a huge natural disaster in my already faulty vision. I'm officially afraid to open my eyes anymore! Who knows what my innocent little eyes will land on next time!

Well, I am so glad that I was able to share my wonderful experience of the day with you all. I guess it's time for me to stop procrastinating and time for me to finish my paper and study for my two tests - YEEHAW BUCKAROOOOOO! I can't believe that next week is already dead week.WAIT - HOLY JAMA LLAMA...ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS! I suppose that means its time to whip out the ole Christmas tunes, right? :)

All I want for Christmas is yooooooou, baaaby!

Anywho, as finals week creeps up on all of us, I want everyone to remember this special little quote of mine:

"When life starts getting too stressful, that means it's time to take a nap!"

Good luck on all of your exams! In the words of Patty Benton: "Don't worry about it - they are just little tests and will soon be all over!"

 Love Always,
Haley
 
"And they say,
She's in the Class A Team,
Stuck in her daydream;
Been this way since 18.
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting;
Crumbling like pastries.
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us.
Cause we're just under the upper hand,
And go mad for a couple of grams.
And she don't want to go outside tonight.
The A Team - Ed Sheeran

This Road I'm On Is Going To Turn To Sand...

Hello, beautiful people!

Before I started this semester, a certain mama Cindee of mine said that she desperately wanted to hear some of the things I wrote in my creative writing class. Being the elephant that I am, (this is not entirely a fat joke about myself, I was just saying that means I never forget,) I decided to dedicate a blog about a little something, something that I hope you all enjoy.

A few weeks ago, my Creative Writing instructor/ graduate student/ el-teacher took us to the museum on campus for inspiration to write. I, being the introvert that I am, was incredibly nervous about this particular quest. I hate reading my stuff aloud because the other eleven people that are in my class are all seniors who have taken every blasted English Class, and lets just say that they pretty much have all their crapola together. Me, I am always sitting in the corner like, "yeah, man. I wrote something as hardcore as that, but I just don't want to share it and have all you lovely people steal it." Most of the time, I just write about Taylor Swift or all the homework I have to do when I go home. This day was surprisingly different.

After entering the museum, I noticed that each and every painting on the wall was abstract, all using three main colors : red, blue, and yellow. Some of these paintings included circles, other included squares, and some...yeah, I couldn't even figure those bad boys out.

This is similar to what was covering the walls.
That's exactly what I was thinking!
How on Earth are you supposed to write something deep about this?

I tried with every might of my being to get away from these overly boring paintings. I entered rooms, exited other ones. After five minutes of running away like Alice in her Wonderland, I finally plopped down infront of a painting similar to the one above. After putting my headphones in and staring at this massive piece of art, my pencil finally found it's way.

10/18/12 (Don't worry, this isn't the title...actually, I couldn't figure one out, so yes, this is the title.)

Here I am, yet another day, just hanging out. People walk in, cock their heads to the left, then to the right. After five minutes of their heads replicating the motion of a see-saw, they straighten their bodies and smile, as if they knew every single detail about me. Some whisper, "Ohhhh, she painted triangles for kicks and giggles or just so she could meet her deadline." No. My maker created me for particular reasons that only I can try to describe. With every stroke of my becoming, a tear fell from her beautifully rounded chin. She could've painted boxes or maybe even smooth circles, but instead, she chose the sharp edges of a triangle, because those were the only ones that matched the stabbing pains in her heart. My triangles points may be sharp, but the edges are rather smuged and less defined; I think it had something to do with the fact that she felt like she had lost her identity the night before. Finally, she stood up and looked at me, similar to the people who now come to view me. There was something different about the way she stared at me, though. She looked, not with any smug "know-it-all" facial expressions, but with saddness in her eyes. She described her pain perfectly by creating me, and now, instead of forgetting her feelings, they were staring back at her. She went to grab the brushes she recently placed in a cup full of water. With one flick of the wrist, she splattered little paint drops across the triangles, finally allowing me to cry with her.

When it came time for us to read our writings aloud, for the first time I had the confidence to raise my hand first. Like I said before, I am an introvert, so when my hand went high, it was shaking in the process. Sadly, another student raised her hand at the very same time, so being the sweet southerner that I am, I allowed her to go and I took the liberty of going second. When my time came, I took a deep breath and let the words on my page flow. After I finished reading, I looked up to find everyones eyes were on me. I began nervously laughing...I should really get that checked out or atleast under control, sheesh. Suddenly, three or four of my classmates began saying how much they loved it! One girl on the front was like, "Oh my gosh! That's so awesome! People don't usually think that deep into the behind the scenes work of paintings. They look at abstract stuff and think booooooooring. That's so cool that you didn't." At that moment, I began nervously laughing again because I totally did think that...at first. (Sorry wonderful paintings in the Art Museum. It was 9:30 in the morning and I was minus caffeine.)


I hope you all enjoyed a little snit-bit of my work. Aha, I say that like I am going professional, or like I am dadgum Nicholas Sparks or something. Maybe someday...WAIT! That almost sounded like I was saying I wanted to be a man like Nicholas Sparks! No, no no! I was totally talking about being a super writer like him! Oh, that's what y'all were thinking, too? Wshoo, good!

I hope you all have a maaaaarvelous week! Remember: you gotta sleep or you will end up as looney as me! OH SNAP- STORY TIME! Earlier this morning, I was just sitting at work studying a little for my journalism test on Friday. All of a sudden, a caught myself looking for my seatbelt, as if I were in a car or something! Oh my gosh, how embarrassing! Once I noticed what I was doing, I quickly pretended like I was looking for my hair tie then screamed "FOUND IT!" Everyone looked at me like, "umm...good for you?" Ahaha...my life.


Anyways...

TWO MORE WEEKS UNTIL THANKSGIVING!

"Well this road I'm on's gonna turn to sand;
And leave me lost in a far off land.
So let me ride the wind til I don't look back,
Forget the life that I almost had.
If I wander til I die.
May I know who's hand I'm in.
If my home I'll never find;
And let me live again."

The Longer I Run by Peter Bradley Adams

For those who just need a laugh, here yah go. Ps - I am marrying Ethan. Just FYI...