I Nearly Left The Real Me On The Shelf

Hey there!

"Stomp, stomp - I've arrived!" It seems like I am always starting off my blogs by saying, "It has been waaaay too long". As always, it has been way to long. I have so much stuff to catch you up on...oh my gosh - it's about to get intense, so hold on tight and don't you dare even think about letting go!

I just recently received an email stating that our house will officially be gone in June. Well, one night I just couldn't sleep and all the memories I made in that house started floating around in my head. If you don't mind, I'd like to share a few. That house has been everything to me for the past twelve years. I know you're probably thinking, "how on Earth can a house be everything?" Well, It's where my mom and I would swim every summer and compete on who could get the best suntan. These competitions were intense - I basically chose to get a job as a lifeguard because of these competitions. I was in the sun all day long and she still was tanner than me. This house is where my father and I would dance in the sun-room together while listening to either Leaves on a Siene by David Lanz or the Pussycat Dolls CD. On Saturdays, he was really good about waking us up by going out there and blasting "Don't Cha wish your girlfriend was hott like me?" Who on earth could continue sleeping with all that going on? You can only imagine the looks we got in public since I decided to make that his ringtone and he never knew how to change it - he loved it. This house is where I accidentally threw a rock at Justin's head and accidentally made it start bleeding...accidentally. We were outside playing basketball and he was being a "meanie pants" (my words exactly) and wouldn't play fairly. It was meant to go past his head and just "scare" him a little. Well, I didn't realize how good I was until...BOOM - blood everywhere. This house is where Tyler and I created Redneck Skiing (which is where someone is pulling another person around on a foldable table by using a four-wheeler). Things were all good until Tyler got his truck involved - emphasis on the V8. Finally, this house is where Alysson and I did everything in our power to get a cat out of a roll of wire because we were worried about him living an unhappy life in there. Well, before we knew it, Demon (the cats new name after we finally set him free) completely clawed Alyssons arm and bit off the remainder of skin left on her hand. We didn't see him around much after that day. The main thing is that I have so many memories attached to this house, and I barely even touched the surface. I was there when it was only a huge mound of dirt and a plot of cement. Now, it's a house full of small memories, oh, and a snake-infested pond. I hope the next people who get this house enjoy it half as much as we did...Oh, and sorry about the tiny marks I made on the walls in my bedroom. In the third grade, I believed my brother when he said I wasn't going to get any taller than 5'0...guess what..5'7 and a half. :)

This is Redneck Skiing - not what you were expecting, huh?

I had my first Biology test on Thursday, February 2. Well, I get in the enormous classroom and found a seat on the opposite from where my roommates were sitting (no, I wasn't dissing them - there wasn't any room next to them). Well, I started to reach in my bag for my notes when I saw my phone light up with the words "Tyler Moody". The first thing I thought was, "GREAT! I am about to take my very first Biology test and he is about to ask me to do something for him later...ugh!" So I opened the message armed with a rude reply, then I realized...he wasn't asking me to do anything, at all. The message read, "Good luck on ur test today!!! I'm 100 percent sure biology is about to be made your b****." The sad part is that when I finished that message, I basically started crying. I literally jumped out of my chair and ran over (yes, I ran in front of a class of almost 300 students) to where my roommates were sitting. I shoved my phone in each of their faces and demanded them to read the same message. Maggie glanced at me after reading it and said, "don't cry...". I would say that the reason why I got all emotional was because I was lacking in the sleep area...but I think that would be a lie. I started thinking about how long it had been since I actually told Tyler when my Biology test was...which meant he actually had to remember! Has never ever ever sent me a text message (at 9 a.m. I might add) and wished me luck on anything. I was taken aback. After causing a scene, I galloped back to my chair and prepared for the near death experience I was about to encounter (aka...the test). The best part was, when I became overwhelmed during the exam, I just thought back to that text message and a smile would randomly appear across my face.

While we are talking about Tyler...Monday, February 6th, was his 22nd birthday. Well, this past weekend he went to New Orleans with his "brothers" for the Delta Sig formal. While he was away, I completely cleaned up his room (with the help of my dear roommate, Megan). Let me just say one thing - this was not an easy task. It literally took from Friday to Sunday to finish. I washed, ironed, and replaced broken buttons on all of his clothes...keep in mind that he has two huge closets. The people in the laundry room at Rose looked at me like I was two scoops of crazy with a side of coo-coo cachoo -yeah, I six loads. On Sunday, Maggie and Megan helped me decorate his room with balloons and streamers...oh, and glitter, of course! Anyways, when he came back on Sunday, he had to stop by my dorm room to get the key for his apartment. He had a terrible look on his face because his time in New Orleans just wasn't up to par...literally, he looked broken to pieces. But, I knew that was all about to change. I was so excited for him to see his room - I was like a kid in the candy shop about to pee her pants! After he left, I held my breath for a solid five minutes until finally, my phone rang. Tyler was so giddy and then he said, "Thank you so much for everything in my room - It literally made my weekend so much better. Like forreal, thanks Haley." Then comes the waterworks - not from Tyler, me. Ahh, he breaks my little heart...:)

Happy Birthday, Tyler! There's nothing like embarrassing family. :)
 

BREAKING NEWS! So, this weekend I have a smoking hot date! Surprising, right? Ohhh myyy gooosh, well, his name is Ethan, and he is absolutely ah-mazing. We have planned to watch a movie together on Saturday - oh yes, snuggle buddies! ;) (I thought about us going to the theater to watch a chick-flick...but that would be a wee-bit awkward.) What makes him so wonderful is, well...everything! He listens to every single thing I say...seriously! I never have to repeat myself! I don't know about all of y'all, but I haven't met many men who actually listen. Also, he has wonderful shoulders for me to lean on when I cry...and when I do cry, he is always always always comforting me and letting me know that everything is going to be fine...especially with him in my life. Gosh - I couldn't ask for more. OH YEAH- Best part ever - he doesn't bother me when I sleep...he knows how precious sleeping is to me, and how mean I am without it! So when I fall asleep next to him, he just pulls me closer and lets me fall asleep on his chest, which is twice as wonderful as his arms. I am such a lucky girl; I just hope it lasts forever! Ahhh...love. :)

This is Ethan and I. See - I told you he was hot...pink. ;)

So, Monday night I had a movie moment I really want to share with everyone. First things first, have you guys seen the movie Something Borrowed? Well, do you know the part where she is standing outside a bar in the pouring rain confessing to Dex that she loves him and doesn't care who knows it? Yeah...that didn't happen to me...so, don't get all excited over there. I had just left my brothers birthday dinner, and I was standing outside the restaurant, El Ricon, getting ready to walk to my car. I was checking my phone and I knew better than to do that while walking across the street. Can you say splat? Anyways, there was a bar next door and the song Name by the Goo Goo Dolls was the soundtrack for this particular moment. As I looked away from my phone, I turned around to find a particular guy telling me goodbye in the distance. I paused for a moment, because like the movies...I became speechless. The worst part is...it wasn't a good kind of speechless. As I looked in his eyes, I saw something that literally broke my heart into pieces...I saw the look of someone who couldn't have cared less about me...from someone who I actually cared about. Without looking, I just started walking across the street...oh yeah, I made across without a single scratch. I now know exactly what Rachel felt like, because like me, Dex left her there to drown. "It's lonely where you are, come back down..." was the last lyrics I heard before completely shutting my car door. I pushed the button for Maxi to come alive, and suddenly Jessie J found her way through my speakers and veins and into my heart. "Don't lose it all...in the blur of the stars" took the empty feeling out of my stomach (Who You Are by Jessie J). After shedding the last tear, I began driving down the road without a single look in the rear-view mirror.

 I have a lot more to tell you guys, but I have to go celebrate my brothers birthday AGAIN with my aunt and uncle. I swear - Tyler's birthday is like a week-long event. - Tyler, if you are reading this...just know that your birthday is exhausting! I hope you all have a wonderful Thursday night...be looking for another blog before the weekend is over!

I think about you all the time
But I don't need the same
It's lonely where you are
Come back down
And I won't tell 'em your name
Name by the Goo Goo Dolls


Love Always,
Haley

I'll Tell You All My Secrets If You Stick Around

Hey there!

Well, I have survived my first few days of classes...shouldn't there be a shirt for that? No, I'm only kidding - but, so far, they are pretty good. The first day in my biology class, the guy sitting next to me asked me for my digits - it's weird because my nose was running like a waterfall and everything! Don't worry, I discretely wiped my nose before giving him my number. Yes, I'm very lady-like. Oh boy, it was so funny because on Tuesday, our second day of biology class for those who are over there keeping count, he ran down to the isle I was sitting with my eyes basically closed and said, "Hey Haley!" Keep in mind that it was a little bit before 9:30 in the morning, so as you can probably guess, he scared the heebie jeebies out of me! I quickly jumped in my seat and said, "WHOAH! Hey man, I'm doing good. How are you?" If I would've had my rape whistle, I most likely would've blown it - FYI. Then he started talking to me about how it seemed like my cold was going away. I'm not going to lie - I was taken aback by the fact that he noticed I even had a cold. Do guys usually do that or something? Oh well! Anyways, moving right along - in my math and Human Development classes, my teachers basically cracked jokes the whole time - they're actually pretty funny, too! My math teacher has that attitude like shes experienced it all. Now, I'm not saying that she has done drugs and junk...but I am saying that there is a possibility.

So, like I said on the last blog, I've got butt-tons to say, but I'm struggling to find the right words to help me say it. I'm just gonna go ahead and say it - I blame it on math. "YEAH MATH - YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!"***super funny story to add to this later on. Anyways, I wrote something else on the 20th of December while I was slaving away at work. (For those of you who can't read my sarcasm - I sat on my butt from 8-5 two days in a row.) Latey, I've been reading a lot of Chelsea Handler books. I don't know how to explain it other than saying...she's addicting. Kinda like Lays potato chips - can't eat just one...well, actually you can, but I've heard it's a painful experience. I really do try to watch her show whenever I think about it, though - I'm sorry, Chelsea. It's been a while. - Anyways, I had so much spare time at work that I have actually begun and finished reading Lies That Chelsea Told Us. I started this whole "Chelsea escapade" during the summer while I was lifeguarding. It took until the very end of 2011 to realize how amazing she is. I might even say that she is basically my idol. I mean, she isn't really "idol-worthy"...so hence the word might. But look at her! She has more confidence than any celebrity I've ever known! Now, that says something because I'm sure we all remember when Lady Gaga wore that meat dress to an award show a few years back. That takes a lot of confidence and a lot of alcohol. Oh, and this is the best part...she has such a wonderful lingo! No, I am not talking about the rainbow of cusswords she dishes out. I am talking about the words she basically invents, like the word "peekachu". I am probably not allowed to say what she uses that for, but lets just say is has to do with a lady. It's so great! While my roomies and I are all out and about, I can say, "Oh goodness - that girls peekachu is about to say hello" and they all know exactly what I'm talking about. Try saying it..."peekachu." Gah, it just rolls off the end of your tongue doesn't it? I think my favorite part about her is the fact that she is so honest - on her t.v. show and in her books. It's like she's thinking, "I don't care about what these people think of me. They're just jealous of how completely honest I am." She is kinda similar to Taylor Swift, too (don't tell her I said that). She will talk smack about a guy and say his entire name like it doesn't even matter if he is watching her show at the moment. Now, I don't ever want to be that honest...that's just asking for trouble. But I can bet on my life that she isn't sitting up at night worrying about some ex-boyfriend and why things didn't work out...or worried about some stupid girl and why she said the things she said that day. The day I can finally say I am like that is a special day that I will mark down in the books. Speaking of books...SHE'S A DANG WRITER! That's another reason why she rocks my socks. Ugh...I am so jealous of that! That's okay, Chelsea. Be looking for me in a few years.

I just felt like I needed to add this for a visual effect. There is no way I would put raw meat that close to my peekachu!

***My story about math. Well, one day when I was really young, probably elementary school, I remember I was sitting on the couch watching something on the Disney Channel. I can't really remember which Disney movie it was, but I do remember the chalk board in the background. The board read "A+B=C". After reading that, I remember looking over at my mom, while in tears, and saying, "Mom...am I supposed to know what that means? I don't...I don't even know the answer to that! I am already in elementary school and I don't know to do that! MOM! I am going to fail at life! I can't do this...I am behind! What am I gonna do!?" I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe...but I do remember my mom looking at me and just laughing! Wshoo, after my breakdown, I remember going into my bedroom and hugging my barbies and telling them how happy I was that had them for the rest of my life. Wshoo.

 "At some point during almost every romantic comedy, the female lead suddenly trips and falls, stumbling helplessly over something ridiculous like a leaf, and then some Matthew McConaughey type either whips around the corner just in the nick of time to save her or is clumsily pulled down along with her. That event predictably leads to the magical moment of their first kiss. Please. I fall ALL the time. You know who comes and gets me? The bouncer." - Chelsea Handler

Look at her. She's two scoops of crazy with a side of coo-coo-cachoo.
 

Well, tonight I am going to try to get in the bed before 3:30 am. Ugh - I hate it when I can't sleep. I am currently finishing the first season of One Tree Hill with Megan and Anna and searching for new hair styles...I wanna look rockin! ;) JUST WAIT!

I miss all of you guys. I hope 2012 has been treating you well and giving you new life experiences - I know it sure has me. I am very excited about what this year has to offer me. I started it out differently than I usually do. I don't have much to lose anymore...so here's to everything left to gain (EXCEPT WEIGHT)! :)

LOOK AT ME! I cannot believe I got to meet him! 2012 - You are so wonderful! :)

I am gonna close this with a quote someone use to say to me all the time. Sometimes, we all just need a little reminding. I hope everyone has a wonderful and SAFE week! Always remember: Stop, Drop, and Roll - that can get you out of almost anything.

"Don't ever let anyone put you as number two in their life, because you deserve to be number one."

I was playing back a thousand memories, baby
Thinkin' 'bout everythin' we've been through
Maybe I've been goin' back too much lately
When time stood still and I had you
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside
'Til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now.

If This Was A Movie - Taylor Swift

Love Always,
Haley

Tell Me Once Again That You'll Love Me To The Death And Should I Die, You Swear That You Will Come For Me?

Well, long time no talk! It has been nearly a month since I have shared my "life story" with all of y'all ( been having any withdrawals?) As y'all may know, thoughts and stories that desperately need to be told are always running through my mind. I just want to give everyone a fair warning that all words and paragraphs and/or separate blogs after this one...well, lets just say that they will be a "jambalaya" mess. I actually wrote a lot of these "stories" down while I was being productive at work. Geeze...get excited, will yah?

December 20, 2011

Lately, I have been thinking about the type of man I should have in my life...I actually think this came about when I was discussing this with my roommate, Megan, after an emotional viewing of Dear John (don't worry, Will...she doesn't want you to change your career goals or anything :D). Well, I have come to the conclusion that I need to consider a guy in a uniform. Okay, okay. The fact that I saw the cutest guy alive (mental note for everyone: he was sportin' a full-on Army uniform and a big pearly-white smile) leaving the math lab the other day did help me see the light in this decision. Imagine our lives together, will you? We would officially meet at some random place, possibly a Smoothie King or something. He would accidentally bump into me, totally knocking my medium-sized berry punch smoothie with added energy to the ground. As I catch most of my amazing potion on my shirt, I can't help but watch the rest of it fall to the ground (to compare this feeling to something in your life, imagine having the most wonderful, most sought after thing you could possibly imagine. Then imagine, out of no where, it being taken out of your life in the blink of an eye. Yeah, that's a BIG bummer.) As I sit down on the floor, while holding back soft sobs, I desperately try to clean up the horrific berry-colored puddle on the ground. Suddenly, I notice another hand taking part in the same job mine was doing and I couldn't help but to pause. My eyes slowly travel north towards his face until both of ours meet at a fixed gaze. He was tall, dark, handsome...oh, and army strong. After helping me back up to my feet, he gathered my belongings off the ground and tried to place them back in my arms. I seemed to have lost the capability to grip anything at that particular moment in time, so the job wasn't as easy as it sounds. After I finally grabbed a hold of my things, he proceeded to introduce himself to me and apologize for the miraculous disaster. One date leads to another, and suddenly we are planning our wedding. (Don't worry, his proposal was definitely something like my dads*** since I said yes...more on that later.) As I walk down the isle in my long, white, flowing dress, I couldn't help but to think of the description Katherine Heigl had about her future hubby in the movie "27 Dresses". Yeap, my man fit her details perfectly. I look directly at him and notice that his eyes look more watery than usual (that is all I have ever wanted - a guy to look at me when I am wearing a long gown and just, I don't know, look like he just saw the most amazing thing. No, I do not want a dang "thumbs up"...If I see that, I will walk the other direction. Note to self: have something with thorns in my bouquet in case of an emergency like that.) A few years pass, and he comes and goes like the wind. One bright and sunny day, we find out that we have a child on the way. Nine months later, baby Landon makes his way into the world...just as his father gets shot and finds his way out. Wait...I don't like how this story is ending...fairy tales do exist! Okay, okay...time to reevaluate this shin-dig...or the man...but, he was so beautiful...and so fictional. Well, I don't know about all of y'all, but I was definitely picturing Taylor Lautner throughout that story. Anyways, my story may not go in that particular order...or with that particular type of guy...but after attending Passion this year in Atlanta, I have found that I don't really want or need a man in my life anytime soon. Like I said, Bonar is the only man in my life for now. But I just keep thinking...I bet an army man wont lie to me and say he has been soooooo busy when he is basically just sitting at his house or wait 8 or more days just to text me "ehhh" and inform me about his new love life. Yeah...that was just random examples and everything. On a different note, I saw a car tag today that said, "It takes a soldier to love a princess." I guess that is also why I am thinking this. I definitely think I am a princess...don't ruin my dreams, okay?

Man oh me. If this doesn't break your heart...I don't know what will. *Notice the wife outside her husbands hearse.*

**This is the story of how my father proposed to my mother...well, this is the way Tyler told me atleast.

         One sunny day, My mother was traveling to work. She lived in Mobile, Alabama, and worked at one of the major hospitals down there. On this particular sunny day, she was taking her usual route to work when suddenly she paid extra attention to the huge Regions Bank building. While focusing on the building, and of course traffic, she noticed there were words posted in the windows...words saying, "Will You Marry Me, Angela?" Now, out of the butt-loads of Angela's that live in Mobile, I don't know how she figured out that that was directed to her...but, as we all know, they ended up being married and lived happily together. Now Alysson or whoever reads this...if this story isn't accurate, I would very much like for you to tell me. I, of course, want to know the truth. I need to know what my future man needs to live up to. ;)

 

This music video inspired the prior story. Thanks T-Swizzle (T-Pizzle...I'm like 8 foot 4...).

 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS SONG. Okay...please don't make me beg...I WILL THOUGH!

"I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile. So good to me, so right. And how you held me in your arms that September night...the first time you ever saw me cry. Maybe this is wishful thinking. Probably mindless dreaming. But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right. I'd go back in time and change it but I can't. So if the chain is on your door I understand...BUT IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE...IT'S TOO LATEEEE."

Wshoo...yes, now I am good. I have been wanting to get that out for a good hour now. OH, AND IF THOSE VIOLINS DIDN'T TICKLE YOUR HEART...we can't be friends anymore.

This is how Shelby and I feel

 

 

Yes! Be jealous - this is true dedication!

Okay, I know everyone probably feels jipped because this blog doesn't say much. Just know that I pinky promise I will make up for this. I wanted to keep the army paragraph in it's own little category and then, of course, Taylor Swift had to get involved. I have so much to tell you guys that I am struggling trying to get it out! Wshoo, well, I hope everyone has a blessed weekend!

  

Peace, Love and...HAPPINESS,

Haley

"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."

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  Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise.
I don't have a choice but I still choose you.

Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars

 

"Happy New Year and Happy Four Months, Mommy. Daddy, Happy New Year. Oh, and please keep Mommy straight - she's a wild one."

Love always,

Your Little Princess

I've Got Nothing To Lose And Only You To Gain, Tell Me Do You Feel The Same?

Hello again!

Saying that this week was incredibly intense would be an understatement. Luckily, it's finally over and I have the time to catch y'all up on everything, so here goes.

Sunday, I started off the week by going to the library with Maggie and...(drum-roll, please), Delicious. Most people would think that the story ended there because I said the word "library", but if you thought that, you're so wrong. Before I get ahead of myself, I just want y'all to know that I was actually not that excited about seeing him. The night before he was texting me about the girl he liked...wanting advice about how to win her back. Yeah...what the french-toast is right. I was pretty upset about it...but I bounced back (I will talk about that more in a different paragraph). So anyways, I sat down in front of him and began working on Biology, since you know, it was exam week. About 20 minutes into the study session, I remembered my AMP that I brought with me and that made me very thirsty. As I flicked open the top (I poured it into a thermos-thing before leaving my dorm), 96% of my untouched AMP came shooting out, similar to what a water fountain does, and on to my entire left half of my body. I sat there, dumbfounded. Before looking at Delicious, I looked at Maggie and said, "I am such. an. idiot." Trying to refrain from crying, I started busting out laughing and Maggie ordered me to go to the bathroom and clean myself off. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. Oh boy, but when I did, my mind started shooting out all of these ideas like, "should I just leave and go back to my dorm room?" I then remembered my 58 pound backpack that Maggie would have to carry and decided that wasn't a good idea. After pouring water all over my shirt and making it look even worse, I decided to casually walk back to my seat. (Yes, the library was slammed-packed that day) After sitting down, I looked up at Delicious and saw him hysterically laughing at me. Without a word, he looked down and began texting me about my disastrous outfit. The weird thing was, he wasn't calling it disastrous - he was telling me how cute I looked. Wshoo, I know, right? That night, I actually stayed in the library for 12 blasted hours (yes, I was way past delusional)! Finals week makes you do crazy things.

The next few days consisted of about 3 hours of sleep, waking up at 9, eating breakfast, then heading off to the library. Two mental break-downs (both occurring in the library) later, it was finally Thursday afternoon. No, I wasn't finished with my finals or anything, I still had two more on Friday... Thursday was just like a much needed "hump-day" for me. Maggie and I took a trip to Wal-mart, after dropping something off at the library for someone ( I will go more in depth later - I have recently learned about a few people who are reading this...yes sir, you know who you are.) Well, he told me he was going to bring them back to me later. Friday morning, right after I get out of the shower, I hear my ringtone blasting from my bedroom. He was wanting to bring back what I allowed him to borrow (thank goodness I got up early to get a shower). Once he got here, he totally jumped out of his truck and came over and gave me the biggest hug. I was having a horrible morning before that moment. Ahhh...at least I have something to dream about. Sadly though, it will only be dreaming...While sitting in the library on Sunday, Delicious started randomly talking about how I was "off limits". Can I tell you why? 1. Tyler is my brother. 2. I dated James (another frat brother). 3. Uncle Jeff is, well obviously, my uncle and one of the head-honchos of the fraternity. 4. Chase, another frat brother, is pretty much my brother. That last one led to another interesting statement. He then started talking about how he was like my brother, too. What a brain-blaster. I am sure he thought I was nuts because I started busted out laughing - he started talking about incest and all that crap because, you know, it's Alabama.

I have been having this feeling that my heart is becoming very resilient. I'm not sure yet if that's a good or a bad thing...I mean, think about it. If I'm able to bounce back from heart-break easily, staying up with my best friends while watching romantic movies and eating chocolate (my friends are the greatest) won't feel the same if I get over it in 2.7 seconds. Besides, I feel like if I bounce back quickly, that will mean that I don't care as much anymore - I definitely don't want to become someone who doesn't care! I don't know, I could be wrong. Not dwelling on how much something hurt your heart could be quite nice. It's just weird, I am sad that he has another woman, but for some odd reason, I keep remembering that this is how all of the good movies start. ;) Pshhh, "off limits" by butt!

Lately, I've been thinking about my future. Even thought I have wanted to (and still want to) be a dentist since the butt-crack dawn of time, I can't help but to think if that's whats going to make me happy in this world. I don't want to be one of those people who are getting up every morning and can't stand what they do. As you can tell, I really like to write...I can honestly say I could write all day long. For instance, I am currently working on three hours of sleep. Instead of actually going to bed, I am writing. Sometimes I wish I could be a writer...maybe. I could write for magazines...like Cosmo! Can you imagine...Amazing Makeup Tips That Will Boost Your Natural Beauty by 200% by Haley Moody. I bet you got chills after reading that. But who knows really; I mean, I may just decide to start a band tonight and travel all over the world singing "Into Your Arms" with my angel-like voice - my first demand will be to go on tour with The Maine - no exceptions. Or maybe I could be like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. I won't take all the credit for that idea - Maggie thought of that when I was having one of my mental breakdowns in the library. Who knows where my life is going to take me. But really, I can't imagine giving up on being a Dentist/Orthodontist. That has always been my dream. Well, I'm not technically saying that I am ever going to give up on it, I'm just uncertain if I will make it. I won't know if I don't try, so look out world!

As you can tell, I've toned up since y'all have seen me last :)

HERE IS A FUN LITTLE THING I WANT TO SHARE! :)

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DON'T LOOK BACK UP AT THE PICTURE!

Now, What color was his gym bag? 

I DIDN'T KNOW EITHER!

I hope y'all enjoyed that. Have a great rest of the weekend, and to my friends...I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT SEEING Y'ALL IN THREE DAYS THAT I JUST NEARLY PEE'D MY PANTS! :)

Love Always,

Haley

"I want you forever, forever and always
Through the good and the bad and the ugly
We'll grow old together, and always remember
Whether happy or sad or whatever
We'll still love each other, forever and always
Forever and always, forever and always
She finishes the vows but the beeps are getting too slow
His voice is almost too low
As he says, I love you forever, forever and always
Please just remember even if I'm not there
I'll always love you, forever and always." 

- Forever and Always by Parachute

When I'm With You I Feel Like I Could Die and That Would Be All Right

Hello there,

-Monday-

As a result of cleaning everything out of my house, I have an entire box of film rolls that I develop every time  I want to treat myself (lame, right). The week before Thanksgiving, I brought 3 rolls of film and one disposable camera to the Rite Aid across the street from campus. After waiting two weeks, I finally got a call informing me that I could come pick them up...I had just made it to Mobile when they called. Monday night, after dropping Maggie off at her Tacky Christmas party, I decided to run by and finally grab them. After jokingly arguing with the guy behind the counter that I did actually have photos there, he finally came across the small pack with my name. He handed them to me while saying, "I'm hurt that I am not in any of these photos you took..." I didn't really know what to do...so I did my trademark giggle and said "I hope you have a good night" then walked out (yes, I did pay for them). Once I made it back to my dorm room, I sat down and ripped open all four packages. I was quite disappointed to say the least. Here is what was in the packages...please keep in mind that this was $50.

Every single one of them are a fuzzy, green mess. 

I have an even better caption for this picture...

"These are the picture my mom took of our swimming pool 

many years ago when it was over-flowing with algae!" ;)

-Tuesday-

Last night what quite eventful - literally a huge mixture of emotions. Maggie and I decided we were going to take an adventure to Rodgers Library after she finished taking care of some business..aha. Before we went to the library, she needed to stop by her sorority house. While sitting in the car, an incredibly sad song came on the radio - I bet you won't be able to guess the name of it. Cryin' for Me by Toby Keith (even if you don't particularly like country music, please go listen to this song. It will make the rest of this paragraph more understandable). As I was sitting there listening to the lyrics to this song, I started bawling my eyes out. (You should've seen the faces the sorority girls had that were passing by; they were all dressed up in their tacky Christmas outfits, then BOOM, they saw me and it was like they had just been told that Santa wasn't real.) Boy, once those tears started falling, it was like a never-ending waterfall. Once Maggie got in the car, I tried so hard not to make eye-contact. Once I did, her face dropped and she said, "OH MY GOSH - What happened!?!" I looked at her and said, "I'm sorry - I had a Wendy's moment." ***(look down for definition) Maggie then looked at me and said, "Ohhh my gooooshhhhh! Why? What happened?" I then told her about the song. She looked at me with a confusion slapped across her face and said, "Wah...why...Did you not CHANGE the song?" I looked around and thought about it and said, "No...I guess I didn't" I am not the kind of person who will turn something when it upsets me - I think it's one of those "let me see how strong I am" kind of things. Yeah, it really can't be healthy. Don't worry, the night didn't end like that. A special person named "Delicious" started texting me, which brightened my whole day. Yeeeaaah, he pretty much needs me in his life ;).

***(Our code-name for breakdown moments is called a "Wendy's moment" because one day before Thanksgiving break, Maggie, Anna and I went to Wendy's before getting Christmas ornaments for our dorm-room tree. That particular Wendy's was the same one that my mom, sister and I went to when we had to come up many years ago for my cousin's wedding - I wasn't planning on telling them that little piece of information -. After getting my food, I went to sit down in the nearest place that would seat three people. Once I put my food down and began to pull my chair out, I started to freeze up. Anna was right behind me and noticed that I was acting weird. With a smile on my face, I responded by saying, "This is the same table my mom, sister, and I sat at when we came up for my cousin's wedding." I placed down my food in the exact same spot that I had sat in many years before. After telling Anna that, she started asking me where everyone sat. Right as she was placing her food down on the booth-side, I busted her happy-bubble by saying, "That's where my mom sat." She looked at me with a flushed face and said, "I can't sit there anymore!" I got up and slide my stuff where hers once was. Anna then turned around and went to get her some ketchup - that's where Maggie was, also. I began doing my hour-long-right-before-meal-prayer. As I finished, I looked over and saw Maggie and Anna talking. Anna came back with a red face and eyes and put on a fake smile. I looked at her and said, "What's wrong?!" This is literally why it is called a Wendy's moment...she basically cried the rest of the meal.)***

-Thursday-

Many of y'all may have seen my facebook status earlier. If not, here it is: "Someday, someday really soon, you are going to realize that for just once, it actually has to be about me." Have any of y'all had those type of people in your life that you text when you are literally having a terrible day, but when you tell them that, they turn the conversation around and start talking about how theirs is 12x worse? Have you ever had that happen seven times in one day...yes, seven. As a freshman in high school, I was the kind of girl who was incredibly quiet and easily ran over by people. I had a person in my life that I would tell everything to, but they would always be like "Oh my gosh, my blah blah blah is sooooo much worse...you totally have it easy." I came to the conclusion that my problems were just really not that big of a deal, so I started keeping them to myself - that happened for about four years until I got in a relationship, and he basically forced me out of my shell. Well lately...I've been wanting to sink back in. It's so difficult not to when you have those kind of people in your life, am I right? Everyone reading this, can you all please do me a favor? Don't let the people in your life have this feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach...it tastes like loneliness with a hint of spaghetti sauce (ahaha). Right now, go text them and tell them you love them...tell them life is gonna be fine...mostly, tell them you are there to listen. Trust me, it could change, save, or brighten that persons day (I am now finished with my "save the world" speech).

This is a little something else I would like to get off my chest...

    Dear mom and dad :

I was at a music concert tonight and the lady that was singing asked us to close our eyes and picture someone we love - well, I pictured you guys. She then continued and told us that once we left tonight, we needed to call that person we pictured and tell them that we loved them. Well, y'all aren't answering, so I wrote this in hopes that y'all would take time to read it. She finished her speech by saying that in the blink of an eye, that person could be taken away, so we needed to make sure they knew exactly how we felt. Well, since half of that last sentence has already occurred, I just want you to know that I try daily to make that other half of the sentence come true. I know, I know, at night I sure do ask a lot from you guys like to help me find happiness, let me make something of this thing we call "life", and mostly, I ask y'all to make sure delicious doesn't break my heart, aha. But, I just want you to know that I do my best daily to make y'all proud. I know I can do better, but I also know that the mistakes I make will help me in the long run. Thanks for being my little guardian angels - I couldn't make it without you guys. ;)
 

It is finally the weekend. I have one final down and four more to go...this week literally couldn't pass fast enough! Good luck to everyone during this miserable week...and props to everyone who made through already! I can't wait to see everyone...Merry 9th of December ;) Sleep tight.

Love always,

Haley

PS - I may have some really great news after tonight - I hope y'all are as excited as I am! :)

I've never told a lie,
and that makes me a liar,
I've never made a bet,
but we gamble with desire,
I've never lit a match,
with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames,
are getting out of control.

-Jasey Rae - All Time Low

My Thoughts Will Echo Your Name Until I See You Again

I miss the weekend already!

Friday, I decided to take a road trip down to Mobile, AL to see some of my friends and my family. That night, I went to Callie-Marie's "Christmas Spectacular" production. Let me just say, it was absolutely beautiful! The best part was seeing one of my best friends do what she does best.

This picture was my favorite :)

 That same night, Shelby was supposed to leave and go back to Andalusia, but Callie talked her mom into letting her stay with me and my sister! Let me just say, when Shelby and I are together, things get wild. We decided to go to wal-mart and grab some things for the Christmas tree at my brothers and sisters apartment - this is what we ended up with:

These hats moved around and sang - yes, very creepy.

After a full day of shopping, we bought some fake snow and played with it on my sisters balcony!

His name is Fred :D (Like my butt-crack part?)

 My weekend actually got a whole lot better around noon on Saturday. Not because I was hanging out with my favorite sister and best friend (I love y'all), but because a certain Delicious texted me. Basically, he told me how he missed me and wanted me to come back to Tuscaloosa. Either he knows exactly what I want to hear or I officially have him wrapped around my finger. :P Whatever happens, just know "I was enchanted to meet you."

Man oh me! Speaking of guys - they are so lame! Don't you worry, I am not talking about Delicious. ;) I am mostly just talking about guys in general! Why is it so incredibly hard to be friends with them? It doesn't matter if y'all have dated, if y'all want to date, or whatever. I have this character in my life that is just...annoying. We used to be pretty close, for real. I'm not really sure what happened, but lets just blame it on life. He is only nice to me when he is drunk. During his drunken stage, he acts all lovey-dubby towards me and basically says how we are just the best of friends - HA, yeah right! I have tried to communicate with him when he is "normal" and he looks at me like I have 14 different kinds of diseases, including cooties. Now, I am obviously no expert on men, hence the single status, but I am pretty sure it's not supposed to go down like that. Hombre, let me just say, Kellie Pickler describes you best in the first 15 seconds of her song "Best Days of Your Life"- yes, please go listen...

This morning, I had my last music class. We watched N'Sync, Usher, and Michael Jackson performance videos - now that's what I call a good day. After class was over, a guy came up to me and said, "Haley?" I looked up, (please keep in mind that it is 8 am and I feel like complete death) and said "yeah?" It was the same guy who waited for me after class the week before Thanksgiving and who came and chatted with me at the flag-football game (I am just gonna pretend that I already told y'all that). I looked and said, "Hey, how are you?" He responded by saying "good, how are you?" About that time, the rest of my music class (around 150 people) decided to trail down the stairs, resulting in me being pushed (which, by the way, doesn't make me happy at 8 am)...so he probably thought I was blowing him off. Sorry homeboy - uhh, hope you enjoy your finals. :)

A little over two weeks and I can see all of my friends - I miss y'all and good luck on y'alls' finals! :)

PS - For those who voted on the time that I went to bed every night, It's actually around 1 a.m...but, I like the enthusiasm! :)

Happy Monday!

Love,

Haley

"This is me praying that
This was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name
Until I see you again
These are the words I held back
As I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you"

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Doctor! Doctor! Give Me the News...

They always say how there is a first time for everything. Last night, I had my first experience in a hospital where I was actually the one being admitted. Here is how the story goes:

Around 4 p.m. yesterday, I was experiencing some pains on my right side/back. I didn't think anything about it because it truly felt like nothing; I actually got Anna to step on my back because I thought it was just needing to be popped or something. Well, I had biology lab from 6-8:50 p.m. After lab, I came back to the dorm room and decided to relax before working on some biology homework. Suddenly, the pain on my side increased times 10. I couldn't sit, stand, lay or breathe comfortably because of the pain. I went into the bathroom and just laid on top of the toilet. After vomiting (sorry you guys), I thought I would feel a little better...I actually started feeling worse. I then decided to lay in the hallway/bathroom because I didn't really know what to do with myself. All of a sudden, I hear Anna running towards me. Even though I was in a butt-ton of pain, I laughed a little and said, "no Anna, I am not dead" because I knew that was probably what she was thinking. After she ran and had a spaz moment, the rest of my roommates followed. She started arguing with me saying that I needed to go to the hospital. Now, I am sure all of ya'll know how incredibly stubborn I am. Me and her bickered for about 10 minutes until I told her I was not going to the hopital - the end. I had called my brother before going to the bathroom the first time and asked him to bring me some pain meds. He called and said he was outside Rose right about the time I started puking again. Maggie thought it would be a good idea to tell him (while there was other guys in his car) that I was laying in the hallway, naked, and throwing up. Thanks, Margo. Yeah, I was definitely fully clothed...so no one get excited.

While Anna and Maggie were gone, I was still laying on the ground but this time I was in Megan's lap. I just started bawling my eyes out. I was hurting so bad...and I had no idea what to do. Poor Megan, I bet she thought I was losing my mind. I'm not one to cry when I am in pain - I am stubborn like that. She then started calling my sister and telling her everything. Around this time, Maggie and Anna came back up. While Megan was on the phone with my sister, Justin started telling them  that I needed to stand up and jump off of an elevated surface...yes, he said he wanted me to jump. I started to stand up and then I said, "Why on earth does he want me to jump? I can barely stand straight." Well, remember me saying earlier that I told Anna I was not going to the hospital, end of story? About this time, Tyler was making his way back to Rose and we were all going to head up to DCH like a big ole happy family. Anna, my smallest roommate, grabbed my arm and helped escort my happy-tail down the stairs. Once getting to the lobby, I decided it was a good idea to duck my head so I didn't scare anyone. Maggie and Megan were a few feet behind us; Maggie told me later that she noticed that the people at the front were giving me weird looks. Maggie went up to them and said "She has appendicitis!!!" Way to go, Maggs. Yeah, they started apologizing right then - aha.

After finally making it to the hospital, Tyler let me and my roommates out while he went and found a parking spot. After walking in the door, a security guard snapped on my roommates telling them to walk through the medical detector. He then looked at me and forcefully told me to sit in a wheelchair. Remember me telling ya'll that I was stubborn? Well, I looked at him and said "I really don't mind walking...". He said "No. It's hospital policy. Sit." After sitting in the wheelchair, he pushed me inside to the front desk. I had to fill out some personal paperwork - I literally couldn't write straight. After finishing, the lady behind the desk kept telling me that she couldn't find me in the computer. I was like WONDERFUL. After a few minutes, she finally found me. I looked over to my roommates and started crying again...this mean nurse-lady pushed me away into a small room and I sat by myself...aching with pain. The mean nurse-lady looked at me and said, "Your friends are going to have to stay out in the lobby! I am  NOT dealing with all of that crap tonight!" I looked at her and said, "They are? They were just kindly helping me inside because, you know, I am kinda struggling at the whole "walking" thing." She looked at me, while finishing taking my temperature and my blood pressure, and said "fine then walked out. I am thinking someone must've peed in her CHEERios earlier that morning.

After sitting there for a while, another lady came in and asked me all of those personal questions like, "do you smoke? do you drink (I bet it had been a while since they had someone say no to that - PS, this hospital is right across the street from the campus)? When is the last time you have had your period? Are you pregnant (get ready - I have a story about this)?" After she finished quizzing me on my life, she finally left the room and said someone will come get me shortly. I then heard Tyler and Maggie's voice - they decided to come back and keep me company. Right when they entered the room, I started vomiting again - aha! "Shortly" to that lady must've meant around 20 minutes, because that was how long it was until another lady came in and got me to go to ANOTHER room.

Once I entered the next room, a Doctor came in and told me that they had to run like a billion tests on me. You should've seen the excitement on my face. She gave me one of those hospital gowns to put on and vomit bag then left the room. At this moment, I was sweating and I was in sooooo much pain. About ten minutes later, my nurse came in and gave me a "pee cup" and a wipe thing and said, "wipe first then pee". She said she had to do that so she could tell if I was pregnant or not (that is twice that I was asked that same question). She escorted me down to the bathroom and said, "Don't forget, we are in exam room 6." I laughed and walked into the bathroom and said, "Ohhhh-kay great. Thanks so much." After peeing in the cup, I looked down and saw the wipe and said, "crap...". I quickly picked up the wipe and threw it in the garbage...like she was gonna know if I used it or not. I waddled back to the room and put the cup on her little table and laid back down on the bed. 

Four minutes later, she came back into the room with a huge basket of tubes and needles and I almost started throwing up...again. She started by telling me that I was shown negative for being pregnant. Tyler quickly said "SHE BETTER BE" and I tried to fake laugh, but my eyes were glued to her basket. I could just feel what little color I actually had left on my face just completely vanish. I am pretty sure she started telling me what everything was for, but I was honestly too nervous to actually hear what she was saying. She started walking toward me with two needles and I quickly said, "I really feel like I need to tell you something - I am really scared of needles.Yes, I can do this...but don't tell anyone if I cry, please." She looked at me, smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will be fine." Well, she first started by sticking my right hand. Before shoving the needle in my hand, she started telling me that since I am so dehydrated, she was worried that my vein my burst. I looked at her with wide-eyes and said, "what!?" She smiled and said, "Don't worry. If that happens, it will only leave a bruise." Yeah, she wasn't kidding about the bruise. Anyways, after sticking that hand three times, she decided to try my left arm and found a winner. After drawing a butt-ton of blood, she then decided to shoot stuff back inside me. First, she shot this stuff in me that was supposed to help me with my nausea. She started telling me that I might taste it. About this time, I started tasting something that was a mixture of ear-wax and this stuff that I used to breathe in when I was younger when I had bronchitis and needed breathing treatments. Right after that, she looked at me and said, "Okay. This is morphine. It is going to make you feel really...weird. It could make you drowsy." Directly after she shot it in me, I felt my eye-bags nearly hit the bed - they were that heavy. My body started going numb. She then, unfortunately, hooked me up to I.V. fluid to keep me hydrated. I was really hoping that she was gonna take that horrible needle out, but I guess you can't have everything.

Four minutes later, she came back and informed me that I needed to go to x-ray and pushed me outside of the x-ray room. I was literally laying in hall on my bed kinda like John's dad in "Dear John". A lady then came out and said "Haley Moody?" I, for some reason, raised my hand and said "yeap!" She smiled and asked to see my wrist band then pushed me in the room. Right after she pushed me in there she asked, "Have you been tested to see if you are pregnant or not?"(third time, in case you forgot to count). I started busting out laughing! I looked at her and said, "No mam, I am not pregnant. She just informed me that I wasn't, but I knew I wasn't already." She laughed and said, "Yeah, we are just supposed to make sure." She helped me get up so she could take pictures of my bod, aha. After she finished, she pushed me out the door and asked this random lady if she was with me. I looked at her and started laughing and said "no". She continued pushing me to my next destination.

In this room, two ladies helped lay me in a machine that examined my lower abdomen. The ladies in this room first started by asking me if I was pregnant. I am not gonna lie...all of them asking me was making me wonder if they knew something I didn't, aha. I looked at them and simply said, "Not today." After the machine did its business they helped me back onto my bed. I laughed and said, "I'm sorry I am giving ya'll a show. These gowns are currently working against my wishes." After I thanked them for their help, they started laughing at me and told me how great it was to have a sweet patient. I guess I just make friends everywhere. :) They helped me into my room and wished me well.

After waiting over an hour, the doctor came back in and said, "Well..." She started off like she was going to tell me something serious like I had Ovarian Cancer or something. I almost started hyperventilating. "We couldn't actually find the kidney stone, but that was what this was. Either it is currently passing through or it doesn't have enough calcium in it and we just can't see it. Your tubes are dilated and torn a little, but don't worry, they will heal right up." She then started acting like I was going to have to stay over night; when she said the nurse was coming to unplug me and going to release me I said, "yay!" She looked at me and said, "I really hope you start feeling better, but I will most likely be seeing you again - most people who get kidney stones are prone to getting them again." I looked at her and thought, fan-flipping-tabulous! Twenty minutes later, the nurse came in and finally took that horrible needle out of my arm. I am almost certain that I sprinted down that hallway to the lobby.

My roommates looked up at me and ran to me. I was pretty sad that Delicious didn't come and wait on my departure - don't worry, I informed him that I was quite upset with him. :) Megan ran up and said, "Is it okay if I give you a hug?" Baha I looked at her and I said "yes"; one after another they hugged me and then Tyler came around with the truck and took us back to Rose. After getting back to the room, my roommates started acting like I was disabled or something. All I wanted to do was brush my teeth, drink a few gallons of water and then go to bed. Anna was like, "No, you cannot brush your teeth - Maggie will do it for you." I looked at Maggie and said, "Lets do this, Ms. Dentist." Everyone started laughing. Thankfully, they allowed me to do it myself. After drinking my gallon of water, I went and told everyone that I loved them and laid in my bed. I am not really sure if I opened my eyes once that whole night. Fortunately, I slept straight through Biology...for the first time. :)

I figured this would help make this whole "shin-dig" funnier :)

I am sorry this one is so long! I really hope ya'll enjoyed my first, AND LAST, visit to the hospital!

Have a wonderful Friday! Sweetdreams ;)

Love,

Haley

"Life is too short to stress yourself with people who don't even deserve to be an issue in your life."

- Anon