A man is nothing without his Chiwawas

My dear dear friends

Lordy lordy, I strangely miss all of you quite intensely. Like I'm almost crying right now, I don't understand WHY (effinghatebeingagirl - more specifically a teenage girl. WHY does it always have to seem like everything is just shitty...why can't I be rational...I don't know....asking myself hypothetical questions is not helping.....kayi'mdone) But aside from monthly lady-emotional-turbulence, I do feel that we don't talk/see each other enough, and that makes me very sad.
:*{
(^sad face with a snowflake tear)
part of that is my own fault, with my communication issues and stuff.....but i'm working on that...heh...
I was reading some of the posts that we wrote last year around this time, and they made me start feeling very nostalgic and a little panicky, like we need to snatch up the time we have together right now.
!
in conclusion, i want to tell you all i love you dearly. which you already know.

<3

p.s. i second elaina's query. cuz i do not know...

p.p.s. I MISS SOPHIA. WHERE IS SHE. (I KNOW YOU'RE IN ENGLAND BUT HOW COME WE HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU AT ALL? I MISS YOU.)

dnuorgkcab

is there a way to change the background to like a picture? like on Rookie? know what i'm talking about?

Ha....haha...ha

hardy har har har

CHRISTMAS

Okay so after having a very festive weekend of both making christmas ornaments and a wreath as well as constantly listening to christmas music I am officially supar pysched. Here are the things that we must do over break...

• Gift exchange of some sort
• Caroling
• Zoo lights
• Fancy dinner party made entirely by us
• Pittock mansion
• Peacock lane
• Get stuck at one of houses due to snow
• Go to the mountain for winter fun
• Santa picture
• Party hard
• Kick ass and take names
• (if I forgot anything feel free to add to this list)

Hope you guys are as excited as I am. Sophia I know you'll be gone but hopefully you can participate in some things with us.
Love you guys as always...
Hailey

Frodo...don't wear the ring. (it wouldn't be the right thing)

So me and my fam watched Lord of The Rings last night (Thanksgiving tradish) and it was really cool and we were all getting really into it and my dad was like "Wow SHADOWFAX you're the greatest, you're sooo awesome" and it was lovely. And I was just thinking about how cool it would be if the four of us went on a really epic adventure and someone played the fiddle as we walked through waving fields of barley. We could eat those strange pieces of bread that are wrapped up in big leaves and we wouldn't have to wear shoes. And we could befriend Viggo Mortensen and he could be like, "Gentlemen! We do not stop 'till night fall." And then he could be like, "We have time. Everyday Frodo moves closer to Mordor." And we'd be like "ahmagad, Aragorn, you saaa cool." AREN'T YOU GLAD YOUR MY FRIENDS? But real talk, we should make this happen.

<3

69

hehe.

Eleven to the Third Power

Hello young things,

Today is 11/11/11 and so I thought I should document it somehow. Please mind the number of posts this year... we're getting dangerously close to 69 and t'would be a shame to miss that without acknowledging it. Anyway, I'm enjoying the days off so far. I went to Matt's play, Ablaze and it was SO. GOOD. It was so beautifully done and scary, and haunting, and funny, and sad, and SCARY and beautiful. The singing was fantastic. At the end I decided to initiate some school bonding and we all ran out to meet the Wilson kids. It was funny cause the Lincoln kids clumped on one end and then there was the Wilson kids on the other and a 3 foot gap between us. I pointed it out and we all laughed and started snapping our fingers like Westside Story face off. I love theatre people.

But it also got me thinking about my future. I'm so in love with theatre. Nothing gets me more excited or happier. I don't really see myself as particularly amazing at it -- it just makes me happy. I talked to Matt and he really thinks I should go into for college. He always says that you should work at something you love beyond all else and it will never feel like work. Thing is, theatre's never been apart of my plan, you know? I hate deviating from that. It's just never been on the table before and now that it is it freaks me out. Whenever I'm acting or watching a play, there isn't a doubt in my mind that theatre is what I want to do. But as soon as I sit down and rationalize about it, I find myself questioning my sanity. Theatre is so competitive and I'm going against trained professionals. I know you guys always say that I'll get in no matter what - but being realistic, this isn't a grad students project or a school play, but a career - and a fickle one at that.

I don't know... I know that in twenty years at least, I won't regret what I have done, but rather what I didn't give a chance. So I'm going to apply to the theatre schools that Matt suggested. I'll decide once I'm accepted or not.

I'm getting more and more annoyingly wistful and melancholy whenever I think of leaving. I've grown accustomed to my best friends and my routine. And breaking that pattern is down right terrifying.

Ugh. The future and stuff.

Oh, well. Time for pretty pictures.

Fragement

Beautiful star with the crimson lips
And flagrant daffodil hair,
Come back, come back, in the shaking ships
O'er the much-overrated sea,
To the hearts that are sick for thee
With a woe worse than mal de mer-
O beautiful stars with the crimson lips
And the flagrant daffodil hair. -
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea,
Neath the flag of the wan White Star,
Thou bringest a brighter star with thee
From the land of the Philistine,
Where Niagara's reckoned fine
And Tupper is popular-
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea,
Neath the flag of the wan White Star.

Direct Orders to Shake the Dust

Direct Orders- Anis Mogjani

You have been given a direct order to rock the fuck out. Rock out like you were just given the last rock and roll album on earth and the minutes are counting down to flames. Rock out like you just won both showcase showdowns. Rock out like the streets are empty except for you, your bicycle and your headphones. Rock out like your lips, which are placed onto a breakdancing muse with legs that go all the way up. Rock out like you’ll never have to open a textbook again. Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace. Rock out like music is all that you got. Rock out like you’re standing on a rooftop and the city’s as loud and glowing as a river below you. Rock out like the plane is going down, there are 120 people on board, and 121 parachutes. Rock out like the streets and the books are all on fire and the only way it can be extinguished is by doin’ the electric slide. Rock out like it’s Saturday afternoon and Monday is a national holiday. Rock out like somebody’s got a barrel pointed at your temple saying ‘Rock out like your life depended on it, fool,‘ because it does. Rock out like your eyes are fading but you still got your ears. But you don’t know for how long so rock out like 5 o’clock time, make pop-in-lot time. Rock out like you got pants full of tokens and nothing to do but everything. Rock out like you are the international ski-ball champion of the entire universe. Rock out like you just escaped an evil orphanage to join a Russian circus. Rock out like your hero is fallen and you are spinning your limbs until they burst into a burning fire of remembrance. Rock out like you’re enslaved in the south and dancing is all that you have to know who you are. Rock out like your dead grandfather just came back to take a drive with you in your new car. Rock out like the table is full. Rock out like the neighbors are away. Rock out like the walls won’t fall but, dammit, you’re going to die trying to make them. Rock out like the stereo’s volume knob is the figure 8 of infinity instead of merely numbers. Rock out like it’s raining outside and you’ve got a girl to run through it with. Rock out like you’re playing football! Football in the mud and your washing machine is not broken. Rock out like you throwing your window open on your honeymoon because you want the whole world to know what love is. Rock out like you just got a book published. Rock out like you just went to your high school reunion to find everyone, even the women, are all overweight and bald, except for the former homecoming queen, who you just found out, got divorced from her impotent husband and only has eyes for.. YOU! Rock out like you just got a date with Heidi Klum. Rock out like a shadow man passes behind you, drops you to your knees. You’re buckling in sweat, cold metal’s pushed to your forhead, the trigger’s pulled and the gun jams. Rock out like you got an empty appointment book, and a full tank of gas. Rock out like Jimi has returned carrying brand new guitar strings. Rock out like the mangos are in season. Rock out like the record player won’t skip. Rock out like this was the last weekend, like these were the last words, like you don’t ever want to forget how.

Shake the Dust- Anis Mogjani


This is for the fat girls.


This is for the little brothers.


This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them.


This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players.


This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters. Shake the dust.


This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them,


for the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns,


for the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children,


for the nighttime schoolers and the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly. Shake the dust.


This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half-English and half-god. Shake the dust.


For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy,


for those gym class wall flowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public showers,


for the kid who’s always late to class because he forgets the combination to his lockers,


for the girl who loves somebody else. Shake the dust.


This is for the hard men, the hard men who want to love but know that it won’t come.


For the ones who are forgotten, the ones the amendments do not stand up for.


For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to. Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself.


Do not let a moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make you an ocean.


Do not settle for letting these waves settle and the dust to collect in your veins.


This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling,


for the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacations alone.


For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers’ singing lips and for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner’s shaking hips, for the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived.


This is for the tired and for the dreamers and for those families who’ll never be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners and sons like Wally and the Beaver.


This is for the biggots,


this is for the sexists,


this is for the killers.


This is for the big house, pen-sentenced cats becoming redeemers and for the springtime that always shows up after the winters.


This? This is for you.


Make sure that by the time fisherman returns you are gone.


Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.


So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me.


All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you.


So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours.


Make my words worth it, make this not just another poem that I write, not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all.


Walk into it, breathe it in, let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust.


So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

Enjoy.

 Love you guys

I wish I had a river I could skate away on

You guys we're listening to Joni Mitchell in my kitchen and for some reason (sarcasm) it made me think of you all. It's making me quite sad, but I don't know why...sad in a nice way. We should all get together and make a fire and drink tea and listen to Joni Mitchell, and sing along to all her songs. I just can't get enough of her, she is too cool. OH MY GOD I was so thirsty and I just had the most satisfying drink of milk. Wow, that was NICE. Anyway, we really need to Hodgepodge soon because it's just something that needs to happen. I must eat dinner now.
Farewell.

Love you Forever

Love You Forever by Robert Munsch A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be. The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!" But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be. The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo! But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be. The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo! But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be. That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be. Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always... But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my Mommy you'll be. When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

All of These Lines Across My Face

Reading is an act of resistance in a landscape of distraction…. It requires us to pace ourselves. It returns us to a reckoning with time. In the midst of a book, we have no choice but to be patient, to take each thing in its moment, to let the narrative prevail. We regain the world by withdrawing from it just a little, by stepping back from the noise.

We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. ‘Thou shalt not’ is soon forgotten, but ‘Once upon a time’ lasts forever.
Philip Pullman

BOOKS. The purpose of a book is to lose yourself. To immerse yourself in a new world, in another person’s adventures. You can experience places you could never go, take part in historical events taken place hundreds of years before your birth. You learn new ideas, insights, opinions and ways of looking upon the world. You feel inspired, you gain wisdom, you see the beauty the world holds underneath the ugly reality we have all become all too familiar with. And all it takes is turning the page.

You’re beautiful and sad,” I said finally, not looking at him when I did. “Just like your eyes. You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.” For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, “Thank you.
Shiver by Maggie Stiefvator

POSSIBLE NAMES FOR CATS.

Mr. Darcy
Gandalf
Fitzgerald
Sherlock
Sir Lancelot
Mrs. Norris

Harry Potter

Dumbledoor

Hagrid

Hermione
Anne of Green Gables
Jane Eyre
Madame Bovary
Hamlet

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or The Dark Lord or You-Know-Who or You-No-Poo
Arturo
Alice
King Arther
Aslan
Bilbo Baggins
Frodo Baggins
James Bond
Blackbeard
Cinderella
Dracula
Atticus Finch
Huckleberry Finn
Frankenstein
Jay Gatsby
Dr. Jekyll / Mr. Hyde
Merlin
Rumplestilskin
Tom Sawyer
Ebenezer Scrooge
Oliver Twist
Uncle Tom
Zeus

Inspiring Links:

Where The Hell Is Matt?

This Is My Voice

Calm Dot Com

ohhh i feel like dancing rawr

oh yes, dirty words

don't stop, don't stop

MY GIFT IS MY SONG. AND THIS ONE'S FOR YOU. AND YOU CAN TELL EVERYBODY. THAT THIS IS YOUR SONG. IT MAY BE QUITE SIMPLE BUT, NOW THAT IT'S DONE. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THAT I PUT DOWN IN WORDS...

How wonderful life is, now you're in the world.

Crunchy leaves and sleeping trees

PITTSBURGH

I miss Pittsburgh! I don't know why, or what provoked my sudden nastalgia for the land of chlorinated swimming pools and grumpy steel workers, but MAN, when I got home from school and got on my computer, I could barely control my fingers as they speedily typed the fair old city into Google Images. I miss my suburban neighborhood and my pre-school and my friends and my house. (We had a yellow house, sort of like the one I live in now, but more victorian-y.) It's just so strange because people generally feel the same way about Pittsburgh as they do, say, Cleveland; a little boring, industrial, too cold in the winter and too humid in the summer. But whenever I think about Pittsburgh, I feel warm and comforted and at home...I think of sitting on the porch in the snow with Sam and a bottle of syrup and making our own delighful sugary snow cones. Or playing Beanie Babies in the living room with Sam and Aaron and Sarah and the Holmes'. (Our neighbors.) I remember our family being so perfect and so happy. When I look at old pictures of us when we lived there, we just look so much like a family...so together and cohesive. It's weird, I've honestly never realized how much I loved it there...I guess I did, but was never really aware of it. But even so, I think that if I went back today it wouldn't be the same as I remember it, just because everyone's so different now. I don't really know why I'm posting this, I guess I just feel like we're all having to grow up and we're not kids anymore and I'm realizing how much I miss being a little kid, when everyone was happy and I was always warm and safe.
Anyway. Not sure how to end this! ...I LOVE YOU GUYS A LOT. <3

This is a picture of picture of Pittsburgh, incase you were stumped...

Hey guys

Hey Guys!

Elaina's right. We don't do this often enough anymore. SO BEGIN.
School hasn't been so bad this year. I like most of my classes and I feel like this whole new schedule could work to my advantage eventually.
I'm in love with all of you -- and I think we need a Hodgepodge meeting PRONTO to debrief on things like Scotland and New York and stuff. Cause we need to get on the same page.
I'm out of cool things to say. Here's some pictures.

Sittin' in Seatac

THIS IS HAILEY FROM A WHILE AGO
hollaaa (that was for elaina)
Welll.... I had a four hour delay in the Seattle Airport this morning and after I ate some breakfast and bought a journal I discovered that I had only wasted a little more than an hour... so now I'm just doing random things on the computer, facebook and such... a little bit of my common app but yeah... I decided I should post something since I haven't in a long time.
Sophia- I am very sad I didn't get to see you before I left because now I won't be able to until school most likely or a little bit before. I miss seeing you.
Elaina- I don't know what we were thinking not hanging out all those days we were both here. We must be crazy. Anyway it was nice to see you and just chat.
Fiona- It was also very nice to see you with elaina. I can't believe you are becoming a famous model. I'll miss you while you're in New York... again.
When I get back on the 17th we have to have like a double sleep over or something- just hang out for awhile before fiona leaves again. I like hanging out with guys... wierd. Anyway this is just a quick hello. love you guys. I saw the most beautiful sunrise in my plane today.. it was incredible, breathtaking, fabulous, fantastic, gorgeous, spectacular, just overall amazing. I'll miss you guys while I'm gone and send some post cards maybe.
You're the best friends anyone could ever ask for and I am sooooooo sosososo lucky to have you. Thank you for being in mi vida.
Love you lots
Hailey

Pictures I like a lot

Never ending bag of Swedish Fish

It's currently 12:23 a.m. What a long, not fun day! I worked all day on my college essay which still isn't totally finished, but I got most of it written. I'm writing it about piano. I start with an anecdote. That I made up. Because my life's not that exciting and no, I didn't meet the pianist at the Faremont Hotel in Seattle but WHO'S KEEPIN TRACK, RIIIGHT? Anyhoo I actually really like the essay. I'm still eating that bag of Swedish Fish that I bought on Friday at Whole Foods. They're still good. Isn't that interesting? I feel like I eat a couple every day, but the bag just never empties...What's that? You would like to know more about my bag of Swedish Fish? Well today's your lucky day! Hmmm let's see. Weeell...I just bit the head off of one. They're getting rather sweet and make me crave liquid such as H20 or dairy like substances you people might be inclined to call "milk". I watched a swedish movie this one time, as in two hours ago, about a girl who falls in love with this guy who drinks too much, and then she dies her hair green and turns into a mermaid and then she hangs out in this hot tub bath type thing all the time and watches the news...I didn't understand it. At all. And after I watched it I felt like I needed to take a shower. Speaking of which, I took a bath yesterday, but I washed my hair, which I don't normally do when I take baths. And it made it really soft and fluffy and nice. Yeah. I am so thirsty. Milk. Lemons. Lemonade. Oranges. Orange...ade? Eehh no I've never had Orangeade nor do I ever want to try it so DON'T TRY TO MAKE ME DRINK IT I DON'T EVEN LIKE ORANGES. Sorry. Lost my cool. Is this post annoying? I can't tell because I'm tired and have no idea what I'm saying. I'm still eating the Swedish Fish, they don't taste good anymore.
Byyeee guys I'll regret this post later. <3<3<3

strange urges....(i intended for that to sound awkward)

So we were driving home from dinner and we passed this cool loft, and all of a sudden with the force (as in The Force)...(just kidding) of a bagillion rhinocerouseses, I felt this burning desire to dance through my house (picture spiraling staircase strung with chili lights, pictures of us and family, paintings all over the walls, really hideous but lovable grandma's-curtains couch, a moose head (....heheh...), and an abundance of random knickknacks) in only my undergarments belting Queen - without fear of judgement.

Translation: to live in my own apartment.

It was really a very strange feeling......I've never really felt a longing to live away from home before and then this just hit me like a brick.
In the face.

....In your mom's face.

............In bed.

Awkward yet treasurable moments

The other day Aaron and I were watching Splice in my parents room and we were the only ones upstairs for some reason. I made some comment about Adrien Brody, like, "Ahhh look at his face he's so beautiful and god-like," and Aaron was like, "What is it that you like so much about him? Like do think he's just a really great actor or..." and I said that I mainly just thought that he was extremely attractive. So then came the innevitable question, "So does that mean you find my friend Elliott attractive?" And I got all flustered and was like, "Uhhh. Uhh. Um. Well yeah I mean he's alright...yeah. Yeah I do, I think he's very nice looking. ...Not that I'm in LOVE with him or anything I mean we HARDLY KNOW EACH OTHER. Ha. haha. Yeah." And that just made things 1000 times more awkward because I find Elliott to be quite beautiful, but I would never really want Aaron to know that...I don't know why. Anyway, so Aaron was like, "It's okay Elaina...you can tell me if you do. I mean I find Elliott attractive and I'm not embarassed about it." So yeah just a very awkward situation. Which lead me to believe that Aaron and Elliott may suspect that I think Elliott's attractive, probably due to the fact that I'm often staring at him for prolongued periods of time. But yes. Sorry for the triviality of this post, I'm a just a little bored.
Lurve y'all. Miss you Sophia and see you on Friday, Hailey and Fi!
Here's a nice picture.

Mmmm Conor Oberst. New phase? (yes)

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