Monthly Archives: September 2008

Lovely Free Necklace!


 

Oh! How Lovely! is giving away this amazing necklace!  I found another Etsy store that sold several similar necklaces, but the lady lives in Melbourne, Australia and I can’t afford that shipping.

Anyway, it’s a free contest; anyone with a valid email address can enter!  I’m supposed to tell you guys to go enter, but I don’t want you to so I have more chances of winning! Lol.

 

 

-Haley Faye

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Home Coming Dance!

       So I did actually go to my school’s Home Coming dance! The theme this year was “Welcome to the Jungle.”  The class t-shirts have my school’s name printed with different animal prints for each year. There’s snakes, cheetahs, zebras, and giraffes. 

       Did you catch that error? Only one of the four animals depicted on our class t-shirts is correct! Cheetahs, zebras, and giraffes don’t live in a jungle! They live in the savanna! There’s a huge difference.

Savanna:

Jungle:

 

       Yeah, whoever is in leadership should be embarrassed.  Did none of them catch it?  Lol.

       But anyway, the dance was great and I had an awesome dress!  My only complaint is that my hair sucks and doesn’t hold a curl for more than two-ish hours. But I had so much fun.  Way more than freshman year (I didn’t go last year).  

       Ahh… Perhaps I should elaborate.  At that time, things between me and this guy were confusing. He “liked” me and I wasn’t sure if I liked him. My major excuse not to date him was that I am a Christian and he’s not. And I know it’s just high school fun, but I didn’t want to regret anything about my first boyfriend, you know?  Anyway, I spent all day primping and when I got to the dance, when the guy found me, he came up to me, held his hands out to his sides and said “Hey, look! I dressed the part!” NOTHING about me the entire night.  Now, I’m not conceited, I don’t even think I looked that great, but what kind of a clueless idiot doesn’t know to compliment the girl about something when you “go with” them to a dance?

       And he ignored me the entire night and I got swept up in drama, in a way. Because I was the only person who wasn’t involved in drama, so therefore, people all came running to me about their drama. Gr!  I ended up sitting out in the hall quite a bit until my date decided he didn’t want to be alone in front of everybody else for the first slow song, so he came and got me. He didn’t say a word, he just walked out into the hall and held out his hand, assuming I wouldn’t possibly reject him.

       ….I didn’t at the time, but I kinda wish I had. He was a jerk. And the next month to follow, he got even worse.  Ugh, I won’t explain all that here, though.

 

       But this year was so much better! I went with my best friend (other than my sister) and there was no pressure to dance at all, even though we did. Both slow and… regular(?).  It was a blast.

 

 

 

 

Thing to smile about #14:  Going to the Home Coming dance with a friend you’re 110% comfortable with, and know that there’s no pressure about anything.  =]

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A Nightmare.

      The girl stepped out of the shack, clad in a long, white nightdress. She stepped onto the cobbleston path leading only to another house. It was dead silent. A large, stone fountain that no longer worked cast a dreadful shadow in the dimly lit path. No stars were out. The only light came from a single, yellowish lamp to the left of the door of the single house ahead of her. The girl didn’t seem to be scared at all, only careful. She was pale – practically colorless – and with light hair that floated down to the middle of her back and pale eyes. When she was near the house, a young man stepped out of the door and put one foot on the porch step. He reached out his hand to help the girl up the stairs and to welcome her.

       From another angle, another woman watched the girl through binoculars. She saw the girl cautiously move down the stone walk. When the young man emerged from the house to greet her, she felt her neck grow hot. She knew this man. Unfortunately for her, all romantic possibilities with him had been torn from her future. She continued to observe the man; he was certainly pleasant to look at – tall, composed, clean shaven, brown hair, dark eyes, also pale. His clothes were simple and near colorless, too. If only the old fountain wasn’t blocking some of her view.

       Everything’s strange, she thought, crouching in the dark above the dreary scene: a path leading from a doorstep of one house directly to another house’s doorstep; there were no side paths branching off of it. What was the point of that? 

       The pale girl smiled gently and took the man’s hand as she floated up the steps, following his lead. He had let go and turned around, no longer welcoming. He went through the door first and reached for something beside the door frame on the inside. The house was peculiar. The first room that you walked into was lined in books on shelves from floor to ceiling. The books were old and dusty. Some were on the floor, bent and lying open. Directly ahead of her, perfectly aligned with the front entrance, was another doorway. This one had no door. She could see through it to another room, also lined entirely with books. Only this one was lit – by candles, maybe. The same yellowish light poured from the room. The doorway was as far to her left on the opposite wall as possible. She could see room after room, all identical, with books and either dark or dimly lit, the doorway in the exact same place on the wall, no doors…

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E.E. Cummings

skies may be blue;yes
(when gone are hail and sleet and snow)
but bluer than my darling’s eyes,
spring skies are no

hearts may be true;yes
(by night or day in joy or woe)
but truer than your lover’s is,
hearts do not grow

nows may be new;yes
(as new as april’s first hello)
but new as this our thousandth kiss,
no now is so

 

 

 

(for those of you new to Cumming’s writing, there are no typos. only the way he intended it to look and flow.)

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Oh! How Lovely!

       One of (if not the) blogs I view most often is Oh! How Lovely!    She’s always got adorable things up and there’s always a giveaway!

 

       This give away is for cute, retro art prints from Kerry Berry on Etsy!  And you should so totally enter because they’re amazing.  =]

 

 

 

(Click on “Oh! How Lovely!” or the image to get to the entry page)

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Solipsism

sol·ip·sism   [sol-ip-siz-uhm]

–noun 

1. Philosophythe theory that only the self exists, or can be proved to exist.

 

 

Solipsism syndrome is a state of mind in which a person begins to feel that everything is a dream and, therefore, is not real.

Solipsism is a philosophical theory that all activity takes place within the mind, and therefore there is no reality outside one’s own mind. As a philosophical theory it is interesting because it is said to be internally consistent and, therefore, cannot be disproven. But as a psychological state, it is highly uncomfortable. The whole of life becomes a long dream from which an individual can never wake up. Even friends are not real, they are a part of the dream and are his own fantasies. A person may feel very lonely and detached, and eventually becomes apathetic and indifferent.

Some environments are conducive to producing solipsism syndrome. This state of mind can be easily produced in an environment where everything is artificial, where everything is like a theatre stage, where every wish can be fulfilled by a push-button, and where there is nothing beyond the theater stage and beyond an individual’s control.

 

 

 

 

(information from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solipsism_syndrome)

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What should I name them?

 

 


 

So I found these adorable little creatures today.  Alas, I am at a loss as to what to name them.  I’m looking for a really awesome name like Argus or Cletus or something like that.  Preferably “something like that” because I don’t wanna name them either of those.  =]

 

Any suggestions?

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Enchanted Forest Necklace

 

 

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&listing_id=14541489

 

 

I absolutely love this.  But I guess I don’t need to say that every time I post something from Etsy. I love and want everything I post like this. 

=D

 

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Thing To Smile About #13.

     So. I’m in one of the best moods I’ve been in all week!  Maybe even longer than that.  Why?

 

Spontaneous runs to Taco Bell, Walgreens, and Kroger + cool nights + windows and sunroof open + heated seats + (the most important part) with an amazing person + Death Cab For Cutie + feeling comfortable enough to sing along + him singing along + laughing + oreos = The best time I’ve had in a while.

 

 

     Very refreshing.     And, yeah. This whole post is thing to smile about number 13.

 

 

 

Second-Hand Fail.

 

I have a picture of one of my friends “smoking” a candle up on my Facebook. The caption reads: “Smoking fail.”

His response?:  “Which means Haley has been poisoned with second-hand fail.”

 

 

 

Thing to smile about #12:  Laughing so hard your sides hurt. You’ve all had those times. You know it. 

 

=D

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