ugh...i hate going back to class after vacation. i get so spoiled so quickly. alas and alack, i returned back through the large prison like doors of prattville high this morning..it only reminds me of how eager i am to graduate. i dont guess my day was THAT bad, but i just didnt want to be there. i made an a on a test first block..that was nice, and then i really didnt do too terribly much the rest of the day. its just such a grind.

i think the highlight of my day came on my ride home when someone (who i love very very much) gave me the finger because they were in front of me. the thing about when people give you the finger is that you can a:never be perfectly sure that it is them, especially when they are losers and have to bum rides home off of different people every day, and b:you can never be perfectly sure that they were giving you the finger, they could be scratching their eye or something-but it looked a hell of a lot like him-if it wasnt him then these two should be brothers...and it looked alot like he was giving me the finger...hes the type, though, that if confronted, would say that he was just scratching his eye or something. so immature..i mean really-when do you randomly give people the finger?-i mean i hate-loathe really- this guy...but i have enough maturity to not care about his opinion (haha-or is that maturity?)...plus i think it is more fun to smile whenever i am around him-because he has no friends, and that makes me hap-hap-happy. so anyhow i think that this certain person gave me the finger today, but im not sure that he did and im not totally sure it was him, so i wont name names. i mean it isnt like if he didnt give me the finger i wouldnt like him any less..he has put himself permanently at the top of my shit list...and it is a short list..

so...yeah...i got the finger..then i came home and listened to pete yorn and worked on a spanish project-only stopping to pick up my little brother at wrestling...now that is a horrid sight-dozens of sweaty little boys rolling around on top of each other in spandex...they keep telling me my brother is really good at it though, so i guess there must be something to it. im sure it is a workout and all, but i dont think that it is really a spectator sport at my brother's age..now give him a few more years, and i will go to watch sweaty 17 or 18 year old guys roll around on top of each other in spandex. hell...ill be there with bells on...as for now though, the extent of my involvement is picking him up and carrying his musty ass home in my car..at which point i have to leave the windows down to let out the smell...woo hoo...wrestling is a fabulous sport...

aight kids...i must be off to bigger and better things..like showering..be good

                                                                                                        hailey

i dont know if anyone knows who dane cook is, but he is a hilarious comedian. i started my day off thinking of him. he has this little storyline about waking up late..about how you always know that you are late-even before you look over at the clock...

this morning i was supposed to get up at 7:50...get ready...pick up my brother from junior high school at 8:40...and we were supposed to go get flu shots...well...my alarm clock went off, and me-in my dream induced delirium-well, instead of hitting the snooze like most lazy teenagers, i cut the alarm clock completely off...

i dont know why, but at about 8:35 i happened to wake up-and i knew i was late. maybe it was the fact that the sun shining much too brightly through my window..i dunno-but i freaked. i speed changed, put my hair in a pony tail, and brushed my teeth all in about 5 minutes-and i am not exaggerating. i was at my brother's school at five till nine this morning...now mind you i didnt have on any make up and i looked like total shit-but i made it by jesus.

so then i got a shot and went to school (with no makeup and looking like shit)...where i did absolutely nothing. it wasnt that i had to work and just didnt do it...it was more like the teachers were just as burnt out as the students and didnt assign anything.

now that i am home i am wondering what to do..because although it is a friday, i dont really feel like it is a friday. it feels like a tuesday or something. i called jessica, but she didnt answer. i would call wes, but he is at the anti-flag concert in atlanta. he wanted me to go, but i could care less about seeing a band that i dont know, and being around a bunch of people i can't stand (the finger guy will definitely be there). so now i am here working on a cool mix cd for my friend jenna. it is such a random mix of stuff..im talking everything from the nine inch nails to the cure to atom and his package to neutral milk hotel to the vandals...i dont mean to brag, but its a really good cd if i dont say so myself-and i do. everyone-i am sure- wishes that they could be as cool as me...

well i guess i will go be really cool and get ready to go out to some so far unknown destination-it is friday night afterall...be good...i know i will.....

                                                                                                        hailey

ANARCHY BURGER
anarchy, kill a cat shoot james brady in the back raise an army of rabid rats beat your neighbor with a bat anarchy burger hold the government anarchy burger hold the government anarchy, go ape shit let them know your sick of it write your congressman, tell him he sucks, your only in it for the bucks anarchy burger hold the government anarchy burger hold the government you're all potential anarchy burgers if you want to be free order yourself an anarchy burger (hold the government, please) anarchy burger hold the government america stands for freedom but if you think you're free try walking into a deli and urinating on the cheese anarchy burger hold the government anarchy burger hold the government say fuck in front of your mom fuck! and go to school naked

another day has passed. i am so bored. jessica and wes just left my house. they were here getting invitations ready for wes' graduation party next week. i am so so so excited. there is gonna be lots of...um....waterpolo...equipment there-not to mention like 30 guys...a few of which are of some interest to me. hehe...fatstill (of all the infernal undesirable nicknames) is gonna be there, and i hear that he is eager to meet me-although "meet" isnt really the right word or description. ive met him before...he was drunk as hell at wes' and playing scrabble with wilson and tak. however we didnt talk b/c...well...i didnt know him, and he was drunk, so yeah...somehow everyone and their daddy found out that i thought he was attractive, or whatever word you want to use, and since then it has been nothing but lude comments from my fab friends. they are great...although tak does make me a little uncomfortable b/c he has a way of cornering me on the subject. im just counting down the days till the shin dig now........

in other news..oh wait, there isnt any other news...damn...my life is so boring...i suppose i will go and download some music, be sweet....

                                                                                                          hailey

Fitter Happier by radiohead

Fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable, not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym, 3 days a week
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries at ease
Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats
A patient better driver, a safer car, baby smiling in back seat
Sleeping well, no bad dreams, no paranoia
Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the plughole
Keep in contact with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then
Will frequently check credit at moral bank, hole in wall
Favors for favors, fond but not in love
Charity standing orders on sundays ring road supermarket
No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants
Car wash, also on sundays, no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate nothing so childish
At a better pace, slower and more calculated, no chance of escape
Now self-employed, concerned, but powerless
An empowered and informed member of society, pragmatism not idealism
Will not cry in public, less chance of illness, tires that grip in the wet
Shot of baby strapped in back seat, a good memory still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick
That’s driven into frozen winter shit, the ability to laugh at weakness
Calm fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics

i wasnt gonna write today b/c nothing out of the ordinary really happened, but then i got out of school...now i am so so happy...well first of all i got my pics back from my camping trip/other random photo opps around school...AND when i got home i read my mail and i noticed that i had one of those updates that tells you when someone opens one of your e-cards...well i sent out about a dozen, but there was one in particular that i was hoping would get opened...the one i sent to adam-the lead singer to taking back sunday. i was so afraid that he would delete it-and so sure of it that i wasnt disappointed when he hadnt opened it like a week after thanksgiving, i mean i even thought that maybe the address he had given me at furnace fest was just a front to make him look good and that he never read anything on it...BUT i guess he was just busy until now-because he read it....that makes me so happy! of course now im gonna have myself all worked up thinking that he is gonna email me back (yeah right) but just the fact that he took the time to open an email from strange chick he met in birmingham makes me happy....

                                                                                                     hailey

this is adams favorie band (i know i am pathetic and what not, but youd be the same if the singer to one of your favorite bands read your emails)

LIFETIME LYRICS

"I'm Not Calling You"

I'm not calling you, because I swore I'd never let it. I'm not calling you, though I'm feeling quite pathetic. I'm not calling you. I'm not calling you. I'm not calling you, because I swore I'd never let it. I'm not calling you, though I'm feeling quite pathetic. I'm not calling you. I'm not calling you. I'm not calling you. I'm not calling you. I'm not calling you. I'm feeling pathetic. I'm not calling you. I'm not calling you.

so i am in one of those moods...the uncomfortable need to do something-the need for excitement, for change.

so yeah, went over to wes' last night. allan and marc and wes and jessica and kristen and jenna were all there, and we had a blast. we had kristens video camera, and wes got the idea to go to a hotel pool and jump in (mind you it was about 35 or 36 degrees last night), so we did that. then we all went out to the land where we are having "wes' whimsical whipeout"-jessica has creative spelling and she did the invitations, so we had to go with it. when we got back, we sat around for a little bit...then wilson showed up with tak...and chris...

they had been on their way to a friend of theirs' house in montgomery-in wilson's new durango (when i say new-i mean a 98, but he just got it...its like new). they were going down 85, and wilsons back right tire flew off-and i mean all the way off, like the axle was scraping the ground and everything. he somehow miraculously maintained control, and didnt get hit by any of the other cars doing 80, and they had gotten it towed, come back to prattville, and were now in chris' car.

which brings me to chris...oh holy shit, it was so awkward. it turns out that he is as shy around girls as i am around guys-probably even worse. he couldnt even look at me. i think he said maybe 3 words to me the whole entire night, so yeah...i dunno...i mean i could understand how he would be a little uncomfortable b/c the boys have been ragging on him for months now, but i can tell it is gonna take alot of alcohol toget this thing going-if it does at all...ugh...indecision...low self-esteem...both doing their job quite furtively...

aight...i ve got to go babysit harrisons kids...be good.....

                                                                                                        hailey

it is sunday...i like sundays-today is one of those lazy drizzly sorts, and i just got home from my evening out to discover that troy state sent me all my scholarship info- that makes me happy. i am also happy for another reason which i doubt any of you would care for me to disclose-but it has to do with a visitor and the fact that the visitor will be gone by friday.

last night was good. jessica and i watched harrisons kids for like 5 hours, and lonny gave us 30 bucks-which was awesome b/c we werent expecting to get paid. then we came back to town, met up with the wilsonater and went to johns, where we played some "water polo" (nudge* nudge* wink* wink*). jessica and wilson went away to be alone, and john and i layed in his bed and talked for hours on end. it was nice. he is so incredibly insecure-especially for being such a gorgeous guy. i would tell you about our conversation, but we have this rule at johns-what happens at johns stays at johns...so yeah. but it was good.

when jessica and i arose this morning, john had gone to church (i dunno), so we gathered our possesions and left. we came back to town, swung by zachs, picked up my brother, and went home..at which point i opened my scholarship letter and discovered my visitor.

all is good-i dont have to go to first block tomorrow or tuesday-we are o/o school at the end of this week, and wes' graduation party is in 5 days...happiness

                                                                                                             hailey    

blah blah BLAH! today sucked...im trying hard to be up and not to sound like a total bitch for at least five seconds today, but it is hard.

i guess my day started at about midnight last night. jessica and i went to go see the lord of the rings 'return of the king'. we were supposed to go to the 12:30 show, but right before we got there, she called wilson and found out that he was at the 12:15 show with tak and chris and harmon, so we asked them to save us a seat. got there..pretended not to be uncomfortable around chris...didnt talk to him-he didnt talk to me. im not gonna blame him or anything b/c i know that he is as shy around girls as i am around guys, but it still sucked...3 hours and 30 minutes later the movie ended. it was good, but unbearably long for me in my a.d.d.-ishness. we all left.

got to jessicas at about 4-anticipating a long awaited date with her bed. i change clothes, wash my face, and slide between the sheets. i dunno know if she decided to call wilson or if he called her, but before i could even close my eyes, she starts yapping on the phone. i was tolerant...for about the first hour, then i started getting annoyed. it wouldnt be so bad, but when jessica is tired she gets very loud and very giggly...when i get tired i turn in to a bitch...not a good mix...i just remember wishing her cell phone had a cord so i could choke her with it..

well by 6, i finally fell asleep...so that was cool. i woke up at about 11...five fantastically short hours later. jessica was leaving to take something to the school, but she stayed long enough to tell me that wilson had already come over that morning, and that they had amused themselves by making fun of my snoring (i am sick, with a cold that i caught from jessica). that was okay...i mean i make fun of her all the time for snoring and general ditziness. i went into the kitchen...took out my retainer (in true nerd fashion)..and ate a doughnut that wilson had brought for me that morning (alright...so maybe he is an OKAY guy). jessica came back, we go online and looked at some stuff, and i remembered my retainer.

i walked into the kitchen ad reached for the place where i had put it. it wasnt there. my first thought was that jessica had accidentally thrown it away, because it was in a paper towel-but before i could say anything, i noticed a piece of torn paper in the living room floor.....i think if my thoughts have been audible at that point, everyone would have heard "the fucking dog.."...so yeah, i walked into the living room to discover that my top retainer had been snapped into two pieces. apparentally, jessicas dog had hopped his front legs onto the kitchen counter and found himself a nice morning breath scented snack. bastard fucking dog.

my mind started racing for what to do, because i knew my mom would have a shit fit if i told her. ah hah! super glue. after much searching and a few phone calls, we got what we needed, and my retainer was back in one piece. however-even after extensive poking and prodding and much bending of metal, i was unable to fit it back in my mouth (by the way, i did clean it first), so i had to call my orthodontist and tell them the story. they told me to come right in, so jessica and i raced over to the office. after first being embarrassed that my friends dog ate my retainer, i then had to admit to my orthodontist that we had tried to stick it together with super glue. however, they told me they could fix it, and they did-thank god.

at this point i was tired and ill and bitchy etc etc any other word you might choose to describe it..and we went to wes'. they were all going to clear out the land for wes' whipeout friday, but i couldnt go b/c i had to pick up my brother for wrestling. i bid them farewell, and walk to my car...only to notice that my tire looked low. (inaudible thought) "fucking a-will this day ever end?!"...for some pathetic reason i had this stupid hope that maybe it was just low on air, so i took it to the chevron and asked them to air up all my tires. the cute, yet hopelessly redneck uneducated grease monkey boy who was helping me got all the way to THE tire, and says "you do know you have a nail in this tire right?" ...damn it damn it damn it... so i called my mommy and had her come bring me some money to get it fixed. i finally got out of there, and picked up my brother. now i am home. 

blah...i know that maybe this isnt the endall be all of all bad days...i saw on the news about some peoples house burning down in montgomery...but i was just in a bad mood already, so now i want everyone to feel sorry for me whilst i bitch and moan. now i am home though, so hopefully nothing else will go wrong. maybe i should just go to bed...

                                                                                                     hailey 

i am pretty sure that i managed to break my finger last night. im not really sure at which point it occurred...whether it was when i flipped my chair over backwards and had to get wilson to pick me up (b/c i couldnt do it myself ), when i fell down the trail after allan and i adventured to find a blanket in the freezing cold, or some other random falling down experience that i just dont remember.

last evening did not go as planned. we did not have wes' whipeout (i feel that i have to comment on the fact that that is misspelled every time i write it), we did not have a keg, hell-we werent even supposed to do anything. yesterday was pretty horrible. jessica was so frusterated with the fact that everything was falling apart that she cried like 30 times. wes was bitchy. kristen was bitchy, and everyone was on everyones nerves.

at about 8-whilst about 10 people had already showed up- we decided to postpone the party (possibly till new years). we were all stressed and jessica and i were upset that our plans for the evening were shot. luckily, we found a way to get what we really wanted, and then a bunch of us decided to go camp out in the woods anyways...me, jess, nick (cough*), allan, karen, cristina,karens boyfriend marc-who was so fucked up on aderol we all wanted to kill him and the person who gave it to him (and i know who it was...im planning on speaking with that person b/c this kid is really reckless and stupid about it...not that taking aderol to get high isnt reckless and stupid in the first place...but whatever), john, and jenna-and wilson showed up for a while with the chainsaw and scared the shit out of me.....so a couple of hours and a few drinks later and everyone had forgotten their woes from earlier. perhaps we all even bonded a little too much...we had to do a hicky check this morning...but it was all in good fun..

now i am sitting here listening to the white album and contemplating going to my friend luke's "fajita party"...my head is throbbing pleasantly..ive missed that feeling...

                                                                                                   hailey

all of this guys songs sound exactly alike, and i was almost crushed by drunken naked frat boys when he played at furnace fest and encouraged them to rush the stage (while i was in the front-one of my friends did get beat down to the ground-it sucked, but it was worth it b/c i got to sit on the stage for t.b.s.)----at any rate, i dont really cae for this guy as a musician, but i feel that it encompasses alot of the qualities of my evening....

  ANDREW W.K. LYRICS

"Party 'Til You Puke"

We're not gonna die
You can never kill us
We're not gonna die
You can never hurt us

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab
We rob, We steal

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab
We rob, We steal

Party 'til you puke...

GO!...

We're not gonna die
You can never kill us
We're not gonna die
You can never hurt us

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab
We rob, We steal

We dent, We rob
We choke, We gun
We kill, We stab

We rob, We steal Party 'til you puke...

GO!...

Party 'til you puke...

GO!... Party 'til you puke!
  

well, today was average. got up, came home, did a few things,and then spent most of the day at lukes. i dunno...i like all the people who go over there, but i am not really around them enough to feel comfortable in a group situation. individually, they are all cool cats, but they have all these inside jokes and stuff-like me and my crew-that i feel a little uncomfortable around...plus i was there for like half a decade. there was a little discussion of our evening last night, not too much though b/c karens sister was there and karen doesnt want her to know about it. there was even a little animosity between myself and a possible visitor because of the evening last night..nothing bad-but i just felt the same out of place feeling that i normally have when i am with them.

now i am home..on a saturday night...and i admit to feeling a bit depressed. i guess it is just the low that comes with a high like my evening last night...not much i can do, but sit at home with my family and watch "communion"..night folks...

                                                                                                     hailey 

average day over here..and i am bored. i just finished writing some crap in my room (crap-one of the deeper words in my vocabulary), and listening to duncan sheik. that poor guy-no one gives him credit. his cd is awesome, but all anyone knows from him is "barely breathing"-which sounds absolutely nothing like the rest of his cd. its all good though, i sort of like the fact that no one else knows about how good his stuff is. i wont have poeple i cant stand coming up to me saying "hey-have you hear that d.k. song-because those sorts always have to abbreviate in order to be able to remember that artist-it is so fucking hardcore!". those sorts of people would think that n'sync was hardcore if someone told them so...hardcore..haha..i laugh at hardcore..losers...

anywho, so yeah, this day was a waste of time. it only gets me closer to christmas and presents and all that junk. i have absolutely no clue what i am getting this year, b/c i didnt really ask for anything. i have a good car, a kick ass sterio, a tv, and a dvd player-i mean really now, what else in life is there to want...besides the bright eyes boxed set, which i have this creeping feeling i wont get just b/c my parents are douch bags and probably decided that when i said i wanted that, it meant that i wanted new bed sheets (although i do want new bed sheets, but if it came down to those or bright eyes, i could sleep on holy-hehe, holy..-bed sheets for another year.).other than that, i am totally at everyones mercy as far a presents go. there are a few cds i like-and two of which i know that i am getting b/c i went and bought them from circuit city with my moms cash, and my mom told me she was saving them till chrismas...alkaline trio, and the rem greatest hits cd. i think my grandmother got me a gift cirtificate to parisians or somewhere, so i can get some nice clothes. that is her way of telling me that my faded blue jeans and band logo t-shirts are lok like shit..its all good though, im a single chick-i need some nice clothes. maybe i could get a date then...nah-probably not....

so here i sit..i feel very analytical all of the sudden, but i dont really have much to talk about..bought my brother and nana's (yes, i call my grandmother nana-suck it) presents today. i got logan (which is the brother's name) whatever and ever amen, because he loves that cd and ill be moving out very soon, and i bought my nana some house slippers, because she refuses to walk in her house barefooted, and her old ones are falling apart. i still have a few more presents to buy, so i will be keeping mrs. harrisons retarded kids tomorrow i think to make some cash. i am still not sure if it is worth it, but i am trying not to think about the fact that one of her kids is perverted and hyper active, and is secretly a slug or something (i poked her in the eye as a test to this and she didnt even flinch) and the other, well she is 6 months old...need i say more? oh well...its better than prostitution...oh wait...no it isnt! guess i better find my boots and hit the streets...

                                                                                                    hailey

this is currently my favorite cristmas song...

Christmas Time For My Penis

I see you've been feeling down
When I needed you, you've been around
So this year I've a Christmas surprise
that will make your spirits rise...

I think back on the times, when you've always been there for me
And when things seemed unclear- you did the thinking for me.

I owe you so much that its hard,
to repay you for all the good times
and I won't forget you this year..
It's Christmas time for my penis.

I know I have let you down when you just needed a hand
When I was uncertain, you showed me that I am a man

I owe you so much that its hard,
to repay you for all the good times
And I'm going to give you the joy
that you've earned this year pal...
It's Christmas time for my penis.

I owe you so much that its hard,
to repay you for all the good times
It's Christmas time for my penis.

I know you've been feeling down,
all pent up its so hard to breathe
Don't fret this Christmas-
you'll get the attention you need

I love you so much that it's hard,
to repay you for all the good times
we'll get whores and pornography-
your special holiday, pal...
It's Christmas time for my penis.