If you write on the side of desks in the library, you probably have nothing to do with your life. I'm sorry.

As I sit in this dull and hellacious library, I cannot help to look at the inscriptions on this quaint little cubicle:
- "I love Daniel." "He loves someone else."
- "Live tha LifE." "Please don't."
- "laughasmuchasyoutreathe(heart)."
- "Whore." "okay baby."
My thoughts on these inscriptions:
- Daniel probably doesn't love either of you. Actually, he probably doesn't exist. If you are dumb enough to write about him in the library he isn't real.
- Clearly, you are not living any life, because you are writing on the cubicle of the library.
- laughasmuchasyoubreathe. Could be kind of cute. Except I needed to breathe the whole time I was trying to figure out what the heck that said. I can't laugh and read laughasmuchasyoubreathe at the same time.
- Pretty sure it's safe to say that this cubicle is not a "whore." Or a "baby."

Now, time for what I actually got on here to write. I got a little distracted and needed to let the cubicle writers of the world know how I feel about them.

     Obviously, I am in the library. Getting in a little study time for this history test, which I have no idea what to study. But I'm here. A for effort. No interesting head injuries or New Orleans trips with mom this week. Sad. I did get to see one of my best friends look beautiful on state's homecoming court. yeahhh. Surprise starkville trip was a success. It's always wonderful to see my bestiesss from the gpt.
     DDD. bid day. yesterday. ole miss. From all of my extensive facebook stalking, I say it was a success. Lots of new little dolphin babies. I miss everyone there bunches. lots of bunches. These little babies are gonna love dolphin life.
     Paranormal Activity 2. Slightly frightening. $7.75 was well spent. I suppose. Movie theater people commentary was far too much to handle. I did not pay to hear your comments, woman with unfixable southern accent that was sitting behind me. I'm pretty sure no one else did either. But thanks anyways.
     Zoo Boo. It's where kids trick-or-treat at an animal-less hattiesburg zoo at night. WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE ZOO WITHOUT ANIMALS? oh, just hundreds of people. Don't worry, the animal smell made it seem like little nugget prairie dogs were live and present. I must say, that zoo had the largest collection of blow up decorations known to North America. Congrats, Hattiesburg Zoo. You keep up the good work. Just in case you think blow up animals substitute for real ones here's a hint: they don't.
     I'm still confused by the existence of this blog. I'm not sure if I want to bore the world with the strange ideas of my mind or just comment on how I feel about events/surroundings. Maybe a happy little combination of both. I'll ponder this for a while.

Fall Break Discoveries

- Mothers assume that anytime you cross a street in New Orleans you will be hit by a car. Result=mother crying.
- Saks fifth avenue is the worst place to get a concussion.
- While concussed in saks you are likely to see everyone you know.
- All puppies know how to do is eat grass.
- Mothers also assume that anytime you walk, you will break your ankle or something.
- My mother is far too paranoid.
- If you are home for more than 1 hour you become the carpool service.
- I tweet far too much. Like 10 tweets a day too much.
- Books on tape about sociopath murderers in mormon communes are not okay.
- Stanford from Sex and the City is also a guest star on Wizards of Waverly Place.
- I love Wizards of Waverly Place.
- Pigeons are even dumber than I thought.
- Everyone is tweeting mean girls quotes right now.
- In middle school I was the biggest oc and laguna beach fan ever. EVER.
- Meg Appel liked "learnin new tricks" in the 8th grade.

Flashback. An ugly one.

So, fall break is the root of all boredom and useless thinking. In my pondering on life, I remembered a little place called xanga. It's a little place I used to vent about life. But don't worry, so did my other friends. Let's just say that the rediscovery of xanga was a magical trip back to 2005.

My Discoveries:
- My profile picture is me eating. Typical. There is a ketchup bottle in the picture. I am also wearing the used-to-be-cool 2 t-shirts. Oh.
-My interests: cheerleading, tumbling, youth @trinity (yes, that is an at sign, and no it does not indicate a twitter user), watchin the oc and laguna beach, eating, shopping, talking on my phone, stargazing..lol, watching more television, and reading sometimes.
- All of my posts are about cheerleading and how much I hated it and how mean people were to me.
- I ended every post with love yall...bye!!!!!!
- I thought I was way too cool
- I wrote a lot about camp, which makes me kind of happy to read.
- I ranted about Katrina, then told anyone else who did to shut up.
- I suscribed to someone named vampirepenguin.
- I had an entire post titled " A tribute to The OC." Obsessed? Beyond.
- As humoring as my xanga posts were, mar_gee1124's were better. (Meg Appel)
- FiRsToFAlLAlYpAiGe's (Alyson Holliday) xanga has mysteriously disappeared.

My Conclusions:
- I'm pretty sure I hated cheerleading
- My interests are a sad sad story. It is safe to conclude that I wanted to be the star of Laguna Beach. The tv and eating parts of my life are still the same. Typical.
- "stargazing...lol". I don't even know what that is supposed to be
- I'm also confident in the fact that when I said love yall...bye!!! I didn't mean it. Even at the ripe age of 14, I didn't like everyone in this world.
- I'm not sure if I was being serious or cynical in 90% of my posts.
- Sometimes I shared too much deep information. Too much to the point that if someone were to walk up to me and tell me some of that stuff I would kindly tell them to go away and that they were making me uncomfortable.
- I extensively listened to Kelly Clarkson.

Now, I leave the world with some quotes from the xanga pages of my life:

- "i dont want all the cheerleaders and their parents hating me...i am not a big bad mean person...i really am good and nice and i want all of them to see that i am not mean."- Hayleyb1791(me)


- Just flat high school!!!  Which I must say I absolutely love!!! - StEf2691 (stephanie lee) 


-There were so many foreigners in new york. There were hot foreign guys too. - Hayleyb1791 on the 8th grade New York Trip. 


-Laguna Beach was so good last night the best one in my opion it was so good it was prom hayley cried it was awsome!!!!- Mar_gee1124 (Meg Appel). This confirms my obsession. 




Oh Xanga, thank you for keeping a record of my middle school life. Whenever I want to know exactly what I thought about the world in 8th grade, I'll always turn to you. 

The break of fall

Fall break. That's what life is right now. I'm at home, which has already proven itself to be a loving disaster. It only took three hours before I turned into the 9th grade carpool service. Currently listening to: yapping and barking dog. Yes, that would be my puppy. I'm not sure if it was a good idea for a family who is home and awake for about 3 hours a day to get a puppy, but we did. We deal with it. Sometimes. Puppy training is going like..oh wait, it doesn't exist. The dog just does whatever she want's and there's really nothing we can do about it. She wins. We lose. Because absolutely no one inhabits Gulfport right now, it is safe to assume that I have spent most of my fall break bonding with Stella (the puppy). Now I just sound like one of those freaks that is obsessed with their dogs. Typical. It could be worst. I could be obsessed with my cat.
    

Growl

Grrrrrrr. That is right now. Paper due in a few measly hours. Typical. Animal Farm. It makes me think about life. Animals. Are they really that organized? probably not. My favorite part about this book is the role of the cats. Nothing unusual from real life. All of the other animals are portrayed as really smart or extra dumb. Cats stay the same. Lazy and lethargic. Cats are a great form of expressing anger. They are dumb and lounge around all of the time. So really, I could hate them because I am envious? This is possible. Cats just ruin everything. Cats cats cats. 

Right Now.

I have always wanted a blog to express my thoughts on life and the people in it. Well world, now is the time. I couldn't think of a more productive thing to do right now. Oh wait, I could study for my test at 8am. No, this is more important. Here is what is going on on the 3rd floor of the library: a girl is sitting on top of the table meditating. I'm sure it would help her a lot if this couple wasn't fighting and crying across from her. Poor meditator. Not so poor couple. Go fight and cry somewhere else. At least in a study room.