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Hola! I literally had no idea what to put it "title" so i just put down stuff. XP
Miss you alL! And going to miss you all very soon. Although i LOVE this blog, i am gonig to start focussing more on my profesional blog
The Pretty Project
Which i am STILL begging you all to fallow. Make a diffrence one blog at a time. <3
HOWEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! this does not mean i'm abbondoning this bloog.OH NO! This blog really is my first really "writing experience " i will never stop writing here. Its my first home. All im basically doing is buying a summer home. Or...fall home...you get the piont!
So please fallow my new blog link below!
Today was awsome, however i was mainly shocked that many people did-not get the song "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" from the beatles.
hello!!!! But oh well, it was still agr eat clas. I got to act, i loved to read everyone elsese plays! So much fun!
Hayley Michelle
http://fallowtheproject.blogspot.com/
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
SUPER SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL
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You will never belive what just happened!
So remeber that guy, you know the hot jewish one that was a singer i almost dated last year? WELLL...i just got offered his job in my ex-guitarists band.
Hahaha, oh small world. <3333
Hayley Michelle
You will never belive what just happened!
So remeber that guy, you know the hot jewish one that was a singer i almost dated last year? WELLL...i just got offered his job in my ex-guitarists band.
Hahaha, oh small world. <3333
Hayley Michelle
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
THE BLOG IS UP
The new blog" The Pretty Project" is now offically up. That os going to be my blog that i ahd talked about in my last post. It would mean the world to me if you all subscribe. The link is bellow. FALLW THE PROJECT!!!
http://fallowtheproject.blogspot.com/
Also, i just want to clarify EXACTLY what the blog is about. It is about changing the world, one girl at time. You know. Telling their stories of what happened to them and how people impacted them: good and bad. I want to use my power in the arts, although little and probably insignificent: to make a diffrence. I want to tell those stories and help those girls. Maybe we all deserve a happily ever after; all we have to do is lend a hand, make a friend, and smile.
Hayley Michelle
http://fallowtheproject.blogspot.com/
Also, i just want to clarify EXACTLY what the blog is about. It is about changing the world, one girl at time. You know. Telling their stories of what happened to them and how people impacted them: good and bad. I want to use my power in the arts, although little and probably insignificent: to make a diffrence. I want to tell those stories and help those girls. Maybe we all deserve a happily ever after; all we have to do is lend a hand, make a friend, and smile.
Hayley Michelle
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Making a diffrence. Please read if you want to change the world: one girl at a time.
PG=100 (again?! Oh oh...get ready for some shiz to go down).
Today in Theatre we brefly talked about blogs. Ms. Aladren talked about us using our blogs to stand for what we believe in. Making a diffrence. And that really touched me, on a deep personal level.
I take my blog very un-seriously. Its not a joke. Its life. It's fun...its quirky. It's me.
But Ms.Aladren really opened my eyes to see what i can do. I could use a blog to be entertaining: to me and to others.
Or i can make a diffrence.
I've had some stuff going on with me for quite a while, actually. It's always been on my mind; what i'm about to say.
I think i really started to get serious about it when i was in RSAC. I was having the time of my life, until i reached one of my all time lows back at RSAC. I was really ashamed, i had to have Marshall come talk to me...it was just a train wreck. I couldn't stop crying.
I had finally had the epiphany that i was un-wanted by everybody else at RSAC. It was a great experience for me...on a proffesional level. Personally, it was like going back to my old school.
I sat by myself most of the time. I tried to keep quite, you know..hopeing maybe that i wouldn't annoy everyone like i usally do. But i somehow managed to get everyone to hate me. It was later in the 2nd week, begginging of the third when the comments started to get to me. I heard things, at first i thought i was just paraniod. You know, those tiny sly remarks about "how her but looks dino in those shorts" and "Why no one wants to be workng with her". It was just really depressing. Plus i was having troubles with my room -mate.
We started off really well, but then suddenly she decided to hate me and knit-pick at every little thing I did. Like, the way i work until the crack of dawn, while she paints her nails and cries on the phone to her parents about me "ruining her life" while i'm in the room! And how i get up early to shower so i dont have to fight everyone else for the shower...you know? She was dead asleep...but she still complained about how i "bullied her, and anoyyed her with my constant working". I cut my guitar and vocie practice down from 5 hours a day to 10 minutes a week...and then she got worse and worse. (Marshall was also involved in this...but everyone sided with me when it came to this). But she really did make my life a living hell...and on top of it..it was just...hell!
But i got throguh it.
I reallyized that I had felt like Sh*% because i lack self asteem.
I have the biggest drive in the world, but i don't have the self- asteem to back it up.
But i want to make a change. I want to be someone, to help people who belive that they are no one.
When i was little, i was always picked on. Bullied. I mean, its gotten worse over the years...But when i was young all i wanted to do was sing. And with my singing, i thoghut that i could change the world and make it better. A place where a girl can sing, and not be a size 0. Where a girl can stand up for her belives and not have rocks thrown at her. A place for those quirky, girls who don't think they're beautiful. i dreamed of a palce where we were all beautiful.
I haven't lost that drive...its just evolved into something less of its self. Like its entirely diffrent from when it used to be. I want that back...that drive. I would do anything to get that back.
I used to be a quirky confident girl who knew she was going to change the world.
Now i'm a quirky girl who wants to be what i was before i let the world get to me.
Personally, i think there is no going back to what i was. I've passed the piont of no return, and then some.
But i know girls that do not belive that they're beautiful, and talented, and powerful. They are.
Every girl is powerful.
I want to help.
So when i was off at RSAC, i came up with this idea...that sometime in the future I WILL, have a non-profit organization that works with girls to help improve self image and help those talented girl suceed in their dreams. No matter what it's going to coast me. I want to go to them, and help make heir dreams come true; make them feel wanted. Something that was never really done for me.
I want the world to see, what they dont. I want them to see the beautiful, talented, POWERFUL girls.
I dreamed that i one day would start " The Pretty Project".
A project dedicated to changing self image to not wanting to be that starving girl on the magazine.
I want to change it to girls wanting to be themselves.
It know this blog sounds repetitive, and long..it is. But its worth saying. Its worth something to me.
I felt like it was something worth sharing...
So..starting soon, hopefully..I am going to create ANOTHER blog which i all hope you fallow.
It will be a blog dedicated soley to "the Pretty Project". And it will be articles about girls that are mis-fortunate enough to not have that self-asteem, and how so many pay...and also those girls who were like me and many others i know...Girls that overcame their mountians and vallies. Girls that became someone and did something. And hopefully, in the future...it will be about how i have, or anyone i know..helped those girls who could have been mis-fortunate. Helped them become pretty. Inside and out.
Thank you for your time if you actually read this. It really means alot to me. Please, if you would be so kind respond to this..or send it people. Make a diffrence not be a dream. Help make it real.
Hayley Michelle
Today in Theatre we brefly talked about blogs. Ms. Aladren talked about us using our blogs to stand for what we believe in. Making a diffrence. And that really touched me, on a deep personal level.
I take my blog very un-seriously. Its not a joke. Its life. It's fun...its quirky. It's me.
But Ms.Aladren really opened my eyes to see what i can do. I could use a blog to be entertaining: to me and to others.
Or i can make a diffrence.
I've had some stuff going on with me for quite a while, actually. It's always been on my mind; what i'm about to say.
I think i really started to get serious about it when i was in RSAC. I was having the time of my life, until i reached one of my all time lows back at RSAC. I was really ashamed, i had to have Marshall come talk to me...it was just a train wreck. I couldn't stop crying.
I had finally had the epiphany that i was un-wanted by everybody else at RSAC. It was a great experience for me...on a proffesional level. Personally, it was like going back to my old school.
I sat by myself most of the time. I tried to keep quite, you know..hopeing maybe that i wouldn't annoy everyone like i usally do. But i somehow managed to get everyone to hate me. It was later in the 2nd week, begginging of the third when the comments started to get to me. I heard things, at first i thought i was just paraniod. You know, those tiny sly remarks about "how her but looks dino in those shorts" and "Why no one wants to be workng with her". It was just really depressing. Plus i was having troubles with my room -mate.
We started off really well, but then suddenly she decided to hate me and knit-pick at every little thing I did. Like, the way i work until the crack of dawn, while she paints her nails and cries on the phone to her parents about me "ruining her life" while i'm in the room! And how i get up early to shower so i dont have to fight everyone else for the shower...you know? She was dead asleep...but she still complained about how i "bullied her, and anoyyed her with my constant working". I cut my guitar and vocie practice down from 5 hours a day to 10 minutes a week...and then she got worse and worse. (Marshall was also involved in this...but everyone sided with me when it came to this). But she really did make my life a living hell...and on top of it..it was just...hell!
But i got throguh it.
I reallyized that I had felt like Sh*% because i lack self asteem.
I have the biggest drive in the world, but i don't have the self- asteem to back it up.
But i want to make a change. I want to be someone, to help people who belive that they are no one.
When i was little, i was always picked on. Bullied. I mean, its gotten worse over the years...But when i was young all i wanted to do was sing. And with my singing, i thoghut that i could change the world and make it better. A place where a girl can sing, and not be a size 0. Where a girl can stand up for her belives and not have rocks thrown at her. A place for those quirky, girls who don't think they're beautiful. i dreamed of a palce where we were all beautiful.
I haven't lost that drive...its just evolved into something less of its self. Like its entirely diffrent from when it used to be. I want that back...that drive. I would do anything to get that back.
I used to be a quirky confident girl who knew she was going to change the world.
Now i'm a quirky girl who wants to be what i was before i let the world get to me.
Personally, i think there is no going back to what i was. I've passed the piont of no return, and then some.
But i know girls that do not belive that they're beautiful, and talented, and powerful. They are.
Every girl is powerful.
I want to help.
So when i was off at RSAC, i came up with this idea...that sometime in the future I WILL, have a non-profit organization that works with girls to help improve self image and help those talented girl suceed in their dreams. No matter what it's going to coast me. I want to go to them, and help make heir dreams come true; make them feel wanted. Something that was never really done for me.
I want the world to see, what they dont. I want them to see the beautiful, talented, POWERFUL girls.
I dreamed that i one day would start " The Pretty Project".
A project dedicated to changing self image to not wanting to be that starving girl on the magazine.
I want to change it to girls wanting to be themselves.
It know this blog sounds repetitive, and long..it is. But its worth saying. Its worth something to me.
I felt like it was something worth sharing...
So..starting soon, hopefully..I am going to create ANOTHER blog which i all hope you fallow.
It will be a blog dedicated soley to "the Pretty Project". And it will be articles about girls that are mis-fortunate enough to not have that self-asteem, and how so many pay...and also those girls who were like me and many others i know...Girls that overcame their mountians and vallies. Girls that became someone and did something. And hopefully, in the future...it will be about how i have, or anyone i know..helped those girls who could have been mis-fortunate. Helped them become pretty. Inside and out.
Thank you for your time if you actually read this. It really means alot to me. Please, if you would be so kind respond to this..or send it people. Make a diffrence not be a dream. Help make it real.
Hayley Michelle
Agga..oh i give up!
JOURNAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33333
So anywho...continueing to read Ag. (my new abriviasion so i don't look like TOO much of an idiot).<3. We discussed it in Theatre today, and it was very enlighting. We talking about the fall of Troy and how the lighted torches travled all the way from Turkey to Greece. <3
I find it rather facinitating. In terms, it s acient Instant Messaging. Or in this term...not so instant messaging. It frankly too very long for it to travle. But wild fire spreads like wild fire.....lmfao, did i just try to make up a metephore? Wow, am i lame. XP
ANYWHORE, Ag. is very interesting. Mainly i want to punch out the chorus because they talk EVEN MORE THN ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know...shocking right? But however, it is true.
CRAMPS
Hayley Michelle
So anywho...continueing to read Ag. (my new abriviasion so i don't look like TOO much of an idiot).<3. We discussed it in Theatre today, and it was very enlighting. We talking about the fall of Troy and how the lighted torches travled all the way from Turkey to Greece. <3
I find it rather facinitating. In terms, it s acient Instant Messaging. Or in this term...not so instant messaging. It frankly too very long for it to travle. But wild fire spreads like wild fire.....lmfao, did i just try to make up a metephore? Wow, am i lame. XP
ANYWHORE, Ag. is very interesting. Mainly i want to punch out the chorus because they talk EVEN MORE THN ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know...shocking right? But however, it is true.
CRAMPS
Hayley Michelle
Boys are like knots. They're always in my hair and i want them GONE FOR GOOD.
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Ok, boy drama is coming to a climax...talking to out with him as we speak on FB. this should be interesting...hold on...
PLEASE HOLD WHILE I GO VIRTIUALLY CATURATE SOMEBODY WHO WILL REMAIN UN-NAMEDD
Going to be late to school on tursday. Looking into Jaw/Cheek bone surgury. so...ya. Today was a terrible, painful day.
I have come to the deccision that fitness is not my friend. When i sit down i make that "old person" sound. I ache from my upper rib cage to my belly button and out to my dino-sized hips. Summary: It sucks.
I cant laugh because it hurts.
Therefore, Fitness wants me to die.
DAMN YOU GETTING INTO SHAPE!!! XP
lmfao, but seriously; major pain goin on now. EVEN AS WE SPEAKKKK.
Today was a cool history lesson, but i just want it to be friday! EEE! PLAY WRITIN! Hopefully my play i want to hand in will be done before that, or i can at least have it DONE by friday. <3 so ya. <333
Hayley Michelle
Ok, boy drama is coming to a climax...talking to out with him as we speak on FB. this should be interesting...hold on...
PLEASE HOLD WHILE I GO VIRTIUALLY CATURATE SOMEBODY WHO WILL REMAIN UN-NAMEDD
Going to be late to school on tursday. Looking into Jaw/Cheek bone surgury. so...ya. Today was a terrible, painful day.
I have come to the deccision that fitness is not my friend. When i sit down i make that "old person" sound. I ache from my upper rib cage to my belly button and out to my dino-sized hips. Summary: It sucks.
I cant laugh because it hurts.
Therefore, Fitness wants me to die.
DAMN YOU GETTING INTO SHAPE!!! XP
lmfao, but seriously; major pain goin on now. EVEN AS WE SPEAKKKK.
Today was a cool history lesson, but i just want it to be friday! EEE! PLAY WRITIN! Hopefully my play i want to hand in will be done before that, or i can at least have it DONE by friday. <3 so ya. <333
Hayley Michelle
Monday, September 12, 2011
Aggamamen!#!*_ (CANT SPELL!!! AHHHH!!!)
This is a journal: I CANT SPELLLLLLLLLL AG(#&@)@#@^!!!!!!!!!!
I am now deppressed. =(
However, i have read the greek tale of AggaR#*RQ)&# and i'm VERY fond of it! <3
Personally i think its more Cassandra's tale. For Its worth... i know more about...Cassandra, a daughter of a Priam.
WHAT I KNOW ABOUT THE STORY OF CASSANDRA!!!!:
Cassandra fell asleep in the temple of Apollo. She was a beautiful young woman , and her beauty roused the lust of Apollo, who appeared before her. He promised to teach her the art of prophecy in return for sexual favors. Cassandra agreed to his terms, but after accepting the gift of prophecy, she denied him her body, going back on their bargain. Apollo was outraged and added a condition to the gift: though Cassandra would always speak the truth, no one would ever believe her. He begged Cassandra to give him one last kiss, and as she did so, he spat into her mouth, and when he backed away from her, the curse was planted. Some versions of this myth lean toward the idea of Cassandra convincing Apollo to teach her how to prophesy after he asked her to sleep with him as a return favor, but the point remains that she backed out on her end of the bargain, and was forever cursed.
Either way: SUMMARY: someone is a cursed cowardly slut, and the other is my favorite god of all time because he is so shinny like the sun (and god of it too!)...ya. XP
lmfao. anywhooooooo....XP.... GETTING BACK ON TOPIC! ya, thats a good idea...
The story goes that Cassandra for-sought Agga#%#*&'s murder by his wife (other name i cannot spell that starts with a C). She had gone to warn him, (of corse, he didn't belive her), and in the end they were both HORRIDLY MURDERED IN A BATH TUB BY QUEEN C&#*&!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE BLOODY END! <3 <3 <3 <3
Hayley Michelle
I am now deppressed. =(
However, i have read the greek tale of AggaR#*RQ)&# and i'm VERY fond of it! <3
Personally i think its more Cassandra's tale. For Its worth... i know more about...Cassandra, a daughter of a Priam.
WHAT I KNOW ABOUT THE STORY OF CASSANDRA!!!!:
Cassandra fell asleep in the temple of Apollo. She was a beautiful young woman , and her beauty roused the lust of Apollo, who appeared before her. He promised to teach her the art of prophecy in return for sexual favors. Cassandra agreed to his terms, but after accepting the gift of prophecy, she denied him her body, going back on their bargain. Apollo was outraged and added a condition to the gift: though Cassandra would always speak the truth, no one would ever believe her. He begged Cassandra to give him one last kiss, and as she did so, he spat into her mouth, and when he backed away from her, the curse was planted. Some versions of this myth lean toward the idea of Cassandra convincing Apollo to teach her how to prophesy after he asked her to sleep with him as a return favor, but the point remains that she backed out on her end of the bargain, and was forever cursed.
Either way: SUMMARY: someone is a cursed cowardly slut, and the other is my favorite god of all time because he is so shinny like the sun (and god of it too!)...ya. XP
lmfao. anywhooooooo....XP.... GETTING BACK ON TOPIC! ya, thats a good idea...
The story goes that Cassandra for-sought Agga#%#*&'s murder by his wife (other name i cannot spell that starts with a C). She had gone to warn him, (of corse, he didn't belive her), and in the end they were both HORRIDLY MURDERED IN A BATH TUB BY QUEEN C&#*&!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE BLOODY END! <3 <3 <3 <3
Hayley Michelle
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