The End of an Era, not the End of a Lifetime

HEY GURRRRRLFRIENZ,

Obviously, I am the only who blogs now (and my blogs don't really count), but that is probably because you girls all have lives.  I haven't even started high school yet so I don't really have any work to do over the summer, I don't really have any friends in real life that I feel like I can hang out with, and I basically just can't find anything enjoyable; this means that I have actual time to blog, and I know that everyone else probably doesn't.  Or maybe this blog is over?  My facebook messages have been broken for a couple months so I can't really check them.

Today I woke up at 8 AM to watch the DH part 2 London premiere.  It was just so beautiful to see how special it was to everyone.  I loved seeing how much they respect the fans and each other.  They truly think of themselves as a big family.  To watch the fans that were lucky enough to be there scream for the cast.  To see J.K. Rowling talk about how important, we the fans, were to the whole series.  To listen to the announcers call Evanna "Luna Lovejoy,"  to hear them call Oliver and James "the Neville Twins."  To know that, even though the fandom's magic won't end, there will never be another Harry Potter movie premiere.

I am so happy to be a part of this magical fandom.  We can all connect over the smallest of things.  We all help each other to enjoy the series even more.  It makes me proud to be a Potterhead.

Without Potter I would not be in the same place that I am today.  I would never have gotten in to the internet like I'm in to it right now.  I wouldn't be a nerdfighter; I wouldn't even have heard of John and Hank.  I would never have gotten in to Doctor Who or Sherlock or Supernatural or any of the other things that my life basically revolves around now.  I wouldn't have made some of my best firends.  It is terrible to think about what my life would be like without all of the magical things that have come in to my life since Potter.

Today as I watching the premiere, I cried throughout.  Not because anything especially sad was happening, but because I was overwhelmed by how everyone felt about "the end."

 DFTBA,
Haley

Currently Reading:  I'm in between books
Currently Listening: to neopets games

Summer

Greetings my fellow non-bloggers, It's Thursssshhhday (I speak Parseltongue now.  Parseltongue is cool.)

I have no idea what to write about because I am bad with ideas.

Instead of quality writing... here is a picture of me with a cat (this is a legit picture.  no altering was done to it AT ALL).

My life is obviously very interesting.

This is it.  I can't think of anything else and the only other pictures on my computer are of my various weddings (to a potato/Rebecca Black).  Also Pedobear Carl Azuz.

DFTBA,
Haley

Currently Reading: Teen Angst?  Naaaaaahhhh...
Currently Listening: to Allegra's trock songs
Currently Thinking about: Going to the movies in about an hour (Cars 2!)

I am not a freaking Taurus. I am still a Gemini.

Hi girls.  It's Thursday.

-A break from our regularly scheduled theme so that I can rant-
I don't know if you have all heard of the new "advancements" in astrology, but they have added a new sign.  I used to be a Gemini, but I am now a Taurus.

This is a list of Taurus traits:

Taurus Strength Keywords:

- Dependable
- Persistent
- Loyal
- Patient
- Generous

Taurus Weakness Keywords:

- Stubborn
- Laziness
- Possessive
- Materialistic
- Self-indulging

This is a Gemini trait list:

Gemini Strength Keywords:

- Energetic
- Clever
- Imaginative
- Witty
- Adaptable

Gemini Weakness Keywords:

- Superficial
- Impulsive
- Restless
- Devious
- Indecisive

Let's go through some things that are wrong with this... 

A) I am one of the wittiest bastards I know, and therefore feel like I am a Gemini.

B) If you look at A, you will notice that I am SUPERFICIAL (which is a Gemini weakness.)

C) I do not fit any of the Taurus personality traits, good or bad.

D) In a recent survey, 100% people said that I was not a Taurus, (granted only one person took part in the survey.)

E)How do they figure that from yesterday to today my personality changed? 

-Now back to your regularly scheduled programming-

Christmas!

I love Christmas, and begin to celebrate the day after Thanksgiving when I blast Christmas songs (I would begin sooner, but in my family we have a no tolerance rule of singing Christmas songs before the day after Thanksgiving.)

Because I am now a Taurus I am going to materialistic and talk about the gifts that I got. The largest present (not in size, but in price) that I got was the Kindle by Amazon.  Before Christmas I had never even thought about asking for a Kindle because I was sort of unsure of the whole concept.  Now that I have one though, I think that is is a good idea.  Reading is still the same, even when you read it using a different platform.  

 I had a very good Christmas, but I did miss one Christmas party due to planning issues.  That was too bad because I didn't get to see some family that I hadn't seen in a few months (since last Christmas.)  

Things I was kind of disappointed about:

• My mom did not write 'From Santa' on any presents.  Santa did bring us stockings though.
• We had no cookies or milk to put out of Santa because we had eaten them all (and my mom was full.)
• It didn't snow at all (it never snows here anyway, but I was still sad.)

Overall my Christmas was fun, and I had a very good time. 

DFTBA,

Haley

Book: The 13 1/2 lives of Captain Bluebear

Listening: to the bathroom fan

Stressed about: NOTHING!  I am actually calm right now.

I'll always be by your... SIDE

Hello bloggers.  It is Thursday.  In the past minute I've just proved a point to myself that I've proved many times before.  When you look at a word for too many times, or when you look at the separate letters of a word then it doesn't really seem like a word any longer.  Many people do not understand this theory, for instance my science teacher doesn't understand at all.  I was talking with my lab partners, or whatever I should call them, and we were talking about 'Elvis.'  At first the word 'Elvis' looked like 'Elvis,' and then I realized that when I look at a word multiple times not only do I forget how to spell it, but I also start anagramming it. Elvis can be anagrammed to: Evils, Lives, and Veils.  I find the last one to be sort of... blah?  But the other two interest me.

Now you darling readers may be wondering what got me on this disastrous topic in the first place.  Well I went to a random word generator and it gave me the word 'side.'  I looked at it and then I just began to hate the word.  The word 'side' looks like a big piece of poop to me.  Is there a name for someone that fears the word 'side?'  How many times can I say the word 'side' in one blog post?

I feel like I'm prepared to say something.  Something that I've been milling over for a bit.   Something that I'm now finally able to say without knowledge of it.  Eighth grade sucks.  I've already been through a month of it, and it isn't even fun yet.  This really disappoints me.  I mean it is my last year of middle school before high school!  Shouldn't they make it a bit more... I don't know?   Exciting?  Less terrbiel?  One of my teacher is an absolute poop face!  (Pardon my french ;) )  Another one acts like he's on drugs ALL THE TIME.   It is not how I want my eight grade experience to be.

I've just thought of something that I'd like at least one other opinion on.  I was wondering how people can get bad grades in sixth/seventh/eighth grade?   If you even pay attention for half of a class you will understand everything, but yet people are just stupid, they act like their brains have been scooped out or something.

If anyone hadn't noticed I think that my theme this week is rage?  Maybe annoyance?  Maybe I'm just ranting?

On that note I'll leave you. :)

What I'm reading... Going Bovine by Libba Bray

What I'm listening to...  Game Shows Touch Our Lives by the Mountain Goats

What I'm watching... An old Asian lady is pacing in front of my house and I'm ready call the police.  Also there is a couple of teenagers making out across the street.  It is quite disgusting watching them so I'm going to stop.

Quote:
Bailey: "My elbow was stationary!  You ran in to it."
Me: "Your freaking elbow is hanging off in to my seat.  Move it or I will eat it.
Bailey: "You my friend are the devil."
Me: "And you my friend, are a fart."
As you can see, I'm sort of the queen of insults. :)

rawrgh. Thinking of a blog title is hard.

Howdy bloggers it's Thursday.  W00T W00T!

Hmm.  Well it's only 8:30, so there is probably some law that says that I should be conserving my summer vacation, but I woke up early.  I've actually been waking up early everyday, which is a bummer. It's probably some higher power paying me back for starting school so much later than most of my online friends.   On that subject, I feel like the internet is getting more baron everyday, at least baron of my friends.  Today my last to friends that I email regularly went to their first day of school.  I guess that means that I'll have to clean my room again?  Poop on that. 

That is Katie.  She is just ravishing.  That is at our Best Friend-iversery.  So if you didn't already pick that up... Katie is my best friend.

Hmm. Let's see.  Let's talk about Katie.  I met her in third grade.  We used to shake outhouses together, and talk about the slutty girls at her elementary school who stuffed their bras.   I believe that she was born in the same place that we live now.    She has two cats who I don't know the names of because she just talks about how much they pee and poop and they are always locked in the laundry room.  She has a dog named Poopy, well actually her name is Piper, but she answers to Poopy.  She has a mum, and a dad, she always talks about much she hates her dad,  I always try to convince her that she doesn't hate him.  Katie also has three siblings, she says that she hates  them too, but I don't believe her.

Katie and I basically hang out with each other only because we don't like most other people.  We did have this other friend named Abigail, but then she started getting jealous, so she started hating me, and then she told Katie that she could only have one of us, and she picked me. 

Katie has a weird obsession with math teachers, and she loves Snape to the point of obsession.  We had a birthday party for him.  We made cupcakes. 

Maybe I'll go try and find a more appealing picture?  She'll probably be a bit upset if that is what everyone sees.  Oh well, she'll get over it.

There is the most recent picture of us.  I've just noticed that I have an inability to really smile in pictures.  Katie looks nice though, and this blog post is about her.

WHOAH!  I just realized that I'm wearing the same shirt in those two pictures.  Ewwy! :D 

Farewell bloggers.  I'll see ya'll next Thursday.

Currently watching: Fitness for Nerds.  Again and again. :)

Currently listening: Popular from Wicked

Currently reading: Inkdeath

Currently putting off: Cleaning her room

'Old People' is the Fastest Growing Age Group

Hello fellow Bloggers as you may have noticed, or you may not have, it is Thursday.  That means that it is Haley's day to blog.  Therefore... here I am.

So, this may come as a shock to you, but I am a person who is a fan of keeping pointless memories and then telling people about them that don't give a rat's ass, random trivia that will probably never be needed, and bugging people.  That means that this topic was the one for me.  Also I realize that it probably didn't come as a shock, because I probably seem like a relatively chatty person that likes the sound of her own voice, or I suppose in this case, the pounding of the keys.

Here I go...

Today I went to the dentist.  I like going there because my mom works there, and I like it how she complains about them at home, but at work they are all civil.  I got two batman stickers and a spider man sticker.

My schedule/life is messed up at moment becase I was usually go to my dad's on Wednesday's but instead I'm going tonight.

I have a training tomorrow to be a W.E.B. (Welcome Every Body)  leader.  Instead I call myself a G.O.T.N.  (Guide of the N00bs.)  It made me realize how close my school is to starting.  1 6/7 weeks.

*In the typical Canadian home, 45 percent is used for the toilet, 28 percent is used for bathing and personal matters, 23 percent is used for laundry or dishes, and 4 percent is used for cooking and drinking purposes.

I started/finished a book called Everlost today.  It was really good.

I read Mockingjay on Monday.  It was also very good.

I'm watching Old Spice commercials at the moment.

Well.  That seems like enough stupid stuff for me to say for the week.

Until next time! :)

DFTBA
- H-A-L-E-Y

Currently listening/watching to the sexy which is Old Spice. ;)
Currently reading (about to start reading actually) The Book Thief.

*From the Book of Useless Information: Thousands of things you didn't think you need to know... and probably don't.

If anyone would like to check it out, here is me shamelessly promoting my own collab vlog. http://www.youtube.com/user/TheNerdvana

I'm fairly sure I'm too young to have a good opinion on love

Hey lovers it's Thursday.


That is my nickname for tons of people.  I just go around calling people lover.  So, that connects?

So... love?  I'm not sure if a thirteen year old can actually go around talking about love with out sounding like an absolute idiot.  Even if you can pull it off it ought to be really hard.

I asked my friend Katie what to write about, she said that I should write about her and a boy named Ronnie.  It sounded like a good idea because, at least to me, the story is quite hilarious.

Ronnie. Ronnie is a boy, who probably doesn't shower as much as he should.  He is actually an idiot.  He isn't all that smart.  He dies his hair this unnatural black color, and I probably used to like him back in second grade or something.

One day when Katie was in her P.E. class sitting next to Ronnie and his annoying friend Austin (because all of their last names are really close together) they were being quite mean to her. Telling her that she was too white, tree hugging, and nerdy to be a "gangsta."  Then Austin told them that they should get married.  Katie saw an opportunity and she jumped on it.  From that day on she began to write songs for him.  Once in P.E. I told her that she should go sing for him.  So we walked over and in front of all of his wall ball playing dorky friends she sang for him.  It was hilarious.  The two of us were basically on the ground laughing.  Then his annoying best friend Sean, who called me Sweaty Butt Cheek Woman for the whole of seventh grade, asked us about our facebook profile pictures.  He said that no one's face should look like that.

Ronnie though told me that he liked me more than he liked Katie. Even though we have again and again told him that she is just joking.  Once Ronnie even sang to me in the library.  Granted he was singing "One is the loneliest number." Or whatever the title of that song is.  It went like this, it was the last real day of school, and marching band was over, the school library was done renting out books (or whatever you call it), and I had gotten to school way too early,  so I was sitting alone, and Ronnie came up and starting singing to me.  So I threw something at him, but since the school librarian hates him he didn't tell her.  I was very happy about this because she hates me too.  I'm not really sure why.  She kind of hates me book choices?  Actually when I come to think about it she might not hate me all that much.  She sits next to me sometimes in the library when the annoying girls who sit behind the counter and try to "help" get way too annoying. She hates that I read Stephen King and Lewis Carrol though.

Oh well.  I'll say that talking about my school librarian worked because I kind of love her.

I actually love a lot of things. Perhaps I actually don't know what love is because I through the word about rather nonchalantly.


Well bloggers after that all I have to say is... LOVE YOU!

Hannah I will read what you have written after you have wrote it.

Thing I heard my little sister say: Lindsay:"Sure mom I'll do the dishes- Does Haley really have to help? Can't she do something else? She's really terrible at doing the dishes."
Me: "I've just heard everything you just said!"
Lindsay: "Well it's true!"
I'm so terrible at doing the dishes that I'm not allowed to help anymore!

Lots of Love! :)  
-Haley

“Procrastination is the bad habit of putting of until the day after tomorrow what should have been done the day before yesterday.”

-Martin Luther King

So true Martin, and yet we all wish that it wasn't.

Hey bloggers it's Thursday.

If you couldn't tell by my half exasperating, and half hella confusing quote, I have put off this blog post a bit.  My reason: I am extremely tired. 

You may be thinking, 'Oh Haley, she has probably been asleep all day and has now woken up just to humor us with her less than satisfactory blog posts.'  If you thought that you would be completely wrong, and I would have pulled the wool over your eyes.  In truth I have been lazily reading, and watching the 80 something videos that have cluttered up my subscription.  Sorry girls... Forgive me?  :)

Those of you who care might be wondering why I am so tired.  The reason is that I have been on vacation.  In the dry and scenery lacking Central Oregon.  Trust me, I liked it, but it was a bit... bland?   

Here is a picture of where I was: 

 

And here is a picture that doesn't make it look quite as ugly:

I am used to more of this:

(This is a very colorful picture that shows my city, and it isn't very bland.)

Here is a picture of our pretty nature:

Here is the city, and one of my favorite places in the world:

Can you see why I thought that the scenery could have been a lot prettier?  By the by, have any of you girls noticed that I cover up my short writings with pictures?  If you haven't noticed then you forget that I ever said that. ;)

Is anyone reading this (though I doubt that anyone has gone this far) opposed to over babbling? If you are speak now or forever hold your peace... No one?  Okay then, I'll go ahead.

I'll tell you a bit about my trip.  It was only a three hour car ride to get there, but it seemed really long in the hot car.  Once we got there we rode bikes a lot, and swam.  Lindsay fell off her bike and on to my friend Katie while zooming down a hill and she scraped her body of pretty badly.  Katie got out with only a small scratch as a battle wound. At the swimming pool I decided to act like my complete moronic self and I stood under one of those baby wading pool fountains that proceeded to stand under the spot where the bucket pours completely over your head.(Shown here.  That red and yellow thing that has buckets to dump mass amounts of water on small children's heads.)

While there I discovered that after seeing a bajillion of them, deer aren't so cute anymore, and they just become a natural thing.  I also discovered that Katie doesn't hate the look of babies as much as she thought because she 'awwed' at most all of them that came around.  I discovered that I should learn how to articulate my speech better.  (Sort of like the whole "I want my smack" thing?  Anyone understand that?  Giver, anyone?)  I discovered that trying to get chlorine out of your hair, when you're just going to go swimming again tomorrow, was a complete lost cause.  Maybe you will now think that I came sort of in to a few epiphanies while on this trip?  You'd be wrong though, because I discover a lot of things, but I've never come in to an epiphany.  

I've decided to put a quote in here about discoveries, just to adhere to the theme. 

"All truths are easy to understand once  they are discovered; the point is to discover them."

- Galileo Galilei

Did that quote work?   I just googled "discovery quotes."  That was cheating, and I am aware of it.  The point of the theme was probably to tell you about a quote that spoke to me, but the thing is, I love quotes, because they help me connect my life to other things, like books, and other nerdy/geeky things, but quotes don't usually speak to me that strongly.  What I'm really trying to say is that I don't like quotes much.  Forgive me for that, I said that wrong.  I love quotes, I just hate the act of quoting others in a public state.  I'm very sorry if this quote hurts anyone's feelings, I really don't want anyone hating me in this collab, because they themselves love quoting the wise words of other's publicly, but I found this quote and it actually DID speak to me.

He who trains his tongue to quote the learned sages, will be known far and wide as a smart ass.

-- Howard Kandel, Unknown , Unknown This theme truly has shown me that while I kind of hate it, I am a girl that likes to quote.  Even though I'm a hardcore googler when it comes to finding the quotes, I still love them.  A geek if there ever was one, I suppose?  :) Maybe I should stop working against myself?  Maybe that is what this theme has shown me?  That I don't work for myself, but instead against myself?   While Lindsay was torturing me by being on the computer, so therefore I couldn't be, right after I had finished my book so that I  had nothing to do, I was writing a story.  I'm not exactly sure where the story is going, but it will go somewhere if I ever get to finish it.   I also found a book called Big Wisdom: Little Book  it is a book full of quotes.  As I was flipping through the book I decided to go to the last page.  The quote there said, "The art of the quoter is to know when to stop "-Robertson Davies. Now that I've realized that I'm a hardcore quoter, and I kind of hate it.  I've also discovered that Robertson Davies is a very smart man.  Robertson Davies sort of helped me have a mini epiphany.  I don't have to like the fact that I like to quote, but that won't change the fact that I do. Now that I've managed to write about nothing that anyone ever will care about ever I bid you goodbye.  I doubt that anyone will get to the end of this post, but I don't really care. :)   Thank you Emily, I don't exactly know how, or why, but your theme has taught me a lesson.  I don't exactly know what the lesson is though.   I loved it. :) Hannah, I will read you tomorrow. Currently  Just finished Reading: Geektastic: Stories from the Nerd Herd  Hope that no one hates me for writing such a terribly boring blog post.   By the by, I don't know what's wrong with the font.  I don't know why one part of it is in a different font, but it won't go to normal.   Blogger- 1 Haley- 0

Haley will win Best Dressed

Hello girls it is Friday  Thursday :)

I have the craziest sense of… fashion sense? style? 

               Normal people my age wear denim colored skinny jeans, with nice little cardigan sweaters, and big fluffy boots, or whatever.  I don't pay much attention to them.  I am however known as the "pants chick."  My name is known throughout the school as the girl with the colorful clothing. Everyone says that I'm a shoe in for Best Dressed in the year book next year. ;)

               I'll tell you a story of something that happened in Band, Monday to show you just how crazy I am about style. Okay, for the past week or so we have put away our instruments and watched movies.  First WALL-E and then the Iron Giant.  A few of my friends and I however decided to help organize the back room of my all so messy band room that hasn't been cleaned in roughly 15 years. My band teacher is rather cool (because he used to be in a band and so he is pretty laid back) and so he let us go through everything, and didn't really care what we did with it because it was all crap any way. Throughout the day on Monday he heard me say that I was Lady Gaga, he threw a sock at the back of some idiot boy's head, and he hid from the counselor. My friend Cassidy and I love the back room of the band room.  It has clothes from people who went home naked?  (we have no idea how the clothes got there, but they are there)  I got *cough* stole *cough* a sweatshirt that says "B#" on it. J  The decal isn't even centered, and the sweatshirt is huge.  It makes whoever wears it look like a slob. I still love it though.

               

              Also, I thought that I should tell you how I stole it from the band room, because then this will be an educational video and the fact that I stole it will be forgiven.  The band teacher told us to go put it in the Lost and Found even though it had been in there about 10  years.  On the way to the Lost and Found Cassidy was all "We're stealing this sweat shirt aren't we?"  And I just nodded like it was an everyday thing. Of course, with Cassidy and I it is, because things like that happen all the time.

              

               None of my clothes ever match.  The hoodie that I usually wear is a green and gray/white striped one that is a Slytherin hoodie. And my pants range from basic black to "pants on acid," as my friend called them.   My socks are always knee highs that go up to my upper thigh, and they never match either.

              

               Once my school counselor asked me if I wore the clothes I do for attention.  She said that the clothes someone wore reflected their personality.  I told her that if anyone had the personality of my clothes they should A) be locked up in an asylum or B) get shot in the head.  Needless to say, I got a meeting with her for that comment.  Maybe I should learn to keep my mouth shut?  The golden rule is shut up isn't it?  J Bad things happen to those who don't keep their mouths shut.

Here are my insane/acid pants

Here is me in my amazing B# sweatshirt

Hannah, I will read you tomorrow.

Quote:  Josh: "And then all these people started coming out from Iceland, and they all looked like Bjork! All of them looked like Bjork! There were tall Bjorks, small Bjorks and they were all speaking her language, which isn't really a language. It's just kind of noises."
Alex: "Surely that's not racist."
Josh: "It's not racist, they're white."

Listening to: "Here Comes My Baby" covered by Sons of Admirals

Currently Reading: The Davinci Code by Dan Brown

Haley is pushed for time.

Hey bloggers it's Thursday!

To start this blog I would like to tell you that I only have ten minutes to write this because I have to go my dad's house, and my sister has been using the computer.  Darn her.

Well, I've never been great at introductions.  This is probably the reason that I only have one friend that I hang out with.

I remember my first introduction I was three years old and it was the first day of pre-school.  My speaking was not exactly the best, and I couldn't say my consonants.  So naturally my name was pronounce "A-e" for the first part of my life.  When a little girl named Racquel asked me my name, I told her.  Of course, then she couldn't get the thought in her mind that my  name was not in face Ae, and actually my name was Haley. This caused a bit of confusion, but she got over it after about a month.

All day, and the whole entire week, I have been thinking about my nerd story.  How had it happened?  I couldn't even remember.  I couldn't even really remember what my life was like before the age of ten.  Once, when I was four, my family was having a dinner party, and the host had puzzles.  She had put out those peg puzzles for me and my sisters, but she had put out a one hundred piece puzzle out for the grownups.  While the adults were in the kitchen I proceeded to not only get to the table, and get out the puzzle, but put the puzzle together upside down.  This seemed pretty nerdy to me.

From then on I burst in to the world of nerdom.  While all of my friends were playing with barbies, I was playing with my toy microscope, or trying to flush the barbie down the toilet...  While all of the other girls were chasing the boys, I was teaching the boys how not to get caught.  I was the little nerd child.

How did I become a nerdfighter?  Well, I had never really used the computer until I was about eleven years old, except to go on stupid websites.  Though in sixth grade I was having trouble with a math assignment and my teacher told me to look it up on youtube.  This, of course, sprouted a fascination.  As I looked through all of the Youtube videos I was amazed.  One day, a video from italktosnakes was recommended for me.  I watched it and fell in love with her absolutely spunky nature.  This in turn led me to vlogbrothers.  I now know that there are people out there just as nerdy as me.

I absolutely love that nerdfighters is here for me because out of all of my nerdy friends, none of them truly understand the exact nature of my nerdiness. They all just like to read, or like Harry Potter.  Nothing as severe as le nerdfighters.

As I can tell at the moment, this project will go epicly.  I'm loving everyone's blog posts.

I'm very sorry for that but I have to got.

Hannah I'll read you tomorrow.

Currently reading: Will Grayson Will Grayson
Currently listening: B/min - ALL CAPS