The Hayley Effect
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Teacher? Or Ticking Time Bomb?!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Don't Give Up on Me Yet.
Pizza Face...Allergies are THE DEVIL!
One day, WebMD will send me a notification that I'm sure will word something like this:
"Miss Carney,
It is our duty to inform you that WebMD has terminated your access to our website (WebMD). This is due to the fact that you are clearly a hypochondriac and may need to seek some professional psychiatric help. In order to ensure the safety of you and others around you, we beg of you that you not try and access WebMD from any other IP address. That one will be blocked soon after.
Sincerely,
WebMD Administration"
When this day comes I will completely understand. I will not hold it against WebMD because I know all of the above information is true.
However, the pimples aren't as bad as I make them out to be. That hypochondriac statement wasn't exaggerated. I just had to get that out of my system.
~Hayley
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Father's Day Story
Rage, it snuck up on me like a snake approaching its prey right before it completely consumes it. I knew this was my father sitting in front of me, for all eyes to see, but how much did he truly know me or how much did I know him? I know he contributed to half of my DNA, but after that at this moment I felt as if I knew nothing. Everyone was waiting for me to begin and the room was completely silent. I knew if I didn’t begin to speak at this moment I would never get my chance. I would run out and possibly never return to this hateful room filled with raw, intense emotions. As I spoke, the tears came, I knew they would. All around me I heard others begin to cry as they clung onto my words of hurt and pain. This pain I was describing it wasn’t only for me, but for my siblings too. When I began, there was no stopping me. For the first time in my entire life my father was forced to listen to me. I realized as I got up the nerve to look up, that he too had tears running down his cheeks. I told him of how much he had missed in his drug induced stupor over the years. I told him how even when he was under the same roof with me I felt like he was never truly there. Most importantly, I explained to him how much I wished he would be a real dad, not just a DNA contributor, to my little sisters. There was still time, I explained, to be a part of their lives. If only he could go through this rehab program and come out drug-free, he could be what he had just swore to me he wanted to be. I wanted to believe he was trying, but my entire being fought against it. How much can a person be let down before there is just no trust anymore?
I was sixteen at the time, and I felt completely alone in that room. I was, in fact, enduring what they call “family drug counseling”. It was meant to begin the mending process of relationships that had been destroyed by drugs, while a family member was overcoming their addiction. I wanted to be there for my father more than anything in the world. A part of me truly believed this would be over soon and that it would truly help.
I wrote this a while ago for my dad. It's unfinished and may never really truly come to a close. So many things have gone unanswered, but sometimes unanswered questions aren't always a bad thing. Maybe the most important questions are in the process of being answered? Happy Fathers Day Daddy! I will always love you, no matter what tomorrow may bring. Lord knows there's never a boring moment with you and I wouldn't have it any other way. :)
(As for the writing, feel free to tell me what you think everyone.)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Grammar Nazi
So, the day before yesterday I started reading the new Sookie Stackhouse novel a.k.a TrueBlood. The newest novel is "Dead in the Family" if you're interested in checking it out. I came across a quote Sookie made that I found rather amusing: "Grammar be damned." Now, this is taken out of context and probably shouldn't be explained here. If you ever get a chance to pick up a copy of the novel you will understand why. There are only a few instances when grammar can be tossed aside nonchalantly like an old blanket given up by a five year old child who has decided he/she no longer needs it as a comfort blanket. This is one of these rare occasions.
I believe "The Grammar Nazi" would be a perfect title for me.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Nothing Like the Tanning Bed to Get Those Creative Juices Flowing!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Why it's The Hayley Effect
1. Hayley Effect
The effect of losing the ability to spell after following a grammatically incorrect comment made by a friend. Therefore succumbing to the residual illiteracy that surrounds them.
Anyone who knows me will understand the irony of that definition. I despise people with incorrect grammar. I hate it when people misspell words when texting or on the Internet. I often correct people I'm close to and drive everyone around me crazy with it. I find myself correcting people I hear talking out in public. Thankfully, I have the ability to do this under my breath or silently to myself. Sometimes I even correct myself. The thought that somewhere out there someone believes I would be the cause of people's poor grammar pains me. I assure you I am working to correct poor grammar to the best of my abilities.
However, don't let my first post scare you away from my blog. I won't physically hurt you if you misspell something or make a grammatical error. I'll refrain myself :)
P.s. Please use spell check. Those little squiggly red and green lines on Microsoft Word actually mean something. ;)