Once upon a brisk morning, there lie a small girl in her giant bed.
as she heard someone walking up the stairs to her room, she was instantly peeved.
for this girl liked sleep just about as much as a bear. possibly more.
she scowled and raised her eyes over the blanket to see who the intruder was.
eh, it was just her best friend. he could jump in the covers for all she cared,
for she was going to sleep more, regardless of what he did.
but the sleepy haze wore off as she noticed that balled up blanket in his arms move.
the fact that he had a balled up blanket in the first place hadn't really dawned on her as odd yet.
but the moving part awakened the most obnoxious and obvious personality flaw of hers called curiosity.
for there are only a small number of items that are bundled in blankets and wiggle around.
just then, the light blue eyes of a sleepy puppy peeped out and made a precious yawn.
which meant that at the crack of 11, she was fully awake. a real weekend rarity.
and guess what? she wasn't even that mad.
this is milo.
i named him.
mostly because i thought ollie and milo sounded cute together.
derek tried to name his own dog.
cool names like olympus, apollo, cronus and even his last name, killough, but spelled kilo.
cause everyone mispronounces his last name.
here's a hint: (key-low)
but somehow (not really, we all know why) the name milo persevered.
and guess what erinn? i even let him lick my face. with his pungent little puppy breath.
and while we're on the subject of pooches. ollie got in trouble last week (she kept eating my socks) so i put her in timeout. she took it really seriously. stayed there for 10 minutes. sneaking some peeks every once in a while.
sometimes i think back to times when i've been mean, whether intentional or not, and feel sad. I'm not a mean person at heart, i'm just really opinionated and brazen. all jokes aside, i think i have napolean complex. like really. cause what i lack in height, i make up for in attitude. my mom sometimes says she's surprised people even like me. she's clearly my number one fan.
i looked back at some of my blog posts and realized something.
i'm a brat.
especially this post. not that i want to draw attention to how rude i can be.
so i just have this to say:
if you don't write or use correct grammar on the reg.
i'll still talk to you all day.
if you enjoy running in a sports bra and spanks.
congratulations on your great bod and 60-story high self esteem.
if you hate animals.
just don't hurt them, and we'll be just fine.
if you like 'skyscaper' by demi levato.
i'll only decline your offer of mixed tapes, is all.
if you have fake hair.
it probably looks better than my real hair. so cheers to that.
if you wear kitten heels, flip flops or other not-so-fave shoes of mine.
at least you're lucky enough to own shoes.
if you tell me that your night was an 'epic fail'.
well.. i'll just censor that phrase out of my mind. try as i might, that one still gets me.
and if i've ever offended anyone, cause i'm sure i have, let me apologize via funnies.
after all, that's my favorite pinning board on pinterest.
i'm dying. i can't even handle how great these are.
derek and i live 2 minutes apart. (for the first time in 3 years) i work almost every day of the week. i'm ready for winter (weird). i like to save money now (also weird). i get on fb like 1-2 times a week ( really weird - but it's okay, i'm convinced its just a phase). i'd rather read a good book than go out, as of late. i like running ( still baffles me) i get excited for class.
maybe these things are just absurdly shocking to me.
hi. it's me. i don't know if you remember who i am or not. but i'm haylie. i own this here blog. and i'm supposed to post regularly. but i don't have a very exciting life. which is sucky, but i'm okay with it.
remember that job i applied for? well i got it. so now i work 8-5 everyday. and you know what? being all adultish isn't all its cracked up to be. just early mornings and shopping in the 'career clothing' section at nordy's. yikes.
BUT, i have managed to attend every single twilight concert and have loved them with all of my heart. When Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros started playing their first song, i started to cry. not even ashamed. their music has been so close to me the past 2 years that it just hit me. and then when i was 5 feet away from Alexander, i about died. 'cept, crowd surfing and having my whole rear end out for the world to see slightly distracted me.
other updates: my nieces still hold the title of cutest behbehs. my brother and i couldn't be closer, i don't think. derek and i are ridiculous. if it weren't for the insatiable addiction we have to one another, we'd probably try to be single. and last but not least, shark week started today! i hate them so much i love them. huh. that's kinda like clay and i. weird.
brother loves me. almost as much as he loves smiling in our pictures.