--- Memorial Day Weekend. ---

Ahh, what a wonder ful thing, three day weekends.
Not only do we get an extra day off school, but we get extra time to spend however we like.
This past weekend, I got to spend with my darling sister, Jenny.<3
So here's how my weekend went down:
I came home and napped from 4:30 to 6:30.
Jenny storms in and wakes me up.
We wander off to Kemah Boardwalk and Jenny takes her wonderful thing of a camera and have a full-on photoshoot.(:
We go eat at the nearby T Bone Tom's. It was featured on Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives. Their sausage has become dad and Debbie's latest obbsession.
We go home.
We fall asleep at Midnight, me in my bed and Jenny on the extra matress on the floor.

Saturday went a little something like this:
I tossed and turned in between sleeping until 11.
I woke up and got on the computer.
We got dressed and picked up mah Birffday Buddie, Olivia.<3
We went to the thrift store.
Got dresses and such. :D
Went home and chilled for a while.
We then went to Freeb!rds and split a burrito.
We walked over to Best Buy and Jenny got some music while Olivia and I took pictures on the Mac computers on display.
We then walked to Tutti Frutti, and had some delicous frozen yogurt.
We dropped by Olivia's house and grabbed some of her stuff.
We went home and took turns taking showers. Jenny, then Olivia, then me.
While I was in the shower, they watched an X-File on the jacked up TV in the living room, which didn't bother me since I was happily singing along to Christina Perri on the other side of the house.
And then we went to bed around one, me and Jenny in my room and Olivia on the couch.

Sunday!
We all go to church, Jenny gets reunited with old church buddies, mainly Ginger. ;D
We come home and while everyone naps, I didn't want to be rude and fall asleep on my friend, who was also knocked out, so I just stayed on the computer and edited pictures.(:
I made another Twitter, seeing as I lost all my information on my last one, so I'm all setteled in there.
[ @HayleyAlisabeth if anyone was wondering. ;D ]
Jenny emerges from the dark cave called my room and we watch TV.
Once everyone regains conscienceness, dad and Debbie start cooking dinner.
We take Olivia home after hearing that her best friend is at her house for the last time in a month. :P
We come home and eat dinner, and then sit on the couches and just talk.
I just sit around after that and eventually fall asleep.

Monday. Hmmm...
Well first, Happy Memorial Day.(:
I woke up around 11:30 ish.
I get on the computer until being forced against my will to get dressed.
Me, dad, and Jenny drive down Farimont, turning in all of Jenny's applications that we had gotten earlier.
We go to Taco Bell.(:
Home.
Computer.
Before leaving the house one last time, I grab Identical.
We leave.
On our way to Schlenburg, we stop by Katy Mills and look at TOMS.
Jenny found out my shoe size and we left.
We leave once again and backtrack to Best Buy for another CD.
We get to Schulenburg early, and I can't wait to give Steph Identical.
She was happy.(:
We go to Dairy Queen and sit and talk, as we wait for the going home traffic to die down.
I, being a Lynch, had a TERRIBLE slip up.
I was looking at the menu and saw that they had a Brownie Batter Blizzard that I wanted to try.
So, I tell the group, "I think I want a Brownie Bladder Bizzard."
And we sit there and laugh for two minutes.
We sit down and talk for about two hours and finally say our goodbyes.
I get in the car, hook up Violet to the car radio thingy, and listen to my music the entire way home.
Thhheeeeee End.(:

--- Crasy Busy. ---

This weekned was CRAZY busy.
Friday, my Dad wrote me an excuse to get out of History Commended Camp to go to Relay For Life. Debbie's workplace had a booth and she volunteered the family to work the booth for two hours. After that, walked for a while and bought a bunch of stuff.(:
It could've been more fun if April came, but she couldn't because of things on Saturday.
We got home and by the time I had showered and went to bed, it was one in the freaking morning. Which was bad only oooofffff.....
Saturday! I woke up at six AM to go to a Teen Book Conference at Alief High. April came with us, which was why she couldn't go Friday night. It was a school trip, so we had to be at the school by 7:45 to catch the bus. I had brought Violet (my iPod) with me and I just jammed the entire way there.(:
The conference was FANTASTIC.
I was equipped with $45 for books and lunch. Because of our AR points, the school bought a book for each of us. I picked an expensive hardcover book.(;
I picked out two other books, for a current, at-the-momnet total of four. (We got a free book at registration.)
We (me and April stuck together the entire time) went around to different panels and learned a lot about writing and publishing and stuff like that.
I learned early on that one of my sister's favorite authors, Ellen Hopkins, had come and I texted her that she was and got all excited. She told me about the books she didn't have by her and luckily they were on sale, so I got her Identical.
After all the panels, there was a book signing. The most brilliant scheme formed in my head. I would have Ellen both sign and CALL my sister.
The plan worked beauitfully and when I got the phone back from Ellen, Stephanie was in tears from the shock. I got my picture with Ellen and went one to get the rest of my books signed.(:
So now, Steph loves me even more and... Well, just loves me.(:
After I got home, the family and I went out to dinner at some random place in CityCentre. Afterwards, we went to Studio Movie Grill and saw Source Code.
The reason why we didn't eat there was because the earliest showing was all sold out and we went somewhere else for dinner. 
After that, I went home and crashed, pooped from only two days of running around like CRAZY.
Sunday, I got up early and went to church. Nothing new there.
After that, I COULD have come home and napped, but I really just layed there for five and a half hours texting... People and solving  problems. Or, at least, trying to. Still a work in progress.
And now you see why my weekend was INSANE.

--- Spring Break. ---

              Friday, I came home from school and packed, then napped. And texted a bunch.

Saturday, me and my Dad left for Schulenburg. Schulenburg is in between Houston and San Antonio, and it's where my Dad and my grandma meet for me to trade cars and go to the other city. We met up and ate at Whataburger, and sat and talked.

After about an hour, we left and I continued my journey to San Antonio.

The rest of the day Saturday, I went to my grandma's, got situated, showered, and went to bed.

Sunday, we went to church in the old ward and I got to see all my old friends. We went home, I napped, and just chilled for the rest of the day.

Monday, I got up extra early to go kidnap Chelsee. Litterally. I had secretly made plans through her sister and got her parent's okay. We drove to her house and Kala, her sister, pretended to get something from her car when really I was stepping inside and grabbing her bag, that had secretly been packed by her mom. Kala went and grabbed Chelsee, blinded her with her robe, picked her up and dragged her outside, shoved her in the car, and we sped off to Rolling Oaks.

We went to Dillard's and tried on cute dresses and took pictures. After that, we just randomly walked around and caught up. At one point, she was eager to see who I had been texting the entire time, and she took my phone and tried reading my conversation. After tring to retrieve my phone, she has stuffed it in her pocket, accidentally hitting the talk button, which called my friend. He was surprised. Haha

Later, we were climbing around on the beds in Macy's and decided to call him because she wanted to 'hear his voice.' So we did. We put him on speaker and continued to walk around the mall.

Afterwards, on our way out, we ran into some friends in Dillard's, who was tring on dresses, gave a few opinions, and left.

We went home and played the gamecube, and later crashed. She left early Tuesday morning. Later, I went to an old friend's house, took a quick dip in their backyad pool, tanned, caught up, and talked about the story we're writing together.

Later, my sisters came and picked me up and we went and walked around at La Canterra. We talked about home life and our situation, and later went to Zio's. Jenny, my older sister, was venting to the tablecloth, and a random old lady wanted to come and read it. She gave us this huge, long pep talk about how boys underestimate women and our awesomeness and they're just all around jerks, and how God has blessed us women. That made for an awesome story. Steph, my oldest sister, took us to her apartment, where we chilled and listened to music, and later she took us home.

Wednesday, we all just chilled around the house and my little cousin Olivia came to spend the night. She's six, and a hassle. (Just like anoy other six year old. xD ) 

The rest of the week, I just rested, relaxed, and slept. Ahh, sleep. I love it. : D

We left for Schulenburg on Saturday, met up at around three-ish, they talked, I got bored, Dad got me a mint brownie blizzard from Dairy Queen, and we were once again on our way.

Before I even got a chance to go home, I picked up my friends April and Olivia, and we went to Jamba Juice. My treat.

I went home, unpacked, showered, and slept. More.

Sunday, we got up for church, went, came home, napped, and chilled for the rest of the day.

And THAT, my friends, was my Spring Break.

--- Acting. ---

I love acting.
I've loved it ever since I took Mrs. Poorboy's drama -oops, theatre- class in sixth grade.
I think it suits my hectic, crazy, and dramatic life.
Yesterday, at 2:00, I missed auditions to be in my second play.
Now, rehearsals start tomorrow.
For the next month, I'll be a little more depressd thatn usual.
Why?
Because acting was my escape from the world.
My escape from my problems.
When I was in that arena, it felt like the world around me had dissapeared.
It's crazy how the saying, "You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone." applies in my life in SO MANY different ways.
Instead of doing the plays at the local college, he wants me to do them at the local theatre, because he wants them to be a little more friendly with the schedules.
When I did the Christmas musical, I usually didn't get to bed until midnight.
My body got used to it after, like, the first week, so feeling tired all the time wasn't a problem.
My grades, in algebra especially, didn't hold up.
No, I didn't fall asleep in class. I never have unless done with a test and it was the only thing we did that day.
Because of missing school for performances, which were only on Fridays, and my teacher loving to give out TESTS on Friday, THAT'S why my grades were terrible.
So that's the reason why I'll probably never go back to that college for another play unless during the summer, which I'll probably spend in other places.
Not to mention, the next play the local theatre is doing is Cinderella. >.<
There's NO WAY. Nope.
I don't care if I never act again.
Okay, that's a lie, but still.
NO.
So, if I seem extra depressed one day, this just might be why.
Just lettin' you know.

--- Rainy Days. ---

This is a paper I wrote for English. It's on why I like rainy days. It's very phsycology-y. ;D
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     The sound of the lonely rain on rooftops and windows is soothing. It’s like the sky is crying for all the people who’s tears have run out. Or maybe it’s crying for all the people who just got the worst news they’ll ever hear, and the rain makes them feel like they’re not alone. To me, rain just feels….. Right. It just makes me feel like someone out there is crying with the sky. For some reason, the rain makes me feel better, like it’s venting for me, or it’s being the one thing that helps me vent the most.

     I love rain because even though I’m stuck inside and can’t go play, I can still stay warm and cozy. Truthfully, I usually transform into a couch potato. I sit and use the computer and watch TV, when I’d really like to read or write. If I could, I’d go outside and sit under my porch and think. Or, I could use the rain as inspiration for a short story.

     When it rains, I’m also grateful for a house. One with a heater, beds, and tons of things to do. It doesn’t really cross my mind much, but I feel bad for the less fortunate. I take my blessings for granted, and I’m not really glad I do…

     Rain gives me an excuse to be lazy. I can sit in bed and either write or read. I can sleep. Sleep is one of my favorite things to do; dreams are my way of escaping the world. If I’m trapped at home, that means I’ll probably have chores to do. I’d do the laundry throughout the day, get the dishes over with, and if I’m in the cleaning mode, I’ll work on my room. I’m a perfectionist, so if I get started, I usually don’t stop unless I have to. When I’m done, my room usually looks like a shiny new toy.

     One word I’d use to describe rain is relaxing. Just the thought that it’s raining somehow makes me feel better. The sound calms my nerves. Sometimes, if I can’t sleep, I’ll just lay in bed and think. I’ll think about things at home, stuff at school, friends, boys, anything and everything. And, if I have time, I’d journal. I journal like a mad scientist who just discovered something that’ll change the world, but occasionally has to stop to think of how to word his amazing discovery. It’s one of my many ways of venting.

     Over all, rain is just awesome. It’s a way to vent, and calm my nerves. A way to get things done around the house, and an excuse to be lazy. It can inspire me to be my best, as well. There are too many reasons why rain can be good or bad. For me, my favorite reason why I love rain is because it’s just rain. I love rain. Don’t ask why, because I don’t know. I just do.

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TA DAAAAAAAAAA. : D

--- Life Lately. ---

Life Lately.
It sucks.
One of my friends decided to betray me and wanting to start some gossip about me.
My grandma kicked out my sister.
My grandparents threatened to kick out my other sister.
I have to hear about this through TEXT.
My grandma insulted her DEAD daughter.
Her dead daughter is my mother.
My dad still doesn't have enough money to get that stupid surgery.
My dad was SO. CLOSE. To leaving my evil stepmom.
She wanted to save this marrige.
She was victorious.
I have to unpack all those boxes.
Not seeing my best friend ever in over a year and a half is REALLY getting to me.
My love life is jacked up.
I'm not going to like Seminary. At all.
Teachers are cracking down on seating at lunch so I can't sit with my friends and talk.
Being more talkitive was one of my New Year's Resolutions.
I noticed that I was happier more when I sat with my friends.
Long list, I know.
This is my life.
Bright side:
I'm making more friends.
I'm collecting plenty of numbers and texting a bunch. ^-^
I still want to make more friends.
I have a book thingy going between two, and soon three, people.
I have a higher self esteem lately.
I'm reading more. : D
I want to write more.
I'm gonna audtion for the play in March.
I hope to get into acting more.
I have one more person I know I can always run to.
That's my Life Lately.
Thank you to all the people who make my life awesome.
Thanks to even the people who make it crappy.
Because of them, I know I'll grow to be a strong person.
I keep living because I want to live to be that strong person.
So, thank you.

--- Wake Up Call. ---

All the memories I have as a little kid are of San Antonio. I moved there when I was five.
I went to Longs Creek for Elementary, except for 3rd grade when I went to Northern Hills.
After Longs Creek, I went to Harris.
As everyone else, I was uber excited.
I should've been more excited.
I went through the year like it was nothing, as if I was coming back the next year.
I never did.
I'm not here to talk about the phsyco chick I have for a stepmother, no.
I'm here to talk about how lucky a lot of you people are, and you don't even know it.
I don't blame you, because you haven't had the wake up call that I have...
If you're reading this and you currently go to Harris, count your blessings.
If you're reading this and you currently go to Miller, I don't know.
This post is mainly for Hawks, not Falcons.
I got on that bus on June 4th, 2009 thinking that this would be a good thing, a chance for new beginnings, new first impressions and a chance to re-invent myself.
I was wrong.
Here, I'm not allowed to wear what I want. I am just a nobody, I wear the same clothes as everyone else. I am just another mindless robot.
The main thing is the dress code here.
Your clothes express who you are. The only thing that can express us is our shoes, hair, and accessories.
The other thing is, well... That's it.
The people here are different... They only care about their friends and no one else.
If you didn't grow up here, you aren't welcome.
In San Antonio, and maybe even everywhere else, people don't care who you are, they just welcome you in, or at least, give you a chance.
Here, I am a nobody, and not just because I'm quiet.

I hope that everyone at Harris and is reading this will thank everyone you know for allowing you to have the freedom that you do. You have no idea what a living hell this is for me.

I am not, and never will be, a Falcon, or a Trojian, or whatever else.
I am, and forever will be, a Harris Hawk. No one will ever change that.

--- Low Self Esteem. ---

I don't want sympathy. 'Nuff said. The reason I have such a low self esteem is not only because of me, but because of the people around me.
They don't know it, but they're slowing eating away at my self esteem.
First, everyone should know that I'm a quiet and reserved person, if you don't already. I keep my thoughts to myself and bottle everything up. I am a listener and don't talk much at all outside of my circle of friends. It's sad, and I want to change that. I know it's not healthy and I'm not happy with this or the rest of my quiet-ness.
Everyone around me has their little circle of friends in each and every place they go to.
I don't have that.
Everyone has so many friends, they're always texting because everyone is always wanting to know what's up.
I don't get that.... As much.
Everyone always throws in their comments in class and laugh and joke.
I don't. It's depressing.
This is all because I am a listener, not a talker, and I want to change this, and the rest of my personality.
My New Year's Resolution this year, (yes, lame, I know, but that's just what I want to call it that because it's a new year, yada yada yada.) is to be more talkitive and to make more friends.
In one of my classes, the class is small and close. We sit wherever we want and, as always, we sit next to our friends. It takes time for me to think of where to sit, because I'm not extreamely close to anyone in that class.
For the majority of this class, while people sit and talk about whatever, I sit there and think, 'say something.' But I just don't have the guts to even try.
I guess I can't gather the courage because I've tried SO MANY TIMES to say something, but my voice is just drowned out by the other, more popular people's. So, I've just learned to say nothing.
People ask me why I'm always so quiet, this is why.
I know it's a sad and depressing story, but it's the truth.
No sympathy, just take me for who I am.

--- Christmas Break. ---

Christmas break was goood. (:
Went to Gimmie's for the first weekend, saw my AWESOME Aunt Krissy. (:
Came back for Christmas. Got awesome presents:
-Acoustic Guitar and book
-Oberto Beef Jerkey
-Two tablets of graph paper
-Watch
-Jacket
-Junk food. YUM.
-Earring and Necklace set
-Booklight with two lights. (:
-More jewlery
-Happy Feet
-Brain Teasers (Two box fulls)
-Juicy Couture binder
-$30 to Target
-Total money: $150, including gift card.
Went back to Gimmie's for New Years.
Had fun.
Did Anne Frank timeline on the way back home.
Went back to school. And such. (:
Hope everybody had an awesome holiday break like I did. (: