HAILEYANELA

celebrating life without you With 4 years of (sometimes uncomfortable) dating under my belt, I feel the need to share with the literate world my experiences in the "minefield of love". In this week's diary entry you will find a brief and condensed history of boys I've been around, and my thoughts of who you shouldn't date. Let me be very clear when I say that I am in no way qualified to determine the strength of another's relationship. All advice presented before you comes from personal experience and should be read as such. So here goes nothing... Part One: Hailey's History With The Opposite Sex Awkward isn't a strong enough word to describe myself around boys throughout my teenage years; more specifically high school. I had a hard time trying to read boys and was (& still is) a chronic over-thinker. I read too far into insignificant gestures and assumed that with just the right amount of outfit-planning, I could score myself a boyfr...

If I were to swear on the Bible facing an audience of unfamiliar witnesses, I would attest to my character flaw of interpersonal expectations. My fanciful mind is utterly incapable of retaining lessons learned. It’s as if a wave of amnesia has swept away the memories of disappointment and disillusionment and left an empty canvas; ready to be repainted with a lesson that just refuses to adhere. I have a knack of throwing out chances to the undeserving; the ones that I know are sure to let me down. I can’t help it really. I am a deluded optimist at heart; earnestly wishing for change and improvement when I know none will come. I’m the kid with their fingers crossed, brow furrowed, and lip bitten; anxiously awaiting for things to go “my way”. My expectations aren’t grand in the slightest. They are usually centered on the forethought, or lack thereof, from others. Things that I assume to be common sense appear to have translated into intellect that far surpasses human courte...

c/o:  Sabrina Kellerman Photography I’m guilty of painting pretty pictures. Pictures of how I want my life to be viewed. I want crisp edges and smooth lines, not a defect in sight. A clear and in-focus image that everyone can praise, and my mother can be proud of. A picture that can garner Facebook “likes” and Twitter “retweets”; an image that attains the coveted “Life Goals” hash tag. Because who doesn’t want a life that can be applauded and placed front-and-center on the mantel of self-esteem? As a side effect of this deceptive exhibit of life, is the mass of people that assume they know exactly how you feel simply based off the carefully edited Instagram post. They surmise that the smile means happiness and contentment, and the success equals satisfaction and self-fulfillment. They believe the best, because the best is all that they can see. They view the performance from the front row, completely oblivious to the stress backstage behind the curtain. My frustration ...

Unbeknownst to myself, time has once again gotten the best of me. This semester has 2 meager weeks left to live, in which I'm to pack up & move apartments, ace my finals, bid adieu to my sweet Canadian, and GRADUATE (it's only my associates, but still...). what the heck. Somehow I've turned into this partial adult with responsibility who has to start planning for the future. Like can't I just be that 8 year old hailey with the Hit Clips and Britney Spears diary without a clue in the world? That'd be nice and easy.....but not exciting. And we all know how much I live for excitement and adventure.  I've dubbed my 20th summer as my summer of traveling, experience, intrigue, adventure, thrill seeking journeys, sunshine, and fun and festivities. My hellish "summer of '14" was the worst I've yet to endure and I fully plan on rectifying the season. I'll be in school and working for a good part of the warm months, ...

WEEEEEE!! I'm so excited for the opportunity to be able to work with the social networking app  YikYak  as one of their USA Campus Reps for this Spring Semester! I'm SOOOO pumped to be working alongside the other students on campus in an effort to get everyone more connected and unified!! For those not familiar with YikYak; the best way I can explain it is like an anonymous Twitter...haha that description is fairly vague so it'd be best to just download the app and check it out for yourself! ;)  REXBURG KIDS: I'm in need of your help to help grow the herd, and I want YOU. Contact me via email, twitter, fb, or insta if you wanna get involved on campus, and have a blast meeting new people and maybe even scoring some free swag! (and/or taco bell...) on the outfit: I'm so in love with cozy, chunky knits right now because the frosty winter demands nothing less. The more layers the warmer. I threw on these leopard sneakers because the sol...

p.s. this lil' ole theater is the cutest thing in town. as made clear by my last post, winter has made its appearance here in the Burg! so by default the thick cardigans and tights have emerged from the depths of my closet. This is a cozy warm outfit perfect for the crisp morning chill that (unfortunately) accompanies early morning church. The faux leather shoulders add a bit of sass to the knit sweater, and I can't get enough! But I love these heels because they have enough traction on the bottom to keep me from slipping on ice or snow. Praise. Once the cold weather rolls around, maxi skirts become ubiquitous throughout the chapel halls. So in an effort to stand out amongst my long-skirted sisters, I made the brave decision and opted for a shorter hem and thick tights. And the outcome may you ask? I WAS WARM. also I had the benefit of not dragging my Sunday best through the brownish snow. I impart this tidbit of personal wisdom to you all. More tips on surviving an icy...