Good evening, Blogosphere! I just finished writing my big, impressive term paper for TWQP's class, all about blogging, and how content creators can secure sources of income without making their readers want to stab them with flaming pitchforks. After citing such credible sources as "creative, popular professional blogger, Kristina Horner" and "revered author, Alan Lastufka" and using polysyllabic words to describe my life without an obvious bias, I'm about ready to start searching for one of those flaming pitchforks to take to my own face. That's what you get for waiting until the very last second to write an important paper: Irritability! And pitchforks! And FIRE!
Sorry. I'm obviously tired and making less and less sense the longer I type, but I couldn't stand the idea of writing about blogging while neglecting my own readers. However, instead of coming up with witty ways to make you care about my lame life, I'm loudly arguing with PJ (he's on the floor next to me) about whether or not Tumblr is stupid, whether or not Twitter is stupid, and whether or not any of it matters. Roomie just blatantly turned up the volume on the TV to drown us out.
Okay. This is a total and complete waste of time for all of us, so I'm going to stop pretending anything redeeming is going to come out of this entry and just post while I'm ahead. Before we part, take a second to admire my new layout. Taste its beauty. Then go over to PJ's youtube channel and thank him for making the banner. NOW LEAVE.
Sexy: This picture from the family pig roast I wrote about a few weeks ago:
That pig was a gentleman. Very respectful.
Unsexy: Singing my vlog opening to me. Yeah, I know. This is Hayley's Vlog. I get it. Let's move on with our lives, PJ.
Chipotle burritos this year: 35
Bagel Street visits this school year: 4
Subscribers: 21,499
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3
30 comments:
HAYLEY! THE BURRITO COUNT IS WRONG!
Glad to hear the pig was gentlemanly and did not give you the swine flu or anything....
I don't know how this could be, what with your burrito count always on the rise, but in that picture, it looks like you lost weight.
I'm both flattered and insulted and I wonder how on earth this could be.
This may sound very strange to you, but I always was picturing PJ as a girl. Actually, I really liked "Girl-PJ," she sounded really great.
I just want to tell you I'm a little disappointed.
Maybe I'll like him if you write a whole blog entry dedicated to him...or better yet, he should be a guest writer.
Just trying to spice things up around here.
P.S. I said you were one of my favorite authors/someone who inspires me to write in my NaNoWriMo profile. I mean it :).
There will be no need for flaming pitchforks, we enjoy your writing no matter how pointless you believe it to be.
The layout, also, puts other splendiferously lovely things to shame. Kudos to PJ!
Lovely layout!
Do you think that pig was cooked enough? Personally, I think you could have achieved a couple of shades blacker.
:P
So I guess if I ever meet you, singing your intro to you wouldn't be a good idea? Shoot, I was so sure I was the only person to have ever thought of it too. I had this big plan laid out where you thought it was so clever and funny and we lived happily ever after...sigh.
Oh, and I think for tomorrow's blog you should post the paper you wrote for class. As a reader of blogs, I'm interested to hear how you think about it from the other end of things.
I wasn't sure about the new layout. Being male and all...it's hard for me to appreciate when things I like become extremely pink, I guess. But then I took a closer look at the banner. My interpretation is that the flamingo used the wand and said, "Accio squirtle!" 'Cuz the cloud on the other side looks like a squirtle. ...yeah. I wonder if that was intentional. Big ups to PJ regardless.
Regarding the uncomforatable with pinkness thing...it's the same as how I feel checking out Maureen Johnson books from the library hahaha. Or when I attempted to read Sloppy Firsts on an airplane, and my brother kept glancing at it, so I was trying to hide it, and he was like "You're really embarrassed of that gossip girl book, aren't you?"
O, the trials and tribulations of a suprisingly effeminate heterosexual brutish eighteen year old male. /endrant.
Is it wierd that i read the word "content" as "con-TENT" instead of "CON-tent"? Does that say something about me? Does that say something about you? Does that say something about how I percieve you?
Are any bloggers really professionals? I guess it depends on your definition of a professional. But Kristina Horner, professional blogger, seems to be taking it a little to far. JK
Reading your previous entry on the blog, you said the main character in your NaNoWriMo novel is called Gina. In the Brazilian Portuguese version of the Harry Potter books, "Ginny" was translated as "Gina". I know this was very random, but I thought it was interesting to point it out! :)
I don't think you can really blame PJ for singing the intro to your vlog ... it's catchy!
I thought PJ was a girl too actually.
Oh well..
I don't really like the new layout, i mean, i like the desing just not the colours, too bright too pink.
I honestly opened this up and was like "Did I click the wrong link? I don't recognize this layout." It's fantastic. I like your references to Kristina and Alan. I often refer to Blog Goddess Halley G Hoover when I want to tell people what's what.
Hey, what's PJ looking at with that smile on his face in the beginning of the vid?
Just gotta make sure the rest of us still have a chance, you other guys can just thank me here instead of going to PJ's website.
HA, hi ya Hayley
What's up with the shortness and Ihavenothingtowrite-ness in the latest posts? And I'm not diggin the layout. And I sound like a whiny.
I'm sorry;P
I love your and Kristina's blogs, so it is very confusing to me that you both have friends named PJ. In my head, this is one person who does a lot of commuting. Just so you know.
Mommy, when I grow up, I want to be like hayleyghoover.
You should make that wagon wheel in the background into a coffee table like on When Harry Met Sally.
Oh, you don't remember that part?
Watch the movie.
False PamB: that is not a wagon wheel, it is a turning device used on bear-wagons.
Are we going to have a debate about this?
Conference Room!
(no that wasn't a scene from the show, i'm just extremely bored)
I don't expect much from a blog other than that it lets me know the writer a little bit better, and will hopefully be entertaining at least in spurts. So yours is a roaring success Hayley. The new layout is fine, easy to read which is the main requirement for me. I have decided to bet on Kristina winning the chipotle war. Don't hate me.
I like the layout. And I hate pink with a passion, so that is saying something.
So, this may sound really fangirly and stalkery and I'm sorry if it's something you don't want to hear... but... I can see you and PJ together. It would be cute. :)
And I agree with the person that said it's confusing to read your and Kristinas blog sometimes because you both have friends named PJ. In my mind, Kristina's PJ is sometimes a presence on skype.
Shat Hayley, that pig is scary. And I'm not even a vegetarian. Anywaysies..um..Hi! <3
Pig Roast? Really now?
Regarding the new layout: Upon putting a frilly pink visage on such a great website, it has immediately become one of my guilty pleasures. Like my copy of 13 Little Blue Envelopes, which I ended up giving away because I didn't want the girly cover marring my nice, intellectual looking bookshelf. Or like when I have to enter the brightly decorated teen corner of the library, which consists of more of these stereotypical book covers: brightly colored background, prominent loopy font, and a 26 year old catalog model obscured by glitter and lipgloss, or being picture-decapitated, posing as a high school student. That was most certainly a travesty of a run on sentence but I think it got the point across. The old format was definitely my style.
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