When one returns from a blogging hiatus, it is customary to devote the introductory section to making excuses for the absence. Therefore...
Reasons Hayley Didn't Blog in May:
1. She was being mauled by rabid zoo animals.
2. She hates you.
3. She is an idiot who thought it'd be a good idea to take classes far beyond her ability, and spent the majority of the month writing papers, studying piles of books, and repeatedly slamming her head into the concrete wall next to her bed.
And one of those is even true!
Anyway, like, hi. I'm sorry for frustrating some people; I hate not having time to write, and I miss you guys when I don't get to connect with you every day. School is just immensely more demanding this quarter than I was prepared for, I've had a couple family issues I've had to deal with, and the wounds from all my zebra attacks require constant care. But regardless, I am here. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY WEEKEND.
For the past twenty-five years, The Situation's parents have hosted a three-day party over Memorial Day weekend for their college friends and their families, and I got invited this year because my life is amazing. Basically, it was one very long food-and-conversation fest, during which I got to pretend it was summer vacation and relax with some incredibly lovely people. I finally met The Situation's brother (with whom I had a refreshingly intelligent rapport about Harry Potter), bonded more with his ridiculously sweet, funny and adorable mother, and hung out a bit with various relatives and family friends. Despite not really knowing anyone prior to Friday, I never went more than a minute feeling awkward or out of the loop-- everyone was inviting and pleasant, and either his mother or awesome little sister were always around to bring me into conversations. Not counting the few awkward pauses following questions like, "So what is it that you DO on youtube, Hayley?" the whole weekend was very laid-back, very comfortable, and fell on the very opposite end of the stress spectrum from this week back at school.
Sigh. And, on top of all the projects and tests and failing I have to accomplish before next week, Mike begins his summer tour tomorrow in Indianapolis, and I am irrationally worried about it all. What if he gets a flat tire or something? (He'll deal with it.) What if he runs out of gas? (He never lets his car get under a quarter tank.) What if he gets a speeding ticket? (He drives like an old man.) What if nobody goes to any of the shows? (They will.) What if he gets attacked by a mob of escaped exotic animals? (Well, at least you'll have something else in common.) What if I'm being silly and overly protective and need to calm the hell down!?
I don't know, guys. I'm sorry to keep silent for a whole month, then come back and yell about stupid stresses and try to make a recurring bit out of something that doesn't even make sense*. How are you doing? What have I missed since the last time we "talked?" I have to go back to facing my school life, unfortunately, but I hope to write again much sooner. Probably. Maybe. I hope. Yes.
Chipotle burritos this year: 18
Nail color: L'Oreal "Mango Mango" with Cover Girl "Ruby Dust" on top
*Why, exactly, is that unseatbelted child in such close proximity to a zebra?
P.S. Happy birthday to my beautiful, talented and fantastic friend, Lauren Fairweather. I love you!