The Art of Not Doing What You Are Meant to Doing

Ok, so we have all been there and done that. Assignments, paperwork and the big one, CLEANING.

So my room always looks like a bomb has hit it. But that is all about to change. I have made a small dint in what was the biggest mess that I have ever seen. And when I mean a small dint I mean I still can not see my floor. But I have worked up the motivaton to actually finish my room after I write this.
It is sad that I am getting upset about getting rid of clothes that I dont even remember I brought, things that still have tags on them. My life consists of buying meaningless stuff that will never get used, and it is time to get rid of it and move on.

*Back from more cleaning*

Ok, so now I can see most of my floor, but I have only done half of my room, still under the bed to think about. But it is a big accomplishment from what it once was. How is it that someone like me can have so much stuff in one little room, desk top computer, 2 televisions, a laptop, wall unit, double bed, bedsid table, and around that, mass amounts of clothes and rubish. Nothing is in place, just on the floor, or covering my bed. My clothes have been moved from 2 of the spare rooms into my room. Everybody that has seen my room wonders how I have not broken my neck, as I had to walk over everything to make it to my bed. But everything is about to change. I am taking pride in the stuff I own. I am not going to live like this anymore, it is embarrising.

So say hello to the new Hayley. The one that now appreciates the stuff that she has. The girl that takes pride in the way she lives.

I think I may have grown up a little from this cleaning experience.

The Drama of Nothing to Wear.

Okay, so I have a problem, a very big problem. I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR.
So my sister just turned 30 right. And this is like the first event she has ever invited me to with her friends. It's meant to be "Birthday Drinks" or something. Well, I have thousands and thousands of dollars worth of clothes, but things simply dont fit, have gone out of fashion or simply do not appeal to me to wear. So what do I do, buy things that I will wear once or never actually wear and they will sit on my floor, or make do with what I have. None of the above actually appeals to me. And as I have no friends that are actually my size, I am forced to actually make do with one of the above options. I do not wish to sound like I am a spoilt brat, because in all seriousness I know that I am, but sometimes a girl just needs to have that perfect outfit for a night out.
I have come to decide that I may just go and buy a new outfit for this one night, and out of this one outfit, I am going to give back to those that are not able to afford the type of clothing I have grown up to know. As a girl, a girl who openly accepts that she is a shopaholic and a self confessed clothes horder, this will be the hardest challenge I have yet accomplished, but it is one I am willing to take.

The First of Many

Okay, so I am taking my joy of creative writing and turning it into my life online.
Never really done anything like this before, I dont normally write about my self. But I have read my beautiful friend Kirsta's blogs, and alot of other peoples, and come to the conclusion that it is time for me to start up. Who knows, this could be the new "Gossip Girl" trend.

Who would have known, that growing up could be so exciting. I myself have always been terrified of growing old. I have no idea why, but the fear has always been there, instead of celerbrating my 18th birthday, I locked myself away and cried, not opening my gifts in front of anyone. Everybody told me that I should celerbraite my age, not really the right thing to tell someone who never wanted to get older then 18. But once I turned 18 i knew that I was going to grow old. It has been almost 2 years since I turned 18. And as I egarly await my 20th birthday, I do not fear it. I am welcoming it, I have started my life new. This year is going to be the year of firsts, the first of many.