I FIGURED IT OUT.

I now am the proud owner of the Blogger iPhone App which means I am capable of blogging. From my phone. Y'all. I just lost any free time I had in Art to my blogging addiction. I shall blog more on the road, I just thought I'd let you know I'm gonna be posting A LOT more. And now I'm going to be putting pictures up regularly. Y'all enjoy!

Does anyone know how to hack an email account?

So I want to blog whilst I'm traveling to the far off land of Batesville Mississippi, but I dont know my email password and that is kind of a key thing to know when trying to log on to it. But I will find a way mark my words and I will update you on my travels. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

...And from the Candle of truth and Knowledge...

I'm back my loyal readers! all 5 of you! I knew y'all would be all concerned like, "oh my goodness she hasnt posted today. She must have gotten hit in the head again and is stuck in a coma." But worry not. I was simply studying my butt off to ace a history test and to probably b-eing an English test. But it is alllll good now. By now you're probably wondering about the odd, yet witty title of this post. I shall explain it. Today my friends, was the best day of my life. just kidding. I was just inducted into National Honor Society.( no big deal) They do this long light a candle tell what it represents blah dididi blah. Eventually my besty Libby-wibby walks up the bleachers all slow like, for the needed dramatic effect (really to not extinguish the candle she was about to give me) and handed the highly symbolic candle to me, smiling. And then by the grace of God I was able to walk down the bleachers to my seat without letting my candle's  flame from going out or not letting my lovely RO polo to go ablaze. That would be far more exciting to blog about I guess...not worth it. That was a 45 minute ceremony my loving parents patiently endured through. Then, of course, the best and only reason I get into National Honor Society, is a feast fit for the gods of olympus in our tiny Library. I had cookies, fudge, a subway sandwich, a doughnut, a delicious little bite of cake and basically every unhealthy thing you could think of. It was delightful. I get home from cheer thinking I can relax, blog, watch some Fringe and maybe just maybe take a nap. LOL. NO. I get into my room and it looks like Hurricane Sandy took a tour of my room. I spend an hour and a half cleaning and fretting about a stupid tshirt for the peprally until I realize it is in the Locker room. Sometimes I surprise even myself. My dreams of a relaxing thursday go poof before my eyes. And then 6:30 rolls around and I go babysitting for the Tufts. The most adorable family I've ever had the pleasure of babysitting for in case you read this Helen. Dixon, Cutler and Cyrus. all under 6, all adorable. Cyrus, the youngest, justa little tyke, is as destructive as a pitbull with red bull(quote given by my pal Lib-dawg). He destroyed his mother's hairdryer by ripping the wires to give you an example of his havoc he wreaks daily. He has the strength of an oxen, no joke. I turn around to put away the shampoo he was trying to consume and then BAM! crack-smash-scream, I turn around and he just broke a giant glass cup. Then his older brother Cutler starts to sing me a song on how he prefers to sleep in the nude. "I like to sleep naked oh oh oh. I like to sleep naked oh oh." I eventually persuade him to the belief pajamas are a better idea. thank goodness. Or else his mom would have never hired me again. Now Libby is at me casa, getting a beauty sleep for the peprally tomorrow watching Friends and Ellen, our usual bonding activities. I apologize for the long post, it's just I had SUCH an interesting day. mwah. night.

my goodnight and goodbye to my dreams of a Mormon president.

We need a celebrity, Like on a Taylor Swift sized scale. This celebrity would be used for the sole purpose of showing conservatism(i guess that's a word?) in an extremely liberal setting. That's my opinion anyway. My dreams of having a mormon president have been crushed due to this awful thing that has come to my knowledge. Obama. Has. Won. The thoughts running through Romney's head right now are probably along these lines, "WHY WHY WHY?!?! I SPEND A CHUNK OF MY LIFE AND A SMALL FORTUNE ON THIS, AND THIS HAPPENS? NO." I'd be thinking that if I were him. My twitter timeline blew up tonight let me tell you. Every second it updated, a new person's rant with a new quip about Obama. At least at the next election I'll be able to vote... my opinion means nothing in the present. But thanks for reading it anyways!!!! Buenos Noches.

My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Remember in my last post how I said Chemistry is the death of me? Well the rant for that begins 3,2,1...

Ok so my Chemistry teacher is this squishy, greyed, cat sweater wearing old lady named Doctor Feldhaus... A name like that is meant to give you shivers. The woman is senile I swear. "Oh did I give you that worksheet? my bad, I meant to give that to the Chemistry II class." She does this almost weekly. She believes everyone is a chemistry prodigy, just picking up on chemistry as if we were born with the knowledge to find an empirical formula with no explanation. She gave us this test on friday that everyone bombed. (that is of course excluding the few geniuses in the class). I FAILED IT. Now if you know me, you know Haley just does NOT fail things. But I got my paper in disbelief, staring blankly at the grade not comprehending the situation. My brain tried to reject the obviously impossible thing that was happening. My first grade for the 9 weeks in that class. An F. That combined with my not so hot grade I feel I got on my Spanish quiz sent me on a downward spiral. I was in a daze until the bell rang for lunch. Then to make my day even better, Coach Hannah insisted I was not signed up for lunch, which was a lie, cause I never skip Fried Chicken Day. Ever. So I walk into my Mom's classroom and just start unloading my grief on her. I didn't even care there were a couple of her students in the room when I had this mini-meltdown. She then proceeded to give me a comforting hug, get my lunch and deliver it to me. I ate everything on my plate. Even the stuff I didn't like. It was an "eat your feelings" kind of lunch. After 6th hour I went to cheer, got kicked in the head a few times, got a cut from a fingernail on my face and then went home to vent about my day. Thank goodness for this blog. I also would like to apologize for my long depressing rant... But my day wasn't completely grey. My friend gave me a Delta Sky magazine with Taylor Swift on it, I turned in my HOBY essay(one of the finest works I've ever done might I add) and tonight we celebrate Jim's 53 birthday at Popeyes! I also applaud any of my readers that went and voted for Romney. I would have if it were legal for me to. And lastly the best part of my day was that all my friends gave me a nice big hug to cheer me up because they knew I was sad. That is possibly the best thing they could have done for me besides make me a chocolate pie.

my life in a nutshell

Well since you and I are going to become besties through this blog, it's best if I tell you a little sumtin' sumtin' about myself. I know I gave you the basics in my first post, but that is not even scratching the surface on my interesting-ness. The first things are basically known facts. Haley Anna Morris. Blue eyed blond-ish haired beauty. Lives in Monroe Louisiana. Little sister to 2 brothers and a sister.(shout out to Christopher, William, their adorable spouses and Averi) Cheerleader and a proud honor student, well at least for now. Chemistry will be the death of me. But don't worry, I'll have a post all about the worst 51 minutes of my day sometime soon. Daughter to the lovely Jim and Patti Morris. One thing you will learn about me very very very quickly is I watch a lot of TV. Like a lot a lot. Netflix, Hulu plus, Amazon prime you name it, I have an account. And I will have a plethora of posts about my faves in the future. Not going to lie, I could write all these posts tonight, but then I'd have exhausted all my fallback material for when nothing interesting happens to me. Hmmmmm... I like cats and I beg my parents for a puppy everyday to no avail. I am unorganized 97% of the time, and the other 3% is only cause the maid cleaned my room that day. Oh I have a good fact. I'm a mormon! but everyone reading this knew this all ready. Oh well. Romney Ryan 2012 whoop whoop! And lastly besties with Sweet Caroline at tannehilltales.blogspot.com check her out. cutest name ever, cause I came up with it.

well Hello there!!

Welcome to the Morris Memories( or memos, I am still undecided...)!! My name is Haley Morris, I am 15, live in Louisiana, youngest and prettiest of four, and I am sure if you are reading this it means you know me so I wont go into too many details of my life, as you all ready know them. This blog will highlight the hilarity in my otherwise mundane life. I hope you enjoy my posts and I apologize in advance because I can see many many many posts being about my taylor swift obsession or my Netflix addiction. Thanks for reading!! MWAH.(thats a kiss noise in case you were a little confused) also, do NOT feel the need to click the About Me button, as I had no clue what to do when I made it and the pictures are quite atrocious. thanks!