Honestly, I don’t know what to say here. I think (unfortunately for you) I am a pretty average 17-year-old in just about every way. I was born on July 23, 2002, in Philly. The only thing interesting about my birth is that I was supposed to be named Charlie after my dad, Charles, but he did not like that. So I am not Charlie, I am just Haley. 

 

I have lived in three states. New Jersey, Indiana, and Illinois. I have lived in Illinois the longest, but I prefer New Jersey because that is where my family is. I feel like in Naperville, Illinois, everyone is in competition constantly, worried about who has what, who wants what, who will win what. That’s why I like New Jersey more. Here I have to be primed, poised and put together. There, I am just Haley.

 

Disclaimer: I do not want to sound pessimistic or broody or ‘edgy.’ BUT if I can get points for a class by going on a mini-rant as I try to figure my life out, you BEST believe I’m going to multi-task.

 

Back to fun facts so I can sell you on this blog.

 

I play golf, I have a puppy, I hate math, I think I am allergic to pineapple, I am a middle child, I ADORE clothes.

 

The middle child thing is new (and for the sake of this blog, I hope interesting) my family as of last year includes two foster-fails (do not be fooled, foster-fail just means adoption). So, I went from being the baby to babysitting on Friday nights. 

I have a lot of clothes, not because I am super girly or preppy, I just love how changing from a leather jacket to a light pink ruffled sweater to an oversized t-shirt can change the perception the world has of a person in an instant–

 

I think that’s it.

Perception.

 

The words I write on this site will probably change the perception people have of me.

 

I’m not trying to be artsy or dramatic. Just honest. I know I can be fake, and bitchy, and annoying, and snotty, and domineering, and rude. 

 

But I hope that you will see that I can be funny, and sweet, and nice, and humble, and cry about nothing for hours on end.

 

I hope that you can see that somehow it can all co-exist. I can listen to Lana Del Rey and Beyonce and Migos. I can go to Menards in 4-inch heels and over-sized sunglasses to pick out some 4x4s to build a bookshelf. I can bake a pie while using language that would make a sailor blush. 

 

But I think I am saying too much. This is just supposed to introduce my page and help you get to know me.

 

I’m just Haley.