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[Feb. 27th, 2007|02:15 pm] |
Um....havent updated in close to a year. I'm really only on her to post on the EGL community anyway.
To those who care, I shaved my head.
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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[Apr. 26th, 2006|08:39 pm] |
Updating just to update.
Visit my sweet new site at hayleyjane.com.
fairimaiden made it for me, AKA Zoe.
Lovin life.
Lovin Centre.
Lovin the boy.
Need to make many things.
Love, HJ |
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| St. Paddy's Day Faerie!!! |
[Mar. 9th, 2006|08:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  faithful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Forever and Ever- David Crowder | ] |
That's the St. Paddys' Day Faerie.
Do I need a wand?
I'm sad you can't see my chucks and my emerald green tights in that photo. Or my one arm.
And what say we for jewelry? Some kind fo neck thing of same sort?
Vambraces for the wrists, maybe?
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| Wants, needs, loves. |
[Mar. 2nd, 2006|11:36 pm] |
I want a good corset.
I love Zac.
I need a brownie.
That is all.
Fuck you all,
Hayley Jane |
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| Fornication Under Consent of the King |
[Feb. 21st, 2006|08:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ill | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Beautiful Dead -- Hayley Jane | ] |
Yeah, anyway.
My life rules, minus illness which no one can figure out.
Listen to the tracks on myspace. http://www.myspace.com/hayleyjane
Damn straight, I am the effing cool.
Fornication Under Consent of the King
FUCK
Fuck you all,
Hayley Jane |
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| Don't try to break me, I'm already breaking... |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|03:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | ill | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Zac Anger and the Heretics"- new album from TLP | ] |
Yeah, so, an illness has developed in my body/mind/whate'er. It makes me dizzy, unable to stand, weak, hurt all over, cry about it, unable to eat, and various other things. Anyone know wtf this is? Because, I'd like to be fixed. Is it just very physical depression? Who knows?
Yeah...this sucks. I hope I can make it to auditions Saturday, and Zac's Sunday. Grr, argh. Important things are always invaded by illness!
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| I am musically fickle. |
[Feb. 13th, 2006|01:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Beautiful Dead -- Hayley Jane | ] |
Well, the Xanga voting went well, and now the thirteen tracks for the new album (no longer named "Collect All 8!") are decided. Recording hopefully starts Sunday, provided I can get over to Zac's and we don't get completely distracted by being around each other. If it does get done, I'm hoping to record "Beautiful Dead" and "Also Available in Punk!".
The new album title is a secret.
SECRET.
Tracks will be put up on MySpace ASAP, kids.
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| Wicked! |
[Feb. 8th, 2006|06:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | pretty freaking happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | new album stuff....Collect All 8! | ] |
SWEET PICTURES TODAY!!!!
First "photo shoot" for the album cover, my photographer is AMAZING.
and...I love Zac.
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| I LOVE LIFE, a little. |
[Feb. 3rd, 2006|02:57 pm] |
So, here's the deal.
you know that Zac kid?
YEAH, he's going to try out as an independent act for the Faire.
(I KNOW, isn't that fabulous???)
SO...if he gets in, I'll see him every weekend!
YAY!
YAAAAAAY!
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| Yeah....I have an amazing life because of him. |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|11:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Happiest girl alive! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wicked Original Broadway Cast Recording | ] |
Sometimes, it comes crashing down on me how much I love him. Really. Like..w-hoa. What was that? Oh, right, my undying love for him. I am so incredibly happy with him and incredibly lucky to have him and just...it makes me life so much better to have him in it. It seems like we've always been together, like we always have been a part of each other. But we haven't. Only two months! What is that? I mean, we just found each other, and already we're dedicating our lives to one another. I love it. Here we are, 15, 16, we're just kids, and we found each other and it's perfect. I love him. HE LOVES ME! God, that's the best part!
In other news...I have a four octave voice range! WHAT IS THAT? Insane, right? Yeah, I'm too cool.
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| RECORD!!! |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|12:31 pm] |
Yeah, so, I'm going to start recording soon. At the Zac's. Because....yeah. I'd feel vaguely uncomfortable singing my new stuff in a studio. I need someone who understnad what I'm trying to accomplish, and who better than my beautifuckable boytoy, Zacary Erik Unger?
My nails are breaking left and right, but I do have a bajillion songs to record.
WYRD.
Love,
the notorious HJ |
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| Burn, Baby, Burn |
[Jan. 11th, 2006|09:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  SCHOOL!!! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Any clip off Emilie Autumn's MySpace | ] |
New song.
Burn, Baby, Burn
Rain drips into the street,
With this stupid expectancy
Of me
To do something about
Being without
You
It pains, not to be near
Someone I hold so dear
Right?
Wrong. I’m not that kind
Of girl who put things in her mind
And holds them
Waiting for you to let go
To say you love me so
Which you do.
But that’s not enough for me
I can’t describe it, unfortunately,
Any other way.
I’m only with you because I can’t stand to be without you
I only talk to you so I can know everything about you
You’re my emotional oxygen
My hopeless innocent
Burn, baby, burn with me
So I’m not by your side
I won’t try to hide
This thing
This feeling that consumes me
The passion that confuses me
What is it?
Could you please explain?
This fiery, lovely pain?
Is it love?
Was I wrong so many times before
When I was to desperately sure
That it was warm.
It was happy, kittens in the snow
The feeling that now I know
Is not that.
It’s not all rainbows and kissing
It’s the wanting and missing
That makes it real.
I’m only with you because I can’t stand to be without you
I only talk to you so I can know everything about you
You’re my emotional oxygen
My hopeless innocent
Burn, baby, burn with me
You already knew this,
That with one stupid kiss
You make me melt
Into a puddle of things I’ve felt.
You know I love it when you call my love.
You know more about than things I know of.
You read me like a book
And every time I look
At you, you’re looking
At me.
I’m only with you because I can’t stand to be without you
I only talk to you so I can know everything about you
You’re my emotional oxygen
My hopeless innocent
Burn, baby, burn with me
Burn, baby, burn with me.
Join the fire revelry.
Burn, baby, burn with me.
Yeah, almost no rhythmic pattern in the verses. Which is incredibly odd for me. I mean, I'm Hayley Jane, queen of rhythm.
By the way, I finally admitted that I'm good at acting. Because I am. And I'm proud of myself.
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| Minutes. I actually wrote a piano part for a song! |
[Jan. 5th, 2006|02:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | yay! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Minutes- Hayley Jane | ] |
Minutes
I’m not here to tell a story of a love and labor lost
I’m not here to pine for vengeance or complain about the cost
I’m not here to sing a sad song and to wish and wont for affection,
I’m not here to spin a tale about the infinite rejection.
No, I’m here for one reason and one reason only,
I’m here to tell you what it’s like to not be lonely.
Mere minutes that go by when I don't think of you
Feel like hours in my life with nothing else to do
The second turn to days
And the daylight turns to night
As the minutes go by
I’m not the kind of girl who just say things to hear them said
I’m not the one who’ll ask you to buy me roses coloured red
I’m not one to recite poetry to express my emotions true,
And I’m not the girl who says I love you just to say I love you
No, I’m the one who watches you to see
If you’re sitting there, seeing and watching me.
Mere minutes that go by when I don't think of you
Feel like hours in my life with nothing else to do
The second turn to days
And the daylight turns to night
As the minutes go by
So, hold me, to make a memory,
Tell me that I’m the one you see,
Kiss me to say you won’t let go
And then when I have to leave
I’ll know that you’re thinking of me
And then you’ll know
Mere minutes that go by when I don't think of you
Feel like hours in my life with nothing else to do
The second turn to days
And the daylight turns to night
As the minutes go by
Yeah, written for the piano, I like it alot. Written for guess who?
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| Squibbed like whoa. |
[Jan. 4th, 2006|08:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cryful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Popular- Wicked | ] |
Well, got Squibbed from Sorting Elite. Feel a bit bad, but not specifically. I'll get over it. Maybe I'll try again someday. Deleted my application, leaving the community, pretending I don't exist in the HP community. My application was too short. And I was arrogant. And other things.
I love Wicked.
Love,
Hayley Jane
P.S. ARM GUITAR
P.P.S. I love that Zac kid. |
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| Forever. |
[Jan. 3rd, 2006|09:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  wicked | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wicked Original Broadway Cast Recording | ] |
I had the most amazing weekend of my life.
I can't believe my luck.
Let's do forever.
Love,
Hayley Jane |
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| Every Day (A Song for Mama) |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|04:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | .....yay! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Every Day- Hayley Jane | ] |
Wrote a song for my mom for X-mas.
Every Day (A Song for Mama)
It was you who raised me to be who I am
You helped me through thick and through thin
It was you who changed me
‘Twas you who arranged me
Helping me be who I’ve been
You picked well your battles
You helped with your heart
You gave me my talent
You honored my art
So now I have one thing to say
You made every day a good day
So I sing
La de die da die
La de die da die
You helped me realize it’s okay to be different
In a world that’s always the same
So here I am growing
Becoming and sowing
My seed in a world of mundane.
You painted the picture
You threw the last stone
Because of you I know
I’m never alone
So now I have one thing to say
You made every day a good day
So I sing
La de die da die
La de die da die
You taught me of faeries
Of magic and light
You showed me the world
And taught me to love life
So now I have one thing to say
You made every day a good day
So I sing
La de die da die
La de die da die
La de die da die
So now I have one thing to say
You made every day a good day
Love, HJ |
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| Hayley Jane |
[Dec. 20th, 2005|10:09 pm] |
I speak in random dialects.
I wear faerie wings for no reason.
I love corsets.
I play a sparkly pink guitar.
I talk to everyone.
I'm Hayley Jane. |
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