Stars and Wishes

I saw a shooting star last night...

I wished for nothing, because I didn't want to tell that star my single wish. I can't exactly elaborate on this one thing that I wish would come true, because then the entire world wide wed would be abe to know my heart.

It's strange how time has made me change, how time has made everyone change. When I was younger, I'd see stars drop in the sky and wish that my parents would buy me a horse. That seems irrelevant now. It seems funny to think that my wish could be so common and widely desired, now, when I am the least common person that I know.

I think that I'm too proud for this wish...

new facebook application...

So the prompt was: create a new facebook application. What I will blog about: how I, apparently, got mentally slower over the summer. I took the SATs and scored a 1900 in May of 2009. The beginning of this month I took the SATs again... I scored a 1650. Oh, that is so average. I am so not average. Hmph. I guess, I should've tried much harder than I did. I guess, I should've not had a million things to worry about on test day. But, hey, it happens. My first score was great, hopefully good enough to get into Dartmouth.

Hum-drum uniquity

I hate it when new things, that were once wonderful and fresh, get old. I don't mean old in the sense that they're putting on years. I mean that they aren't new anymore, they are just things that I've seen and gotten used to. Like, my shoes, and my new hat, and my car, and my hoodie... it all gets old. Is it just the imprints of American society on my brain that makes me need to have changes and new things all the time? Or is it just my very short attention span that makes new things get old very, very fast? I don't like it though. It makes me feel spoiled and selfish. If I continually collect "new" things then where will I store all of the things that got old?

Understated

I think I finally know why I can't sleep at night: I hate sleeping alone. Okay, don't take that the wrong way, just let me elaborate. I slept with my dog every night for four years, it's hard to get used to sleeping alone when you've had someone on the other side of your bed. It's hard to get used to not being able to bury your face into a soft, furry neck when you woke up from a nightmare. It's hard to lay in bed, hugging a cold pillow instead of a warm pumpkin-pie colored body. I guess, I can't do it. I can't adjust to sleeping alone...

Funny how life just happens

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and the phone ringing. I was a little dazed... my alarm clock doesn't normally sound like the phone. Then I realized that it MUST be my sister. My mom answered the phone. My sister went into labor at 7:00 this morning. My neice, the new baby's sister, Ruby, is so excited! She was holding her mommy's hand in the car on the way to the hospital telling her, it'll be okay, Mommy. We aren't sure if it will be a boy or a girl (I'm hoping boy), so I can't wait to find out! =]

When The World Ends

Using only song titles from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title.

Your Artist: Dave Matthews Band

Are you male or female: Repunzel

Describe yourself: So Much to Say

How do you feel about yourself: Grace is Gone

Describe where you currently live: Grey Street

The first thing you think of when you wake up: Ain't it Funny How Time Slips Away

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: One Sweet World

Your favorite form of transportation: Loving Wings

Your best friend is: The Idea of You

Your favorite color is: Grey Blue Eyes

What's the weather like: Rain

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: You Never Know

What is life to you: Funny The Way it Is

What is the best advice you have to give: Don't Drink The Water

If you could change your name, what would it be: Baby

Your favorite food is: Alligator Pie

How I would like to die: Lying in the Hands of God

My soul's present condition: Crazy

The faults I can bear: Let You Down

How would you describe your love life: Drive in, Drive out

What are you going to post this as: When the World Ends

idk

I'm not sure if I have anything to write about today. I have a theory as to why I'm always late for the first class in the morning. It is because I don't fall asleep until like 5 in the morning, and I have to wake up at 6:30... an hour and a half of sleep just isn't enough, so I hit the snooze button way too many times, that is, if I even wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. Now I have to do college applications, yay. I'd much rather be sleeping -_- z z Z Z

my strange morning metaphor.

Well... I guess, sometimes, discovering that you have feelings for someone is like finding the perfect pair of jeans. You try a nice looking pair of dark blue jeans on, awesome designs on the back pockets included. They fit perfect, they make you feel absolutely great. They accentuate curves, the pant legs don't need to be rolled. They are perfect. But when you look at the price tag you see $200 in fine black type. And, realizing that you're in high school and your mom will never pay $200 for a pair of jeans, you put them back on the rack. I guess, I could work extra, or wait a while... but, who wants to wait when you have perfection in your grasp. Some things just aren't meant to be, I guess.

my weekend...

My weekend was actually awesome. I got all of the multiple choice questions right on my online exam. Work was exciting! We had like 4 chaotic situations. I worked with the new guy, who I thought was going to be really mean (because EVERYONE pulled a crazy prank on me), but, he turned out really nice. My mom made pumpkin soup (YUM!). The last time I had it was in Baltimore, MD. I stayed home all weekend (except work). I went running, ate awesome food, and got a new hat. It was a good weekend! =]

On finding fear...

In my mind, fear is tactile. It hides in the deepest corners, whispering voiceless mutters that echo endlessly in my mind. It is alive, touching memories with cool fingers, like icy tree branches scratch across faces. I lose sight of it sometimes, but find it lurking behind membranes, poking tissues and nerves, and when I see it, I remember. I suppose, fear is just a part of me, like my heart, or my tongue. It is necessary, fear is what drives me, fear is what holds me back, fear makes me Hannah. Like my heart, pounding out it's purpose in my chest, fear screams and shouts until it's noticed. Some may say that fear is the enemy, but it's close, as close as skin. Fear is a part of us, we just need to know how to use it.

MAINE AUTUMN!!!

Okay... so, maybe none of you who follow my blog have been anticipating the post where I show you pictures of Maine autumn, but if you are, this is the one. I spent the day with my cousin, whom I hadn't spent time with in way too long. The air was cool and fresh, like mint ice cream. I didn't expect that day to be so awesome, but it was. I didn't have any homework to stress about. I spent most of the day outdoors, and then made cookies. Isn't it wonderful when all of your stresses just disappear for a little while?

Have you ever found...?

So I went to a Chinese restaurant on Sunday, the food was great. But, when I opened my fortune cookie... this is what it said: Force equals too much effort equals too little being equals enough. Does anyone have any insight at all to the meaning of this? I'm so confused by it.

Ohhh

Today was a good day...
That's all I have to say. x]

Autumn

So I'm going to take fall pictures today and monday... This weekend is going to be so busy. I don't have anything planned Monday, so I'm really looking forward to that.

When to take fall pictures...

One day very soon I am going to drive up my road and take some magnificent pictures of Autumn in Maine. I'll be sure to post them, but I'm just trying to decide the best day to actually take the pictures. It seems like I always wait just a little too long, hoping the leaves will just get a bit more red... and then I wind up taking pictures of a brown world, full of dead leaves clinging to their mother's branches for dear life. I will probably take pictures on Monday, since we don't have school.

"You cannot afford to wait for perfect conditions. Goal setting is often a matter of balancing timing against available resources. Opportunities are easily lost while waiting for perfect conditions." --Gary Ryan Blair

Today is Wednesday... I want to not have to go home tonight. I want to stand outside in the rain for no reason at all. I want the rain to make my skin so cold it hurts to touch anything. I want feel fine, for real, and not just have to say it when people ask "how are you?". I want people to understand that just because my opinion is different than theirs it doesn't mean I hate them. Just because people may fear confrontation and don't like being disagreed with, doesn't mean they have to hate me for voicing my opinion. =\ rough week so far...

blog about...

Ahhh hemmm... I don't know what to blog about today. David Letterman is married and he admitted to having sex with women that worked on his show in national TV. I don't know how I feel about it. Good for him that he admitted to it instead of being coerced. But, his poor wife. =\

random pretty thoughts...

Like snow lightly touches eyelashes on crisp January mornings,
you touch my heart.
Gently, slowly, playing my heartstrings
like fingers on a harp.


I wonder...
do thoughts of me dance through your mind
like a lilting lullaby?
Or is it only I
who finds myself swaying to the rhapsody
you conduct in my brain.

Fearing your eyes
will burn through me if I look too long.
I close my eyes
and drift away in your music...


This is just one of those random -quickly-crossed-my-mind type poems. I don't really like it, it doesn't make sense, and it's not dedicated to anyone. Just pretty words, fitted together to make a piece of music; I guess that's all poetry is... right?

Criminal Candy Eaters!!

So a study on some morning news show revealed that children who eat more candy as a child are more likely to be criminals. I think that inattentive parents who neglect their children are the ones who give their kids candy more often. So the study should actually be "Are children who's parents don't love them enough to feed them real food more likely to become criminals?". The Answer to that is obvious...YES!.

My Dream Car

Let me introduce all of you to the Aston Martin DBS. Stock, straight off the market, it is $250,000. When I was an aspiring lawyer I was convinced that I would be driving this car around Hartford, turning heads, and talking to people on my bluetooth touchpad. But now, it seems less important, since I don't plan on having a stable home. It's still a beautiful car though. I would love to own one. x]

college... again

I'm not going to lie. It will be a nice change to not be bothered every morning about being late, or having all my stuff for school. It will be nice to feel like an adult. But, I DON'T want to live in the dorms. Everyone that I've talked to about it says that the dorms are great. They would help me meet people. I would be fine though. I'm great at meeting people in all sorts of settings, so if I do a lot of extracurricular stuff I'll be fine. I'll also have an apartment all to myself and have my own bathroom. I'd have a quiet space to study, but I'd hopefully make some friends in the dorms so I can go to some of the parties....