Thinkin'

It's my last whole day of high school. That thought scares me... a lot. I don't know why. I'm excited to learn in college and maybe make a few friends, but I'm afraid that life will just get worse. It could, you know? And I'm so horribly sad about having to leave Embree. I'm afraid that it's going to kill me (over-dramatic?). Don't get me wrong, I'm SO happy that I got him, because he's now my best friend. I don't feel so friendless because of him. But, gosh, I'm going to miss him so much. Who knows, college might be a blast, but, then again, it might be awful. From what people have told me, it's awesome. I guess I'll have to see for myself. One thing that will dampen my spirit toward the whole thing is that I cannot bring Embree along.

He's going to the vet today... I have school so I can't bring him, but he'll be alright with my dad.

Prom

I know I've already blogged about prom. I'm just confused. It seems a bit odd to me that BOTH the king and queen ballots were ties. (Yeah, that's what the claim is.) There weren't THAT many people at prom. And gosh, that would be one hell of a coincidence.

I didn't think that people were going to get so angry about it. Apparently prom royalty is damn serious. Personally, I don't really care that much - sure, it's cool and all that I was voted prom queen (nice to know that people like me enough to vote for me). But, if I had known that people would get so pissy about it, then maybe they should've just given them the crowns. Well, now that I'm thinking about it... maybe that's why they didn't win. They weren't gracious enough? Oh, who gives a crap!

My arms got really tan at the softball game. I just thought I'd let all of you know.

Embree was insane last night. I think I got an hour of sleep...

taco salad

Prom was fun. It was Saturday night. I had to work on Sunday. Embree didn't sleep much last night (therefore, I didn't either). Today I feel like I got run over by a truck. I didn't get run over by anything, unless it was insomnia. Insomnia is not a truck, but it squishes my brain capacity like it has eighteen wheels. The title of this blog has absolutely nothing to do with the subject matter of this post. Yawn. That is all I've got though. So, it'll have to do. Peace.

Sleep

Good golly my collie is energized. He knows that his home is my home and is now like a small tornado whipping through the house. He jumps and barks and rolls around... and doesn't sleep well. I kicked him last night, not hard, but I felt bad. So, I pulled him up to the pillow and cuddled him. He felt better after that - so did I. He wakes me up at 6:10 every morning. Which is a fine time to wake up. Normally (pre-puppy) I wake up at 6:30 so, with the time it takes to take him out and play with him and feed him in the morning, 6:10 is about right. (Yawn). I miss him today. I hope my dad keeps a good eye on the little guy.

Bob Marley

So, a few days ago Bob Marley (the comedian) came to the High School. I went to see him. He was pretty funny, but, I will admit, I had better things to do. He made fun of a couple kids in the front row. I don't want to talk about him anymore...

I played piano this morning... and ended up being late for school. I may have figured out a melody for my lyrics. I may change the lyrics though. I don't know if the song fits the melody. It is beautiful though. Hopefully I can remember it until I can write it down. =]

Puppy

So, I promised I'd post photos of Embree. Gosh, he is a good dog! He sleeps with me, in my bed. This morning he woke me up at 1 AM wanting me to pick his stuffed orange turtle up off the floor. We call him (the turtle) Mr. Turtle. When I picked Mr. Turtle up, Embree curled up beside me and nibbled on Mr. Turtle's legs. He's a good puppy. Here's a photo of him...

cute huh?

Tomorrow

Today is an early release day. Tomorrow there is a doubleheader against vinalhaven, and then Embree can come home. Tomorrow night there's a coffeehouse whiere I'll be performing. It will be fun. I'm excited about tomorrow.

George Strait

I have a George Strait song stuck in my head. It's called 'gotta get to you'. And I only know a little bit of it. So, that little part just keeps playing over and over. And I know the guitar part. It's not a very good song. I think that is all I have to say. The blogs are just dull lately. I'm getting Embree on saturday and I'll take loads of photos and have cute little stories. But, for now, I'm just waiting for him to come home. I can't wait.

he's much more cute than that.

hmmm...

Not quite sure what to blog about today. My mom filled my water bottle too full... lame story. But, now, when I open it, it is going to spill all over me. At least she filled it for me. Water up here is the best. Gosh darn it... I have problems.

Living in the woods

I would definitely live in the woods without socialization if I could. I love the outdoors. Of course, I'd HAVE to have a dog, and a shower, and a piano, and a little cabin. But, I am not attatched strongly enough to human contact to need to be around people. As long as I had my dog, I would be great. I am so excited to bring Embree home. My softball coach just said I could bring him to practice.

Embree!

I'm getting a border collie puppy! My parents and I went to see the litter yesterday and the puppy that I've been looking at getting for weeks helped execute my plan perfectly. The litter was standing, waddling around and I knelt beside the pen and Embree walked up to me and stuck his nose between the bars. My dad picked him up an he kept looking at him. Embree tried to lick him. My dad said he was cute. When we got home, he said to give the owners a call, and it's a definite. I'm getting a puppy! I'm so excited. I'll post pictures as soon as he comes home.

Bird Lady

There is a bird lady. She has leopard spotted wings. She is very serious... about learning. She speaks about the brain like she wants to eat one - because she is the bird lady. I think she gets manicures for her talons. She peers over her glasses inquisitively. The bird lady talks... a lot.

April Vacation

My vacation was lovely. I spent a lot of time with a litter of border collies. They are adorable. I wrote a couple of songs and a poem or two. I got a nice tan. I added a couple more bars to my piano composition. Got to play a lot of piano. I slept a little bit. It was a nice vacation. My brothers came home and we went out to breakfast. I finished my AP Art History final (it took 7 hours)- so, that whole class is FINISHED! I didn't really hang out with anyone except my family and Kayla and Krysta. I made some money at work. And that really is about it. I guess that's all.

Apple Pie Cough Drops

I currently have an apple pie cough drop in my mouth. It is cinnimony, appley, and sort of icky. It is not apple pie, and doesn't really taste like apple pie. I haven't had apple pie since Christmas. I haven't had any baked goods since February. It's sad. I guess that's all I have to say. Sort of lame. I'll put up a picture.

Wordle

Hamlet soliloquy lines 395 - 406

Pet Peeve

My pet peeve is when someone is closed minded to the point where they don't even listen to what others have to say. It frustrates me. I start shaking and get really angry. I usually just walk away from them because there is nothing that I can call them that will make any impact... maybe a good slap in the face? I end up boiling in my anger for hours after the conversation. I also hate being tickled. I can't control the situation or my body and I end up kicking people.

I also don't like whiners like Julian. They bitch all the time about having pneumonia, yet they are still in school... completely illogical.

Holy Cow!

People say "Holy Hannah" which is cool. It makes me feel special. People also say "Holy Cow." So, if I were a cow named Hannah people could say "Holy Hannah the Cow." Although, cows are sometimes fat and lazy... okay, cows are always fat and lazy. I don't think I'd want to be a cow. Also, if I was a cow, I'd sleep and lumber around the fields. I wouldn't want to live in a stupid barn my whole life and stand in my own crap. If I did live in a crap-standing barn, I'd start a cow revolt! My cow friends and I would kick down walls and escape into the wild outdoors. Cows are... cool. Moo.

Ouch

So... one of my classmates/ teammates cut the tip of her finger off. She said it was just hanging there and SHE DIDN'T GO TO THE DOCTOR! Who doesn't go to the doctor after something like that happens? I would. I'd probably call 911 in a panic ha ha.

Actually... I'm pretty sick. I have a terrible cough but I'm not going to the doctor. I don't have time.

Squirrel

Francesca and Coco

Once upon a time a squirrel, named Francesca, bought a pony. She named the pony Coco, but he was too big for her to ride. Francesca would sit on Coco's back and kick him with her heels and say "Giddy-up," but Coco wouldn't budge. Francesca was just too small and weak for Coco to feel her kicks.

Francesca grabbed a twig and tried to slap Coco with it, but still, he could not feel it. Poor Francesca wanted so badly to ride her pony, but he was just too big. She decided to sell him after owning him for two weeks, but just before someone came to buy him she got an idea.

Coco loves carrots!, she thought to herself. So she tied a carrot to a string out in front of Coco's nose and he began walking! Francesca was so happy and she decided to keep Coco. They lived happily ever after.

The End

prom...

I would love to go to prom. I'm not sure who I'll go with, but if I don't have a date, I'm not going to go by myself. Prom is such an insignificant event in the big picture of things, but at this tiny little high school, it is like the end-all be-all. I don't feel like it's my job to ask someone to prom, I think that the guy should ask the girl. And... ugh, no wonder why no one's asked me; I am so selective and kind of cold-hearted. I don't mean to be, I just hate emotions. Emotions are icky, and I would rather be ruled by my brain but I can't ignore my feelings. Actually, I can, and do on most occasions, it's just the strong emotions that I hate. Now what the heck does any of that have to do with prom?

Friday-ness

I am sick. Happy Friday to me. I took NyQuil last night and it didn't work at all. I got about 2 hours of sleep. I feel like I'm going to melt into a little blob of nothingness. It's awful. I never get sick, and when I do I get all dramatic about it because I'm not used to it. I took Echinacea and an immunity boost and my daily vitamin. I drank Cranberry juice this morning, like it was going out of style. I'm going to be gone all day tomorrow so I want to be all better.

April Fool's Day

Today is April Fool's Day. I hate April Fool's Day. Today will be interesting, to say the least. I don't want to elaborate on this topic, but, I'm very excited for softball tonight. I have to run the mile today in gym... blah. I'm so sore from track. This is quite possibly the most boring blog post I've written so far. Sorry...

I'll put a picture on here to spice it up a bit.

Spoon

photo from: http://www.robcabre.com/visualizza.php

If I could have any kind of spoon I would have a sky spoon. With this awesome spoon I would be able to scoop up pieces of the sky. They would turn to solid form as soon as they touched the spoon. I would reach up and take pieces of the sky when it was all different colors. I could scoop up weather patterns and put each piece in a jar, so that I could look at them whenever I felt like it. I would hold every color in the jars. That is all... thanks for reading about my sky spoon.

water.

I like water. It is raining. Rain is water... so, I like rain. The noise of it on the tin roof of the school just mellows out the chaotic environment. The theater troupe at my school is having a pizza party today. I can't wait. I love pizza and I love the actors. =] It will be fun. And that is pretty much all that I have to say. Adios!

Can't Sleep

Sleeping is overrated. So, I just don't do it. This morning I woke up at 2, layed in bed until 4, and got up (drank tea) and walked around outside. It was nice. I took pictures of the fog, went inside, edited the pictures, and uploaded them on facebook... actually it was just one. Maybe I will get up instead of laying in bed from now on. I like not being drowned with thoughts. The fresh air helps me sift through them and clarify. It was a little bit cold though. Monday always makes me tired though. Yawn.

Here is the picture...

The Play

Drama Drama. Haha. I'm exited for the play, but I'm also a little anxious. Not everyone knew their lines perfectly last night, including me. I hope it falls together alright. I think it will. I am so tired though. I should not drink an entire bottle of water right before bed. I woke up in the middle of my REM cycle because I had to pee. And then I didn't fall asleep after that. YAWN.

Yawn...

I have 3 pages left to write of my research paper... yay? It will probably take about 3+ hours. Which really isn't that bad, I just have such a hard time focusing. Track is going to be starting on the 24th. Practice will be at 5:30 every day. And softball will be starting. It's going to be very busy these next couple months. That's okay though. I managed last year, I will be fine. But, last year I slept some. I don't really sleep anymore. I think I should start waking up at 5, just to get into the correct sleeping schedule. I'm sort of just blabbering on. I'll stop that. Sorry for boring you.

Freakin' time change!

I didn't sleep last night. I suppose I should be used to it, but this time change made it feel like I had to get up at like 3 am. Not impressed.

Late

I was late today, because I stayed up talking to a friend. Now, I'm super confused. I'm not confused because I'm tired, because I probably over think things. I've learned that I'm afraid of emotion. If I feel emotion toward something or someone I can't ignore it (or them). I hate not being able to avoid my problems, which is not a good habit... I know. Yawn. That's all folks.

Poetry Slam

I went to a poetry slam last night. IT WAS AWESOME! I love the poets there... they are very supportive (and they hug very well). I need to write more often but I can't seem to find the right words to accurately portray my inspiration. hummm.... I should try to write soon, I just get frustrated when I can't get it right.

Flying...

I've never dreamed that I was flying. I think it would be fun though...

I would fly over cities and oceans and not be afraid because I would be in control. (I'm afraid of flying in airplanes.) Maybe I'd grow wings, and soar around. Maybe I'd frighten people. But, sadly, I cannot say for sure, because I've never had a dream where I was flying.

Nicknames

Alright... (not to burst my own bubble) I am the Queen of Nicknames. I give all of my friends (and pets) nicknames. They just come to me. I don't think about them, they just pop into my head while I'm talking to the person (or pet). Usually, the people, are friends that I see a lot. Long story short, I don't receive many nicknames, because I give them. I do have a few though...

Hannah- Banana: the most common, the least thoughtful, and the oldest. All of my older cousins and siblings used to call me this.

Nanners: only one person calls me this. I have no idea where it came from. It is sort of new though.

H-Bomb: my work nickname.

Hanky: just another random one. The newest.

Heyna: the 2nd oldest. I think only three people still call me this. No idea where it came from...

There are several more embarrassing ones, but you don't need to hear about those. =]

Telepathy

I would love to be telepathic. I would like to know if I think like a normal person. People's brains fascinate me, so I'd really like to get behind their thought process. Oh I don't know. Maybe I wouldn't want to know how people thought of me. And psychotic brains would just be disturbing. But still... my curiosity makes me overlook the cons.

Evan Lysacek

Dear Evan Lysacek,

I would like to meet (and have coffee with) you. Your figure skating routines are enchanting and entertaining. You are tall, tan and very handsome (you also have cute freckles). I can ice skate a little bit, but it is difficult for me; your ice skating ability amazes me. I have only ice skated on a pond on my property... I've never even been to ice arena. Congratulations on winning the gold! I'm proud to say that you represented America, because you did it superbly. Continue being awesome! =]

Your fan,

Hannah

Go here to watch Evan's Olympic short skate

Walking...

I went for a long walk yesterday and took some awesome photos of trees and and the sun and the snow. It was the first time I'd been outside for a more than an hour in like three weeks. It was nice. The sunshine is a wonderful thing. I walked four miles, and now I'm kind of sore. I shouldn't be sore from walking... but, I can't do anything physical in the cold; it hurts my lungs. I think I'm out of shape. =[

One of the photos I took yesterday...

Levitation

I just saw someone almost-levitate. What happens is this: four people try to lift one person with four fingers each. It doesn't work. Then they all stack their hands on top of each others and push on the person's head. They count to nine, while pushing, and then quickly put their four fingers back into place (four fingers under each knee and under each arm). They then try to lift the person up, and it works! they lift them really high! It's crazy. I don't like it. It sort of freaked me out. I didn't participate, it seemed... unnatural.

What movie would I live in...

Normally, I would say the Lord of the Rings. But, I think I'd like to be one of the Na'vi. They are so in tuned with the magnificent world that they live in. And plus... it would be awesome to ride a dragon-thing. (I don't remember the real name for the dragon-things).

All Things are Possible...

I have been going to a Bible study (in the middle of nowhere) for the past couple of Thursdays. It is the most rewarding thing I've done with my time, in a long time. There aren't very many people in my small town who share my beliefs, and honestly, it's discouraging. It makes me think that the whole world has given up on a God who is so good, and so understanding, and so loving. But, this Bible Study gives me some faith in the small-town folk I surround myself with, and in the rest of the world which hasn't yet opened it's eyes.

It makes me sad when I see my classmates roll their eyes at the mention of God. It hurts me because I know how real and how perfect Christ is. But, I've also been where they are, and it is not a happy place. I hope that maybe someday they might know Jesus' love (because it's awesome!). And there isn't a happiness on Earth that can match the divine happiness that accompanies God's grace. (Seriously, I'm verging on happiness-tears as I'm writing this ha ha). But, this post isn't to preach; I'm just speaking about what I know...

But, back to the Bible study... I have never met a group of Christians so real. Each person who attends is on a different foothold of "the Faith ladder," and that's okay. Those who are just beginning to climb the ladder learn from those on the upper rungs (and maybe those of us on the lower footholds can teach the wizened climbers something too), but we all have something to learn and we all have places that we can grow in faith. It's just great to know that I have friends accompanying me along this journey (cliche?).

I'm convinced that the world's gone crazy... but, now I know, it's not the whole world.

My 100th Post

Here it is: number 100. So much has changed since I started this blog. It's only been 5 months! I've realized a lot about myself, and about people this year. I think I've grown up, and I have learned how to be more confident in myself (with a little help from up above, of course). I can stand up for what I believe in, without feeling ashamed. I've learned that being happy doesn't have to do with anyone but me and God (I hope it's okay to say that on a school blog). Whatever happens on this world is completely out of my hands and that is okay with me. I've also learned that everyone is different, and there is no reason for me to hate or judge anyone, because we're all imperfect. I've learned that the people who love me are not the people who can look past my flaws to see the good, but are the people who love those flaws, because those flaws are a part of who I am.



So, here's to my Senior year. I'm not sure that I remember ever learning so many life lessons in such a short period of time.


Post Number 100.

Living inside a board game...

I would obviously choose Lord of the Rings Monopoly. =] I could own Middle Earth! (And Marry Legolas). I don't really have any other reason to want to live in that board game. I wish Middle Earth was a real place, though... hum =\

Coffee...ick

I hate coffee. First, it is nasty. To me, it is bitter and causes bad breath. Second, the caffeine doesn't work for me. I'd have to drink like 6 cups to feel any effect at all. Third, is is too common. So many people are addicted to coffee in America, I refuse to be one of them. Fourth, tea is SO much better! It comes in tons of flavors. It is jam packed with anti-oxidants, and it is something that all countries can relate to. Tea is something that the WHOLE WORLD has in common! =]

Opposites Attract

Magnets have opposite ends that attract. Males and females are kind of opposite... and they attract. I don't really know how to explain it, but I think people who's brains work differently are attracted to each other. It is strange how that works.

I'm currently listening to The Enchantment by David Lands. It's beautiful. I'm... enchanted by it (ha-ha).

Thrift Stores

In class the other day I mentioned buying some of my clothes at thrift stores and consignment shops. I talked about the awesome designer sweaters I can buy there. The reaction that I got was: blank stares all around. Why would I ever talk about buying my clothes in thrift stores, to a room full of high school-ers? See... that was just stupid. All of the girls who are concerned about what other people think were thinking: ew... she buys clothes that other people have worn!? Why yes, I do. Wash them, and they are as good as new. Plus, they are cheap, and I am a very thrifty individual. Some things are vintage and completely original (I love being original). To all of you high school girls (and boys) who refuse to step foot into one of those places, I hope you have a boring unoriginal life. I refuse to step into American Eagle and Abercrombie, because I do not want to be like one of you. Yes, you read that right... I do not want to wear American Eagle and Abercrombie, fake-bake, straighten my hair, or carry Coach. I don't need to look like one of you, because I look like me... and unlike you, I'm okay with that.

meh...

I don't feel that great today. I think I'm severely over-tired. I was only supposed to work until 1 yesterday but someone called out and I ended up having to work a double: 9:30- 6:30. I had stayed up the previous night until 2 am doing homework. My homework time-total for Saturday was 7 hours (I'm NOT exaggerating). Last night I got about 3 hours of sleep. I was exhausted when I went to bed but, my dreams kept waking me up. They were scary. I don't remember them, though, because I was so tired. I think I'm going to go home and take a nap, which I never do, but I am just exhausted.

Sound Sleep?

At soundsleeping.com there are a whole bunch of relaxing sounds that you can choose from to make yourself relax.

In my little sleepy-sound-bubble I created an Elvish home on the ocean (flute song and ocean). I added a thunderstorm to atmosphere, because it couldn't be too peaceful (rain and thunder). And, of course, I put some windchimes on the porch of the home (windchimes...duh. ha-ha).

This wouldn't help me sleep. Unfortunately, I've tried this and everything but medication. Nothing seems to work.

The Dreaming Tree

My favorite song is The Dreaming Tree by the Dave Matthews Band. It is not all that popular, but it has been my favorite song since I was really little. I remember, I was about 7, and I'd always beg my brother to play the song. He didn't really like it (most people think it's too long). I guess I was a weird little kid. The song made me imagine a terrible world like the one explained in the song. I thought it could never be real, but I know now that it can. I imagined the man and woman in the song to be a prince and a princess... they didn't live happily ever after though.

Perfect Day

I dont know what my perfect day would be like... I've never had one.

I think it would be just me, Ester, Teeda, Cheeka (who is 14 and still fairly healthy), and Blue. I don't like people all that much, and I'd love to see my pets that have died (or been sold). I guess, I'd spend the day in the outdoors. It would be early Autumn and sunny. That sums it up, I think.

Laptop

http://www.amazon.com/Gateway-EC1457u-11-6-Inch-Display-Laptop/dp/B0031RG0VM

I really like this laptop. It's light. It's got a lot of battery life. I will just list all of it's lovely qualities.


-Intel® Pentium® Dual Core
-Genuine Windows® 7 Home Premium
-Intel® Graphics Media Accelerator 4500MHD
-Microsoft® Works
-Intel® GS45 Express Chipset
-EC: Ultraportable Style
-4GB RAM
-Extended Battery Life
-11.6" HD Ultrabright™ LED-Backlit Display
-Gigabit!
-500GB Hard Drive (Desktop Sized Hard Drive: pure awesomeness)
-Integrated 802.11b/g/n Wireless
-Multi-in-1 Media Card Reader
-Wi-Fi Certified
-Multi-Gesture Touchpad
-Integrated Webcam
-Kensington Lock Slot
-HDMI (High Definition Viewing: again, Awesomeness!)
-Gateway PowerSave Solution (Energy Efficiency =)
-Dolby Sound Room
-Energy Star
-1-Year Ltd. Warranty/Parts & Labor
-Norton Security (BAM!)

Are you in love yet?

The Akinator

the akinator.com is sort of like 20 Questions. Except, he couldn't guess The Rainbow Fish. And Why is he called the Akinator? What does that even mean? It makes me think of Clay Aiken. Annnnywho... you should check it out. http://us.akinator.com/ =]

Sweet

I love cake... and pie and cookies, and anything else that is sweet. I'm trying to eat healthier, but I just can't stop nibbling on sweets. I need to find some healthy/ natural/ sweet snacks... with chocolate in them. I wonder if that's even possible. Maybe chocolate covered raisins, but then I can't stop eating them. Ugh. This is difficult...

But these look fantastic: http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes_menus/collections/quick_healthy_dessert_recipes

Check it out =]

Rapping Monks: Mr. Happy

http://www.globalpost.com/dispatch/japan/090327/monks-venture-bars-and-rap

Mr. Happy is trying to reach out to the younger generation. I think it's awesome! The world will have an angry future awaiting if the younger generation cannot find faith in something. I guess that's really all I have to say about it.

Reclusiveness

Regretfully, I offer no good-humored, poor-humored, or any-sort-of-humored stories. I have been living in a reclusive state for the past two months. I do not socialize with the rest of the world unless it is necessary. I just don't feel the need to. I am not lonely, or depressed; I just find people increasingly agitating. I haven't been COMPLETELY alone. I talk to people online and at school and when I'm skiing and at work. But, I don't seek conversation. It is strange. I'm not angry with anyone, maybe I'm just becoming at peace with myself.

Speaking of inner peace...

I was actually happy when I looked in the mirror this morning. I have reached the point where I think I'm beautiful. The last time I can honestly say that I was satisfied with my appearance was in eighth grade. Then, high school hit me like a brick in the face. I developed some serious "illnesses" that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. I was not healthy, to say the least. But, thank God (seriously), I came out of that mental state. I can finally say that I'm okay. And that is a better feeling than you can imagine.

The Story of Stuff

http://www.storyofstuff.com/

That ^ video is absolutely excruciating. She talks for 3 minutes about how selfish the US is. Personally, I was annoyed. She got on my bad side by saying (in an annoyed tone) that 50% of US taxpayer dollars go toward the military. WHY IS THAT BAD!? Our military is our defense, and we are in a war. It makes perfect sense to me that we'd want to protect our soldiers with the best equipment, because those soldiers are risking their lives to protect us.

And honestly... I think she's a little paranoid. This wasteful system was DESIGNED? No. We made technological advances that didn't seem to have any repercussions when they were made. Now, we are hooked on these advancements. Plastic mills give millions of people jobs. What does she wants us to do? Quit our jobs and use natural resources? That is the other option. Without saying as much, she is suggesting that we turn back time. The world population is MASSIVE compared to what it used to be... maybe we should kill all of the extra people to slim down the atmospheric carbon. What we have is a crisis. But bitching about governmental flaws is not going to solve anything.

I rate this video a 1. Nice effort. Terrible things to complain about.

Snow White

Dear Snow White,

I hate you. How could anyone not hate someone as perfect and porcelain as you? You live in the forest with a bunch of awesome short guys who work in a DIAMOND mine. The animals adore your gentle spirit and follow you around. You fall asleep in a glass coffin, still looking as beautiful as ever, even though you are dead. And then, randomly, a prince comes along and wakes you. You both fall in love and frolic together in the forest. And you remain friends with the dwarfs and the animals. You sing beautifully. You don't concern yourself with diets and fashion. You are who I wish I could be, and I hate you, because a world where I could be you does not exist.

Enviously,

Hannah

Random Foresty-ness

As the axe sank deep into the trunk of the tree I heard the forest cry. It cried the sound of silent history. It cried the sound of the future where that tree would lay in tables and walls. Like lighting struck the handle of the tool in my hands I let it go. I realized I would be changing the future. I cut into the pink, fresh world of the tree's insides with a shattering of it's glass bark, with only one hit from sharp metal. I broke the forest's heart today. But I gave a single tree, a start to a new history.

The Big Bad Trash

I had to empty the three small trash cans at work last night. When I went into the back room I discovered that the big trash in the back room was full. Now I cannot pull the trash bag out of the big trash can because of the suction. I didn't realize this until after I had tried to get the bag out. While hauling on the (overly-delicate) plastic I heard Riiiiiip. So, I went and got my muscular manager. I neglected to tell him that I ripped the bag though...

So, using all of his height and strength he managed to get the bag out. Just as the bag hit the floor I heard PLOP. As a pile of food fell onto the floor. He reluctantly cleaned the food up... thinking the rip had been his fault. But, just as we were about to close the store I admitted to ripping the bag. He laughed and said he'd known all along and was just waiting for me to fess up.

The Return of the Poet

I found my poet yesterday. He was lost since he joined the Marines, and he returned. I had looked for this side of my Marine for months. Speaking as poetically as I could, trying to bring him back to life. And it worked. Sometimes perseverance pays off.

Slam

Soooo... I'm going to a poetry slam next Tuesday and I'm VERY excited.

Last night was a very weird night. I can't really talk about it online though. Especially on a school blog.

Annnnnyway. This blog is sort of lame. But, I guess, it works.

My Attempt at Rapping

I don't know how to rap
but I can rhyme okay
Isn't that basically
what rap is anyway?

I think I'm failing at this
your losing interest
as I speak
because my rhymes
are very weak.

If I was a rapper
I'd be called H-bomb
because I'm destructive
especially to this rap song.

So H-Bomb's quitting rap.
Just like you wished
But to the rest of the world
my rap will be missed.


I will label this "EPIC FAIL." =]

Children 2

I wish I was a child again. I used to daydream about life. I used to believe that the world was good. I have a hard time looking past the bad now... That is what the world needs to learn how to do.

this post is unfinished...
to be continued.

Children

As a child, I was forced to follow rules that adults rarely follow. Lying was wrong in all cases. Making up stories was not acceptable. You always had to share. Please and Thank-you were required. And everything was supposed to be done with others in mind.

As an adult, we can do whatever we want. Lying is alright as long as it will bring about some personal gain. Making up stories is an author's career. Sharing is rare; generosity is even more difficult to come by. "Please" and "Thank-you" are camouflaged in an atrocity of rude words and uncaring language. And people barely ever think of others. Everything an adult does in this world is, in some way or another, for their own personal gain.

The world increasingly saddens me as I get older.

Holidays

It was a great Christmas morning... Christmas evening my entire family decided to yell and scream at eachother. Over all it was a good holiday though. I got a new camera. I got to hang out with Jake the dog =] and I went to see Avatar. It is the best movie I've ever seen. After James Cameron watched it when it was finished, he must have been like: "This is it. This is the one that's going to make me go down in history. I will be remembered by this movie." And he will. I hope he wins every award there is to win, because the film is pure genius. Everyone should see it.