Sweet Dreams -and- Flying Machines

Thinkin'

2010-05-27T07:58:00.000-04:00

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

2010-05-19T08:55:00.002-04:00

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

2010-05-17T07:59:00.003-04:00

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

2010-05-12T08:04:00.003-04:00

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

2010-05-11T08:10:00.002-04:00

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

2010-05-10T08:38:00.003-04:00

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

2010-05-07T08:09:00.003-04:00

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

2010-05-05T08:01:00.002-04:00

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...

2010-05-04T08:05:00.002-04:00

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

2010-04-30T08:04:00.002-04:00

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!

2010-04-29T08:05:00.003-04:00

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

2010-04-27T10:50:00.002-04:00

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

2010-04-27T07:58:00.002-04:00

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

2010-04-14T07:59:00.002-04:00

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

2010-04-13T08:23:00.001-04:00

Hamlet soliloquy lines 395 - 406

Pet Peeve

2010-04-12T10:49:00.002-04:00

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!

2010-04-08T10:54:00.002-04:00

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

2010-04-08T08:04:00.002-04:00

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

2010-04-06T08:00:00.002-04:00

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...

2010-04-02T10:53:00.003-04:00

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

2010-04-02T08:07:00.002-04:00

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

2010-04-01T08:02:00.002-04:00

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

2010-03-31T08:18:00.004-04:00

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.

2010-03-29T10:51:00.002-04:00

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

2010-03-29T08:02:00.001-04:00

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

2010-03-26T08:03:00.003-04:00

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...

2010-03-16T09:01:00.003-04:00

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!

2010-03-15T08:06:00.003-04:00

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

2010-03-12T08:16:00.002-05:00

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

2010-03-10T08:04:00.002-05:00

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...

2010-03-03T08:04:00.002-05:00

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

2010-02-24T08:49:00.003-05:00

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

2010-02-22T10:50:00.002-05:00

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

2010-02-22T08:03:00.003-05:00

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...

2010-02-10T08:00:00.002-05:00

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

2010-02-09T10:50:00.002-05:00

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...

2010-02-08T08:02:00.003-05:00

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...

2010-02-05T17:29:00.006-05:00

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

2010-02-05T11:02:00.003-05:00

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...

2010-02-05T08:00:00.003-05:00

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

2010-02-04T08:22:00.003-05:00

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

2010-02-03T08:04:00.004-05:00

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

2010-02-02T08:03:00.002-05:00

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...

2010-02-01T10:49:00.002-05:00

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?

2010-02-01T08:12:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-29T08:09:00.003-05:00

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

2010-01-28T08:02:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-27T08:20:00.003-05:00

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

2010-01-26T10:48:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-22T10:51:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-22T08:07:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-20T11:30:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-19T08:13:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-15T08:03:00.003-05:00

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

2010-01-13T10:50:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-11T10:55:00.003-05:00

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

2010-01-08T08:23:00.003-05:00

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

2010-01-07T08:03:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-06T08:12:00.002-05:00

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

2010-01-05T10:54:00.003-05:00

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

2010-01-05T08:03:00.003-05:00

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

2010-01-04T08:04:00.002-05:00

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.

My Christmas Wishlist...

2009-12-21T08:04:00.002-05:00

I will show you! =] Pictures are better than words in this case.

My favorite food...

2009-12-17T08:07:00.002-05:00

is pie. I love pie, all kinds of pie except for meat pies. Why do I love it so much? Well, I don't know. I don't know why I like things, some things just appeal to me (and my taste buds in this case). Well, this is all for my blog... except for the pictures of yummy pie. =]

Andrew Wyeth

2009-12-16T08:04:00.002-05:00

Andrew Wyeth is my second favorite painter. 1st is Salvador Dali. I can't really explain why I like either of them, I just do.

This is a Dali painting. It is creepy and confusing. It is pure chaos. I love it.

Amigos

2009-12-15T08:10:00.002-05:00

This post is to all of my friends that I miss seeing.

I got a random call last night from my distant best friend. We didn't really have long to talk, but it was nice to talk to him.

Christmas time has the ability to make me wish I was with all of the people I love. I guess it's just a time of the season that makes me want to be around my family and not stress about life. This Christmas vacation I am going to promise myself that I'll see all of those friends that I never have a chance to see. I don't want life to get the better of certain friendships. I should care about all of my friendships... but I don't. I have always known that some will vanish when I go to college, that's just the way it is. Life will distance you from friends, but only your true friends will last through the distance.

Holiday Gifts

2009-12-14T08:40:00.002-05:00

If I could give any gift to any person in the world it would be a plane ticket and some time off to that same Marine that I ranted about in previous posts. I still care about him, and want to see him terribly.

I suppose I could give food to hungry African children. Or I could build someone a home. But, it's just what I want...

Trimming the Tree

2009-12-10T08:04:00.005-05:00

So, my brother Gabe is home for the entire month of December. Even though I have 3 siblings it feels like I actually have one. None of my siblings have ever lived in the same house as me since I was like 7. So, last night, Gabe, my mom, and I put lights and ornaments on the tree and listened to Christmas music. It was sort of bittersweet. I wish we could have done that every year as a family. I hate how life brings even families apart. It made me think about how next year I'll be living somewhere far from home. I won't be able to help trim the tree because it'll be up before Christmas break. At least we did things right this year. Christmas is a wonderful time of year.

We also had a discussion about the STUPIDITY of Santa Clause. (It is stupid) It seems like it's more for parents than kids. The parents get more angry than the children if another child tells them that Santa is make-believe. Another strange Christmas tradition is the tree. We put a dead tree up in our house, put multicolored lights on it, and hang little trinkets all on it's branches. When you think about it... it's weird right? But it does somehow bring the season to life.

Imagination

2009-12-09T08:06:00.003-05:00

"Tell me about your day at school."

"Well first, the teacher made us put away our coats. I accidentally fell trying to change my boots. Lucy kicked some snow on me and it landed in my eye, then I threw some snow at her from the bottom of my boots. The teacher didn't s..."

"Hannah, you should throw snow at people..."

"And then, at snack time, I traded my apple for a cookie."

"Hannah, cookies are not healthy."

"... it was a good cookie, Mom. Anyway, we learned about letters, actually, we were on H today. I raised my hand and said H-H-Hannah. And at nap time, a green dragon came into..."

"Now, Hannah, did a green dragon really come into your classroom?"

"Yes. It flew around the room. All of the other kids were scaed of it, but I liked him. He just forgot how to get back outside, like birds do som..."

"I want to hear about what really happened at school today, Hannah. You aren't supposed to lie."

"Birds get stuck indoors sometimes. The dragon kept nudging the window with his nose. I opened the window for him. Ms. Tomlin said that we'd all get a cold, but I told her that the dragon nee..."

"Hannah, stop lying. A dragon did not come into your classroom today."

"It flew out the window. It waved when it was way high up in the sky. Ms. Tomlin sent me to the office because I opened the window for the dragon. But, I had to leave the window open because the dragon was singing me a song when he was in the sky... it was a beautiful dragon-song, mommy."

"Go to your room, Hannah, lying is not okay."

Favorite Christmas Songs

2009-12-07T08:09:00.003-05:00

Favorites from last to first...

10. Joy to the World
9. O Come All Ye Faithful
8. Do You Hear What I Hear
7. Little Drummer Boy
6. O Holy Night
5. Silent Night
4. The First Noel
3. What Child is This
2. We Three Kings
1. O Come O Come Emmanuel

I don't really like the stupid little jingles about Santa. I like the songs that have the real meaning of Christmas. I could go on and on and on... but, I won't. Merry Christmas!

Ideas for Blog Posts

2009-12-04T08:08:00.003-05:00

My favorite thing to blog about is my dreams. Maybe a prompt about the worst nightmare ever.

I also like food, a lot. So if we could blog about our favorite food or dessert and post delicious pictures, that would be super fun.

Blogging about the future is also kind of fun. Things like: where I'm going to live, what I'm going to be doing, who I'm going to be with; these are all really profound topics for me, they are fun.

Blog about what Julian and I were just talking about...

2009-12-03T10:50:00.004-05:00

So... I might be going to the Olive Garden on Sunday. Julian wants to know who I'm going with, but I can't tell him because the plans are set in stone and I don't want to jinx it. He used the mindset but I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything. But, I can't tell him. I do trust him I just don't want my plans to get all squashed. I'm not even going to get my hopes up because when I do, the plans get ruined. So... the moral is: if personal gain could potentially be lost, do not tell your best friend the secret. =]

The War...

2009-12-02T08:12:00.002-05:00

I think that President Obama's speech last night, addressing the War in Afghanistan, was mostly pretty words. He is sending out 30,000 more troops, and giving those troops 18 months to give power to the Afghan people. 1st, he set a time limit. He shouldn't have even estimated how long it will take, because no one really knows. 2nd, how many times has the Afghan government been overthrown by the Taliban? Way too many. 3rd, he was mostly using pretty, patriotic words, to appeal to the American citizens. America is in this war. There are no time limits to war. The Taliban is a force to be reckoned with, our government needs to help the Afghan government for as long as they need our help. I could go on and on... But, I won't. I'm sure you all know my opinion by now.

Facebook... ugh

2009-12-01T08:04:00.003-05:00

I now have a relationship status on Facebook. Why? Well, honestly, I don't really know. I had been opposed to having one before today for the sole purpose of: if someone is interested, then they have to be interested enough to ask me if I have a boyfriend. Today I decided that I don't really care. I'm single... yay? I guess I'm getting a little bit tired of this long distance, off and on bullsh*t. So, I'm single. Forget you. You're more in love with yourself than you are with anyone else anyway. Wow... that sounded bitter. Ummm, what I should've said was: when you actually start caring about people, give me a call, until then, I hope you are happy and safe. Obviously I still care about you. But, I really can't do this anymore.

Bloggers, eat this up. This is my public break-up. The person that I want to read this, won't. So, the world wide web will have to do.

Favorite Place

2009-11-30T08:16:00.003-05:00

So... this is going to sound weird. My favorite place is a boulder in the middle of the woods. It's hidden from civilization. It is always damp and cool. The fresh forest smell is as strong as it can get. It's quiet, always. And I am the only one who knows it exists.

Ahhh...

2009-11-24T10:49:00.002-05:00

I am not normal. I have never been to a Poetry Slam but I'm going tonight to perform in a Champoinship Slam Competition. I can't wait. I should be pee-my-pants nervous, but, I'm not. I am so excited. I love being in front of a crowd. I love making people listen to me. I love the exhilaration of spilling my heart out and making people feel exactly what I want them to. Realistically, I will probably get eliminated in the first round. But, I will keep practicing and get better... because I love the stage... because I love becoming someone else when I'm on stage... beceause I love poetry.

Give Thanks

2009-11-20T10:54:00.003-05:00

I love thanksgiving. But, it is a strange holiday. It began when the Pilgrims and Native Americans made a pact of some sort and ate food together. Then, the Americans slaughtered the Native Americans... thanks for the meal and your land? Modern Day Thanksgiving is meaningless to a lot of America. What are you thankful for on this Thursday in November? Well, I'll be thankful for pie, thankful for my family, thankful that I live in America, thankful for everything that is good... but, who am I to define good? Good could be something terrible where the outcome is a blessing, something good today could turn into something awful tomorrow. So... in this fast paced, ever changing American lifestyle, will what we are thankful for today, change tomorrow? It is a puzzle.

Emily Dickinson Poem

2009-11-20T08:08:00.002-05:00

You left me, sweet, two legacies,--
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
This poem is untitled. It reminds me of... the death of a loved one. I guess, my own interpretation is based off a current situation. 1st, left with love: of course you'll leave; it's your job. But, will you, as you are, return? It seems that war changes those who witness it. Will you return at all, or will you leave that "sea of pain" to blow chilly winds across my heart. If you don't return, your consciousness will haunt me. The world will continue spinning... but, it will lose someone that brought life to it's death. I don't want to think about this anymore... what am I getting myself into?

Heart Transplant

2009-11-19T08:03:00.003-05:00

So I was thinking this morning about having a couple cookies. My mom bought a bag of Italian cookies last night, they are SO GOOD! But, they are not a healthy breakfast. I wanted one for breakfast anyway. Thought process: "Hannah, you shouldn't really have cookies for breakfast. Sugar causes wrinkles." "Yeah, but they are so good." "They aren't good for your heart. You can always get cookies later on, you can't get another heart." "Oh wait... yes I can. I guess I'll have a cookie."

Insane right? I don't think I should be thinking about getting a heart transplant at 17.

Christmas and Reality

2009-11-18T08:10:00.002-05:00

It seems that during the Christmas season reality is dulled by everything... the snow, the lights, the trees-indoors, the music, the music, the smiles, the gifts, the reason (who seems to be forgotten). During Christmas-time the world seems happy, and it's beautiful. It is strange that such a season could bring such happiness. I don't know why it would... it's just another time of the year, that comes and goes every year. Christmas is the ultimate time for togetherness, maybe, or the idea of home is even more powerful. I can't explain it, I just know that it's contagious. I don't really like the idea of gifts, it just seems to take away from what Christmas really means, in my family, at least. Merry Christmas! This will not be the last Christmas blog.

Why I Couldn't Sleep Last Night

2009-11-17T08:08:00.003-05:00

My insomnia lately has been caused by things unknown to me... but, last night I know exactly why I couldn't sleep. I think, for the first time in months I've been 100% honest about my feelings toward someone. I was actually happy, which, I guess, is a feeling I'm not used to. I didn't really even think about sleeping, I just thought about the 1.5 hour phone conversation, and how crazy this entire situation is. I don't really understand why I should even be happy, since he is stationed in FL and I can't see him, but I am. I am feeling the effects of 2 hours of sleep right now though. It's going to be a slow day.

Favorite Saying...

2009-11-16T08:10:00.002-05:00

I use the phrase "it could be worse" a lot. People complain so much these days when they probably shouldn't. There are so many people out there that have it worse than them. Our society is just self-centered. It really is a shame because if we looked outside our own situations maybe we would open our hearts to the less fortunate... instead of thinking our, poor American souls, are the least fortunate in the world. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. There is a world of hurt outside this box that we've created for ourselves, and we never reach out a hand to help the hurting because we cannot see beyond ourselves.

First recording contract

2009-11-12T08:06:00.002-05:00

This is a prompt. I have not landed any recording contracts, unfortunately. But here is the list of the 15 imaginary songs on my imaginary debut album.

Title: Alive

1. Alive
2. Streetlight Serenade
3. Jumbled Words
4. Carelessly Careful
5. Dreaming Alone
6. Sight Through Sound
7. Time
8. Miss How You Speak
9. Boxing Shadows
10. How You Are
11. Searching for Nothing
12. Break
13. Fish Ponds and Small Frogs
14. Every Sound has an Echo
15. Closer Now

This album's genre is alternative... that is the only genre I'd fit into.

Dreams

2009-11-09T08:25:00.002-05:00

I had a very strange dream-type-thing just before I fell asleep last night. I was walking down a dirt path in the woods and a green tail-thing was swirling around in the road. Then I heard a dinosaur roar and a big crashing footstep. So, I dove behind a log and and called my mom. Then I thought to myself, if I continue dreaming about this I will have a nightmare, so I woke up and got the dinosaur out of my head. Next I started to think about school and probably had a dream about school... but, I don't remember.

Life and Lyric

2009-11-08T21:15:00.003-05:00

Life is strange. I'm sure you all know exactly what I mean. Life is a series of rhythms and beats that we seek to move with, sit down and ignore, or fail to follow. The beats pulse like hearts pounding against all odds, slower sometimes quicker other times. They reverberate along the lines of life's melody, quickening the tempo, forcing us to speed up, when we want to slow down. Gracelessly, we stumble along the lines we ceaselessly fail to see. We walk blindly along life's bar lines. The strangest part, to me, is that we allow others to write our music for us. Every rest, every note, every accent, is made by another person's impact on our lives. I guess, what I'm trying to say is... the only way to follow such complex sheet music is to write it ourselves.

Snow...

2009-11-06T10:54:00.002-05:00

Sometimes the world puts a mask on. A mask, clean and white. A chilling mask, disasterous and deadly, but blanketing and sheltering. The snow covers branches, earth, and leaves like a false dream. A dream mistaken for a nightmare on the dead reaches of the street. Snow leaves morning grave-silent and still. Snow makes homes warmer. Snow makes imaginations more vivid. Snow makes pies and cookies appear on countertops. Snow makes plastic bags into coats for those on the street. Snow makes bodies warmer. Desires grow while watching flames lick the bricks lining fireplaces, teasing, tasting,. Snow makes Christmas feel like Christmas, and empty cupboards full from "charitable donations". Snow brings rose to cheeks, and scarlet wine to mouths. Snow causes celebration, migration, fornication and hibernation.

Time

2009-11-06T08:03:00.003-05:00

I was sitting on the bed in the spare room this morning. I heard the faint tick, tick of a watch lost somewhere in the mess of drawers and baskets... lost in time, lost in itself. I sat listening to it for a while and thought: every tick of that little lost watch represents a second of time that I can never get back. I waste my time online, watching tv, staying in town. I waste seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, a lifetime... doing things that I don't care about. What I want is to make my life an adventure. I never want to be bored, and I never want to lonely. I am bored and lonely all the time, now. I was looking through pictures last night of when I was young. It seems like it was just yesterday when I could walk up to my brother or sister and give them a great big hug and tell them I loved them. Now, it's so hard to show love, those feelings of gratitude must be hidden... and I don't know why. I will try to start showing people that I love, that I love them. I will no longer waste my precious time, being proud.

Weather

2009-11-04T08:12:00.003-05:00

The prompt today is... what type of weather are you like?

I am like dusk. Just after the sun falls behind the mountains, and a gentle wind blows silky clouds to brush noiselessly past the Cheshire Cat moon. The light from the sun is dim, almost like a light from the past, almost like it is trying not to be forgotten. The stars shimmer in the Eastern sky and blinking red lights from jet planes full of people I'll never meet pass overhead. The deep/sharp "who" from a waking owl repeats and repeats as the bird creates an echo by itself. The trees are black against the deep purple of the sky. I'm lonely like the moon is, only part of myself. Within this solitude, I find a near-peace. So close, it is, but just out of reach.

Underwater...

2009-11-02T10:54:00.007-05:00

I guess, I need to write this down. The other night I saw a sunset so extraordinary. It was so normal, with greys, blues and white, no bright colors. But sunsets, depending on who you share them with, are incredible. We stood in the parking lot under a sky that tumbled and flowed over and within itself. "It looks like we're underwater," I said. "You would say that, Hannah. You're so poetic." Ah, yes I would, and who better to be underwater with than you? It was one of those simple things that makes my heart stop for a second and wait for my brain to catch up. It's words that break barriers. It's also words that break hearts. So, I fear this feeling, but this time I'm not going to run from it. This time I'll fence it in, control it, and let it free piece by piece, because this emotion is nothing to be scared of.

All Hallow's Eve...

2009-11-02T08:17:00.003-05:00

In modern day society, Halloween can be quite happy. Children run around, dressed cute or scary, and get candy from adults who flock over their little costumes. But, way back when, Halloween was kind of an evil holiday. Some may have been happy, but most were frightened by it.

My Halloween was absolutely amazing. I spent 8.5 hours talking with the most amazing guy ever. Then, I went and hung out with two awesome ladies in a hot tub. I also learned something about myself.

I am afraid of being emotionally hurt, to the point that I can't get close to anyone. It seems like every attempt that I make to make something permanent, it seems to almost immediately fall apart. I don't know how to solve this problem, but I guess I need to try to, otherwise I'm going to continue to be used by people who don't care about me, and continue to use people who I don't care about.

Stars and Wishes

2009-10-30T08:23:00.002-04:00

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...

2009-10-29T08:14:00.003-04:00

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

2009-10-28T08:21:00.002-04:00

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

2009-10-26T08:08:00.002-04:00

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

2009-10-23T08:11:00.002-04:00

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

2009-10-22T08:10:00.002-04:00

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

2009-10-21T08:10:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-10-20T08:10:00.003-04:00

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...

2009-10-19T08:12:00.002-04:00

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...

2009-10-17T14:37:00.003-04:00

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.