Overdue Pictures

Well, hey everybody. If you're wondering why I haven't posted in a long time it's because I don't really have a great need for the internet anymore. This is the first time I've been on it all week. Crazy, right? I know. But I find other stuff to keep me busy so I don't really need the internet or my phone. Now, if for some reason I couldn't use my iPod, it'd be a different story. Not to mention the loads of homework I get from my Oak Park High School teachers, but, hey, it's all good. I'd rather be producing brain cells than losing them to a computer screen (which I'm doing now). But anyway, I figure I'm a little overdue for pictures so I'll post some in this post and just go from there instead of a whole page of boring dialogue. Sound good? Great(:  Oh and I think I'll add a widget to the blog with a photo album of all the cloud photography I've been working on. It's really fun, I think. Hope you enjoy.

The book I'm reading (actually a series)

Algebra II...woo...

The 30gb iPod we found in the new house!(:

The new camera we found in the new house! (it's mine along with the iPod)

And the pretty bracelet I'm making(:

My new house!

Well I guess I'll talk to you all next week! 

Lots of Love,

H.L.

>5

Hey everybody!!! Sooo right now, I'm at my brand new hosue!!(: It's so pretty. It's blue on the outside and my room's the only one painted. It's a BRIGHT green color. I have my own walk-in closet and full bathroom. My unborn sister, Allie, has her own room, complete with Eddie Bauer baby furniture from Aunt Nancy! We just moved in today and hopefully (if Ron and Steven get off their asses) I'll be all moved in by tomorrow. And then...dun dun duuuuuun! School. So I'm kinda excited, only because I have this amazing outfit, complete with the rockin' skinny jeans I got on-sale at Old Navy. But, I'm also nervous because I won't know ANYONE. Not a single soul besides my counselor. But anyway, yeah, me and Dj? We're barely talking. Great, I know. Ummm I'm pretty sure Toni's gonna hate me because my dad is probably gonna tell them all a bunch of lies because we all know how he is, especially since he was being the biggest ass in the world. I feel bad because I couldn't go to Lori's service. At least she'd understand why, unlike everyone else. I mean, it's not my friggin fault that school starts Monday and my dad was gonna get me and my mom home late sunday. By the way, she's, uh, I don't know, PREGNANT!? I was needed at home and I'm sorry but my dad is not the best car-mate in the world. In fact, plain and simple, he's an ASSHOLE. He stresses my mom out so much and like she hasn't already got enough to deal with. So I broke down at Old Navy last night because I know that with Lori gone, basically the one person in that family that understands my mom and actually is OKAY with it, I'll probably never be able to see my two best friends, my soul-sisters, ever again because my dad's always gonna say something, anything to get anyone on his side. I would know. He turned my old neighborhood, besides the people that hated him in the first place, against us when Ron first moved in. So congratulations, Dad. I thought it ended months ago but I was dead wrong because now I have less than five friends.

Nightmares Part One

Alright, we all know I'm fourteen and, just to be clear I don't wet the bed! No, but I do have horrible nightmares. My nightmares usually end up with me in a pool of my own or somebody else's blood. I know how that sounds. Anyway, I usually, if I go to sleep around ten-ten-thirty, wake up at one forty-five or two with a bad nightmare and end up staying awake. I think the worst one I had was last night. It started off I was walking down a long hallway with rooms at the end (much like the one at my new house). I entered the room at the very end and fell into a garden. I was in a black dress and I was just wondering through the garden. I pricked my finger on a rose and suddenly I saw a horrible sight. A dead body was hanging from a tree and blood was still freshly pouring out of the corpse's mouth. I tried to scream but I was strangled by a steady stream of black butterflies that came out of my throat. I tried to run but I found myself falling to my knees. The only thing I could do was cry silently. It's probably the worst nightmare I've had in a while and I woke up crying so hard my entire pillow was soaked. Anyway, I just thought I'd share.
Bye for now!

Today.

Today was not a good day, at all. I don't think today will ever be remembered as a good day, by anyone's standards. Today, a very close family friend of mine died. I am hesitant to mention who and how, but I would like prayers to go out to their family. Toni, if you're reading this, I love you. I'll always be with you guys even if I'm two hundred miles away. Because distance doesn't matter. I know things may seem hard right now, but I promise it'll get better. Don't look back on memories except to smile and remember happiness. She is in a better place now, I promise you. I love both you and your sister and if there's anything I can do, let me know because I'll do it in a heartbeat. I had to deliver the news to our other family friends down the street and they didn't take it too easily. Nobody has, believe me. Confession: I was in my room with two candles lit and my iPod blasting, crying for nearly an hour. It's going to be hard but stay strong. Carry on. Love life and always remember in a happy way. I love you.
RIP.
Sincerely,
Hannah.

Bleh.

Ugh. So it's...10:39am right now. I should not be up. I'm so tired I'm practically sleep-typing this post. But I'm also hungry. Hungry>Tired. That's how it is. My mom's home sick again today, meaning I won't get my schedule for high school until tomorrow, which kind of blows. Sara's asleep in the other room and toast is in the toaster. The stupid lady at my orthodontist was all "Did you brush your teeth this morning?" And of course I said, "No, I just got up," because it was kind of obvious. Then she started picking at my plaque buildup and I just wanted to take that little pick and throw it out the window. She was like, "Did you brush them last night?" And, being me, I just decided to tell her, "Yes," so she'd get off my case. Apparently, that just made her worse. She didn't believe me at all. "Well, it looks like that's been there for longer than overnight." In my head all I could think was dammit. So then I had to go and brush my teeth with a disposable toothbrush which just made it all the more worse. So embarrassing, especially when a hot guy was sitting RIGHT THERE. Ugh I just wanted to die. But anyway, yeah that's pretty much what happened. Fun fun.

Life Starts Now.

How is this fair? Can somebody please tell me? Mom, I'm so glad you got what you wanted. You found Ron, you dumped my dad, got pregnant, and starting over. Congratulations. I'm so happy for you. But what happened to me? Am I lost in the dust? Carried away with the wind? I never hear you talk about how you're so proud of me anymore. It's always "Do this, do that, I'm sick I can't get up." I'm more than happy to help you out but what about me? Who's there to help me out? Apparently no one. I'm the only one who does dishes. Who does laundry. Who takes care of the animals, makes sure they have food. I've been packing for the new house, preparing for high school. Worrying about my dad. Thinking about how things have changed and how I literally have less than five friends. Where's my happy ending, Mom? Who's there to help me up when I fall? The Band-Aid company, maybe, but I just used the last one last night so that's a long shot. How can I forget all the times I've been yelled at only to be screamed at again? How can I cope with all this drama? Where's the answer to this? Buried in totes with childhood memories that mean nothing now? I'm happy for the new baby and I don't mind the scarcity of attention like most kids would. But I'm just asking for a little help. I'm overworked, overstressed, and just because you and Ron work does not mean you can just hand over everything to me because I've got my own life and crap to worry about, I don't need more. So I'm happy you got what you wanted, Mom. But when do I get to be happy? My whole world has changed in less than six months. Everything is different and apparently life was never good enough for my mother before she met Ron and started a new family. And now I'm seeing that with me, it'll never be good enough. So, what can we conclude? My life is falling apart? Check. I'm too stressed and frazzled? Check. Everything's going to get better? We'll come back to that one.
Maybe this is how someone thinks or sees me as:

Life Starts Now
                  Three Days Grace

You say you feel so down
Every time I turn around
And you say you should've been gone by now
And you, you think that everything's wrong
You ask me how to carry on
We'll make it through another day just hold on.

Cause life starts now.
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow
And you're so far down
But you will survive it somehow because life starts now.

I hate to see you fall down
I'll pick you up off of the ground
I've watched the weight of your world come down
And now it's your chance to move on
Change the way you've lived for so long
You find the strength you've had inside all along.

Cause life starts now.
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow and you're so far down
But you will survive it somehow because life starts now.

All this pain
Take this life and make it yours.
All this hate take your heart and let it love again.
You will survive it somehow.

Life starts now.
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow and you're so far down.
Life starts now.
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow and you're so far down.
Life starts now.

Maybe Sara's Right.

So last night at like four in the morning, I was on the phone with Sara explaining all of my troubles/worries/fears blahblahblah. We were talking and I started going off about everything I hated.
"Wait, wait, wait!" she had said. "I figured out your problem!" Of course, she didn't mean it in a bad way, which was good.
"What's that?" I asked, desperate to know what to change.
"You look for the bad in people, not the good."
"Oh. Well what good is there from Samantha? All she's continued to do is make my life a living hell. Is that good?"
"Well she's kinda been there for you," Sara said. "I mean, when you and DJ broke up, she was there, right?"
This had made me realize I was looking for the bad in people, not the good. Which, if you think about it, makes me a weird kind of outcast. That's the great thing about Sara. Even when she points out a flaw, there's always a flawless feeling that follows. So she's right. I need to start looking for the good in people, even if those people piss me off to a point where I don't even want to breathe the same air as them. So, here's to Sara.

Good Things About Bad People:
1.) Samantha- She has been there for me and held me when I've cried and she's diligently listened when I've read my stories and poems and gushed about some guy or a nightmare.
2.) My Dad- He was here for a longer time than Ron and I'll always have some good memories with him even if he never talks to me now.
3.) M- I have known her for...four and a half years now and there'll always be those times on the bus gossiping about A or something.
4.) That one guy that whistled at me as I was jogging- At least he has good taste
5.) Tiffanie- Well, she doesn't completely hate me and still calls me sugar or gives me a hug, I guess.

Ohmy.

Wow, look at what's happened! First off, I would like to say how I can't keep up writing a diary, much less an electronic sort of one. Well, with that said, where do I start? Umm...my mom's pregnant. That's right. Due December 4th. I start high school in five days. But, here's the catch...I'm going to Oak Park. Not Northtown, not IB...Oak Park. Which, seeing the facility and meeting with the counselor today, isn't really that bad of a school. Pretty nice really. What else, what else... I'm moving. It's a way prettier house. That's why I decided to go to Oak Park. If I chose to stay in the IB program at Northtown, I still could. But who wants to be there with...egos and egos and egos upon even more egos!? I've grown up with all those people. I'm so sick and tired of them. So, given a chance to get away from them, damn straight I'm going to take it. Well, anyway, the new house. There's nothing bad I can say about it. It's nice and I have my own walk-in closet and full bathroom. The basement's finished and there's lots of space for my new little sister, Allyson. Except, I have to give up my cats. My two precious cats that I've raised. And since my dad is still continuing to be an asshole about everything, I have to give them to a no-kill shelter. I've cried and cried and cried and cried over it for the past three or four weeks. We have to look for a home for Jack, too. The only thing I get out of it is...a fish. A lousy, water-breathing fish. How lovely. Hmm...still there's more. Sara, my best friend in the entire universe, is moving, too. But The irony is, after all these years being best friends and living with the reality we have to go to different high schools, she's moving right down the street from my old house. Wow. And she's going to Northtown now. Weird, right? Her mom's pregnant too. Who knows, maybe our half-siblings will be best friends one day. Speaking of siblings, (well, the born ones anyway) I would kill not to have a single step-sibling. That's right, I said it. I have two which I'm sure I mentioned somewhere. Abbigayle (Abbie), who's three and a half, and Samantha who's four months younger than me. Oh. My. God. With Samantha there is so much fucking drama I could just kill myself. Sometimes, I think that would be way less stressful. Everything has to be Samantha's way or it's not happening. She just pisses me off so damn much! We tried our best to give her a good birthday and she still wasn't happy at the end of the day. I seriously wish she would NEVER EVER EVER come back. It's just so ridiculous, the stuff that she fights about. As if I don't already have enough stress. I'm sure if I would just let everything go maybe things would get better but..hot damn I could use a way out right now. Oh, not to mention the fact that I'm going to be the only Williams. Allie's not going to know me very much. I'll be the only one with dark hair, brown eyes. And it sucks. I hate it. I hate being the outcast of the family. My mom keeps trying to explain that it's no big deal, but it IS! I've always been weary of being left out of family things but with my parents split, I'm on my own, literally. My dad never talks to me except an informal thing with his girlfriend Christi every once in a blue moon. My mom and Ron are obsessed with the other siblings of the house (and just because Samantha and Abbie aren't here all the time doesn't mean they aren't the center of attention) and especially with the baby on the way. I know it's childish of me and very petty and vain and whatever else you're thinking of but believe me I'll trade my life for yours any day. Well, I have to go to bed. I have to finish cleaning and packing my room tomorrow and I may walk down to Sara's to help her unpack and move in as well.
Bye for now,
H.L. 

Raggety Hannah

Soooo.... Um, well I know its been like forever since I've posted but things have been super busy. Did I mention the divorce? Surely I did and how my father is being an ass about this and my mother goes along with it to marry Ron and get this over with. Does anyone care about my emotions? Or am I just a rag doll like my father said? I don't know. But me and Samantha are best friends. I dated a guy she liked and I'm winning him over yet again because I totally screwed things up. Anyways, besides my dad, things couldn't really be better. Well, they could, but until that time comes, they can't be. I'm writing a narrative for C.A., I took the Geometry EOCE today, which D.J. said was a piece of cake...until I saw it. I was really nervous. I mean, c'mon, this year might go to waste if I fail that thing and I will not take anything over again. If that's what they think they've got another thing coming for them. Sare's best friend is a total...female dog. She's so mean to me. I mean, it's like everything I do is stupid to her and I don't know what else to do other than ignore her. Which is becoming increasingly hard. I had my birthday about three weeks ago. I'm officially fourteen years old. I don't know if I want to go to the eighth grade dance this Friday. I don't think I'm going. I'm dead sure I'm not going. Unless someone asks me but, as much as I hate to admit, my only hope now is Lucian and there's no way in fucking hell I'm going with that creep. |: Sigh. All the losers go for me. Except, of course, Mr. Kearney(; If you know who I'm talking about, yeah I've got him. Tim can go suck it.Anyway, I made this amazing poster for Sam's concert tomorrow night. Which I'm going to embarrass her SO bad with. I'm so excited. Then I'm going to get a picture of her face and post it on facebook. This is total payback for all the things she's done to me. (Lick me, push me in water, chase me around the house, drama, etc.) Anyways, yeah. And I get to see D.J. tomorrow night so, uh, yeah I'm excited! Anyways, I think that's it in a nutshell. Any questions I guess you could email me xD!!! Hahhh. Hasta La Vista for now(:

-H.L.Williams

Well...

First of all, yes, I know it's been lik two months since I've posted. But, a lot of stuff has happend. Starting with my parents are getting divorced. My mom found an old highschool classmate named Ron Rogers. He's cool. He's my new stepdad. I have a four-year-old step sister named Abigayle and a thirteen year old step sister named Samantha. She stayed last week (spring break) with me. She did my eyebrows (picture at the end) and guys like me now. It's a pretty drastic adjustment for me. I'm used to being the girl that just blends in and doesn't stand out. Now, all of a sudden, cute guy like me. But the one guy I like, Chris, doesn't like me. He's cute and he goes to Newmark which basically classifies him as rich. I'm stuck in the middle between him and the cute sixteen year old that likes me back. Um...my dad has an apartment, I have a pretty cool room there. I'm here right now, actually. I listen to new bands--Breaking Benjamin, All-Time-Low, Evanescence, Avril Lavigne, Lifehouse, JTX. My favorite is still, of course, Muse. My favorite color is still falu red. I went to see Alice in Wonderland. I love the new Cheshire Cat. But, and I know this seems random, but it really does make sense in my mind, I still don't know if I want to date. It seems impossible at the moment. Yet, I still...I really like Chris, let's just put it that way. My depressed friend, Jake, likes me and last week he almost tried to commit suicide and I had to talk him out of it. It's hard to tell him I don't like him because I'm afraid he'll...he'll...well. Still. I'm caught. I don't know if I ever wanted this. Maybe I did. I don't know. Everything with my parents. It's hard to really tell anyone how I feel anymore. It's hard to just tell them. My dad's still an angry person, though he swears up and down he's not. My mom is...happy, at least. I live with them, technically. I just come here every other weekend and Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm afraid that I'm changing. I've always been the constant. I still keep up my grades and work for my future, but I'm changing as a person. I'm more rebellious. Apparently, I'm more...catching to the eye. Though I know I'm not. I'm...I'm not going with the crowd anymore. I don't like trying to be like Maggie. I'm friends with Ian, Tara, Cierra, Morgan. I've never been that popular, but I'm still not...popular, if that makes sense. They're just more...lenient with me than the other robots. That's another thing. People at Chris's school are popular, rich, pretty robots. With the exception of Michael who's pretty cool but just not Newmark-molded. Chris...I'm not sure. If there was a pause button, I'd press it and evaluate everything. Rewind maybe. Fast-forward. Would I press the stop button though? The eject? No. I don't think I could do that. Lol, I'm more of a chicken-shit than anything anyways. I'd press the play button and get on with my life. I know I'm not anyone special. Whatever happens, happens. I suppose. Well, my retarded dad is yelling at me to get in the shower because he's...well, retarded. Here's the link for my story and my picture below:
http://www.inkpop.com/projects/31210/death-in-the-mills/read-project/#chapter

Before!

after!

Sam literally had to sit on top of me to pluck those suckas(: Anyways, cheers for now(:
xoxoxoxox,

Revolutionary Hero.

Maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm not. But my best friend might die from medicine to keep him out of pain?! Yeah, I'm totally overreacting. I hate valentine's day, William Dawes can burn in hell with it. Oh, speaking of the Revolution, I just finished my project I've been working on for two and a half weeks. And it's pretty kick-ass if you ask me. We didn't have honors tonight): Snowed out. Oh, but I wouldn't have gone anyway. My best friend wasn't going to be there and I didn't feel like arguing with Michael about who's the biggest dumb-ass. Besides, I'm so tired I could sleep on a bed of nails. I've just been kind of mopey-dopey allday. SPEAKING of day, I had this horrible dream last night--I'm still freaked out about it. Well, this is going to sound childish, but it was about Big Foot. But goddamnit, I'm still scared. I'd sleep with my shotgun if I could. It's too long to type and I'm too glad to have my after-school sleepy time back anyways. So I'm gonna go. See yah!!
xoxoxo (HATE valentines,

Super tired...great weekend(:

I spent the wholeweekend with Beebs, my wifey, and we rode bikes in Kmart, painted our nails at Kohl's, bought matching slippers with my mom at JCP's and watched movies(: It was a great weekend!! And, Sara, my best friend, and I are otay(: She's comin over tomorrow after Honor's and it's great(: I got an outfit at the thrift store down the street and it looks good(: I also broke my laptop, but my momma's gonna fix it so its all good. For now, I think I can fare pretty well on my momm's. :) Here's a pic, night all, I'm really tired!

:D

Hanging with beebs--post more tomorrow!!!

Revolutionary War against my sinuses!

Hey tharr errrybody! Hah! Well, today was very interesting. It all started this morning when I walked out of the house weearing pajamas...HA just kidding. This morning I woke up very stuffy and extremely tired and, trust me, I wanted to stay home and my mom said I could, but I remembered we had 1) a geometry vocabulary test, 2) a benchmark in science, and 3) a benchmark in CA. What I didn't know was 1) I would make very gross bambinos in TLC, 2) discover that Navjo Ceremonial Dance stays in your head all freaking day, 3) I would be working on a major project for SAGE by myself (my choice, but dang it's hard), and 4) the term "FML" really does explain my day. The project in SAGE is over the Revolutionary War. See, the rest of the class is working in two groups of five students, and when I realized there were eleven students, plus the fact I would have to endure a week working with pointless idiots from the crackerbox, I decided to take on this mountain alone. I have to investigate the 5w's and h about like 25 leading up to and during the Revolutionary War, come to a conclusion on what caused the Revolutionary War, build evidence (like a tea crate made of wooden sticks), make a visual aid, and write an essay. In a week.
FML!
Oh and I'm starting to break out along my forehead. And I don't even have acne!

OMG

Well, things are pretty good. I'm still...upset...about...well, we'll save that story for another time. Anyway, it's official. I'm gonna fail honors [orchestra] because I get absolutely NOTHING! ): Goodbye perfect 1st chair. And Beebs, if you're reading this, I love you, but honestly I SUCK FIGS! I'm gonna fail.

I'm okay. I think.

Yesterday I came home from my twin's house at about 12. I had only eaten one thing all day-half of a long john donut. After that, at about five, my mom offered me some ravioli. I said she could make it even though my stomach lurched at the idea of food. I didn't eat it. My dad made some mashed potatoes with yummy homemade gravy. I barely ate it. I have a new best friend too. And it's weird because he's going out with my other best friend who is also my wifey. Lol. Um, at about 1 last night I got up and made myself a ham and cheese sandwich but I couldn't taste it. All of the vibrant colors in my room seem dull and food has no taste. I'll eat it now, but I can't taste anything unless it's a horrid taste. I brushed my teeth and couldn't (can't) taste the flouride and mint. But oh well. Other than that, I feel fine. I tried to sit down and watch Sense & Sensibility, but I was too impatient for that. Two hours of my life? Hah, dream on. Oh and for those of you who know the story of what happened Friday night, and how I helped, I don't need a guy. I'm fine. Seriously. Just trouble in that. I'm a solo bird and I don't need anyone to tell me otherwise. Thank you very much though for caring-I appreciate it. And, no, that was not sarcasm. Although I should've just let you guess for yourself. Anyway, I guess I'll go now. Not like I have anything better to do, but still.

Home sweet...WHERE IS MY COUCH!?

So I had a great two days. For those of you that know him, I've been dreaming about a guy lately. I know him in real life, but when I dream about him, he's very very very cute. I mean, in real life he's totallly nice but there has to be that physical attraction. And it's not there. I haven't seen him since September and this Wednesday I see him at Honors [Orchestra]. But he's totally cute in my dreams. And I've been having the same exact dream for a week straight. Does it mean something? God I hope not. So, anyway, I got home today and THE COUCH WAS GONE. Well, the green one anyway. The rest of the furniture is leather so I liked that couch. And they got rid of it... I was like seriously? So anyway yesterday I chase down my grandparent's dog for like two hours and I got all muddy and cold and wet. And then this morning I shocked myself. So now my fingers are burnt. Funnnn.

JOKES :D

Okay, so what did sushi one say to sushi two?

WASABI!

A suicide bomber storms a pet shop. He declares, "Everyone has thirty seconds to get out before I blow the place up!"
the tortoise at the back of the shop "You bastard..." <-----thats my fav

what do you call cheese that isn't yours?
nacho cheese(:

two atoms walk into a bar. the frist one says "i think i just lost an electron" the second one says "are you sure?" the first one says "im positive!"(:

those are just a few, ill be back with more, but i need to get my stuff ready for tomorrow and go to bed :/ ehhh, night!(: btw's I totally aced my geometry test! :D

Haiti, Temples of Petra, and Kitchen Technology!

I really want to send some money towards helping the victims of yesterday's deadly earthquake in Haiti. It breaks my heart): I had a good study session with Branislav yesterday but...lol...my dad thinks hes gay...! Hahhaha! So it turns out I already took my SAGE test and got a 49/50 on it last quarter. I felt so stupid when I brought in a whole notebook full of notes, only to realize that we already took the essay test. Jeez, I really felt like a gifted student then! I had my IB enrollment Monday night and I fille dout the form and next year I'm taking chamber orchestra and Pre-IB/ Challenge Art(: And all of my other classes, including Algebra II. Fun, right? But ey, I'm not complaining. I'm taking my geometry test tomorrow and I'm pretty sure I'm ready for it. I got assigned my TLC (Technology for Life Communications) partner...Raven Rooks. He's like tall, kind of handsome but not really dashing. I'd never like him. Ever. He has less brain cells than a rat because he probably smokes. And it sucks because he does nothing but sit there and say "Dude, that's totally Gee. Naw, man, just kiddin'" (and he's white and thinks he's a gangster, but, like Anthony Ramos, he's probably in a gang and has probably committed murder somewhere along the line). It's like, could you please speak in Englais? No comprehende? I got Kitchen Technology. At least we get to make brownies, right? Me, mostly. But still. In SAGE I was so bored (because we were doing this stupid discussion about what "gifted" really means and this self-evaluation thing) that I wrote down the months in a year, the numbers from 0-9, days of the week, colors of the rainbow, and the countries of the world. I've memorized 178 so far because I have a song that I sing that helps me remember... United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Haiti, Jamaica, Peru, Republic Dominican, Cuba, Carribbean, Greenland, El Salvador, too! Puerto Rico, Columbia, Venezuela, Honduras, Guiana, and still, Guatemala, Bolivia, then Argentina, Ecuador, Chile, Brazil!....I could go on, but I'd rather keep my valuable cheat to myself. Today in Geometry, I actually worked. And yesterday, I did a grande totale of 89 problems in my geometry book. If I fail this test, I'm going to hand in my vauluable work instead :/ My braces are okay now. Like, I'm used to them and everything, but it still kind of hurts to eat. Also in Geometry, Mr. Bradley put up a new "Where In The World" which I have gotten the past two times. Turns out, today's was a temple in a cliff in Petra, Jordan. Well, Caleb, who used to be the Wiz Kid in elementary and then "handed the torch to me" so to speak, looked it up in class! I got so irritated! Because the past few times I've actually known, just by my own absorption of knowledge, where the places are. He totally cheated! He could have at least waited until he got home! But, whatever. I also took like a whole (and I mean WHOLE like there is no white spot on that paper) page of notes for my Science Olympiad event, Solar Systems. I was proud of that(: And, for my novel, I checked out an Italian Traveler's Guide from the library. I thought it was pretty neat(: Well, I think I'm going to go write, so bye!!

Cheers,

Pray for the Haitians in this time.

On my way to hell |:

*laughs* Alright, so I just read...

You know, and I'm probably gonna go back on this in like a week, I just went back and read everything I had ever posted and...I don't care. It's like...Eh, who gives a flying cow anymore? >.< Hahahah! Braces hurt like no other, devil's spawn, but I'm sitting here on my couch watching the Science Channel eating homemade egg drop soup, listening to my new Paramore cd, making up a schedule for the nights I have Honor's Orchestra, and studying my geometry and SAGE. I promise, to myself and everyone else, this year's gonna be better. DEFINITELY(;

Carry on[;

BRACES :D

Going to get my new smile...and them to target for a new cd

Insomniac Chronicles...Part Three

Heyo everyone. It's me. Hannah.
So, tonight I don't have any pictures. I'm effing tired. That's right. The first Insomniac that's actually tired. I'm getting my braces at 8am. It's 5:53am. I'm going to call Isaac today because I think it's going to be totally awkward Monday... So I'm going to eliminate that right now. Anyway, I'm going to look horrible with braces. If I can't get a guy as it is....what the hell are little metal things gonna do? And my hair! Don't even get me started. I'm going to scream, absolutely scream, if anyone says anything about it.
To be frank, I'm scared.

-Hannah

Oh my god.

Well I'm at Sara's and there was this facebook group that was like "Soldiers are NOT Heroes" and so then there was this other group that was like "Petition to remove the group 'Soldiers are NOT Heroes'" and I joined it and then I told Sara and she was like "Why did you join that?" and I was like "Uh...because you don't see me or you over their working our asses off to protect America?" and she was like "They went over there to get oil." and I was like "No, they went over there to stop terrorism!" and it was really pissing me off because I have a cousin who's in the army! It's like why the hell would you even say that!?

Drinking a banana smoothy and playing spongebob monopoly.

:D

Ummm well I'm at Sara's....and my tooth hurts like a mother...ugh.... Ummmmm here's some cool stuff I found on the internet for your enjoyment :D

Holy ef.

Okay well I woke up at two, and I didn't know I had a dentist appointment at three until I aske dmy dad why he was home!?!! So Madeleine was already ready and I called my mom and was like "WTF!?" and she was like "I told you Monday, Hannah!" in her really snooty mom voice. So I just got yelled at and you know, she could have reminded me, um I don't know, YESTERDAY!!!!???? Ugh anyway, I made a tribute to Spirited Away last night and I'll post the link later on. Honestly, I don't wanna go to the dentist-my teeth are so screwed!

Madeleine Did my hair!

Call in sick!

OHMIGOD!
Idk. Well,
This thing did happen. It's called a blizzard and the gay dip's at my mommy's work are gonna make her get out in it.
"Call in sick," I said.
"Can't."
"Yes you can, where's your phone?"
"No, I mean they know."
"Oh. Well, I'll cough into the phone for you."
"They'll know."
"Tell them to screw off, that's what I'd do."
"Hannah, you'd do that because you wouldn't value your job too highly if you weren't looking through a telescope."
"Pfhhh, well."
XD! Lmao....yeah!
And Madeleine's gonna be here in ten minutes :D
See all you buggers LATA!

Uh oh...(:

Oh.
Did I sleep till three thirty again?
Uh oh. I'm never going to get to sleep for school...
OH WAIT THERE IS NO SCHOOL THIS WEEK!
Ahahahahha! I love Blizzards(:
So I was watching Family Guy last night and...well(:


Bahahahahhaha!!! Wellllllll I'mma go now. I'll be back later ;}

Fiftieth Post(:

Oh !@#$.
Did I really just stay up till four again doing pointless stuff on the internet for no apprent reason?
Yeah. Oh well.
Actually, my mom told me to stay up late I was like o.o? wtf? And she explained because she felt bad for leaving me home alone tomorrow (snow day) that she wanted me to just sleep the whole day like normal. I was like "w...t....f? LMAO!" XD Anyway, I'm going to bed-ran out of water in my eco-container and I'm too lazy to get up and get more. Goodnight, bloggers!
Oh, btw, this is my FIFTIETH post(:
This blog's getting pretty old!(x Lol!
P.S.-I'm married to Toni(: lmao....

:D World Thermostat

Muahahahha! My evil plan to change the world's thermostat is effective! Muahahah! NO SCHOOL!(: Again. Yes!


I'm writing. And I'm getting up tomorrow-for sure!

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Uh-Oh

Well...I think we're gonna have school tomorrow...and I just woke up...guess what time it is? 2:15 in the afternoon...shit...