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Somewhat interesting day. Also a poem. I guess you can tell this is going to be long. Too bad. I post long. It's my nature. So deal w/ it!
Anyway, had my two dance classes this morning. Preparing for next weeks workshop w/ moncell in philly which will be tiring. 5 dance classes in a row. I will get a lot of sleep and drink at least a gallon of cofee that morning. But it is going to be well worth it. The teachers are the best in hip hop choreography today. Some of them choreograph for Missy Elliot and Mariah Carey and Busta Rhymes videos. Good people. They have funny names too. Sugarpop, Mr Wiggles, Stretch..
Anyways Marley and I hung in New Hope today. Then we came back and watched chinese food and ate Mystery Men. No, reverse that..Marley is cool. We are number one. All others are number two or lower.
Poem. Submitting it to lit mag contest. Heres the thing, i want to win second or third place. They get mall gift certificates. Grand prize is a palm pilot. Let me tell you something. I don't want a friggin palm pilot. I'll sell it and go shopping at the mall.

The Schedule

Day by day begin to see
School may be the end of me
learning for my future task
why so painful I must ask

Woke too early
bus too late
wait the cold out
won't see straight

Now at school
see the peers
theres the bell
schedule leers

Now 8:10
period one
honors bio
morning stun

Missed announcements
tuned out pledge
America, sorry
lost my edge

9:09
good for art
gone too fast
break my heart

10:03
Parlez-vous?
honors french
turns the screw

Now 4/5
stomach rumble
H World Civ
thoughtless mumble

Now 6/7
gym to change
rather be shot
at close range

Back to locker
slam the door
lunch is slimfast
nothing more

Gulp it down
feel the stench
lunch too fast
stomach wrench

Hear the bell
climb the stairs
cramp myself
in torture chairs

Math is numbers
smite the muse
learn equations
you won't use

Why waste time
on this I say
If your ambition
is a DJ?

Theres the bell
lift my head
bolt for english
better said

Spoken english
all my days
much more useful
not amazed

Bell is ringing
Done at last
day now lost
in the past

Hit the locker
spin the dial
walk for home
tired mile

Day by Day begin to see
School may be the end of me
learning for my future task
why so painful I must ask

I think its worth second place! Or i may burn it and draw something. I am soo shifty at times
Bonus points in my life's video game. Missing school to go help mom with some event she's having at the school she teaches at on Monday. Sweet.
"Even if only 1/10 of your days are happy, isn't it worth living the other nine days just to wait for the tenth one?"-My dad on suicide. He says good things.

So! Just got back from KT's hizouse. Marley, Bess and Sara were there. We watched the king and I and ate fudge. Then sara and Bess left and the three of us discussed boyfriends, weird dreams, and horror movies.
This got me thinking on boyfriends. First of all i officially declare the whole Martin Alexion affair full moon insanity and never to be spoken of again. It will come back to haunt me knowing my luck, but it won't come to pass because I don't feel anything for him at this point. I need to find someone around or above my age. Martin completes two unsuccessful attempts on younger people in the last 2 months. Pathetic with a capital S for sad. I am working out possibilities in my head. Here is a list of people who haven't already said no or aren't currently taken and a comment for each respective one.

Matt Bartle-No way in hell
Nick Clabbers-Hmm. Childhood friend, prally wouldn't go for it.
Dave Summerall-Evil twin
Jeff Summerall-Good twin, but likes Jenna Silver.
Shane Eyeler-hmm. Could do a lot worse here. Possibility. Can't think of how i'd start it though.
Alex Tucker-Hahahaha o jesus what kind of a freaking image is that! Move along.
Scott Vernick-Out of my league. Nice kid, availible, but a lot of competition. Must be the sparkly blue eyes. Also a crush on Mary Troxel, who should freaking go out with him. Lucky duck.
Eric Boon- NO!
Bryant Spitco-I don't know if he's availible. Hmm. Prally not though. I can't seem to picture that.
Ben Jaye-I wouldn't say no if he asked first, but a friend (leaving name out on purpose please do not ask I am under life or death circ. here) likes him and I will not intervene here. I think he may not be availible actually. Difficult to know.
Nate Jones-Ha! Just a friend. I think he likes Gina Kim as well.
So what am I left with? Shane Eyeler, huh? I need to check more options. I'm almost positive that wouldn't work out. Tenth graders reading please scan the high school for someone with good hygeine that is desperate but not too perverted and creepy. Creepy is ok, not perverted/stalker/creepy to an insane and threatening degree. Small amounts are tolerable. I have low standards in pretty much all other areas in general.
"If your parents didn't have children, chances are you won't either."-Dick Cavett

I don't have titles on my blog, but if I did todays title would be "excercise and restraint".
The excercise-mad running and volleyball in gym, uncomftorble sans-umbrella trek from school to Abbies thrift shop to my house, and Tae Kwon Do later.
Restraint numero uno-Had to restrain myself from buying everything in abbies and just getting the blazer I needed in drama. I definetely need the other money. Kristen is selling me some of her old subtitled anime tapes tommorow ^_^. Restraint number two- not hitching a septa bus or buying hot chocolate between abbies and my house for the same reason. Third restraint. Had to choose between sit down lunch with friends and finishing a math test. I chugged my slimfast and ran upstairs. Damned grades. Double damned lack of study halls. Restraint number four- not whacking Mr Malis in the mouth for assigning such a whacky test. Whacko.
I made some bitchin fingerless gloves out of black and yellow duct tape in english. Sadly I'll haveta peel them off when i get to tae kwon do. Blecch.
"A sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree."-Spike Milligan

...It has begun.
Freaking war. Freaking Bush. Freaking pandas. I know it's their fault.
Almeda put I <3 hannah on her cam :-D!! I <3 you too Almeda!
Best tae kwon do ever yesterday. We learned how to whack knives outta people's hands. Fun stuff. Don't even try to stab me, because I'm prepared! No stabsies!
I wrote myself a theme song because I felt depressed yesterday. It's not finished nor do I feel like posting the current lyrics. I will tell you its called "A 1/4 irish drinking song".
I'm supposedly seeing langman today. Hopefully it will work out.
Right now I'm in the compy lab. I finished plugging in my schedule requests for next year. I broke into Walter's grade thing ^_^ he's failing health. Poor sucker. B's in everything else. I can't access the abington web page at my house, so my parents won't be able to see my grades next year. SCORE!
Hmm not much else to say. Except a quote!
"You know, it's a bad idea to drink a can of gravy." My bro after complaining all day of a stomachache.

I am emotionally outta whack today. I think it went in hour increments of Happy-angry-Depressed-Worried-Happy-Nervous/angry-Overly happy-monotone. I'm stuck at monotone/ slightly worried at this point. My parents are missing. I hate it when this happens. Where the hell did they sneak off to? It's always somewhere normal and shtoopid, but it doesn't comfort me to know that if something did happen it would take me about 6 hours to notice. The normal missing time for them is like 4 hours. 5 or 6 i'm really worried. I am in hopes that they'll arrive home soon with some form of dinner. Otherwise i will have to feed myself and scream at my empty house.
If Bush declares war and my parents find a good protest for tommorow I get to skip school and go with them. I hope bush doesn't declare war, but I love my hippie parents for the thought. They also said if abington junior had a walk out of students for the war on iraq and I walked out and got suspended-exact words from dad-"we don't give a flying fuck!". Wow. This is why i'm worried when they don't come home.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."-Groucho Marx

Health again. Lab again. Bored again. I can't really concentrate on anything in this class. I'm caught between Nate and Izzy fighting over Gina ^_^ much more amusing than LSD. And once again, I make posters and write essays at home where It's easier to keep my mind on one thing. I still have to do an Emotional Needs essay in this class. You know what my emotional need is? People need to shut up for a few minutes! Every once in awhile i can't stand the sound of people's voices. This seldom happens in school, but it is now! In science i kept getting mad at people for asking stupid questions. Useless blabber. Usually this kinda crap occurs when I am in the car w/ my mom and she keeps asking me questions. That makes me so angry. If I felt like talking about my day, I would! Thats why I like my dad. He doesn't ask me anything in the car. Either its silence, him talking about himself or world issues, or me talking cuz i feel like it! Mom is just annoying. She won't accept that sometimes I don't want the friggin' radio on in the car and I don't want to talk to her.
I've started to notice that my blog posts are too long, but I often have a lot to get off my mind. eeek i hate war. Booo war.
"You cannot prepare for and prevent war at the same time."-Albert Einstein

A lot of really unimportant things to blog about!
First! I was so beat when I came home today. I walked. Anyway, I was looking in the fridge for something cold to drink and for some reason the maple syrup caught my eye. I took out one of my grandma's old shotglasses and did like six shots of maple syrup. Now I'm revitalized, refreshed, and slightly kooky in the mind. I've been having a weird day for food in general. I ate lasagna for breakfast.
Wore my The Cheat hoodie for the first time out today. Random people just kept running up to me going "THE CHEAT!" and i was like :-) woot woot.
Fell asleep in Social Studies. I had a weird dream too. Me and Katie were outside the starbucks in the mall in pajamas. She asked me if Ryan was there yet and I was like "I don't know". Then I woke up just in time to hear Mr Broben (the student teacher) ask "What is a fraternity?" and I raised my hand and said "Brotherhood!" and Mr Broben is like "Yes! Hannah is on the ball today!". :-) they do say that sleep improves your studies.
I was feelin a bit out of order this morning, so I read some of the signatures in my yearbook. They always cheer me up. Here are some of the more interesting ones.

Hey Hannah! O JESUS this year was screwed up. PENIS! Have a gr8 summer-Emily George

Hey Hannah! Don't smoke pot or sniff apple juice-Katarina Thompkins

No appointments without notice except between 9 and 10pm on second saturdays -Monica Wagner

Hannah, It's like my pool is tearin' ass around the yard! A balloonisim? What they hell you talking 'bout Frylock? Well Pocahontas, I have to fly away but I will be back! Again! Chocolate Milk! Oh God, it's great! Now move b/f I shoot you w/ my handgun!-Emily

HANNAH, We will seduce hot bus drivers! And make worm sacrifices to the wormy gods! AHAHAHA! (scratches eye) ahem..sry..I'll calm down now. It was great meeting you this year! Maybe w'ell have classes with eachother next year. -Always, the human coke machine, AKA Danielle

Hannah you are as funny as a monkey covered in butter. I love you. You're soo funny.-Sage

Hi hannah. Remember, don't pick up the soap.-Omar

Hannah, Weasmunk! I heart you! Even if you are blind as a lemur without eyes..and you are as funny as an Okapi becoming a stock broker and climibing his way to th top. Right. -Katie

Caterpillar.-Doug Farber

Real proof that my friends are almost as crazy as I am! Mom bought me a no war on Iraq shirt and a peace button. They collectively smell like incense. American Idol is on tonight! Way to go Trenyce, you win for me!
"If I had 37 chromosones, would I be a dog?"-Jeff Summerall, in my bio class.

Walter's band is here again. They are getting better every day. I like how the drummer isn't here. He is annoying. They are developing a song about the singer's ex-fiancee. It is entitled "fuck you and your cat". It is hysterical and not as bad as usual. I managed to gracefully get up and sit down on the floor next to my chair while they were here. Luckily only the singer saw it. I got a standing ovation from him.
Also! My the cheat hoodie came in the mail :-D I will never stop wearing this darling until it gets above 80 degrees. I also got two tatoos and two coasters. That reminded me of the witch catalog that used to give me free incense with all my orders. They stopped doing that because of all the anthrax though :-(. My parents and brother do not understand the cheat. They are like "what the hell is that?" or "I don't get it". Abe got it though because Abe is still awesome.
Hahaha Danielle Westermann's b/f goes to my tae kwon do studio! I hadn't the slightest idea! We are both festive St. Patrick's day green belts.
So! Pretty much my day. The cheat is awesome.
"My band is like "No Abe, write songs about society" and I'm like "But I wanna write songs about dead flaming cats!""Abe on Sonar Mellowship.

So! Bored as health. Health class. I'm doing a poster about LSD. Fact: I do posters at home. Not here. So a pretty lsd site is minimized and I am typing.
By the way this blogger site happens to be acting like a bitch and had one of my posts posted twice even though i deleted it. It is also not letting Alyssa get her own blog. Stoopidness. Blech. I'm not even sure if this will get posted!
Happy st. pattys day i think. My stomach hurts. A lot. I can't really call my dad cuz hes at his fun little computer farenzics course still. But i'm wearing green. I must be supportive of my quarter irish heritage. I wish I had a straighter cultural heritage to identify to instead of being and Irish-Russian-German. Mostly Russian. But I still wish I was very irish like Ryan or Emily.
O dear lord mom's making ham and cabbage crud tonight >_< i despise irish food. Gas factory. Cabbage smells like feet.
I feel so sleepy. That peace vigil put me in the mood for a 14 hour nap. Unfortunately it was a school nite. And i have tae kwon do today. I'm going to die there. I hope we don't have to spar. Sparring is for knuckleheads. We have to wear this gear that is blazing hot and weird-looking. And then i get to kick people. Only good part of that gig.
"I eat confetti."-The first sentence to pop in my mind when i tried to think of a quote.

My blah somehow transformed to a state of serene calmness. Good for that.
The cuban food was delish. Apparently it was the same place J.Lo had her birthday party this year. I started laughing uncontrollably in the bathroom because the sector of my mind that comes out with improv jokes suddenly said "I bet this is where J. Lo dropped a bomb!". Great food though. My virgin pina colada came in a coconut with straws in it ^_^.
The peace vigil was so mellow and relaxing. I need to do more of those. Rittenhouse square, surrounded by candles and silence. Beautiful air. The weather became my kind of cold again. I am still in a state of blank bliss. The most incredible part was near the end when everyone was singing give peace a chance. But it was really soft and non abrasive. I loved it. I took many pictures. I hope they come out. It was rather dark.
"Join the military! Go great places! Meet wonderful people! Kill them!"-My dad.

I'm in a blah state at the moment. Stomach issues. To freaking warm outside. Most people say it's a nice day but honestly i much prefer cold. Not biting nasty cold, but the bordeline kind where you have to wear a jacket but the breeze doesn't turn your nose red or hurt your ears. We appear to have skipped that climate this year.
The snow makes me smile. How in the world is it still there. It's just like "dammit, its not april yet so we aint goin nowhere". Conversely, the birds are being pathetic. "Ha! We stayed through a month of cold and crap so this would happen! I knew it would happen! I don't care if my cousin froze to death last month, I'm still here! So i'm gonna chirp about it and piss Hannah off! chirp chirp chirp.."
I feel so monotone at the moment. It's bad timing because I have to do math homework. In this kind of mood I am only fit to stare or type. I literally sat in bed with my hat over my eyes and just kinda half-slept for an hour. I know i wasn't asleep because I kept lookng at my watch to make sure I didn't do it for more than an hour.
I'm not really sure where it came from. This morning i seemed ok. I watched an anime movie, then i hitched myself down to Target for some Taco Bell lunching and Sobe. I got a camera battery at Rite Aid then I set off for my house. When I got home, I died. My mind just washed out and all I could do was sit with my hat over my eyes.
We are going to a candlelight peace vigil for the war on Iraq tonight in Philly. Dinner at Cuban restraunt also. Ironically, My parents and brother just had a huge fight about him going. Walter wins. He's not going. Mom only involved because the yelling and cussing interupted her Yoga. I sat in my room with my hat over my eyes, the whole thing kinda sounded like a badly turned on radio.
Hopefully the cuban food and such will put a bit of more interest in being alive tonight. I seldom actually want to die, but sometimes life can be too boring and blank. Actually wanting to die gets erased once you believe in reincarnation. Because then you know dying will just make you live somewhere else potentially worse.
So! Frequently arguing parents and mentally blank daughter light wax for peace tonight. Fighting for peace happens to be an oxymoron, so we aren't doing that.
"You know what the world needs? Black Jello."-George Carlin