Do you believe in miracles?
Just a question I want to put out there. Anyway, somehow Knocked Out By My Nunga-Nungas was in the school library (??QM??). O well. Don't question the fortunate. I checked it out and have been laughing my head off.
excerpt-"Oh Blimey O'Reiley's pantyhose...what is the point of Shakespeare? I know he is a genius and so on, but he does rave on. What light doth through yonder window break? It's the bloody moon for god's sake, Will, get a grip!!"
O man. Love it.
I would go out now, but I asked my dad to make tacos for dinner and If I go out theres a probability I will end up at someones house and want to eat dinner there. I will after dinner though. I feel like walking barefoot again. Mainly because it just rained. Wet grass is theraputic for poor, sore, board-kicking feet. I might show up at somebody's house. If it starts to get dark, I'll go home. That is basically the only damper on my "I'm going out for a walk" freedom. Apparently the world becomes more dangerous in the dark and I'm not allowed to be out alone after the fact. O well. Not like racing against the sun isn't a fun challenge anyway.
"Anywhere is within walking distance if you have the time."-Steven Wright.

Haha that was one crazy night.
Purple belt test. Passed with flying colors. The color flying the highest was purple. I broke that friggin board with just one kick! No embarrasing retakes for me!
Lock in. Watched a knight's tail :-) (ooo shirtless Heath OOOO). Played volleyball well for the first time in my life. Hung w/ kool folk includzing KT. Whackenwash lettuce. Contemplated changing my name to Fernando Wackenwash. I'll use that in the next chapter of Zzyzzlewhig. If KT ever writes chapter 2 and 3/4 that is (shoots a slightly dissaproving look). I was reading over those the other day. A lot of stuff I mentioned in there was truly derived from the 8th grade state of mind I was in when I wrote it. Eh. O well. Made like 43 hoagies at around 6 am. Finally dug up the family gene from my dad's side that allows me to sleep anywhere under any conditions. Proved by conking out on a hardwood floor for an hour w/ only one pillow. I am the champion of worm wrestling! I beat two people. Although I think i might have broken Laura Seholtzer. I am a violent personage. My dad picked me up at 8.

Dad:So, how was it?
Me: Fun.
Dad: (Pause) you smell like hoagies.

Note I never told him I was going to make hoagies.

"Mike man, you got like SKIN all over your face.."-Me. I get a bit loopy around 3 in the mawning.

Purple belt. Purple belt. Purple belt.
Starbucks double shots rock my socks.
I am testing for my belt. I am not ready. I need to practice. Nowish. I'll make this short.
Church lock in w/ KT an Emily an Mike an Julia an Laura an so many other awesome personnes! Bringing a puzzle and an extra double shot sos I don't knock out too early. Helping them make hoagies as well. Yahoo diddly oo.
MmmMMmm double shot is rockin my brain. Gotta kick. Catcha on the flipside dudes.
"Insanity doesn't run in my family. It gallops."-Cary Grant

We wish to welcome you to munchkin land!
O lord WEIRDEST day ever. After Bio, returned to Overlook w/ character cafe book club folk to read to the small ones. Field trip to the old country, woot!
Wow. Blast thru the past. I got attacked by several children that somehow remember me ("Are you HANNAH?" "umm..i think so.."). I hugged every teacher except Mr. Wilkins because he's a Mr and thats a bit awkward. He said he'd beat down any guy who tried to mess w/ me though ^_^ I forgot how much I missed him. I also got to see Hanlon, and Reynolds, and Rusch and all the other people who were my friends when I had none cuz I was a friggin loonie with pink leggings.
Also, just the general joy of messing with small children's minds. Questions and answers is how they function. They forget anything off the mark you say a few seconds later if you just say a bunch of stuff after it.

Little Kid:(Points to picture of Alligator) What's the Alligator's name?
Me: Fred.

Other Little Kid:(Points to random Dr Seuss creature) What's that?
Me: Flickertailed Lummox. They get in my basement sometimes.

Me:Have you ever been to a circus?
Kid #1: I've been to like 10 circuses.
Kid #2: I've been to 11.
Kid #3: I"ve been to13.
Kid #1: Wait..(looks thoughtful) I think I've been to like 15 circuses.

Me: Anyone know a good joke?
Best kid ever: Beaver wearing sneakers.

Little Kid: I killed a cheetah!
Me: Me too! It was running so fast I had to ride my bike to get it! Then I got it with my super spear!
(gullible children stare in awe)

"Roses are red/ violets are Blue/ oatmeal's lumpy/ your head is too."-Possibly the sweetest little girl I've ever asked to write a poem.

Yesterday's poem was one about an issue that screws with my head. Falling for the wrong guy. I personally think that if you love the person, they love you back, and there is no abuse or murder or any other extreme circumstances happening at present, all outside grudges, stereotypes, and past experiences are null and void. If they start to act up, you can kick their ass or dump them. But all this business about being uncomftorble w/ dating friends of family, or siblings of friends, or recent ex-boyfriends of friends..it shouldn't be uncomftorble. If they were an ass once, it doesn't nessecesarily mean they will be again. A guy can treat your best friend like an ass and you like a princess, because believe it or not, people learn from mistakes and MATURE! And meanwhile, if you say you like the guy in question, people badmouth you behind your back (ew, she likes HIM?) ect, ect. Giving someone a bad name just because they like someone. You don't even need to hurt anyone to get talked about these days.
So after esplaining my random post, lets see if anything actually happened today.
Hmmm. Not yet. But I'm going to see Degas and the Dansh tonight w/ Alyssa and my friggin purple belt test is FRIDAY! Ahhhh not ready. But if you are interested in showing up give me a ring-a-ding-ding on the tizelephone.
Finished West Side Story in drama today. Ehe, the class got to see me cry. That is the one and only movie that makes me cry. And its every freaking time I watch it too! I've seen it like 20 times! Yeesh.
By the way i have a 68 in world civ and a 54 in bio. Ehe. I don't hand things in. I am confident i can bring it up in the next two weeks to at least c's. Those are less painful than an E and an F. Aherm.
"Hannah, you're a fucking genius!!!!"-my mom called me @ alyssa's just to tell me that i got in the 99th percentile for PSSAs. Shit. 17/20 narrative, 20/20 persuasive. Whoaa shit.

Need creeps in my troubled mind
groping for a love to find
eyes lock on a fallen man
who's death to my attention span
for personality is all
it takes my tortured soul to fall
set the rack, thumbscrews tight
the social torture takes its flight.
Family kills to no end.
He used to be your brother's friend.
I do not like his looks, his hair
hang her on the rack right there.
Friends singe with a fire poke.
You could do better, what a joke!
I have a grudge I can't let go
I dated him six months ago.
He messed around with friends best friend
He can't mature, his ways won't end.
How can you even speak his name?
I'll scorch your skin to spark your shame.
We must be cruel to be kind
it's only for the best you'll find.
W'ell take you down from dungeon wall
being our dearest friend and all
but purge all thoughts so theres no shame
smite all love for x'ed-out name.
He cannot change his ways my dear.
you're stuck with useless love I fear.
Go back to school now, don't be shy
go find yourself another guy
so my mind doth bend and keel
so tired of this deadly wheel
But need for love will always win
Set the rack for one more spin.

"Ahh yes, divorce. Derived from the latin word meaning to rip a man's genitals out through his wallet."-Robin Williams.

Weeeeeeeeee *flop*
Ehe daydaydaydayday (Caffiene..supply..slowing...)
So..i know what I did today but I forget where I started.
Ok i woke up. I know that.
Umm....
Mom was home sick..then somehow i was talking to sage..O! Instant messenger, that's the one.
Ok so i wanted to hang out w/ sage so I met him at the mall bus stop at two. We were in williams sonomah and KB toys and bought SAMURAI SAGE WARRIOR TO SAVE THE WORLKD! And bubbles. And then starbucks. Then Ru's. Then Overlook playground. Defaced school property. Not really. I scratched "cornbread" into the playstructure w/ my keys. Aherm. Then I wasn't wearing shoes. Then we were at Barnes and Nzoble for MORE STARBUCKS and S-dog gave me one of his old gift card thingies w/ 16$ left :-D Weee! Then I hadst to go home.
I keep forgetting I can sing *shrug*.
Need anime. Now. Need to listen to a language besides french and english.
Marley, I swear to god i'll have the traveling pants book back by next week..sheesus, had it for what five months? Blerf.
Mind failure! POwerrringdownn..
"I saw a woman with a shirt that said "Guess" on it and I said "Thyroid problem?""-Arnold Shwarzenagrrrican't spell it.

Long blog entry? You don't know what that is until you read this. If you need to use the bathroom, now's the time kiddies.
Day. I come home from this day severely sunburnt, blistered, callused, bruised, cut up, dirty, sore, and tired. But I'm happier than I have been for a long time.
I woke up to a rude awakening. Sort of. My mom had hidden the easter baskets, Isabelle was awake, and I needed to help her find them. Yeesh. I dragged myself out of bed and read the clues (all written on post its) or tried to. I can't concentrate that early. But we found them. Full of all the candy in the world. And I got cofee. Family. Ben and Irv's. Breakfast. Mmmmm. Pancakes that I can't exactly finish..
Isabelle and I painted easter eggs and ran around the house maniacly for awhile. Then it was time for her to go. Isabelle's suitcase was packed and we were out the door. Next thing I know I'm waving goodbye to her on a bus. I know I'll miss her. She was an awesome exchange student.
In the car I felt sad. But when i got out of the car outside my house, I breathed free air. I took a look at my house and knew I couldn't stay there.
I got six bucks, my keys, slapped on a homestar tatoo, put a wreath of flowers in my hair, picked up a purple ribbon dancer and bid my mother goodbye. Out into the world I leapt. Beauty. Sunshine. Grass. I buried my face in flower bushes and inhaled. Early celebration of Beltane. Ooo i need some. I danced and ran and screamed and sang like no tommorow. I ran past Ryans house and blessed it with my ribbon wand yelling "I AM SISTER OF TARA AND BROTHER OF THE EARTH!" and ran on. I waited for a ten minute eternity for the bus to pick me up. Someone in a car said I looked like spring. Fuck that, I WAS spring. The bus glided me to Jenkintown and I ran on. Down to Alverthorpe manor and the small doorway in the Ivy-covered wall that leads to the sculpture garden. I ran in with my head low and my shoes in my hands (which I had taken off once the bus dropped me in Jenkintown) and looked around. Nobody. For miles it seemed. Not a sould on the planet. I jumped on the sculpture gardens poarch and screamed and laughed and yelled freedom. I cast my shoes and ribbon to the side and rolled down the hill. I felt fucking delirious with sun and grass. I buried my face in it. I found a shady spot and laid down and rolled in the dirt and grass and bugs. I then found a sunny spot and flopped down. I slept for maybe an hour. when I woke up, A guy was there with an easel a little ways off on the porch of the art center. I went over to the up-house down-house sculpture and began to walk up it. There were hornets. And spiders. I walked right through them. They didn't touch me. Au contrare, they freaking parted. I am moses. mosetta, if you will. I went to a stone circle that I saw directly below and turned circles around it with my ribbon. I sat down in the middle of it and thought. Then it was time to leave somehow. I left. I glanced at the mans easel. There was a picture of a girl on it. I made out a purple ribbon from the distance i was at. He he. Trixy people painting me in my sleep..
I walked to starbucks. I had all the time in the world. I passed some nasty people. Derrogitory, horrible asses waiting for a bus. They were black. One was mooning the others. I walked past them. They yelled after me. Ooo she saw ur ass thats why she's walking to the side! Daaamn her butt is flat! That's a flat butt! Asses. I don't concern myself with stupid people. I move along.
Starbucks. Used their bathroom then indulged in a Venti Chai Cream Frappucino (ooo drinks with four names are tasty. Unless its a Crap Mold Festering Fuckshake.) and a Chocolate Chip Cookie. Then the man working behind the starbucks counter spazzed in a way that proves caffiene is a drug. I'll say what he was yelling, then what he did while he was yelling it to kind of get the image in your heads.
"I'M A MONKEY! I'M A MONKEY! I'M A MONKEY! WHO'S THAT? IT'S THE RUGRATS VERSUS ME! BECAUSE I'M A MONKEY!" Okey, first he was just yelling, then he jumped on the glass dessert thing, then he picked up a "Rugrats versus the monkey" book and flashed it around, then ran in back of the store. I am a mayhem magnet.
I waited for the bus home and sang myself through a million fiona apple songs. All deep wonderful lyrics, songs and melodies that are honey on your throat to sing. Pain when she wrote it. I hitched my bus to welsh road. I then walked down the road and very swiftly was at Ryans house again. I saw him fighting some other kid with a stick. I figured what the hey and ran into his yard. I stayed there. I was introduced to his friend (Tyler) and his mom. Ryans mom announced I was sunburned. I looked at my bright red back and was like :-O when did THAT happen?Then I remembered I fell asleep in the grass in broad sunlight. Aherm. O well. I climbed one of Ru's trees. It was V comfy to sit in. Then I called my folks to see what was up. They were going to the movies. I asked Mizus Collins if there was enough food there for me. They were cooking easter dinner. Understandably so. It was easter. I was invited. I stayed. I got the first real easter dinner I've had in years. Real easter dinner is food I like with people I like. Hasn't been the case for the past five or six. After dinner, I climbed the tree again and Tyler and Tylers mom (who was very helpful in putting aloe on my burnt back) had to leave. Me and Ryan talked in a tree and out of a tree. Ate brownies. Good ones. I realized my flip flops were missing somewhere in Ryan's yard. I never actually found them, but they were crap anyway. I only had them so I could enter starbucks. I was driven home and now I'm blogged.
I got my fill of earth today. Now I need to sleep. I'll sleep like a rock i think. Or do rocks sleep? They just kind of exist..
"The only head you've ever gotten is on your neck!"-Ru on what to say to womanizing idiots.