The california branch of my family keeps sending me things without being prompted. Things make me happy for a short period of time, so I'm going to ride this wave into next week.
So far I've recieved:
The Tao Of Jeet Kun Do (by Bruce Lee, Tao of martial arts style he invented)
Kick The Cheat, with complimentary keychain and window clings.
30$
An autographed copy of The Basic Eight, inscribed "To Hannah, who hopefully isn't murdering her classmates-Daniel Handler". I don't get it, yet, but I shall delve into this book thickly.
I hope they don't send me anything else. I have enough! And thank you cards are cumbersome.
But I'm glad they sent me the stuff all the same.
The kick the cheat is so joysome..and cuddly..
good cheatycheatycheatcheat..
Bork.

marisasbrother Paul: *glares at Hannah* Evil.
Hannah: *glares at paul* Brunette.

Odd.
I like that.
So many expressions to mean "unfamiliar"
Weird.
How rare!
Now that's a horse of a different color.
You don't see that a lot.
Nice one O_o
What the fuck?
Psycho.
*clucks tongue*
?
Strange.
*horn honks*

I get at least one a day. If not more. You know, I get beat up on a lot more than people see. I spend a lot of time walking out in public. I think only emily's seen me get attacked. Maybe Molly. Funny. People always say they don't discriminate on dress when you ask them, but they do. They all do. I can feel looks on my spine. I know. Only Gabby and Tiffany insult me outright at school. Everybody else is in public or behind my back. I've been flashed, mooned, honked at, yelled at, called a dyke, goth, hippie..Its weird. Seeing peoples reactions. I just sort of wash behind my eyes and glaze over like I'm watching animals behind the glass at a zoo. I'm not in a cage, they are. Grotesque, pacing, feeding whatever people hand them, wanting to get out but never trying..just leering. I look at people who insult me. They think it works because I look sad. But I feel sad for them. Goddamnit, why do people have to be born this way? Doesn't it hurt? The karma they must get back for what they do without knowing it must kill..and they deserve it. But I only wish they knew they could be better. I wish they weren't blissfully happy captive animals.
Free the humans.
Ignore the "do not feed" signs.
I take pride and pleasure in vandalizing the cage and making holes, even if people refuse to acknowlege them.
You know what hurts even more?
Watching people who used to be free walk back into the cage.
I've had to watch very close friends do it. Some by their own will, some by love, some by temptation, some simply had their brain too fried out by drugs/tranquilizers to comprehend the free world.
Do you want to be safe, or do you want to be free?
I'm not safe. I get hurt a lot, I suffer..but I'd rather be out than in, ya hear? True I'm a wild bird, rough around the edges, probably diseased, nowhere near as pretty as all the kids in the cage, no guaranteed mate, ..but I can go wherever I want. I can FLY. That's important. I suffer. O hell yes people ignore me, yell at me, chase and taunt me like a goddamn pigeon, it rains all the time, its cold..but its worth it. Theres always the little girl who feeds me in the street or the clear day where I can just fly above the zoo and watch..and laugh..
craw. craw.

Becca, I apologize for this one in advance. O, and tae kwon do is 199$ for the summer, you can save up baka. You work. Sorta. You won't have the rest of the school year, but you get quality time with me! I work there all summer. Again, I apologize before quoting.

Matt Bartle: *working on a woodcut* *accident* Ow! I cut my own wrist!
Hannah: FINALLY!

I listened to "If" a few more thousand times because after blogging and linking to the lyrics, then reading the lyrics, I realized they looked extremely stupid on paper. I was wondering why I liked them in the first place. I agree with Ryan on this one, lyrics don't do justice to the music sometimes. The freaking thrashy guitars and drums combined with the hip hop drone on this tune really chills my blood. I love it. But I decided why the lyrics appeal to me. She just gets to it. Sure, she says what all the other slutty pop songs are saying, and thats annoying, but I gotta hand it to her for not dancing around the topic and trying not to offend anybody. She just comes out and says it, and shes not afraid. Which is nice. Takes a lot of hutzpah to do that in the music business. Most pop singers really just twirl around the topic and never actually say "sex" they go "oo come over my house bla bla" but they never actually delve into the graphics of what they were imagining. Not janet. Not janet at all. Thats part of why I did "Rope Burn" on green eggs&satire. I admire the lady sometimes. That superbowl thing...intentional or not, shaking the shit out of society's pattern and throwing everybody for a loop is something to be proud of. Especially when people start realize they're freaking out over a breast instead of people getting killed in Iraq. Its freaking hilarious. Not to mention, she's 40. How man 40 year olds can get away with this shit? Although I admit, shes sold a lot of her soul to conformity, i see a little spark left. Shes using conformity as a jumping bar to freak the rest of the world out. Her songs that are popular are not the cool ones. Not at all. They're the ones shes using to make money. Her living is conformity, her life is real music. Shes just as confused as me.
Same with outkast. The songs that get popular are by no means the ones I like the most.
training training raining.
I got a job at my tae kwon do studio as a secretary. This is why life isn't fair. People run around like asses looking for jobs and I walk two feet away from the damn changing room and pop the question and get "yes" two days later without an interview. Not fair, not fair at all. When things like that come too easy, I wonder what things are going to come hard that my nasty-liar karma might affect.

"So I come home one day and my girl is packing her bags and I say "whats going on?" and she goes "I'm leaving you! You're a pedophile!" so I says "That's a pretty big word for a twelve-year-old."-Italian stand up comedian. Weirdly cool.

My chem tutors breath kicks, but he's a nice guy. And he's old, so he can't help the breath thing. But he was pretty funny.
Rollerskating is my new sport. It flies and pains and stumbles all over the place. My road sucks. I need to borrow somebody's parking lot to practice in. Eventually I'll be rollerskating to school, but now I'm falling all over the place. It amuses the people on my street. It does not amuse my knees, but I wear wristguards so I can still write shit.
Aiyaa..lonelylonelylonely..
Its a mood, not a continuation of things. Sometimes its good to be lonely, you know what I'm saying? Sometimes you're better off watching other people fuck up then participating in it.
For once, I'm making a general statement without being vague about something else. That's comforting.
Something special is coming for me in the mail via my awesome uncle pete. I'm sure I'll be busting into school with it at some point laughing like an idiot.
You know whats a good song for me? If. By Janet Jackson (hold your seisures kids, its her older matierial). It has an awesome grungy funk beat with a bunch of thrashy drums and gee-tars. And the lyrics..aye, the lyrics..its interesting, its one of the first horny-girl type songs that isn't actually slutty. At least not in my eyes. Most of them are "Bla bla I am screwing you, come over here, oo I so bad, you is mines beedleedee come on over, I don't care who it is lalalala". This one is a bit better. True, sounds bad but its completely about fantasizing...If I was your woman/ the things I'd do to you/ but I'm not/ so I can't/ and I wont/ but/ If I was your girl.
The main difference is the emotion she puts behind it is a lot more truthful. Christina and other blonde psychos generally just sing whatever the record folk hand em. Janet actually believed what she was singing, though in the end I'll agree it isn't life-changing. Not terribly deep, but is human lust deep? Unless you actually get emotional attatchments involved in it, its one of the shallowest things in the world. One of those desires that you are born with the instinct to satisfy.
Aye scorpio must you rule everything in my world..
Twould be easier if I was a Virgo. I'd probably be a lot less distracted by these frickin' hormones. But see, I wouldn't be ME if I was a virgo..I could be Temma though! ^_^. Best of my recollection Meliss is a Virgo...maybe...Murliffa, are you a Virgo? (luckiness).
K, gotta go trim the wicks on some candles.

Mom: I can't believe the amount of money people spend on their kids' weddings.
Hannah: Yeah, I'm getting married in a hut. By wolves.
Dad: I doOOOOOOO *howls*

I don't remember where I took that quiz, could somebody please comment and put a link.
Friday night was the awesomely coolest creamy cheesey cheese creamy cheese..yup. A nate and a molly came over and we temporarily defiled mah street with sidewalk chalk. We wrote stories. Nate drew aliens. None of us wore shoes. We also took several hits from those wax bottles with the sugary flavorings. Hannahn'Naten'Molly are one of the more interesting combinations of people I've put together as of recent.
Nates xanga made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I haven't shaved recently, but thats besides the point. I signed up with xanga so I could comment, but I do not intend to make a page. Too many goddamn pop-ups for my blood. However, my username for that is ShortStackSutin. Cuz I'm short aaannd...
I'm sick and need to have a frontal labotomy and a job with an adult movie company if I want to ever fit in with the rest of society. But! I don't want to fit in. I'm running away with Ryan and Stasia once I've visibly scarred this world.
PSSA's are so easy. Academic access seems pointless to me now. Reading section today. Pssh. I finish those essay fuckers in 10 minutes. I am the essay fiend. People were text messaging eachother the answers during the math one :-D. Honestly I think it takes a certain amount of intelligence to cheat, so I don't quite mind when other people do it. Its just not for me. I have no cell phone.
Saturday was a molly and a jen and some anime I can't spell where one of the villians has the awesome power of vomiting legions of three-eyed wolves that attack people! I mean, how fucking cool is that! The other guy has a black hole in his hand! :-O. I also called ryan and farted into the phone, because I get ideas. The other idea I had that night was making knee-high boots out of tinfoil and ductape. That was hot. Molly only made one, I had matchzors. She called hers a bionic leg.
Sunday I did that church thing I usually do with that Sage thing that comes along sometimes.
Then! went to a crazy kickass play with my mom.
Tonyn'Tinas wedding. Its not a play, its an experience, k?
Basically its like being in a real wedding. The play happens in a wedding reception hall. Instead of tickets, you get invitations. You play the guests in the wedding of a really dysfunctional Italian family. No stage, no separation from the crowd..you are actually in these people's wedding. You miss a lot of the lines because everything happens all around the room at once like it would in a real wedding. But actors play all of the characters and family and stuff. They just talk to you like you're real wedding guests. Its fucking crazy. I loved it. And you get food! Like at real weddings! And you get to dance! like at real weddings! But it was basically like being inside a really funny play. Jumping through a movie screen as it were. Freaking awesome. And the best sausage I'd ever eaten point blank. I told the lady who served it that. She said "and you know why? Cuz grandma made it, thats why! Heres extra!" and she filled my entire plate with sausage. She was being comedic, but I ate all of it. Because it was fucking amazing. Sausage usually grosses me out, but this..wow..
As you can tell, this is an audience participation gig, seeing as the audience plays characters in the play. And since I picked that day to dress in hues of neon orange and black along with combat boots, a tie, and a newsboy hat...the "family" was all over me. hazard of dressing like a traffic sign. I got to dance with the gay guys. They're awesome. I should be a fag hag when I grow up. Conidering the fact that hooking a man of my liking and of liking me is very verrry unlikely. The husband qualities I require are about two steps away from being abusive, and those types go for the wilted-flower types, not the looking-for-a-decent fight types.
Except tyler. He radiates testosterone like baking bread radiates the yum... He will be mine, o yes..
"O hey! I didn't recognize you with your clothes on!"-This is how the grooms dad first addressed me. Crazy fat italian actor bastard..