I'm so incredibly sick of people.

that is all

Quick Lil Poem

Tonight I went to a pool party.

Tomorrow I'm not going to work.

Then I babysit the day away.

Now I'm left to pondering life's worth.

Since the fourth of July is coming up, here is a poem...

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i can't decide when to cry.

should i do it now when my house

is silent or do i keep it pent up

like a firecracker stuck inside

of a barbie's head on the fourth of july.

we used to do that together. Blowing up dolls

till a parent found us in the road.

I can't decide if it's better to turn

my eye sockets into personal fountains

which can efficiently pour out my misery,

or to become a naked plastic barbie doll

with dog bites covering its surface,

and burst into burning, fragmented pieces.

- 

You can probably figure out when I wrote this. 

Adventures with HTML- Vol. I

Hannah, What Is This Crap?

Lately not much has been going on. I don't really do much except go to work and read. So I decided to start learning how to write HTML code. It's pretty fun. What I really want to learn is CSS but I figured I should start from the bottom up. Random thought- I wonder what this will look like once it's posted? I'm currently writing in HTML format with all the tags and such, and I wonder how Chrome will interpret it? I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT

To bold words in HTML you have to add the tag "strong" every time you want to bold something. I can only think of Equius whenever I use it. Life.

WOW this is super boring I'm probs gonna delete it later. Until then, keep on being amazing

PS THIS IS WHAT MY "CODE" LOOKS LIKE IT'S SO LAME

You Are Missed, But Not Forgotten.

Friday night I came home at 9:30 to bad news. My dad showed my mom something in the newspaper that almost made her scream. Alex, our 19 year old  neighbor, died that morning at 3:45 am from crashing her car. At first I thought I'd thought I heard my mother incorrectly. No, Alex didn't pass away. I saw her last week. This can't be happening.

I was numb. She was one of my best friends growing up. Even though she was three years older than I, we became fast friends when her grandmother moved in across the street from my house. I was in first grade. She was the one who rang our doorbell, asking to play with us. I spent so many summers with her, my brother, and the other neighborhood kids. We filmed stupid movies together, we played video games together, we created recipes together, we made memories together. Even during the school year we'd hang out whenever she was at her grandmother's house (which was just about every day).

Her visitation was this evening. My whole family went, and the church was full of family and friends of Alex. I immediately spotted her grandmother (Leona) and gave her a hug. She's almost 90, but she hugged back with the strength of someone half her age. She had her arm tight around my waist for a few minutes as we talked about Alex and all of our memories. Growing up I didn't just know Alex. I was able to spend time with her whole family. Her house was like a second home to me. I knew where everything was located in the kitchen, I knew how to work the TV, and I spent the night there on occasion. Leona couldn't believe how much I've grown.

Seeing Alex's mother was hard. We were waiting in a line of people to see her and when my family got the the front she looked at me and we immediately hugged. I couldn't stop the tears that came. I cried into her shoulder and we hugged for a good long while. She said that she has so many memories of Alex and I. She also said how much it means to Alex that I was there. I started to cry again.

Another thing at the visitation was a table set up with a lot of Alex's favorite possessions. I could have spotted her pink violin from 100 feet away. I remember the day so many years ago when it got to her house from Ebay and she couldn't stop playing it. It's much dingier now. Another item on the table was a big Scooby Doo stuffed animal. Seeing those things made me absolutely break down. She loved Scooby Doo. I remember seeing pictures she drew of him hung up on the walls of her grandma's house. I remembered so many of the things on the table. It broke my heart so much I had to walk away so I wouldn't start sobbing in front of everyone.

There was a big poster set up for people to write on. I signed it, saying how much we miss her, and how cherished our summer memories are. Other people wrote that they'll miss her smile, and hearing her laugh. People wrote down her nicknames and other inside jokes. She is so loved. She was such a happy person and her smile and laugh were infectious. She was so funny she made me lose control of my bladder on multiple occasions.

I wrote an incredibly personal poem about her passing, and I think I  may post it once I have come to terms with this more fully. I still feel like I could see her shoveling snow in front of her grandma's house this Christmas.

EDIT: I've decided I want to post the poem. I wrote it friday night all in one sitting. I wrote and wrote until I felt I had told the story as best as I could. It might not make much sense, but here it is:

I remember it was a Friday night.

Your mom had just dropped you off

at your grandmother’s house after your

dance recital.

You came directly across the street to my house

Face pink from what I assumed was the summer heat

Your body tired from moving to music that

I can’t remember the name of.

You told me you missed your dad.

I never met him. He died before we met.

He and your mother loved you so,

so much. They tried so hard for a baby

and adopted you as a third member of their family

before he died in a tragedy and it’s a

travesty that I cannot remember all of the

details you ever divulged to me. Not that you

liked to talk about it much. Except for that Friday evening.

That night makes me think of popsicles and tears

Sweet and salty but it’s a combination that

creates distress in my hippocampus as

I try to remember why those

Two tastes were so relevant.

You missed him. So, so much. I can’t remember

if you ever got to meet him. But that didn’t stop

the pain from flowing in when you realized he would

never be able to see you perform on stage.

Tears rimmed your water logged eyes

Before the dams eventually burst and your

exquisite round cheeks became the parchment

for pent up retentions of harmful emotions

of some 12 years. Your tears were so salty and

my fingers so sticky from a sweet popsicle

that I’m not sure if I ever really ate. But I do

know that your mascara ran in bleeding tracks

down your flushed cheeks, your voice hiccupping

in and out, telling me, yelling at me, confiding in me.

Love can transcend blood lines and physical ties

That we perceive here on earth.

So imagine my surprise tonight when I came inside

And heard my mom gasp with such terror I cannot

Even bear to turn it into a comparison. She refused to tell me

What was wrong, but I saw the newspaper in her hands.

What was it this time? My mother's haunt was the obituaries,

A product of her affinity for befriending the elderly,

And I assumed her shock had nothing to do with me

Until she refused to divulge the scary, scary information.

We hadn’t talked in years, since you had

Gone to high school and left the roller blades

And bicycles behind. You graduated and shipped yourself

Off an hour away for an enviable education.

F-O-U-R, Four years.

But even the longest time could not have stopped the

Tears that told their own stories down my

Cheeks and parched lips. You died in a car crash,

3:45 am. You lost control of the car, turned the

Steering wheel too far, and were pronounced dead on

The spot. I can’t believe the reality of your fatality,

Just one week ago I saw you packing up your

White jeep, getting ready to go somewhere. I

Can’t bear to imagine what your jeep

Must have looked like when the collision

Occurred. Just 19 years old how could god take

You back home so soon before I got a chance

To make amends and maybe become best friends

Again because you were my answered prayer,

The older sister I never had yet received nonetheless.

God was too gracious to me. How could he take you.

Your poor mother, all alone. Widowed and without

Her only daughter. I fear for what is to come of her.

Alone in my room I’m afraid to feel.

I contemplate the cons of crying when I begin

To smell a familiar scent of fried chicken

That was commonplace in your grandmother’s

Kitchen. I want to get rid of the smell, to forget

The way it tasted, to forget the precious white and blue

China that we ate off of whenever we stopped in

On your family gatherings. I remember your love of garfield,

Breaking an air mattress in your basement, hunting for ghosts,

Destroying an elmo plush before creating a noose for it in my tree,

We probably defaced some public property during our many trips

To the park down the road. I will never forget your halloween parties,

Reading your library books and then having to pay

You back the fines I racked up from keeping them

Just a few weeks too long. I won’t forget trying on

Your old dance costumes and laughing about

How dumb they looked. I won’t forget playing capture

The flag and dumb video games in my unfinished basement

On stormy days. You were a member of my family

For so long, we loved you like our own, letting you

Sleep in our house and see the worst sides of ourselves.

I miss you, I wish I could have said one last thing

To you. But I didn’t know this was coming,

And I suppose neither did you. Because we just kept

On living like we are invincible because

No one got hurt when we skateboarded down carpeted stairs,

Or when we went down steep hills on bikes

Without brakes. I hope you remember me fondly,

as I often still idolize you

in stories I recount to friends,

The memories they never end.

My mother tried to console me,

Attempts to quell my tears with her loving embrace

And when she said, “Honey, she’s in a better place.

She is with her father now.” I lost my grip

On self-control when I realized the girl with

Makeup creating calligraphy on her face

After her dance recital finally got her

One true wish. 

You are an official member of my family. You earned so many Pulverenti-Badges. From eating homemade meatballs to getting a pie squished in your face, you are like a sister to me. We love you so much, Alex.

The Next 3 Days Will Be Crazy

I will preface this post with a random selfie I found on my camera today:

I rather like my facial expression and the lighting.

Anywho, today was really fun. Baton practice was a breeze but I am so sore right now. I've done my physical therapy stretches at least twice today and everything still hurts! I know once I get into my routine I'll start to feel better. I'm performing at my city's baseball stadium this weekend with my baton group. I'm just a flag twirler, but hey, it's better than nothing. Last year I got a turn to twirl but the whole show got rained out. It was a literal DOWNPOUR. Tomorrow morning I have a practice from 8 am until noon! Oooh, tomorrow is gonna be a long day.

Also, tomorrow night I'm performing at a local poetry slam. I'm so delighted to performing my new piece. I'm going to charge my camera tomorrow and fingers crossed I remember to bring it because I want my dad to film me so I can share it with you all :)

Goodnight!

I Have Become a Better Version of Myself

I had an epiphany last night.

I was online, feeling fed up with rude people, and I finally realized something: I should be the only person in charge of my happiness. I now see that letting other people have control over my mood is not good for me. It just makes me sad and anxious. Last night, I felt renewed. Invigorated, even. I can't help but feel like I have become "the master of my own destiny". I can't let other peoples' assumptions about me bring me down. They can all have their hateful little parties and I can either feel bad about myself or I can go BE THE BADASS BITCH I KNOW I AM. I am choosing to go with the latter of those two options.

Today was amazing. I focused on me. I laughed harder today than I have in a really long time. I ate ice cream, baton twirled in the twilight, watched anime in my underwear and saw an amazing '80s movie. The world is a beautiful and exciting place and for once I am damn well pleased to be a part of creation. Summer baton practices start tomorrow and I am so thrilled to be seeing some of my best friends again. I have been twirling with some of these girls since I was in elementary school. We've been through thick and thin, and most importantly, we all know how to have a fun time at practice.

Life isn't that long, when it comes down to it. Why should I let myself be dragged down by people who hate me? I am whole, I love myself, and most importantly, I am finally not lying when I say these things.

This is gonna be a good year.

Life!

Since I don't have much time to make bracelets during the school year, I always go CRAZY during the summer making them! We're barely into June and so far I have finished one wall hanging, one keychain, and one bracelet! I can't believe how fast I've been knotting! I really couldn't have done it without all of my Simpsons seasons on DVD! ;) Here are two of the three things I've already made (still need to get a picture of the wall hanging!)

Here they are! I wish I didn't have to include my friendship-bracelets.net username in the photos, but there are so many jerks out there who steal photos! I have a zero tolerance policy for people who try to pass off others' work as their own! It's one of my biggest pet peeves. Anyway, I hope that you like them! :) If you like the bee bracelet, tell me because I'm willing to give it away! I actually have no intention of wearing it, I just did the pattern because it is sooo cute! As for the Feferi keychain, that went to my lovely friend Dawn! I visited her and my friend Evan on Friday night at the camp where they're counselors. It was "family night" so I stopped in to chill with them. If you have any pattern suggestions for me, you should tell me because I am so indecisive when it comes to choosing patterns. Right now, I'm making this pattern:

Jake! (x)

Speaking of Jake (from homestuck) this photo I found on tumblr earlier is 100% relevant...

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So many photos in just one post! Goodness, I need to sign off already! 

June

I can barely believe I'm already one week deep into this month. Dang, how time flies. Not much has really happened since I last posted. I've been doing a lot of stuff to better my personal life recently, so nothing really blog-worthy has occurred. I'm still sad most of the time, but not being at school has really taken the edge off of my anxiety. Now if this depression would just subside I'd be home free...