I haven't just written about my life in awhile, so I guess that's what I'll be doing right now.

All in all, things have been really hectic, but not in a good way. If you're subscribed to my youtube channel you're probably aware of all the ridiculous things I've been doing, but you might not know that I've also been under a lot of stress lately. I have many projects due within the next two weeks, and right now I'm sort of at a breaking point. It's so bad that I was reading a book last week and I started crying because one little aspect of the novel pushed me over the edge. I couldn't stop crying for over two hours as I realized all that was going wrong in my life.

I tend to dwell on the negatives in life. For instance, all I've had on my mind the past few weeks is how I'm a complete failure of a person and I'm going to do poorly in all my subjects at school and how I'm never going to amount to anything that'll actually be important. I'm falling into a phase again where I only listen to the same music, want to be away from people, and stay inside all day. I like having friends, and I love my friends dearly, but a lot of the time I just want to be by myself in the quiet.

The only time I'm ever really alone is at night, but I'm usually so exhausted that I can't even enjoy the peace and quiet. And my insomnia is starting to come back, and I am not looking forward to more late nights where I never fall asleep. My insomnia comes in phases, usually when I'm most depressed. It's been on and off since fourth grade, really.

Another thing I can't stop thinking of is the future. I cannot help but think that the way humans are living right now is going to kill the earth. I don't even know that much about environmental science, but I just have this gut feeling that we're going to eventually mess shit up so badly that we won't be able to recover.

Also I've been trying to do a lot of writing lately, but it just turns out rotten. I used to be able to write with such ease, and now it's more of a pain than anything. Just look at how my blog has gone down the toilet since summer vacation! I used to update every single day before summer, but now I can't muster the energy to sit down and actually write something substantial. This right here isn't even real writing, is it? I'm just ranting and getting upset over trivial matters. I feel like I should be able to solve all of my problems by myself, but I know that I can't.

Sometimes I just hate myself so much.

Honestly the only thing that's keeping me from having a panic attack right now is me telling myself that everything is A-OKAY and looking at this picture:

I found this on tumblr a really long time ago and I don't know why it's funny BUT IT IS. If you don't read Homestuck it might not make any sense, sorry...

ps i haven't spell checked this yet but i'm posting it anyway.

I'm Returning to the Flaming Dungeons of High School

I just realized that tomorrow is August 1st. How did this happen? It seems like just yesterday I was lounging in my room trying to beat the June heat wave and gorging on mac n cheese (Easy Mac was my drug of choice this summer). What I find especially distressing about all of this is the fact that I will have to make a big decision about whether or not to use a back pack again this school year. Last year for a majority of second semester I had to roam the halls back pack-less. In a school where you're allowed to carry back packs, I was making a major fashion faux pas. It wasn't even my decision to get rid of my back pack, it was the doctor's orders! If you'll recall, I actually wrote an entire post about the trials and tribulations of being without a book bag, crappily illustrated and all. 

My back is actually much better than it was when I wrote that post (I'd really rather not go into my actual injury, mostly because the doctors still have no clue what's wrong). Even though I'm in much less pain, I don't know if I want to take the risk of the back pack again. I experience enough self loathing because of my back pain, and the decision to make myself more unlike everyone else by not carrying a back pack again would probably send me into another state of spiraling depression, much like the one I was in before I started this blog (okay, I probably shouldn't call it "spiraling depression", but I was not doing too well for a few months there).

If I do choose to go the route of the book bag, I do have one type of pack in mind. They're called Dakine back packs, and I heard from a girl, who I am no longer friends with, that they are just the best. I probably shouldn't trust her, considering by this point I have cut off most all ties with her, but she could be on to something. I was told that they come with a case for a laptop to slip into, and since I have to accept the school issued laptop, I could stick that in the book bag, and hold everything else! That is the best option I've come up with thus far. It would at least be better than carrying everything around like I used to. It actually made my upper back start hurting, because I was carrying an entire accordion folder plus a laptop. So I pretty much got to choose between lower back pain with a book bag, or upper back pain by lugging around all my school crap. I think that by getting one of these Dakine packs I could create a happy medium?

Now this is where you come in, dear reader. Yes, you! I know that a lot of you who read this never comment, and I suppose I'm okay with that. But I would LOVE AND APPRECIATE any input I can get at this point. So if you're a regular commenter or not, I would be so grateful if you could give me any ideas.

School starts in less than a month, I need to figure this out fast. 

Driver's Education

Driver's Ed, more like rip out my brain and drag it across molten concrete because that is how I have felt all week having to learn to drive. Most unfortunately for me, though, the class lasts two weeks, so I'm only half way done with the torture. The first day wasn't actually half bad! I went to the Health and Safety council building where the class was, and pretty much just filled in a worksheet from 8 am to 1 pm. Very low stress, low key (if not incredibly boring). No, the fun really started on Tuesday, when I actually had to get behind the wheel of a vehicle. I was tasked with driving around in a white Pontiac, my driving instructor sitting in the passenger seat, and all I had to do was not get both of us plus the other student sitting in the backseat killed. Sounds easy, right?

Wrong. 

Very, very wrong. Despite the fact that I have had my learner's permit since February, and have been practicing driving a lot since then, I still did a miserable job driving the first day (and the days to follow, might I add). I would like to blame children's television partly for my faults, though I really know that's a bit of a stretch. Really, though, didn't we all think we learned a little something from all the episode's of Spongebob where he was in Ms.Puff's class? And I'll be damned if you try and tell me that The Suite Life of Zack and Cody didn't teach me that the technical term for the "PRNDL" is 'gearshift'. What stinks though is if I try and explain all this to my driving instructor, I doubt he would take me seriously. 

"But... I'm really not a bad driver! I'll have you know I watched the episode of Spongebob where he wrote an essay about What Not to Do At a Stoplight!"

"What, that doesn't even make any... DEAR LORD, EYES ON THE ROAD HANNAH!!"

If that conversation went any other way than this, I would be completely and utterly shocked. 

Luckily on Wednesday, I got a day to recover. Back in the classroom from 8 to 1 again, I was able to sit back and relax as the teacher played movie after movie about proper driving techniques. A guest speaker also came and talked to us about organ donation, and I quite liked her. She had nice spunk. 

But like all good things, they must come to and end eventually, and on Thursday I was back on the road. Pretty much what happened was instead of driving around residential areas like we had on Tuesday, my instructor made me go out on the highway, and believe me when I say I was NOT ready for that. It sort of came like a punch in the gut, with me happily driving along neighborhood streets when all of a sudden we were on the merge ramp leading up to the highway and the instructor was yelling "FOOT ON THE GAS, HANNAH, YOU GOTTA SPEED IT UP". I think I more stressed then than I had been in a long time. I felt like I had reached the level 'Moonview Highway' on Mario Kart, and cars were coming at me from all different directions. I managed to hold back my tears as the instructor kept yelling, and I am unsure whether or not the other student sitting in the back seat was snickering at my distress, or horking snot back into his nose. 

I really could go on about Thursday, but I'll just leave it at that. Friday was my day off, so Josalyn and I spent some quality time together (which I actually plan on posting about later because it was amazingly fun?!?). But last night I was really upset about having to drive again today. It turns out driving today wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be, but I had to drive on the interstate, which was even worse than the highway and I probably almost peed myself about four times. After the interstate we headed to downtown, and that was especially terrible because of all the construction, and we had to parallel park. 

There was so much more to my week than this, but I think I'll be done writing about it for now. I cringed just bringing back these fresh memories to write about. Maybe I'll write a reflection post for week two? Maybe not? All I know is that if I fail my driving test next Saturday I am going to go insane. 

Goodbye for now, my lovelies. 

Bottom 40 Because I'm a Lazy Butt

Remember when I made that post talking about my goals for posting this summer? 

Hah.

Hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

None of those things are happening and I know I should be ashamed of myself, but, yeah, I'm not. Sorry.

I figured I should at least update with something this week, so I figured why not whip up a Bottom 40*. At least another post is guaranteed this week, because I'll have to think of a Top 40 as well to go along with this.

*I linked to my Bottom 40 tag but some of those posts aren't actually Bottom 40 lists. They're just things I wrote about that pissed me off.

Hannah's Totally Unnecessary Bottom 40

1. Being sweaty (now that summertime is in full swing I have been reminded of this)

2. That nickelodeon never plays my favorite episodes of Spongebob or The Fairly Odd Parents. 

3. The fact that is has been almost a full year and I still haven't gotten around to finishing "The Good Earth". 

4. When I'm working on friendship bracelets and the strings get tangled and all I want to do is set it on fire.

5. My ukulele is perpetually out of tune.

6. My favorite socks are starting to get a hole in them (I am sensing a 'legacy' post will be  in our near future)

7. My nail beds are really unpleasant to look at. 

8. The fact that it's summer and I haven't hung out with my friends in such a long time. 

9. Snow cones

10. Those moments where I make a joke and no one laughs.

11. Being interrupted.

12. The t.v. show "American Dad". I think it's not funny and it's sort of pointless.

13. Realizing I'm sort of a hypocrite for saying American Dad is pointless yet I religiously watch Spongebob

14. The fact that my first OTP was Cosmo<3Anti-Cosmo. That was a dark time in my life. 

15. My singing voice. I have many qualms about it, yet I continue on with Fun Tunes Tuesday. I'm conflicted.

16. When my favorite pens run out of ink.

17. When people I don't know ask me to make them a bracelet. I'm sorry, it's not happening. 

18. The realization that some day Jeff Kinney will stop writing "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" books. 

19. Geometry and all other forms of Math because I hate numbers.

20. Days where I just  am sort of angry from the time I wake up until I go to bed.

21. Accidentally wasting all day on the internet (well, this one sort of depends).

22. Whenever I'm watching my friend's livestreams my computer freezes.

23. The treacherous months I spent trying to remember my Skype login. I was too stubborn to just make a new account. 

24. When people try to talk to me when my jam comes on the radio. 

25. The fact that Hyperbole and a Half still hasn't updated. I know I shouldn't take it so personally, and that the author has a life, but c'mon. 

26. When I'm messaging someone and my computer freaks out and the messages don't send and the person thinks I'm a jerk (this has happened so many times). 

27. Life in general sometimes.

28. When my dreams are crushed. 

29. The fact that when summer rolls around centipedes invade my basement and I can't walk down there barefoot anymore. 

30. The Barefoot Contessa.

31. When someone writes a fanfiction about a pairing I love and the fic is terrible.

32. I can never remember what color puce is. 

33. Also I dislike the color mauve.

34. When I was a child I thought that Lindsey Lohan only played one of the twins in "The Parent Trap".

35. Never being able to fully express how much I love something or someone.

36. When my laptop gets so hot it burns my skin.

37. When my blog doesn't get page views for three consecutive days (this is my own fault, really).

38. Days where I eat more than two servings of ice cream.

39. That Project Runways airs on nights I'm busy.

40. Feeling unmotivated to blog. 

I'll probably come up with a Top 40 at sometime in the future. Maybe. 

Beauty and the Beast

[Insert angry rant about how much some Disney princess movies suck here]

Just kidding, of course. This won't turn into an angry rant (I hope. I can make no promises). This past Saturday night I did something that I swore I would never, ever in a million years do: watch "Beauty and the Beast". I made this pact with myself long ago, in preschool, as a matter of fact. I remember quite clearly that we were having a movie day, and the chosen movie was, you guessed it, "Beauty and the Beast". I think I made it about fifteen minutes into the movie before deciding it wasn't interesting enough, and going off to play with toy horses.

Ever since that fateful day, whenever I bring up the fact that I've never watched "Beauty and the Beast", and that I never plan to do so, I was often met with gasps, looks of disbelief, and on some memorable occasions, people freaking out at me for thinking the movie was boring. I always took the fact that I had never watched the movie in stride. I don't really think it should be made out to be such a big deal. So I didn't see a movie that some people really life. So what? I just think it's silly when people would get mad at me. Really, I never berate people for never seeing "Mulan" my personal favorite as a child (She was just so hardcore. 'Nuff said).

At this point in time you may be wondering "Well, Hannah, I thought you said you never wanted to watch it? Why did you go against yourself like that?" Just hold your horses for a minute. I'm getting there. It all started because my mother (who had never seen the movie either) brought it home from work one night last week. She told me that they were discussing Disney movies at her office a couple days prior, and when one of her coworkers found out neither of us had seen the movie, she lent us her copy to watch. Apparently it is her most favorite movie from her childhood, and she wanted us to watch it.

After a couple of days where the DVD just sat on our kitchen counter, my mom finally popped the question:

"So, ya wanna watch it?"

I answered hesitantly, weighing the pros and cons of watching it. I knew that by actually watching it my pride would take a major blow, and that alone made me want to say "No, mom, as a matter of fact I do not want to watch that movie". But after a minute or two, I begrudgingly said yes. I had absolutely no idea what we were getting into by popping the disc into the DVD player, but I knew that at that point there was no going back. I was going to finally be watching the movie I had avoided for years, and I wasn't quite sure how to feel. It was akin to sitting backwards on a diving board and falling into the pool. You have absolutely no control of the situation once you're tipped backwards off the board, and as you're in midair you know there is nothing more to be done. Okay, perhaps that is stretching it a bit, but hey, this is my blog. I can use all the shitty metaphors I want.

Surprisingly enough, I actually managed to stay awake throughout the whole film (for anyone who hasn't watched a movie with me before, I tend to drift off to sleep about a half hour into most films). I think the main reason I was able to stay lucid is that I was working on some friendship bracelets the whole time we watched the movie. This meant that I actually had to be sitting up, using my hands, keeping my eyes open, etc. Approximately 90 minutes and two bracelets later, I felt like I had conquered something. It wasn't exactly the sort of self satisfied feeling that comes from, say, passing a test you thought you were going to fail. It was more in the sense of "Wow, I just ate an entire box of ice cream by myself. How the hell did I do that?"

All in all, I am still unsure whether or not it was worth it to watch the movie. I don't really feel like I gained anything by watching it after all this time. I realize that the message of the movie is all about inner beauty and loving people even though they aren't handsome- it's what's on the inside that counts, etc. Really, though I feel like the creators of the movie could have done a better job exhibiting this. I don't know if "Beauty and the Beast" was a fairy tale before it was made into a movie, but regardless of this, I think the creators should have switched some things up. First and foremost, I think that the Beast should have spent most of the movie as a human, and then towards the end of the movie he could have told Belle that he had been cursed and was destined to become a beast on the fifth full moon of the year of the cow or something to that affect. If Belle had stood by him after he turned into the Beast (Despite the fact that she had known him as a human first), I think that it would have been a much better way to show how inner beauty is what counts. Think of it this way: it would take a lot more courage to stay with someone after they become horribly disfigured than if you'd met them that way and  then they become "normal". Obviously Belle is going to want to stay with the Beast at the end of the real movie, because he became a hottie! Your average hunk in the countryside of France. Honestly, who wouldn't have stayed with him after he transformed into a human?

My other point I would like to raise is why Belle actually fell in love with the Beast in the first place. The facts are all stacking up to make the Beast one terrible guy. First off, he kidnapped her father, then held her hostage, and if that wasn't enough, he withheld food from her when she refused to eat dinner with him. I don't know much about relationships, but from what I can tell the Beast would be considered an abusive partner by today's standards. I don't care that he "changed his ways" or whatever. If someone did all of that to me, I would not be quite as forgiving.

What do you, dear reader, have to say on this topic? I know that things can get pretty heated whenever Disney movies are brought up, but I'm curious! Like me, did you see no point in watching some of the Disney movies as a child? Or are you one of the many who hold this movie dear to them?


Side note: I had a totally relevant "Beauty and the Beast" gif I wanted to post on here but I cannot find it >:( Please stand by.

Please excuse me while I freak out. I KNOW IT'S HERE SOMEWHERE. 

Don't Trash This Post You Hear Me Hannah

I am not including this post in my Fun Tunes Tuesday series because quite frankly it is not fun one bit. I think I wrote this song sometime in the beginning of February of this year, when I was still a relative newbie to the ukulele (which explains the lack of chord variation and poor quality in general). Pretty much November through April of this past school year was a particularly rough patch for me, because I had to deal with the fact that one of my best friends was going to have to move away over the summer. The stress of realizing I would have to live without her really bothered me. I started to get stress induced rashes and I worried even more than usual (which is really saying something, in my opinion). That is why I wrote this song, because I thought that it could help me drain out some of my negative feelings about the situation. At the time I despised the song, rarely playing it, and I even considered throwing it away. After letting it sit in my notebook for a few months, I revisited it last week, and I am glad I didn't throw it away. It is an odd sensation looking back at the state of emotional turmoil I was in then, but it makes me feel proud of myself that I was able to at least express my emotions in a somewhat productive manner. Luckily my friend found out she no longer has to move, so I guess the song is a tad out-dated, but I feel like it acts as a sort of anthem for that period in my life. It was a time of great stress, anxiety, fear, anger, frustration, hatred, and so many other things all balled up into one. Thus this song was born.

Uploaded from Youtube. Maybe the videos will work better this way -.-'

That's it, in all of it's weird and uncomfortable glory. I would also like to point out that I had been listening to a heck of a lot of Ingrid Michaelson before I wrote this song, and I can't help but feel like that influenced this fiasco in some way. I hope that you enjoyed, and please leave your feedback in the comments section below! 

Note: When I originally made this post a few days ago I had called the draft "Don't Trash This Post You Hear Me Hannah" because I wanted to make sure I actually posted this song. I decided I like that title, so it stays.

Edit: Josalyn is one smart cookie, and she suggested I post the lyrics to my song:

Even though I know that you can't stay
I still like to picture you by my side.
You already leave me in the summertime,
Now why must you disappear for the winter months too?


I face each day all alone,
like I don't already know
all of the things this cruel world
has in store for me


Yes I know that things are building up.
And yes I know that time will never stop,
but I still want you to know that I care...


Even though I know you've gone away,
and are no longer by my side,
I need to learn to breathe in the summertime,
and fight off the cold and dark in the winter too. 

Iron and Wine According to Hannah

A couple of months ago I was really into the band "Iron and Wine". I really cannot bring myself to listen to it anymore, because of reasons that are hard to explain, but if I had to put it in words I guess you could say I "got sick and tired of the music". This is a brief explanation of what happened:

In the beginning all was well. I listened to "Iron and Wine" on a daily basis, listening to a majority of the songs. Life was good. 

After about a week and a half or so, I started to get tired of listening to the same songs over and over. I was starting to get a little anxious whenever an "Iron and Wine" song would come up in my Itunes shuffle.

After about a month I was left confused and upset and I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. The lyrics to the songs didn't make any sense to me, and the mystic singing voice was starting to make me uncomfortable.

Case in point: if you don't want this to happen with you, don't go on an "Iron and Wine" binge. I care about each and every one of you who reads my blog, and I just want to prepare you for the worst. Proceed with caution. 

Edit: I got the idea for this blog post in the middle of the night on Wednesday. It seemed a lot funnier at two in the morning. 

I Suck At Texting

A couple nights ago around 10:30 I was sitting in my bed relaxing after a long day, and emailing one of my friends. After a few minutes my phone started buzzing, creating a racket by vibrating my nightstand and lighting up red, altering me of the incoming message. I wearily picked up my phone and opened it up, ready to send a brusque message to the whoever bothered me. But once I saw who it was from, I nearly dropped my phone. The message was from a boy who I had had a crush on in middle school, but I had not been talking to him as much recently. I was a little disconcerted, and what made me even more confused was that it was a picture message.

I closed my eyes tight and clicked the 'okay' button so I could read the text. In little black letters across my screen were the words "Where does the probe come out?".

Where Does The Probe Come Out?

This is what I get for having a cell phone with texting enabled. I had absolutely no idea why my former crush was sending me text messages about probing, and I sat there with my mouth gaping open. My eyes popped out of my head and I threw my phone down on my bed. I was utterly and totally confused. Then I saw that the picture was of our Biology lab about frog anatomy, and the probe was sticking out of one of the frog's body parts. Nervously, I sent him a text message telling him that no, I do not know where the probe comes out, and I am sorry that I couldn't be of assistance. After that I just sat in my bed for a minute, trying to pretend like that didn't traumatize me. I suppose at this point it'd be helpful to clue you all in on the fact that I am utterly afraid that if there is ever an alien apocalypse an anal probe will be used on me. Sorry if that was TMI, but I feel like it  is an important part of this story.

Soon afterwords I turned off my phone and went to bed. I am still working to forget about that night, but so far that hasn't really been able to happen. I need closure on this, but I have no idea what to do. Any advice?

Bottom 40

I've been posting a top and bottom 40 for three consecutive months now, so I figured I should just keep on going :)

Bottom 40 for March

1. Worms

2.Centipedes

3.Anything that moves without legs or too many legs

4.Not waking up when I'm having a nightmare

5. Typing without looking and thinking I'm really cool until I look down and all the words are spelled incorrectly

6. Liars

7. Not being able to draw for the life of me

8.Saying a joke and no one laughs

9. Allergies

10. Waking up before my alarm

11. Having people talk about me to my face

12. Back pain

13. Kids who don't like me for no particular reason
14. When someone I don't like says something funny and I am torn between laughing and hating them for actually saying something humorous
15. When someone I don't know really well texts me "hey".
16. Insomnia
17. When a person says, "I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT I WATCHED THE DOCUMENTARY."
18. Not having enough time for bracelet making
19. Procrastinating
20. Running out of blog ideas
21. Feeling like every contribution I can make will be insignificant
22. Poorly written fan-fiction
23. Jealousy
24. Not being as artistic as I want to be
25. The feeling that I complain too much
26. Friends moving away
27. Drinking expired milk on accident
28. The days where I feel like everyone secretly hates me
29. Geometry (I think I've mentioned this before...)
30. Walking around without realizing my pants zipper is down
31. Unwanted commentary on my life from people who annoy me
32. Wondering if people don't want to read my top/bottom 40
33. Making multiple mistakes while writing in pen
34. Kids who tell me they're so quirky for doing things that are, in fact, not very unique at all
35. Ugg boots
36. Getting side-tracked
37. Not finishing poems I've part way written
38. Pretending to know what I'm doing
39. Foods Class
40. Making people sad

Sorry if this was depressing. Maybe this picture will make you feel better.

Don't deny his sexy smirk.

Why thank you, that did make me feel better. 

Warning: This Post Contains Excess Amounts of Water Fountains

The water fountains in the cafeteria at my high school are faulty at best. They either don't work at all, or send out an irregular stream of water all over the floor. After a few months I was able to figure out how to successfully use the fountains to fill up my water bottles, but I would still end up getting water all over the floor. As a matter of fact, anyone who used the cafeteria fountains wound up getting water all over the floor.

For the past three days or so, I've noticed that a "Caution: Wet Floor" sign has been perpetually placed by these water fountains. I can't tell if this is the janitors' way of preparing for the worst, or an act of extreme laziness. I figure that rather than just wiping up the floor, or telling the student who got water everywhere to do it, the janitors have just decided to keep the sign there, and if you end up slipping in the water it's going to be your own dang fault because there was a wet floor sign there. The sign is just like a safety net for them, so they don't have to clean up the spills, and students have been warned to take caution.

But I can't help but feel it's pointless to keep the sign there at all times, because sometimes the floor isn't even wet! I can recall two different occasions where the floor has been completely dry, and the sign remained in its place. It causes me unnecessary anxiety, because I start to wonder, "Is there really water there? Do I just not see it? Am I going to slip and fall and break myself in half?". Clearly, these are extremely troublesome thoughts to foster, and I don't like it one bit. So please, janitors, just pick up the freaking sign.

Baby, Won't You Be My Girl?

Today started with some very inauspicious events. It all started because I slept through my alarm, and my mom had to come into my room and wake me up (I am going to blame day-light savings time for this). Things managed to go fine from then on until I was walking into school, and I threw up a little bit in my mouth. Grossed out? Yeah, I was too. I thought, "Well, I guess that's just the sort of day it's going to be," but then another little voice in my head went, "No, not on my watch! Go kick some High School Butt!" I have decided to listen to the second voice, thankfully, so I am going to have a fabulous day.

The other subject I want to elaborate on this morning is Foods class. Now, for any of you readers who have been in high school, you've probably had to take some form of a Home Ec class. At my school they have Human Behavior, Child Development, Fashion, and you guessed it- Foods. I am in Foods 1, which is probably the easiest class I have ever taken in my entire life. The only way the class could be hard is if someone had virtually no kitchen experience whatsoever. And, based on who I've had to cook with, that would be about 1/3 of the class.

I'm not kidding here, people. I had to be in a group with kids who didn't know how to wash dishes. Don't ask how someone can mess that up. It's common sense right? Wrong. I won't go any deeper than that.

Since we change groups of four every two weeks or so, I've had the chance to work with just about everyone in my class. Because I don't have any friends in my Foods class, I mostly just keep to myself. I didn't think that anyone else really paid attention to me, until one day about two or so weeks ago. The following dialogue took place:

Random Boy: Hey, is M's(I won't mention names) girl here?
Random Girl: Points at me.
Random Boy: No, no. Use your eyes.
Random Girl: Whips her head around to look at me. 
Me: Uh...
Random Girl: Don't worry, it's not a bad thing!

To this I responded eloquently with a "WTF", but I gathered no further information except that I am someone's "girl". Since I have never been someone's girl before, I am not sure how to deal with this situation. What weirds me out even more is that the boy who seemingly likes me is one of the bad dish washers. This is so surprising because I actually told him he wasn't washing dishes correctly, and that he needed to refill the sink on the side with the garbage disposal. Apparently he didn't mind this. My friend suggested that perhaps he likes my assertiveness. I am not entirely sure that's it. Every Foods class since then those kids have alluded to the fact that the one bad dishwasher has a little thing for me.

I hope I can update with more information about this. I have Foods first period today, and since it's homeroom right now, I have about fifteen minutes to mentally prepare myself for whatever I'm going to have to face. Wish me luck!

My Bottom 40

I have decided to share with all of you the bottom and top 40 lists I've compiled. I probably should start with my Top 40 list, but thinking of negative things is easier, so you get the Bottom 40 first.

My Bottom 40

1. Sneezing into my arm and getting snot all over my shirt. 

2. Global Warming

3. Loud-mouths who have no idea what they're talking about.

4. Failing tests

5. Violence as an answer.

6. Apathy

7. Reality Television shows highlighting passive/aggressive behavior.

8. When someone takes the last ice cream sandwich and leaves the box in the freezer.

9. People who scoff when I read in public.

10. Info-marcials (how the heck is that spelled?)

11. When I don't know how to spell words.

12. When I follow a blog and then the blogger decides to stop updating *cough....Hyperbole and a Half*

13. Kids who think they are total hipsters

14.Geometry... well, math in general

15. If I make a gift for someone and they never use it. 

16. Email/phone tag

17. Falling

18. Stubbing my toe repeatedly

19. Food Poisoning

20. Thinking I don't have any homework and go to school the next day and hear about all the assignments I neglected to complete.

21. Miniature Golf

22. Typo-s

23. Guys who act tough

24. Losing my phone

25. Over-sleeping

26. People who say "F My Life" when in reality their lives are great, and they don't realize it.

27. Dyed hair (sometimes)

28. If someone texts me first, I respond, and they never text back.

29. Burning whatever I'm cooking

30. Never being able to solve anagrams... or tangrams.

31. Pulling muscles

32. Thinking I got an amazing grade on an assignment, and when it's handed back, I have a C-

33. Paper-cuts

34. People who try to sound smart but only succeed in misusing large words.

35. Snow getting into my boots and melting

36. Not finishing a book

37. Burning my tongue and having it feel like sandpaper in my mouth all day.

38. Still getting freaked out by my basement when it's late.

39. My phone buzzing right as I'm about to fall asleep.

40. Being sick.

Welp, there you are. Check back soon for a more upbeat and possibly entertaining Top 40.