Question Time!

When I saw this Questionnaire on Bryarly Bishop's blog, I couldn't help but do it myself. I feel like it's a good way to fill the void that has been made by my lack of top/bottom 40 posts. You know, I've heard that copying is the greatest form of flattery, so hopefully no one gets mad at me for doing this Questionnaire as well ;) 

1. Sexual Orientation
Pretty much gay. I'm having a lot of trouble accepting myself, though. So usually I'll just tell people I'm bisexual.

2. What I'm really bad at.
Telling whether or not the dishwasher is clean or dirty.

3. My Best First Date
I really can't decide.

4. A description of my self-esteem.
Not the best.

5. My favorite book.
Homeless Bird by Gloria Whelan. 

6. What I did yesterday. 
I went to school, and to my friend Amber's party (pictures to come soon!)

7. Biggest turn-offs.
Lack of personal hygiene, loudness, being obnoxious, not being able to listen. 

8. My favorite animal.
Parrots.

9. My favorite songs right now.
Sleeping In by The Postal Service

10. How my last kiss went down.
It was so awful. 

11. What I find attractive in the preferred sex.
Painted nails, easy-going personality, self-confidence, and someone who doesn't mind trying something new.

12. All of the pets I've ever had.
Sandy I (fish), Sandy II, (fish), Sandy III (fish), Glitter (fish-she lived for two years!), Molly (beagle), Izzy (dachshund), Daisy (beagle). I also had a betta fish at one point but it tried to eat glitter so we had to flush her down the toilet. 

13. Favorite flavor of ice cream.
Chocolate Caramel Commotion. 

14. The one place I want to be right now.
The big slides in downtown.

15. Where I have lived before.
Nebraska. 

16. Most embarrassing moment.
The one time I tried to ask out a boy I wrote him a haiku, and I can't remember the words exactly, but it was something about how his ass is outta this world and he should take me to Taco Bell. 

17. Two of my insecurities.
My hands/feet. I have very poor circulation so they're always either red or purple and people think I'm sick or that something is "wrong" with me.

18. What I would do if I won the lottery.
I would donate a lot of it to help girls in 3rd world countries, but I would also spend some helping out my family members who are having rough times right now. The rest I would probably blow on Etsy. 

19. What I love most about myself.
My bright red hair. 

20. What bands I've seen live.
Tenth Avenue North.

21. How many kids I want in the future.
Either zero or 4. No in between.

22. My idea of a perfect date.
Walking around one of the farmer's markets in town, stopping at a nice place for lunch, and then returning home for karaoke and Mario Kart. 

23. Where I would like to live.
Spain. 

24. My biggest worry currently.
How I am going to make it through the summer. 

25. What my last text message says.
"Uhiuiwwt" To add context, my dad was my ride home last night and when he arrived he just sent me a random string of letters to alert me of his presence. 

"The Stash"

As you all are well aware, I've made a few decisions in my life that might make one stop and ask "Hannah, you're an intelligent, quick-witted, and sensual woman, what could have ever made you do that?".  I would just have to say that I have a complicated psyche that is just not understood this day in age. In other words, I make a lot of stupid decisions that I regret later.I think the most recent incident was the Tic-Tac Fiasco, but this one I'm about to tell you about, even though it took place awhile back, definitely takes the cake.

 When I was a sixth grader, I had very few friends, and the friends I did have were also going through the uncomfortable growth spurt that shows up right before middle school. We were all just bopping along, sort of doing our own thing, trying to create a facade that we were totally cooler than we really were. I regret a lot of the decisions I made in sixth grade, but the one that makes me cringe the absolute most was a string of events that I usually sum up by calling "The Stash".

The origin of the stash was sometime in the middle of the  school year. Summer had been long forgotten, but Spring Break was still just a distant dream. Since all of the kids I went to elementary school with were absolutely avid talkers, the teachers gave us seating assignments at the lunch tables to try and cut back the amount of chatter. Unfortunately, they chose to seat us alphabetically, and while some kids got put next to their best friend, I got put next to the grossest kid in our grade. Maybe even our whole school. Let's call him Shawn. The problem was the Shawn probably showered about 5 times a month, so he SMELLED. Imagine trying to enjoy your lunch sitting next to someone who smells like B.O. I would all but gag on my food, so I had to come up with a better way to eat lunch. Since switching seats with someone else was out of the question (you better believe I tried, though), I had to come up with something else that could remedy the situation.

After about a week, I figured out the best possible solution my twelve year old mind could come up with. The idea hit me one day while I was at recess. Since the sixth graders were the biggest kids at the elementary school, we had to walk down a huge flight of brick stairs (71 steps!) to the baseball diamonds, which were surrounded by a big track for recess instead of playing on the playground. Most kids would walk around the track or play kickball, or just sit on the hill. I was one of the track walkers, wasting away many recesses by playing truth-or-dare with a group of cackling girls. While walking around one day, I stopped and took a break on one of the two baseball diamonds, the one that was rarely used. Kicking up the dirt of the baseball diamond, I walked around and I eventually ran into home plate. After some inspection, I realized that I could pick it up, and it wasn't stuck to the ground as I had originally thought.

The funny thing about the home plate was that the sides were thick and stuck deep down into the ground, creating a little air-pocket in between the ground and the top of the base. It was probably about three inches tall. Suddenly, what I thought was a stroke of genius stuck me. I would sneak my lunch outside and hide the remains under home plate!!!


I can't exactly remember why I thought this was a  good idea, but I quickly told all of my friends, and they thought it would work! Of course, I can't blame them for what happened next, it's all on me.

For the next two weeks or so, I'd hide bags of food in my coat pockets each day as we left the cafeteria. Since I hadn't eaten during the actual lunch period, I would sprint down the stairwell to the baseball diamond, and eat my lunch hastily in the dug out. When the coast was clear (aka, no teachers were around), I would run over to home plate and quickly stuff the wrappers underneath it. Home plate became known as "The Stash" to my friends and I, a name that was much too cool for what it was describing. Hiding the wrappers worked for the first five days or so, but in the second week, things were starting to get a little bit cramped under home plate. For some reason I didn't have the foresight to remove the trash once it started getting packed, so I just left it in there.

Then on one cloudy day the jig was up. I knew it from the moment I ran down to the field and saw all of my trash of the last two weeks blowing gently in the wind and across the baseball diamond. The teachers as well as the students were all nonplussed, and everyone was trying to figure out why so much trash had magically appeared on the field. I, for one, ran the hell away from where everyone was, which I didn't realize made me seem really suspicious. Luckily, the event blew over after a week or so, but I'm fairly sure that if you ask some of those teachers if they remember the day when a hoard of mini pretzel bags and half eaten PB&J sandwiches littered the field, I'm sure they would have a very funny story to tell you. 

A Failed Adventure in Vlogging

Remember when I blogged briefly about those people my friends and I met on Omegle? Welp, I wrote a song on Saturday about all of the strange and exciting feelings that come along with actually meeting someone cool on the internet.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a good singer, and this is really off key and terrible, but Lizzie really wants me to upload it, so upload it I shall. Also, you guys finally get to hear what I sound like! (For those of you who don't know me in real life). I am curious if it meets your expectations!

Also, the video quality is crap, but I had to use my semi-broken camera for the job, because I don't know if the library is still loaning out cameras this late in the school year...

I just rewatched the video, and HOLY CRAP THERE IS A LOT OF GREEN IN MY ROOM. Green shirt on me, green wall behind me, green bedspread next to me. Just... geez. I need to get control of myself, and green isn't even my favorite color! :o

Note to the people I wrote this about: Is this creepy? I don't know, because quite frankly if someone I hardly knew wrote a song about me, I would be flattered. But then again, I am a questionable individual. 

Another thing! As I mentioned, I wrote this song rather than doing my homework, and guess what?! I recorded it instead of doing homework too! Gosh, you guys should be grateful I am such a dedicated b/vlogger. Yeesh. 

Lyrics:

-I made fun of the decor in your house because I didn't think you could hear my voice at all.

-Chatting with a web cam is something really new to me.

-Subtleties and inquiries about everything that's happening in my life.

-How is it possible I have so much in common with you?

(Chorus)

-I don't even know your names

-But now I just can't move on.

-You didn't try to show me your dick and that's a quality that sticks

-whenever I'm looking for a friend

Saturday Was Productive *UPDATED*

Today was a busy day for me. Okay, not actually that busy, but I am going to pretend like I lead an exciting life to keep up this shotty façade that I am an interesting person.

This afternoon my friend Lizzie came over, and we made art stuffs. To be frank, I haven't tried to draw anything in over a year, so it was quite interesting. It all started because we were online and found a Homestuck Ship Generator and we went a little bit overboard. We kept hitting the "Ship 'em" button until we got ones we deemed funny enough. I think my personal favorite was Lil' Cal <3 Serenity.

This is the final product, and this is also why I don't draw things... ever. This is also my new OTP.

As you can see, they are in a relationship because there is a heart in between them. There is no other verification necessary, really. Another interesting one that I drew was Wayward Vagabond <3 Serenity (I don't know why but I just really like shipping people with fireflies, okay?)

Another heart. This is nothing if not an exact representation of TRUE LOVE.

So, uhm, yeah. That's how I spent my day. I am pretty sure I'm never going to draw anything ever again. But I felt like it was my duty as a blogger to keep all of you updated about my daily life, and update I shall. 

*UPDATE*

Lizzie posted about this too! I stole some of the other pictures off her blog, and I thought it'd be great to share them on here too (I'm assuming you're okay with this, Lizzie? If not, just let me know).

Here is more of Wayward Vagabond <3 Serenity. Also, Lizzie created her own character... A certain Wayward vagabond Sprite. It's simply magnificent. 

I couldn't help but add this one once I saw she had it on her blog. Just guess what this picture is about... I dare you! >:]

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So I totally forgot that I drew this picture and I found it on my blog today and now I have so many questions.

1. Why is the ship called 'S.S. Diaper Rash'?

2. Why is a baby the captain?

3. Why is there a starfish wearing a sombrero?

4. Where are these two going? 

5. Why does the fish in the water look so conniving?

Okay, I'm going to go to Geometry class now. 

Why Did I Write This?

Approximately a month ago I wrote this post, and now it is the only thing in my Drafts folder. I really am curious as to why I wrote this (since I have no memory of my intentions). It made me laugh a little bit when I read it, but that may just be because I like to laugh at my own stupidity sometimes. Who knows.


I am typing in a large font right now. Or should I say write now since that would be a HILARIOUS pun. Okay, maybe not that funny. Now I'm writing with a green highlight! AHAHAHAH


Tomorrow is Easter.Now I am writing in purple. I remember last Easter I made a blog post about geo-caching on my old blog because that's what we did to kill some time. This post doesn't make any sense. Over and out home dogs. 




Should I be concerned? Yeah, I don't know either. Anywho, happy Wednesday! Today's background is for Josalyn (and also a portion of it is for me).