Times Like These

I totally didn't steal this post title from a Jack Johnson song.

It's currently 2:01 AM and I'm not exactly sure what's going on. The last few days I've felt off. My derealization has been coming back pretty badly, and I feel like I'm living in a fish tank. It's the aspect of my anxiety that terrifies me the most. I feel like I don't exist. There is air between my skin and my muscles, and the area behind my ears no longer exists. My vision has trouble focusing and I can't feel where I am. It's like being in a room surrounded by people, but looking down on the scene from above.

My brother had his graduation ceremony last night. It was at a huge arena, and the amount of noise and people caused me to have a mild panic attack. My panic only got worse as the night went on, and at the restaurant afterwards it got to a bad level. I could barely eat, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. The air was filling into the area under my skin.

When we got home I went to bed, but I felt so uncomfortable I had trouble falling asleep. I felt so weightless and dead that I was lying on my hands and arms trying to feel some sort of pain. I eventually fell asleep, but I woke up around 1:30, so I think I got only made two hours of sleep. I read for a bit, then I had to go to the bathroom and I got a nose bleed. Nothing serious, but it was annoying. I just went out to the kitchen to grab a snack and take some anti-anxiety medicine. One is supposed to calm me down and the other to make me fall asleep. I'm doubting whether or not they'll be fully effective. I'm kind of really scared to go to school in a few hours. I hate feeling like I'm floating through the day.

On at least one high note, this past week it's been National God Tier John Appreciation Week. Josi and I have both been participating. You should wear blue to help celebrate.

ps i didn't edit this because i can't bring myself to read what i wrote so later y'all.

Amber's Party

Amber had a going-away party yesterday. To say the least, Amber throws some kick-ass parties. If you don't believe me, go read my post about her birthday bash of 2012 then we'll talk. I brought my camera to her party yesterday and caught a lot of fun moments. In no particular order, here are the best photos I got... (click the pics to enlarge them)

Dawn is ready to play Badminton. 

On the ground in defeat.

"How does Badminton work?"

Cutie

<3 Amber

ANNA!

Me and the bestie.

Amber holding her grandma's dog. 

Amber... taking photos?

Anna has a great smile.

Matt is so hot we're gon get married. 

All the attendees. 

Posing by the fancy pants lamp. 

JOSALYN. 

Josi you're so cuuutttee. 

BOW TO HER MIGHT. 

Josi is so done with your bull shit. 

Jos lost a game...

Action shot!

John brought his computer to DJ.

I told Josh I wanted a cameo photo so he made this face.

Josh standing seductively by a shed. 

A birdie got stuck on the roof. 

John poses while eating a hot dog. 

The Dream Team. 

Matt shows his confusion. 

MMM SO SEXAY. 

Matt tried on my headband.

love you <3

I just really love this picture, okay? 

A Kind-Of Haiku Wednesday

Today it is time for the rather unorthodox and lesser known "it's going to be wednesday at some point this week" Haiku Wednesday. Basically I forgot to take my anti-anxiety pills tonight and they usually make me drowsy so I am pumped and ready for action at the moment. Anyway, it's haiku time.

Oh, little green vine-

you start so small and grow so 

tall, proud; I love you.

Mmm, how little sense does this one make? Whoever has the most honest answer wins something. 

ALSO check out how weird I look in this picture I took of myself awhile back. I can't decide if it's painfully artsy or just plain bad (there is, by definition, a very thin line separating those two things).

oh lordie

Also? Josalyn? Sent? Me? This? JohnDave? Fanart?

Josi's file name for it is "OMGSOBAD" 

G'nite y'all

It Is Almost May

The last time I checked, I do NOT live in the Southern hemisphere. I am considering consulting a globe and checking up on where Nebraska is located, because it is literally getting COLDER as the month of April wears on. The first week of the month brought sunny days and pleasurable, if a bit windy, weather. Since then things have been spiraling downwards into a deep, dank hole of regret and depression. And I am not just talking about my mood here, people. It actually snowed last week. SNOWED! CAPS LOCK! SCARY AND UNPREDICTABLE!

Due to the poor and rather unseasonable weather, I have had a lot of time to sit inside and reflect upon life. A couple days back I went into my old 8th grade self's existential crisis "OH MY GOD WE ARE KILLING THE EARTH" mode, but I have been able to snap myself out of it relatively easily.

On a slightly more positive note, it is May next week, which means a few different things... One, we get to celebrate the always fabulous and always adorable Josalyn's birthday. Also, the weather will get warmer in theory. And finally, school will be winding down. I've already checked out for this year though. I can tell because I'm doing all of my math homework on leftover graph paper from two units ago using pen. Let's see how long it takes until my math teacher gets mad at me.

Have a lovely day! :)

Josalyn, This one goes out to you...

Josalyn, this one goes out to you.

I found this post in my drafts, and all I had was the title. So, why not have another post dedicated to my home girl Jos?

Thanks for being a super amazing super duper cool gal :D

EDIT:
I was going through my folders and found this picture. Don't even try and tell me that this doesn't sum up me and Jos' friendship PERFECTLY

I see you (◕‿◕✿)

Hello my lovely lads and ladies! Guess what?

I GOT A NEW BLOG FOLLOWER TODAY!

Since this is one of the rare occasions where I do not have adequate words to express my emotions, here is a gif of how I feel:

I've actually gained three-COUNT IT, THREE!-new followers since the end of summer. Perhaps I'm just vain and I shouldn't be writing an entire post about this, but thank you to:

1. Alli Weller
2. Missy-Tannenbaum
3. Manya Sinha

Thanks you guys for joining my blog, and another thank you for all of my readers who've stuck around over the past year :)

EDIT: I just realized how incredibly silly I sound freaking out over gaining 3 followers. Oh well, there's no point in deleting this post now, is there?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

WHOA. I just realized something this morning as I washed my hands in the smelly school bathroom.

My blog is one year old.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!? It seems like just yesterday that I was sitting in my poorly lit bedroom choosing a theme for my new blog, Infinitely Pi. It's almost surreal, to be honest. When I first created my blog, I had absolutely ZERO intention of keeping it updated, let alone investing time in it everyday. I feel like a momma whose baby is all grown up. Despite this monumental moment in my blog's history, do not expect this to be the last of me. I am planning on continuing to update my lil' 'ol blog. Rather than screaming at all of you about how excited I am for the rest of this post, let's take a look at some of my blog's best moments in time:

• My first blog post on Infinitely Pi!!!
• When I decided I was going to blog more often.
• DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING EXCEPT "SWAG SNOWMAN"??
• The Tic-Tac incident.
• First documented post about math-hatred.
• First Top-40. 
• The day of the Muumuu's.
• Overly-dramatic haiku monday. 
• R.I.P. my favorite pen. 
• WWND?
• Baby, won't you be my girl? 
• The Olive Garden Incident. 
• My artsy-farsty day. 
• The Blueberry Hands.
• Remember when I was a champion?
• My lawn gnome with the over-done name. 
• Sketch
• That day I quit blogging. 
• 100th post.
• The first song I posted on my blog.
• Josalyn's rockin' b-day party. 
• When I FINALLY passed Honors Geometry.
• In which I was peer-pressured into watching "Beauty and the Beast".
• NGTJAW.
• Ew gross Driver's Ed.
• I really like the title of this vlog...

Whew. Was this post self-indulgent? Yes. Is that any different from usual? No. 

I am feeling to elated right now because going back and looking at all of those old posts brought back so many fond memories. This has been a journey of epic proportions for me, and I am so glad that it is going to continue. Where is my next destination for Infinitely Pi? I'm not sure. But I know it's going to rock. 

It is Hotter Than a Biscuit Outside So I Made a Vlog

For any further information please refer to the title of this post. I wanted to say "hotter than a fresh-made biscuit" but I thought it would have been too long.

Anyway, I didn't feel like typing and I haven't vlogged for awhile, so I made this video. The quality is poops and my camera is almost broken, not to mention I didn't edit the video. But I pulled through. If you watch it all the way through I will give you a hug and a sweater with love in every stitch.

I was literally so tired when I made this.

Links I mentioned in the video:
-National God Tier John Appreciation Week
-Callie I linked your tumblr because you use it more.
-Bracelet Tutorial
-P.J. Coolstar 

That's it!! I'm really bored today and I hope your day is going wonderful for you thus far! :D

Edit 8/9/12: I just decided that since there is fanart for it, we can have a P.J. Coolstar fandom. All of my blog readers can be members. Don't expect me to forget about this anytime soon...

Edit 8/29/12: I wore that shirt today.
Edit 9/6/12: I wore the shirt again today. 

It Is High Time I Wrote About That Update

Warning to my non-Homestuck blog readers, fangirling and excessive use of caps lock is on the horizon...

I'm really surprised I've held out this long. JakeDirk has been canon for almost an entire month now and I have yet to blog about it. Part of the reason I think I waited this long to write about it was because I knew if I blogged the day of the update I would have just made a post of me crying and there would have been a lot of "OMGGGGG's" and "SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY" and we simply can't forget about "I CAN'T ANYMORE GUYS SOMEONE PULL THE PLUG". Since I know myself so well, I decided to spare you all from my incoherent ramblings about how two of my favorite Homestuck characters locked lips.

Even if you don't read Homestuck, here is the flash that rocked my world. I'm not saying you should watch it (but you should totally watch it beCAUSE THEY KISS OH LORDIE). I've been sailing this ship really freaking hard for quite some time now, and that day in July just made my life. Okay, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but I was pretty dang pumped. When I had got up in the morning on that fateful day, the thought that my OTP might become canon hadn't even crossed my mind. I ate breakfast, did my chores, surfed the web. All was well.

And then tumblr happened.

I saw tags of update spoilers, so I hopped on the MSPA site immediately.

Ever since my induction onto that site in April, I have learned A LOT  about the Homestuck fandom, and one of those things is that when there is an update, they freak out FOR A  REALLY FREAKING LONG TIME. It was probably a good three or so days before the fandom calmed down. I am actually still seeing gifs and text posts about the update, but they are much more scarce than before.

I just. Oh god. My feelings. Are back. ;iuadg;uiaguiadfguiaeighaer;uig;lughadrgiuadrguiaerghaerugaergae

LIKE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT I CAN'T EITHER I JUST WANTED THEM TO BE HAPPY SO BAD AND I DON"T CARE IF DIRKS HEAD WASN"T CONNECTED TO HIS BODY IT HAPPENED AND I ROLLED AROUND ON THE FLOOR FOR A GOOD FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE CALLING ALL MY FRIENDS AND EMAILING THEM AND FLIPPING OFF THE WALL.

...Wow. I lost control their for a moment. That paragraph up there pretty much describes my emotions every time I think about that update. That is why I took so long to write this. Would you rather have one paragraph of my full blown freak out, or an entire post?

There are so many great things about that update, not to mention that Dirk kissed Roxy as well as Jane. I actually ship all of those (not quite to the extent of DirkJake, of course...I ship Dirk and Jane as just friends??!?!).

I mean, I could delve into all the theories that arose along with this update as well, but I am all plum tuckered from that fangirling, and since most of you don't read Homestuck anyhow, I'll just leave it at this. Besides, I need a reason to justify my laziness, right?

Unrelated side note: I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST TODAY :D :D :D :D TO QUOTE JOSH FROM DRAKE AND JOSH:

"I'M STREET LEGAL!!!!!!!!"

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. 

A Vlog Sans Music

I have been majorly lazy lately and I've slacked off on making Fun Tunes Tuesday videos. Instead for this week I just recorded a quick vlog before I had to leave for the day. There really isn't much of a point to this video besides me rambling about my how my life's been going for me these past few weeks. Enjoy?

I love how the thumbnail image for the video is me munching on my ukulele. Classy.

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. 

National God Tier John Appreciation Week

This past May Josalyn and I created our own holiday. We made this holiday mostly on the basis of because we could, and with the ideal of "why the hell not?". While this holiday was ill-advised in nature and thoroughly unnecessary, we went on ahead with it anyway because there was absolutely no one around to stop us. The ball really got rolling in the third week of May, on a Sunday night. Josalyn and I had been messaging each other with our school-based email known as First Class. (I hate First Class). Our messages had been reduced to us just sending each other pictures of Homestuck fanart that we'd collected over the year and saved to our desktop. Throughout this whole charade Josalyn and I figured out a few things: One, that we both had a lot of fanart saved of John Egbert. And two, that the tech support people who moderated First Class had absolutely no issues with us sending each other fanart of fictional boys getting frisky (The second fact really doesn't relate to the holiday, but I still felt like it would be important to point this out for possible future reference).

That fateful Sunday night Josalyn sent me a picture of the character John all gussied up in his God Tier attire, I retaliated in kind, which set off a chain reaction of us spamming each other's in boxes with pictures of the boy dressed in blue. I believe it was I who first suggested the idea of our holiday (and please correct me if I am wrong, Josalyn), but after some careful planning we had our holiday mapped out. The "rules" went as follows:

• It would last for the entire third week of May (Sunday through to the following Sunday)
• We would wear blue on Monday just for kicks.
• Wearing blue for the rest of the week sounded like a pretty good idea too.
• Celebratory bracelets would be made and worn 
• We would continue to send each other pictures of John Egbert over First Class
• We would Appreciate God Tier John on a National level. 

These were the basic ideas of our holiday, and we were able to stick to them pretty well. I started to have problems somewhere around Day 3, though, because I ran out of blue shirts to wear. Josalyn, being the supportive friend she is, tried consoling me ("Hannah, blue jeans can count too!!"), but I still felt like I was sort of straying from the plan. Since Josalyn is a pro at celebrating holidays (her family goes all out for Saint Patrick's Day. Such commitment), she was able to do a good job with the festivities all week. It ultimately culminated to her wearing a blue dress to school on Friday, leaving me feeling inadequate and silly in my non-blue outfit. Josalyn looked absolutely fabulous by the way. (Josalyn, I am speaking directly to you now. You should wear that dress more often! You looked so cute I just wanted to scoop you up in my arms and never let you go. Luckily, I have some restraint).

Despite the fact that I had very little blue clothing, that was one of the most fun weeks I'd had all school year. The aforementioned bracelets were made and worn with pride! I asked Josalyn to send me a picture of the bracelet I made her, and I am very glad she complied:

Since the name of our holiday is so long, I chose to abbreviate it to "NGTJAW". That alone was too short, so I added on 2012 for some extra length. 

I really hope that Josalyn and I celebrate this holiday of ours next year. It was pretty fulfilling the whole week knowing that we were participating in a festival that we made up ourselves. Not only that, but it was an extremely nice distraction from studying from finals. Despite the fact that we were the only two who participated (our other friends were hesitant to jump on the bandwagon), it was still enjoyable for us. Also, Josalyn made me a bracelet a few weeks ago, that I briefly mentioned in my post about finally seeing The Avengers.  (That post is actually the reason I made this post, if you happen to recall...). 

Here is a picture I just took of the bracelet Jos made me. Being the savvy bracelet blogger I am has allowed me to excel in the art of taking unnecessarily artsy photos of bracelets.

I also just realized that if we were to celebrate this again next year I would need to make Josalyn a new bracelet, because the next time May rolls around, it will be the year 2013. As a bracelet maker with at least a shred of integrity still intact, I would not be able to sleep at night knowing I was letting my friend walk around with a bracelet that says '2012' on it when it is no longer 2012. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how this one plays out, no?

P.S.- I'm sorry if I alienated any of my non-Homestuck blog readers with this post (Matt and Lia, if either of you even bothered to read this, I send out my apologies. Hey, at least you both get your names tagged in this post). 

I Finally Saw The Avengers

Can I please begin this post by saying that the cast of The Avengers is one attractive group of people? I feel like there is absolutely no beating around the bush here. Those people are sexy.

Now that all of that is cleared out of the way, let me tell you about my experience seeing The Avengers last night. It all began around five 'o clock in the evening, when I was looking at the newspaper as I ate my dinner (a salad, because I'm classy). When I got to the living section, I browsed through the movies that were playing, and The Avengers caught my attention. I've wanted to see it for quite some time now, but whenever my friends went to go see it, I was always busy. Considering it had been playing in theaters for a few weeks already, I knew it was now or never.

I called up my friend Josalyn, who had not seen the movie either. We quickly made plans, and in less than 45 minutes we were at the movie theater buying tickets. It was really hard to contain my excitement. Considering the only things I knew about the movie is what I'd learned from Tumblr, I was interested to see what the movie was really like (I figured it wasn't just one big orgy like I've been led on to believe).

After we bought our snacks (18 bucks in total. It was ridiculous), we went into the theater and got PRIME seats. In the middle row, middle seats. I know that some people think that sitting in the front or back of the theater is the way to go, but quite frankly sitting in the front hurts my eyes and neck. Since the movie has been out for awhile now, and it was a Wednesday night at 7:00, there weren't many people in the theater. That meant that Jos and I could talk and make snarky commentary on the previews as MUCH AS WE GOSH DARN PLEASED.

Of course once the movie started, we quieted down some, but I am the kind of person who talks during movies, and I cannot contain myself on most all occasions. Because of this reason, I rarely go to movies with friends, because not all of my friends like my totally relevant comments on what's happening on screen. A majority of my commentary this time around pertained to the fact that Hawkeye has a smokin' bod. I now understand why my friend Lizzie spammed my email with pictures of him after she first saw the movie. Also, I may or may not have pointed out the fact that Loki has a better head of hair than I do. Another thing that was a main point of interest is the banter between Iron Man and Captain America. They were just so sassy with one another, it made me so happy.

As per usual, once the movie started to get into the rising action, I had to go to the bathroom. This seems to always happen to me, because I always drink waaay too much soda when I'm at the theaters. I was a trooper, though, and I held it (I really should stop challenging myself, but I can't help it). It got really hard to though during the climax of the movie. The stress from all of the action plus the anxiety that I might pee myself created a big stew of stressful emotions. Once the movie ended, we bolted out of the theater and ran to the restrooms.

Overall, I really liked The Avengers. I'm unsure if I'd say it's made my favorite movie list, but it did have some great moments. When I first started writing this post, that what it was going to be all about- my favorite things about the movie. Somehow it ended up me reminiscing about the good time I had with my friend. I really have no regrets.

Side note: Also, Josalyn made me a bracelet!! It is probably the best gift I've gotten from anyone in a long time. People usually don't make me bracelets, and the blue chevron pattern she whipped up for me makes me smile and I get warm fuzzies in my stomach just writing this. Since it's blue, I can also wear it next year for National God Tier John Appreciation Week (our holiday we created this past May. I should really write a post about that...Good times). 

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. 

Viva El Verano, Suckazzz

Wow, first post of Summer 2012!!  Hold on tight, kiddos, we're going to be in for one bumpy ride these next three or so months. I feel that this .gif pretty much sums up my plans for the months ahead:

Guys this can be the logo for my blog this summer. We can make this happen. (Source: somewhere off tumblr that I can't remember... sorry!)

I hope that I can hone my skills as a blogger this summer. In order to try to speed up the process of pruning my blog, I have a few goals that I wish the achieve by the fall:

1. Post at least five times every week (shouldn't be too hard  >;])
2. Make a vlog with one of my friends (to all of you who comment: who's it gonna be?)
3. Continue on with 'Fun Tunes Tuesday'
4. Write at least one story-arc post per week (this would mean I would actually tell a story, not just blog about things happening in my life exactly at this moment).
5. Go to lots of cool events and blog about them. Maybe even with pictures!!!

So, what do you think? Are these reasonable expectations for myself? I want to hear what you have to say, so if you think there are any other things I should include here on my blog :)

Edit: In regard to number two... Last night my friend Josalyn called me up (gotta love that girl). She told me that she had very recently got a guitar, and that she was going to learn how to play it this summer! That already was enough to make me excited, but then she went on to say that once she gets better we can do a duet. I literally squealed for about five minutes after she suggested this. Guys, y'all better watch out because me and Jos are going to dominate this blog with our duets. I am certain they will be magical <3 

The Year Is Almost Over

Wow, it's hard to believe, but the school year is almost over! I have about seven more days and then I can kiss that death trap goodbye for almost three whole months! I am so excited, I hardly even have words I can write down to express my emotions. Instead have this image:

This is exactly how I feel. Taken from: here

Now for a little history lesson: The entire reason I created this blog in the first place was to help me survive school. It helped a little in the beginning, because I had something else to do at school besides cry (the beginning of the year was a pretty rough patch for me). I thought that if I blogged everyday I would become happy. But it's the sort of artificial happiness that comes from, say, marrying Jack Johnson. It's not possible, but thinking about it is nice. Funnily enough, as the months passed by, I was actually starting to enjoy blogging more and more, and Infinitely Pi as it is today started to take shape. Now I love blogging, and I don't know how I got through the first month of school without it. All of you readers who comment and leave nice messages of encouragement and compliments literally make my day. It is so comforting knowing that people out there actually read all this crap I write, and that they actually enjoy it. This all means so much more to me than any of you will probably ever know. And now, with Summer on the horizon, I hope to keep on updating, and hopefully Infinitely Pi will be able to celebrate it's 1 year birthday in September with lots of old friends and hopefully a few new readers.

I've been wanting to write this post for awhile now, and it feels really nice finally being able to get it down and posted. I just want to give all of my readers a big 'ol hug right now. Unfortunately this is the best I can do:

Mmmm... there we go. Are you getting warm fuzzies right now? I sure am. Thank you all so much for supporting me in my at times ridiculous endeavors with this blog. 

School Is Weird

Yesterday at school was bizarre. Around fifth period I was in Biology, and we had a substitute. This wasn't really what made it odd, because my teacher is a track coach and is often gone because of track meets. We ended up working on a lab, and the sub didn't really strike me as unordinary in any way. He was a little on the tall side, curly brown hair, beard stubble, glasses, etc. Right after the bell rang to end class, he went and stood by the door of the classroom, waiting for the next class of students to arrive. As I exited the classroom, I considered telling him to have a nice day, just to prove that I can be a nice person like that. Right as I was about to say something, the substitute violently broke wind. I kid you not, this was the type of fart that rumbled through the air. I whipped around and looked at him, surprised, and he was looking around to see if anyone noticed. I quickly turned around and dashed off to Economics, a little bit confused, and also giggling uncontrollably.

Once I arrived to Economics, I realized that I had to give a presentation, which I was completely and utterly unprepared for. Not only was my computer dead, but the keynote presentation my partners and I half heartedly whipped together was C+ quality at best*. My friend and fellow group member Josalyn lent me her charger, and by the time class started my battery was charged to 11%. My teacher, being the malicious tyrant he is, decided to make my group present first. I took a deep breath and strutted up to the front of the classroom, hissing instructions to my partners about which slides I wanted them to read. Then we started, and we tried our hardest to give a riveting presentation about famous economist Sir William Arthur Lewis. Once we clicked past the last slide, I thought we were done and could return to our seats, but my teacher had other plans. He kept us standing up there, and asked us multiple questions about our economist, none of which we had the answers for. Despite being able to think on my feet in situations like this, I was at a complete loss. What made it even worse was my teacher was sitting in a student desk and munching on a Little Debbie cookie treat, and he looked so ridiculous I couldn't focus because it took all I had to keep from laughing. Luckily for me, my computer flashed it's "running on reserve battery power" pop up message, and my teacher said we could go back to our seats. Saved by the bell, was my initial reaction to this, until I realized it wasn't really a bell.

This was all really distressing yesterday, and I am so grateful that there are only 8 days of school left. I can't wait till summer.

P.S.- McCormick with corn rows.

*Edit 6/24/12: Guys I just thought I would let you know we ended up getting an A on that project. I have absolutely no idea how because I literally bullshitted my way through that entire presentation.

JOSALYN IS MY FRIEND AND SHE THROWS GOOD PARTIES

This post is way overdue, but there have been considerable road blocks stopping me from writing about Josalyn's birthday party. They include, but are not limited to: me asking for pictures of the party and no one giving them to me, me waiting for people to give me pictures, and my forgetfulness.

Roadblocks aside, I'm going to write about it now. Let's get one thing straight first: Any party Josalyn throws is guaranteed to be a smash. She is one cool cat, and I love chilling with her. In honor of her 15th birthday a couple of weeks ago, Josalyn rounded up me and a bunch of our other friends, and we partied hard.

The party started around one o clock in the afternoon. When I arrived Josalyn and my other friend Matt were blowing up balloons (Matt, since I mentioned your name you can have a post tag now). Josh, another friend, was fiddling with the radio trying to find the most obnoxious radio station to tune it to. He decided upon the Opera station. I was hoping for cool jazz. Anyhow, more of our friends started showing up, and once all the balloons were blown up, the party began.

For approximately an hour we hung out in Josalyn's living room, chatting, eating the snacks provided, and throwing balloons at each other. The balloon battle was fierce, and many balloons were popped in the process. I feel like it's not really a party unless there's been a latex sacrifice. After we killed off most of the balloons, we went out to Josalyn's backyard and whacked the piñata. You read that right: WHACKED THE  PIÑATA. Did I mention I don't really think it's a party unless there's a piñata?

The piñata was huge, and I am guessing it was pretty authentic, because it was heavy and made out of like 12 layers of newspaper. It was a giant green bull, and it wouldn't break apart for nothing. Part of the problem may have been that we were using a whiffle bat, and that the bat bent after being hit against the piñata too much. We eventually had to switch to a baseball bat. The baseball bat is what did it in, in the end, after much persuasion (persuasion, in this case, is the piñata being whacked repeatedly on the neck). After the piñata finally broke, we reaped the spoils by all jumping onto the candy as fast as possible. I took all the BlowPops.

I had someone take a picture of me with the piñata carcass that I wanted to post, but alas, I do not know what happened to this picture. After the piñata fiasco, we went back inside and Josalyn opened her gifts, and it was all good fun, really. Unfortunately, three o clock came too soon, and I had to leave. I bought some time though by not flagging my mom down when she was driving, lost, through the neighborhood.

Josalyn, I am so sorry it took me so long to write this post. You're such a great friend and I'm sorry if you felt like I was putting you off, which I promise I was not trying to do intentionally. I hope you liked this summary of your birthday party <> <>

DAT UPD8

I'm really sorry to any of my non-Homestuck reader blog followers, but this post is 100% necessary. Warning: Spoilers

THE UPDATE. LAST NIGHT. WHAT THE HECK.

I can't help but wonder why in the world Gamzee and John kissed. Like, what the heck was the motive behind that? God, Hussie is just killing all of the JohnxDave shippers right now. Okay, I can't really write about this anymore so here's this picture

HSDGJ:SDG:DGHS:IUHSDGIUHSEIOG

I also made this picture my blog background today because I feel like it's imperative that I use it as a background, despite the fact that it drives me crazy. 

Goodbye, I think I'm going to go curl up in a ball now. 

EDIT: Okay, I think I've calmed down now. Sorry this post was so crappy but I can't write about this yet... it's too soon. 

EDIT #2: I am going to try to write more about this now... 

Another reason this is so upsetting is that last night after I got out of the shower I was planning on actually doing homework. It was around nine o clock at night so there wasn't really a point, but I was going to try nonetheless. Wait, I thought, I should check my email before I start studying. This was the first of a chain of big mistakes made last night. As I logged onto Yahoo last night I saw that I had an email. I clicked on the little envelope icon, excited to see what awaited me. When I saw that it was an update notification I nearly screamed. Then I hopped on over to MSPA to check out the latest flash. Immediately after I was done watching it I screamed a little bit and then logged into tumblr to see just how messed up everything on there was. I spent the next hour and a half browsing new JohnxGamzee artwork and rewatching the update. Before I knew it, it was eleven o clock, and I went to sleep. For reasons unknown still, I had a dream about Tavros dressed as a baby. Yeah, I'm confused too.