Houston We Have a Problem

I realized that my blog title is a reference to math. This is extremely disturbing. I wrote a poem to express my feelings. I am not good at rhyming so it isn't a very good poem. 

Houston We Have a Problem

It was about a week or so ago

from today,

I discovered I have a problem

that is making my conscious  pay. 

My blog so sweetly titled

“Infinitely Pi”

is a strikingly clear math reference,

that is making me want to cry.

we all know that I hate math

I make

my stance clear

that is why this blog title

makes me cringe and jeer. 

It is hard to say why I

named my

blog as I did. 

It all seemed so clever,

Now it has occurred to me that it’s quite stupid.

I wrack my brain for 

better names

yet none come to mind except for

“Hannah’s Bodacious Dance Party” and

“Anti-math movement corps”

Now this poem is losing

its rhythm 

Please oh please give me name ideas

to offer me emotional freedom. 

-Welp, that's it. I wrote it in like five minutes this morning. 

Meow

So instead of writing an actual post today I'm going to pull another one of my lazy stunts and just post an unfinished draft I found. This one I wrote like five months ago and I don't really know what inspired me to come up with it. Without further ado...

Some days, I feel like being spontaneously creative. I don't know what I want to do, but I know that I need to release my inner artist (pretend like I pronounced it 'arteeest'). Anyway, I'm having one of those days today, so here we are. I have decided that I will just write about my day, since I don't know what other outlet I can release my spunkiness into... mrgrmsmsmsgrm.


6:00 AM- wake up before alarm, worry if alarm will go off or not. Fall back asleep.


6:30 AM- Alarm does go off. Trudge out of bed, let my dog outdoors to go to the bathroom.


6:35 AM- start boiling water for tea. Go back to room to get dressed. Luckily, I chose my outfit the night before, so I feel accomplished that I have one less hurdle to jump.


6:40 AM- let dog inside. I forgot I was boiling water, and rush over to the stove and take the pot off the heat. Take a painstakingly long time to decide between strawberry and blueberry flavored tea. I choose blueberry.


6:50 AM- finish getting ready, pull shoes out of closet, dust old mud off the soles.


7:00 AM- Think I was ready by now? No. I wasn't. I spent another fifteen minutes dawdling around finishing my tea and petting my lovely dog.


7:15 AM- Finally leave my home. The car ride is uneventful


Wow. That was stupid. I wonder why I used to be so obsessed with my dog and also tea. By the way, the strawberry tea was nasty, that is why I chose blueberry. Interesting how I remember that, but not why I titled this post "Meow". I have no explanation whatsoever.

So Then That Happened...

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Yeah... this is more accurate, isn't it? 

I hope to God these don't come back to haunt me some day. 

My Blueberry Hands

Today I helped out my friend Leah...

This is her. Look at that cute face. 

Anyway, her parents are opening a dollar store, and they were in need of some help. Her mom asked Leah and I to paint cardboard letters purple so they could be hung on the walls and say things like "Jewelry" and "Pet Care". What I want to know is how such a simple task could go so horribly wrong. 

The type of paint we used was acrylic, which most of you probably know stains clothes. What I discovered today is that it can also stain your body. Since I most unfortunately lack the fine motor skills it takes to use a paint brush and not get paint all over me, the staining of my hands was inevitable. The more concerning aspect is how it ended up all over my legs. As far as my hands go, it looks like I spent the better half of my afternoon picking blueberries in good old Farmer Brown's blueberry patch. My fingers were stained an exquisite purpley-blue that is apparently unique to only blueberries and purple acrylic paint. No matter how much I scrubbed, the stains would not come off. Upon further inspection it looked like I had slammed both of my hands in a door, and sustained some major bruises. 

My legs are another story. The paint that managed to find it's way onto my legs looks like scrapes. Seriously guys, if I went out in public I'm sure about half the people I saw would approach me and ask if I needed medical attention. Really, though, I'll let you all be the judge of my situation. Just... here. Here are the pictures. 

Palms of my hands had it the worst, I think. 

My nails. Oh God, the paint will probably become part of my nails soon enough. 

I was hesitant to post a picture of my leg on here. I think that the paint that looks like claw scrapes on my thigh are worth noting. 

Photos curtesy of Leah and her camera. I hope this paint comes off soon. I want to be able to wear shorts. 

Glimpses from a Friday Afternoon

Friday was sort of not fun. I had a Biology quiz that I didn't actually study that hard for, and I'm pretty sure I failed it. This fun interaction took place shortly after I finished the quiz.

Setting: Biology Lab, lab table two. I take a seat next to my friend.


Me: I think I just failed that quiz.
Friend: Yeah, me too. 
Me: God, sometimes I hate Biology so much I just want it to die! (slams table with fist to prove point. Knocks over a container of plant leaves.)
Friend: Uh... are you going to clean that up?
Me: (crosses arms across chest) No. 
*Five minute intermission where nothing exciting happens*
Biology Teacher: (walks over to lab table two, examines leaves strewn on table.) Gosh, the kids in the period before you guys are so lazy. I'll clean up their mess.
Me: Uhmmm... (looks at friend, not sure what to say).
Biology teahcer: (picks up leaves, throws them away.)
Friend: aren't you going to tell him it was you?
Me: Not today... not today. 


Yeah, I feel sort of bad about this, but I feel like some things need to be left unsaid in this situation.


The following period my Economics teacher saw I had Homestuck pulled up on my computer and got all on my case about it (Okay, not really, he just was all, "What is THAT?"). Then I went to math, where my teacher noticed that I had written "Math Is Stupid" along the top of my paper the day before, and acted insulted by it. So many awkward interactions, so little time. Luckily I'm on Spring break right now, so I'll be able to blog everyday! Loljk I'm really going to be catching up on Homestuck. See you soon, my lovely readers!

P.S.- Happy April Fool's Day!

Happy Thanksgiving... Sort Of

*Sigh*

It was cold today. So cold, in fact, I had to wear my winter coat. As I begrudgingly pulled it out of my closet, memories of tank tops and shorts floated through my mind. When I went to pull my hands through each sleeve, I cringed as the insulation crinkled at my touch. The fact that it is no longer summer hit me like a brick to the head.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind winter. That much. Well, I really only like winter during December, because of Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's. But once I mark January first off of my calendar, I hate winter with a burning, fiery passion in my soul.

Here is a simulation of what happens:

The date has been marked off on my calendar.

My drawn-out and over dramatic sigh. 

Even though Thanksgiving hasn't happened yet, I am already trying to mentally prepare myself for the seasonal depression that sets in during January. Generally I am able to pull myself out of the funk by sometime in mid-April. But that never seems to come soon enough. 

I was doing a pretty good job not hating winter today, until in the car about an hour ago. Here is what happened: 

Me enjoying my car ride in peace.

A Christmas Carol comes of the radio.

Me unsure of what just happened. 

I couldn't believe it. A Christmas carol. Before Thanksgiving. That's a first for me. I feel kind of bad for Thanksgiving, you know? It hardly gets any recognition. Christmas and Halloween always but in and get all the recognition. Poor Thanksgiving. 

Let's all have a moment of silence for Thanksgiving. 

Okay, moment over.

Anyway, here is an album to tide you over until the next post, I've been listening to it as I was writing. It's kind of melancholy*, which makes sense, since we're mourning Thanksgiving here. Enjoy. 

http://gorillaz.com/g-player/audio/d-sides

*Stop the Dams...