Schools over.
I have managed to find no considerable relief from the latter. It's a normal overly stressful weekend with some fun thrown in. Somewhere.
O yeah, friday night was fun. Went to molly's house for extreme DDR training. I will buy that game and a playstation 2 (not 4..they don't exist ehehehe not that i thought that before or anything..). Anyways, my face and head hurts and i'm bleeding like i've been shot several times. TMI? TS! XP
Fucking dance recitals!
Had one this morning. Tap and hip hop. Went okay except i forgot part of one costume, felt like shit the whole time, and had a pounding headache. Actually it didn't go okay. But the second one in the afternoon was worse.
Theres a part in the tap dance in the second one where i'm wearing a jail outfit over a club outfit. I'm supposed to take the jail outfit off in the middle of the dance. While i was taking off my jail pants, guess what happened? GUESS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED! Jesus..half the freaking crowd and all of backstage saw my underwear. it was only halfway off when i noticed, not down around my ankles or anything but I was crying hysterically for the better part of fifteen minutes anyway. I walked offstage and immediately screamed. I can't really explain it. It was like that scene in carrie right after she gets dumped with the blood where everything slows down and then she gets a thought (they're LOOKING at me) and breaks and starts running and crying. Then she vents by telekinetically lashing out and throwing a teacher across the room. Except i couldn't do that so i had all this freaking supressed anger. ALl these people were laughing but they also were being all sympathetic over it i was like ready to slap them. There was real sympathy too, i'll be fair. I liked them. But those goddamn phony dancers that never look at me twice any other time and when i try to talk to them regularly have telephone poles shoved up their asses...where the fuck are my telekinetic powers..
Thank god alyssa and emily were there to a) barely notice and b) calm me the fuck down.
I came home feeling like death herself. My parents were extremely helpful in getting me a bag of junkfood and bowl of ice cream. Times like this, i need bad food. while they were out, i looked in the fridge for something to drink and my eyes fell on the bottle of white wine. Without even thinking i gulped a few verrrrry long drinks out of that and felt immensely better. I would have finished the bottle if that wouldn't have made it blatently obvious that i had been drinking. I then read some yearbook signatures and watched Old School with my family. Thats all for today. Stupid shitty day. Feel like i've been shot in the stomach.

"If you throw a cat out of a car window, is that considered kitty litter?"-Jake Stevens

Ich habe eihe Forelle

German title JUST LIKE ALMEDA-CHAN!!
Sage came over outta nowhere the other day. That was more fun than a gummybucket of psycosis. We played snarfblat. If you come over, ask to play snarfblat. It's a good game.
I am filled with rage at my math teacher. The nine weeker was astonishingly hard and lengthy. I had 17 questions blank. He did not allow extra time. I have an IEP. I refuse to put up with his shit. Stupid Malis barfhead. He needs to teach small children. They would laugh at his jokes. And like him.

"You are unique. Just like everyone else."-Demotivational Poster.

I don't like myself all that much right now. I'm being mean to family. I'm lying about trivial things that i don't need to lie about, like not finishing ones homework. This isn't new. It's very, very, old. But I'm noticing it for the first time. I'm a pathological liar. I tried to go the day without lying, and couldn't do it. (shakes head at self) I need a slap in the face and a strong drink. I don't like the effect of drunkeness, but i like the way alcohol burns. But don't worry folks, hannah's not drinking. Just thinking about it.
Went to june fete with Molly an Emily. Muddy, nauseating, and fun. Cotton candy. Bingo. Rides that spin too much. Two new friends (becca and a person who is either named steve or alex and the fact i don't know is bugging the shit out of me). Hmmm. Anyway, dad got mad because I got mud in his car. Understandable. I cried a lot today. Honesty is ruining my life. But in the end, i'll be better.
In order to be reborn, one needs to die...
I have already used this quote, but its very appropriate for today.

"When the winds of change blow hard enough, even the most trivial of things can turn into deadly projectiles."-Demotivational poster. Despair dot com.