Let's groove-september-earth wind and fayaaa-
Got a P.h.d. in advanced bod-ay moovin
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got three words to end this letter- we tired o'y'all.
Support the funk, buy Prince's newest Musicology.
my voice is gettin higher an' I ain't never had my nose done...
I'm gonna lay you across my piano bench and sing to youuuuu..

Sheeeeeesas. Boy done hit his peak years after he was 'sposed ta.
I have ink all over my fingers from the printing.
fart.

"Life is a terminal illness"-My first meaningful quote. And the best thing is, I didn't say it. It's just in my mind. Until now. Its a nice literary-type quote ain't it?
guess who babbles about themself, but can't quite figure out whether she enjoys or is disgusted by it?

Do what ya gotta do.
For some reason, hearing my dad say that just cleared everything up for me.
I have 6 days of tutoring crammed into the next week and a half, one tae kwon do tournament, insane amount of classes, must make up form, must write term paper, must mail in relentless application, must sign my soul away to said tae kwon do studio for the rest of May, must fulfill religious duties (church and otherwise, Beltane's just around the corner), mustmustmustmustmustmustmust...
Well. One thing at a time I suppose. Just gotta quit that "sleeping" thing.
Went home early yesterday. Stress induced stomachache.
Pictures of hannah eating a daffodil would be fun to post, but unfortunately I'm a technology douchette.
Meda..make me a layout..
o crap, no PUTTHEWANDBACK-
*poof*
*turns into a layout*
K8:omigod! Sry! j/k j/k lol
*dispoof*
whurg.
The end. You won't see me for the rest of may. Tae kwon Do has bought my soul for under-the-table payment.
"Hannah:This smells like play-doh.
Dad: Makes you wonder where socrates is."..yeah you'll have to read that one out loud and then you still might not get it.

My feet hurt.
I forgot to take my meds this morning, so i'm alls fliggiberish. I keep having intrusive thoughts about javelins and giggling really hard without opening my mouth enough and my face gets all red and I feel like i'm gon' esplode.
My very first tae kwon do staff meeting to-day :-D. Working alongside tyler in the blazing air conditioning. I sit pretty behind desk and watch tyler showoff like a macho tan thing WHUF.
Actually, him and his brother are getting a lot of crap for being too cocky and not listening to the teachers. Its true..but like I said, its the negative characteristics that I find the most interesting. Besides, he's a pisces. He's probably just justifying a fragile ego anyway.
Astrology is considered bullshit by so many. I wouldn't believe it either, if it hadn't tried and true so many consecutive times. If what these things say don't fit you, I'll eat my hat. And I have a lot of hats! I could go all day!
Sunburn.
My horoscopes are a broken record nobody wants to hear about. Mainly because my chart is all scrunched into one side, so alot of signs repeat.
poo.
i need food.
and sleep.
Sleepy foody foody sleep
paper, print

"How many freudians does it take to screw in a lightbulb. Two. One to screw in the lightbulb, and the other to hold the penis. I mean..ladder. Sorry, freudian slip."-Temma, by way of Steve.

If you saw the real post, it was karmic. So remember it well.
My mask slipped. I put it back on, now I delete the prepost. bah. fuck honesty.

Hannah: I always forget there's a friday's here
Dad: Me too. In fact, where is it? *starts driving in circles around the friday's parking lot*

Day-o, dayyy o
daylight set now I gotta make post.

SO. Bum-freak sage-u forgot to tell me I wasn't going to church, so I spent some of my morning making a really large chalk mural in my driveway while waiting. Then I called, and it was "ooo i'm sages mom and sage is in trouble oooo he went to prom oooo blablabla you guys should be communication ect,". So my darling daddy drove me to church in haste, where I played a weird variation on tag. Because platypus loves orange. See, UU's don't read this, cept alison, so noone will get this..cept maybe alison..if she reads this..my name is something or other, you killed my father, prepare to die -.-
Cinnamon life is by far my favorite cereal.
I got a new chemical brothers cd O_O *drool*. God they are the stuff of genius and I've only listened to the first disc..auehfhgbbbbgg
don't relyy on uss to get you highhhh...
block rockin beatz, baby. ughh. Soo freaking goodums..
ran around in my woods again. Oddly enough, a couple strolled through there with a baby carriage. Usually I'm alone. I hid behind a tree. Everytime I'm in the woods I go into deer mode. I can hear things a mile away and my head always perks up. And deer follow me. Anyway I am acting shifty. I get a closer look at the couple. It's Mr Estes, Wife, and Baby. Hah! But I wait. Later I walk out onto the street and pretend to see them for the first time. They're doin alright. Of course, who wouldn't be with their wife, perfect weather, and their first-born child?
God I love children. With each passing day I think it even more and more. I want one of my own to care for. Babysitting is awesome, I truly don't do it enough. even though I did manage to gain myself a client at church. Exchanged phone numbers and everything. The girl's adorable. Rachel, I think.
Other church thing- I'm auctioning off some of my conceptual hand sculptures. I sidled into the auction commitee meeting and filled out a form. Hopefully I can make the UU's some $$'s. And get my name out there as an artist.
I don't quite feel like I'm totally belonging there yet, but its getting there.. It's still Sage's church in my mind. But dude's been there so long his influence is all over the place. Like dog hair. Or sand. Can't get rid of it.
Oy I'm one sunburned young lobster.
..lady..
yes.
I still owe that church 25$. I'm an ass for not paying them, they're all so goddamn nice to me..whurgen. Once I get that babysitting check, or that pending check from relentless, or next weeks lunch money, or I cash in all my spare change, I swear to god next week..
I truly did mean to pay them on the spot with parental money but robin wasn't there so I spent it on my fedora. Which is my favorite hat. I don't regret buying it. So sue me! It's not like theres a Uniterian hell!
the toilet paper at that church is so fucking soft...
Hip. Hop. Do it till you drop.
bye.

"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die"-Mel (Matt, hee emily ^_^) Gibson
"But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost."-Thoreau