Somewhere in between realizing we both eat honey on our chicken nuggets, screaming Yatta, Bicycle, and Bohemian Rhapsody out of the car window, quoting simpsons and family guy, trading stories about our Irish grandmothers, eating ice cream, belting show tunes, and reminicising about our 7th grade english teacher (Nilsen rocked hardcore) I've realized Joe Pettine and I are going to be great friends. He was in a Broadway revue thingie last night. He was Fagan in an Oliver number, a teacher in Fame, and various backround parts in other things. Flippin' awesome that dude is. And the girl singers..holy SHITE. they kick ass so much more than abington people. They were so much more relaxed and enjoying themselves..I would much rather be in that than grease honestly. Since I got there kinda early (joe drove me, then he had to change n' stuff) I talked to a bunch of the girls backstage. They were all really nice and complimented my tutu. They encouraged me to try out next year. I think I might just do that. Provided my parents aren't the metephorical Tonya Harding lead pipe to the knees..ooh good one. I made him a sculpey figurine, as is my custom these days for most people in shows (except for Angie, whom I gave a huge bouquet of hot pink carnations). Anyway, it was an interesting car conversation.

Hannah: *takes figurine, puts it in cofee cup* hey, cup of joe!
Joe: *shakes head* You know, I wish I had this at school so I could put it on the desk in front of my calculator and people would ask me 'what are you doing' and I'd be like 'average joe'.
Hannah: *sniggle*
Joe: Or, I'd put a bunch of ketchup and mustard on it and people would be like 'what's that?' and I'd say 'sloppy joe'
Hannah: you could put it on a boat in a stream and it'd be flow joe..

yeah, I think i might have to let him deflower me ^_^.

Those of you lucky enough to have your lives, take them with you! However..leave the limbs you've lost. They belong to me now.
That said, good luck seniors! (even though they don't read this).
My weekend blurred together ridiculously because of my sudden lack of tae kwon do scheduling over memorial day vacation closedness. So, suddenly there was a blank spot in my agenda book and I was thrown for a loop. Relaxation..NOO! Must have plans! I don't remember what order anything went it, but marla and emily were over watching Bruce Lee at one point, Marley Molly and I terrorized the neighborhood in odd costumes, and there was one moment of inspiration (sunday night?) when I found myself at leisure, flipped open my address book and phoned..Joe Pettine!
Hannah: I'm bored.
Joe: Wanna go out with me and my friends?
Hannah: Yes please!
The rest was history. Zooming around abington with Seamus, Joe, Chris, Kevin, and Jennie was awesomeness. Especially at the playground at ardsley wherin I demonstrated my ninja skillz.
Then the next morning I walked halfway to brave new worlds for their last-day-at-new-location sale and I was picked up the other half by Seamus, Joe, and Seamus's darling sibling Deidre in that crazy-ass yellow bug. I had to do a contortionist routine to fit in the back, but it was still fun. And I got a 3x3 eyes graphic novel for $2.70...still in japanese. With the receit. Ah, all the art without the botherings of a plot. Its like the reverse of a book without pictures!
So brave new worlds is moving to willow grove. Farther from Seamus and Kevin, equidistant from me, closer to Joe, RIDICULOUSLY UNFAIRLY closer to Sage.
Dude, all those amazing single guys with cars are making me dizzy. fweee Joseph. Good man.
TKD tonight. I'm ready (haven't been able to train for a few days).
Full moon approaching fast.
Today-Jareds birthday. I felt up his girlfriend once. She asked for it.
Reminder, RFR people, the 22nd. Nate and Sage, I'm trying to convince Ms. Dubois to let you guys do it anyway.
Luckily Joseph won't be leaving me. He's going to college in faraway..rocklege. Manner. He can still be mah buddy.
Gabe however..WAHH! I never knew him too well, but he hugged me today and he's just awesome. When I was at Angie's house, we only watched her sections of the choral concert, and then I insisted we watch "Hand for the Hog". Gabe is frickin awesome man. I remember yelling at my dad for asking me if he was wearing a wig when I showed him soph hope pictures. Something along the lines of
Dad: I hope thats a wig.
Hannah: Hell no, thats Gabe! He's fricking AWESOME.
Dad: The sideburns are very 70's throwback
Hannah: Damn straight!
I listened to Wu Tang Clan on the way to school. I have decided to start filching cd's off my brother. That CD is freaking amazing. Every track on it is delcious, beatsy, and its pure gangster instead of the fake crap thats just full of cliches. They actually know and utilize the gat, not just use busting caps to rhyme with well-dressed chaps. And they make references to green eggs and ham in the middle of their raps. Because they kick ass. Real drums. Nobody fucks with the Wu TANG!!!



"We carry like Mariah"-Wu Tang Method Man WHAT! DON'T MESS!

Oiiiiii fuckitty fuckitty fuckfuckfuck..
I apparently just totaled a social situation somewhere with a slip of the tongue. Crap..i gotta learn to keep my big mouth shut. For the love of god..some things just 'ent fair..conclusions, conservatives, points made, instances,..god people just need to stop protecting eachother so much from the world, otherwise it's all gonna hit 'em at once.
Sorry to be vague, but I don't want to mess anything up anymore than I already have..AKKKK I feel so bad..Aurora, you said the other day I had the ability to move on with life and forget things. Not true, I'm just a HUGE internalizer, except for when it comes to this blog thing..
I hate these things. Do I really expect everybody to humble themselves at my feet? Dear god I need to come back to reality sometimes..i'm not always so appropriate for this world..WHY..
Church this morning. I had to take a bus because Sage wasn't going and mom and dad were going hiking. Bus there was okay, I had to wait on the side of 611 on a milk carton breathing exhaust fumes for an hour and a half to get my ass back home. Hung out with Marla and Emily for a bit. Felt good then. Feel like total SHIT currently. Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhyyyyyyyyy
So much has gone to shit. Maybe because all my traveling has been reverse into my mind. I've been a bit more broody and quiet..
fuck which fantasy am I living in? Last time I felt this shitty it was PMS. guess what? It's a month later! I need to grow up. No, too late, already did that too fast.
I miss things. This has been the longest fucking school year of my life. Most people say it's gone too fast. I disagree. Wayy too freaking slow for me. I see absolutely no light at the end of the tunnel either, no matter what my planner says.
I need to go back to TKD. I need excercise! Sustinence! Wharg!
You know, I used to hug sage everyday. I've had two minutes of conversation with him in the past 3 weeks, no hugging inside of two months.
I used to hang out with Alyssa all the time. I haven't seen her for about a month.
I used to talk to Danielle every morning. Now we exchange a notebook, but we rarely talk.
I used to always get a's in french and english. Now I get b's or c's in both.
I used to talk to Ryan in person. Somehow, that hasn't happened. I just suck at the phone in general.
I used to write letters to my pen pal in kansas, my friend from Bensalem, my counselor in overlook, I used to visit overlook and the junior high, usedtausedtausedta
..fuck. Everythings breaking up and its all my own goddamn fault. I have..enough. WHY???
I want to eat but I can't because I suddenly feel chunky and not hungry. Maybe I should sleep. Die. Sculpt. Eating/Sculpting/Breathing one and the same, so I think I'll do that.
My head is in turmoil. I'll be back for you someday..
I want instant messenger back. consolation and consolation attempts at the click of a button! HOoRAY!
Chris's birthday tuesday. Keep it happy folks, and don't worry about me. It's probably just gas. Teenage angst is a difficult thing to express. Too many people have cried wolf, ya know?
Danielle is not one of them. DANIELLE IS GOD.


"That's telepathetic."-Angie. We said something in unison. Dude, I could use some Angie right now. She's like human ecstasy man..all sugar, and yet everything seems to become too real as a result..