Always, ALWAYS take your psycho-pills before you post!
I'm fine. Seriously. When I posted before I had just woken up. Although everything there is true, its also very tainted by lack of food and drug.
Don't worry about moi. Just got hit by reality too hard when I woke up. Pax kids. Gone to long beach, back in a week.

"I'm perfectly calm until I'm awake."-One of those bumper stickers.

Two households both alike in dignity
(In fair Abington where we lay our scene)
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, naught could remove
Is now the eternal traffic of my life
The which, if you patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Cryptic? Fine, kids. Here's the deal. True love over a ridiculously short period of time does not, repeat, DOES NOT, just happen in movies. Also, I stick by my previous statements, True Love also hurts like a bitch.
Sam pulls up at my house, on curfew. Dad walks out the house. My Dad? Well, his body anyway. The rest of him was gone. He ID's my Sam. Drivers liscense.
Fuck.
..5/21/82..
Do the fucking math, hand me a mirror..no I don't appear to look like I give a shit..now form your judgements. Ah yes..he's taking advantage of me is he? His intentions are wrong, are they? Just because its a law its immediately..wrong..
Fuck, now I'm crying.
If you ever lay so much as one hand on my daughter you are going to jail..i have a lawyer..
(no..daddy, no..)
Stagatory rape! thats a felony in the state of pennsylvania!
(dad where are you, you can't be wrong now, no..)
I follow him in the house but in my mind he's fucking dragging me in kicking and screaming. But at least I had my fucking dignity.

Dad:Hannah, this isn't your fault.
Hannah: Oh yes it is. I already knew. And you don't know him.

And so I beared the brunt of the blame from there on in.
You could have gotten him in a world of trouble
jail..college..he's not an American citizen..
Your fault, your fault
Hannah: But who would tell them?
Dad: I would.
Hannah: Why.
Dad: Because thats the way it is. Whats going through a 22-year olds mind is different than a sixteen year olds..
FUCK.
No.
Dads on the warpath. FUCK. he figures out everything. And I mean motherfucking everything. If I keep seeing him, I'm going to have to revert to near-espionage.
A boyfriends not worth it, eh?
O really?
You don't get it. Trust me when I say this, until you've seen us, seen the way he acts around me..fuck. We literally held hands and skipped down the street last night. Ring any fucking bells? His name is Lennie. Of mice and men. No, he's not mentally retarded shitheads. But he's a kid. He knows all of the responsibilities of a man. But in the end..he just wants a fuzzy puppy or stuffed animal to hold on to, but he doesn't remember his size..his age..
I don't expect anybody to believe me. But I love him. I only know its true because I just got hit in the chest with a very large wad of pain when I typed that.
He wasn't looking for sex. He was looking for love. Blatant honesty, I was the one with the shitty intentions. But..i fell in love. Found out he was 22. Didn't care, I wasn't going to let him go.
Montague.
so..where do I go from here?
As far as you know, we're broken up. But choose your own ending.
A)We're broken up.
B)I wait until I'm 18.
C) This Capulet breaks the fucking taboo with a vengance and watches the dude sail back to Canada, waits a year in agony, goes through another summer in the dark, November rolls around again, aye, we are free.

..Yeap. I highly doubt you believe me. I wouldn't believe me. This is a fucking movie plot. But mark my words, even if it means waiting a year and a half..I don't believe its possible to do any better.
So. Your story that you stick by is we're broken up. However anything that comes out of my mouth with you in person may be a lie. We might actually have been broken up by my parents, we might not. On one hand, I'm a very devious child. On the other hand, I have never been one not to sacrifice everything for somebody I love..
Hurt him to save him?

This has been years in the making, hasn't it? Hannah finally parts with her father. God, no. I don't want this.
But somehow..i know I'm right this time. I know..I know..
Poor Mercutio. He never did no harm to no one, was just fucking smart.

Going to long beach island for a week. Thats long enough for you to take sides, I suppose. Not that I care.

"Never."-Emily Quinn. And I hadn't quite gotten the wisdom in it until now.

Okay, I, Hannah Sutin, promise to never blog when I'm in that kind of endorphin-drunk state of mind again. For one, it was extremely difficult for me to type because I was so sluggishly blissed out, for two it just looks nauseating. Also! This will be the last time I gush over the virtues of my new boyfriend, because I do not want to torture you. I could go on for hours until you contract a disease and die. Honestly. I mean it. And if I ever do it again, mail me a virus. Not a computer virus..I mean like snail me smallpox or something. Here's my address.
1503 Shoemaker Rd
Abington, PA
19001
There. You have it.
Anyway, indeed I would have to be a fucking moron to let this one sail away. I realized after he left that fateful tuesday night I didn't know a lot about him, so I sent him a long email with a bunch of questions. I answered them myself, then he sent me an email back answering all of my questions. I read it after I blogged last night, otherwise I might have just typed a bunch of random letters in that entry because I damn near turned into a pile of goo when I read that email.
But first! I wrote in my email I wasn't eating wheat. When he picked me up from work there was a bag of these wheat-free chocolate chip cookies I eat in the backseat for me :-D eee!
Okay, highpoints from the email.

Nicknames: Sammy wammy, whammy, smurf, capedude

Occupation: Mindless red-and-khaki drone for the evil empire of Target Corporation-i dont know my hours yet but when I do I'll let you know. I also do some bartending work for a catering company. I'm really good at making drinks. Do you drink at all? Even if you dont-I can make kickass smoothies.

Most of my free time I spend with my friends, just hanging out, ranting, talking philosophy, or watching dvds. I major in philosophy at college, and Im a bit of an existentialist (Editors note..I TOLD YOU HE WAS MALE MOLLY!) I am a huge fan of irony, and will even go so far as to generate it when I feel there isn't enough of it around.

I collect fuzzy things, especially stuffed animal penguins, i have about 20 of them. (Editors note-Alyssa, you must meet this guy. You have quite a bit in common.)

I also am a very good cook and I enjoy cooking for myself and for others. I do breakfast especially well.

I have a very dirty mind and an unusual sense of humor that varies between sexual innuendo and play on words.

I like rubber duckies.

JACK. FUCKING. POT.

And to top it all off I had this really odd dream last night where I was making out with a bunch of girls (probably because I was watching girls make out for a good portion of last night, eheh). And I woke up and I was sorta tired and couldn't really remember if I was straight or not..then I remembered I had a boyfriend.
Thank you for reminding me I'm straight, Sam.

"Oh, Sam. I'd never gouge your eyes out with a corkscrew."-I'm sorry but, HA!..and this will be the last time, for your sake. I mean truthfully we're nauseating enough in person without you having to deal with us in cyberspace.

ahahahahahaa..
Dude i'm so fucking twittertrippin its not even funny..
my boyfriend..ahhh..where in hell has my Samwise been all my life? (Hey ringworms, did I mispell that?)..fuggins..so..eh..men like this aren't supposed to be real i tells ya..ahahahaha
You know..
Whee..
floogins.
I don't even..
whoa.
fwwshh.
Surreal, really. Met this guy twice, then the third time we decided to go out, and suddenly the fourth time my sam-nyu and I are in a diner in Havertown scootin around first base with the lad while our bisexual friends Jennie and Shoe (i don't know) are doing the same in the booth seat across from us. Wow man.
Dude..i'm dating a frat boy..AHAHAHA
Man my world has taken a sudden shift.
Time to die with a huge fucking grin on my face..

Sam: That sausage just looks..wrong.
Hannah: *pause* Yeah, it needs a turtleneck.

"I thought you were cute the first time I saw you"
...:)...
It's 3:44. Sam-nyu came over from 10:30-12ish. We started watching Angel Sanctuary. There are three episodes in Angel Sanctuary.
Opening Credits:Snuggly under blanket
Episode One: Holding hands
Episode Two: ..*smooch*..
Episode Three: makin out like a bandit
End Credits:
Sam: You're so cute.
Hannah: Go out with me.
Sam: I will!

...HA!...
Eventually MY BOYFRIEND (god, its been wayyy too fucking long) will be working at target. Look for the goth one with the sparkly blue eyes and black hair n goatee about 2 in taller than me. His voice sounds like homestar runner. It makes me smile.
<3
""Dilbert's Words of Wisdom: You're slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter."
"-I found this silly quotes site that doesn't list sources. So I'm going to start making up names. This one can be Sam, because I'm gross.

'Meda's so very cool..osocool..socool...coolest of the cool..shes the queen and smarter than the british kind..
ALRIGHT! Finally a new layout for the Hannah! If the orange hurt your eyes, I promise you this will hurt your eyes EVEN MORE! BAHAHAHAHA. Orange and purple clash gorgeously and the polka dots..they just..wow. Thank you so much, Meda-chan.
So..i'm shivering in antica


pation.
Sam-nyu is coming over at some point L8r to watch some anime avec moi. My parents are drinking wine and watching Northern Exposure, so I doubt they'll be awake or present ^_^ hee. Seduction time, bow chica wow wow..
So! Hannah trying to hook a man, take two. Angel Sanctuary is good. I mean, you got explosions, angels, demons, pointy seven bladed swords, questionable sexual orientations, questionable genders, incestual romance..yup, all the necessary clicks and whistles of a good anime series.
So! Second verse same as the first, neh?
once again..MEDA YOU KICK ASS. HEYOO!
"Cianti..man this is some serious Christopher Columbus wine here. Makes me wanna find a Native American and chop his nose off."-My wonderful Dad.

It's 7:30. Believe it or not, I've been waking up this early all summer voluntarily. My days are long.
Melissa m'dear, being "curt" (if that's your word for honest, which nowhere near enough people act towards me anyway) will not stop this child when she has an idea and a sudden opportunity to leave a mysterious box on somebody's doorstep. I literally jumped out of my dad's car and hummed the mission impossible theme song until I had returned box-less.
I'm very relieved that you likes it! I had this weird nightmare less than an hour ago where I walked outside my house and the box was sitting there with a note taped to the top that said "take this box and shove it" because you thought sage and I were having an affair. But see THAT wasn't possible because I was having sex with a robot, so I had to go over to your house and justify myself, but somehow I got distracted by my sixth grade teacher..
This is why I wake up at 7:30. I want to.
Yeah, I'll make a "melissa" version when you go to Rowe. I had a good time adding things. Especially the phoneless cord.
Chilled with Emily and Marla for a bit yesterday. They're awesome white people.
Holy crud my business cards have embossed ink and pictures of dragons! :-D!!
..I should call somebody..o wait it's 7:52..OO! DAN KRESS! He awakes at 6!..no, i'm not dressed..I leave this house under no circumstance without strapping myself into a bra-type contraption.
"Why don't they make the entire plane out of that Black Box stuff?"-George Carlin