Hahahah...
Operation "Get into FIDM" is now in progress. I get two years to work on these people. So far my request for information of patenting my shacket (no longer shants..i like shacket better even though it makes less sense) managed to catch their attention. Or at least a certain Joanne's attention.
This is the school I'm going to. I swear to god, it will be mine.
So heres the e-mail my new buddy Joanne Leannard sent me.

Hannah,
I will be happy to be your admissions advisor!Make sure you list my name whenver you email or mail to FIDM!You sound very creative!!!!! I will mail out a packet, call me when you get it!!!!!Joanne Lennard
Admissions Advisor
Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising
213.624.1201
ext.5245800.624.1200
ext.5245
Fax:213.624.4799jlennard@fidm.com

I got 12 exclamation points within that letter. This is where I'm going. It has to be. I don't want to go nowheres else. Safety...I'll apply to Moore. Mebbe. But this place rocks hardcore. And in case you haven't been to www.fidm.com yet, I sugest going. The website is pretty crazy-go-nuts.
Hooray for networking!

"Don't badger me anymore otherwise I'll be all like 'AHH! CORNER!' and I'll run there!"-Molly Rose

Mr. Gillespie is an odd duck. I get extra credit for going to the wrestling match tonight. O well. I will attend the wrestling match and tote my sketchbook along with me. I have some RFR stuff to work on anyways.
I am not sure how I quadruple posted. Hopefully that problem will go away on it's own.
I respect Mr Gillespie alot, 'chauvanist bastard' comments aside. Quite frankly he's just a guy thats obviously been treated like shit by a gauntlet of uber-superficial, manipulating, souless females. "fed up". I understand what that is. And when he makes comments in class about women being high-maintenence, you know what? It's because a lot of them ARE. I mean lord..the things I've seen women put guys through..*shudder*...
But yeah. He doesn't take shit from students. He's not lenient. But he does his job the way it's supposed to be done. I have a lot of respect for that. It takes strength.
Here's my theory.
Ms. C. and Mr. Gillespie should go out.
Before you gag and/or vomit, please consider.
a) they are both short
b) they have both had it with ridiculous romance games and would be down to earth with eachother.
c) They are already friends.
d) Ms. C. is not an idiot. Mr Gillespie would be incompatible with idiots.
e) They both love history.
f) I brought it up to Mr Gillespie's face. He responded "No..no relationships in the workplace" then sort of said half to himself "she deserves better than me anyway"
...O_O what kind of f*in lingo is that? The man is constantly sauntering in and out of our class as well.
DAMMNIT. THEY SHOULD GO OUT.
but of course, it won't happen unless somebody with more authority than me goes between them and tells them to snap out of it.
Maybe. I just think it would work. He's a bit of a hard-ass on students, but hell, so is Ms. C.
Or this could be a completely insane theory. But whatever. This is the internet. Conspiracy theories fly free!

"I don't have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They're upstairs in my socks"-Groucho Marx

Latkes.
*salivates profusely*
Jason.
*salivates even more profusely*
Of course nobody needed to hear that. But since when has TMI been a factor, neh?
I'm a hungry hungry hippo.
Odd thing-I thought there was a blender outside my window operating on it's own. It was frightening.
Darkness. the faint typing from a keyboard. The pitter patter of rain. Suddenly a small noise pricks up hannah's ear. She looks at the front window. Sees nothing. She is about to turn back to her duties when suddenly she heard it. Sharp blades. Electricity. Four speeds...of doom.
That should be a movie. House appliances just start chewing at people. It should be some kind of backwards satire on matierial possessions.
hrm.
Networking in the fashion industry. This I must start doing and start doing now.
Industry. I'm not a mathematical person but I have an odd fetish for business suits, PDA's, my pager and my business cards. Marching around in heels telling people I'll pencil them in, meeting people for lunch..
It's a fun part to play, the mini businesswoman.
A girl who used to beat up on me in seventh grade suddenly resurfaced and is clawing at me for friendship. Odd, but I don't quite mind. She seems like a nice kid. Greatly changed neways. Elle s'apelle Brooke. Hooray for random friends!
Sage-u is 18. Happy that.
Noel-nyu is leaving. To the daddy's house. dos weeks. I'm going to miss her a lot. She keeps apparel design sane. Y murliffas mommy must you kick out the Noel-nyu? I loff her soo..

EQ&NE
SO&RC
HS&JS
MR&YBSS
D&JP

I like this. I really, really like this.
I'M HUNGRY. GAHH MAMOOSE FINISH YOUR LATKFOOD!
"I may not be the best looking guy here, but I'm the only one talking to you"-I found a webpage full of pickup lines. This one is shitty enough to be funny. Although my favorite on the site is
*pick up a pack of sugar that says "sugar" on it, hand it to the person*
you dropped your nametag.

11 months until my next birthday.
Attention people who are turning 18 or are 18.
Please contribute to Hannah's porn fund. Donations that are acceptable include porn.
Bring forth..the porn.
I'm gross. I'm teetering on the edge of losing people's respect. Not that people that care about such things matter.
O well. After highschool is done I wont be seein much of anybody anyway. Sadness though. I'm gonna miss my Jasonn'Mollyn'Joey. Joey might be leaving this year. To another school. Goddamn that is going to suck. He really is my bestest buddy equaliizored to the Molly.
Went to church today with the sage. I've missed him. Good person to talk to, good soul. But I did my sales rep routine for the UU's selling youth group merch with Buxmont logos on it. I'm a very annoying retail woman.
See, the lemon smells better than the slugs so that is better for romance. I'll have to order that mummy hand for you.
Hello Buffy the vampire slayer reference. heheh..
Tabula Rosa.
Hannah's new obscure movie obsession, to be added on the list with "Wizards" "Downtown 81" "What the Bleep" and "The Cabinet of Dr. Calligari".
My friends, this movie is entitled "four rooms". Each room is a different director, there's antonio bandareas, nude psycho witches, Quentin Tarantino, vomit, ice, chopped off fingers, dead hookers, misbehaving children, and a Bellhop with a swing to his step. GO FOR IT.
Hannah's new internet cartoon obsession is www.angryalien.com . This my friends is nothing more than 30-second reanactments of horror movies. With cartoon bunnies. Go for that as well.
Have fun.

"When they put unknown at the end of a quote, that means they probably don't no how to spell anonymous" -unknown