Agonies galore

I have a ginormous cold-sore. I am in agony. I think I have an inkling of what Michael Crawford must have felt when he had to wear the make-up for Phantom. I just thought I would share that with the blogosphere, and you, my dearests!!!!!
It is a lovely day here in Chicago land. A trifle sticky, but oh well.
I made the knitting blog. If you want to see it, just go to hipknitsblog.blogspot.com. Or go to my profile and click on it from there. It is pretty boring, so far. I need to fiddle with it.
I find that I have nothing more to say, so I should probably sign off. Ah well.
My new fave song is Oceano by Josh Groban. :D I loff him. And you, of course. Never forget!!!

P.S.-I got a pic of me!! You can see it on my profile at the bottom of the page.

New Additions

I am thinking about adding a new blog. For my knitting. I wonder what you think, my beloveds? Maybe you are thinking, 'why a knitting blog? why not a writing one?' I will say why I don't think I will ever do a writing blog. Because, on a writing blog, I would be expected to write about what I am writing, and I am too afraid of having my ideas stolen to post them on the internet. So, what is the other thing that I love? Knitting. Plus, I have looked at a ton and I love the look of them.
Maybe you worry that I won't write in this blog as much if I make another one. I shall assuage your fears immediately: that will be for my knitting. My projects and such. This is my blog. It is in essence a continual letter to you! Why would I give that up?
Anyway, my birthday was wonderful. I had such a good time. It was lovely.
I should go. I only have a limited time on here, and I have other things to do. Sigh. Oh well.
OH! Go to Pandora. It is amazing. It is a free online radio. I love it. :D
Farewell, my beloveds! I lovest thee!

HAPPINESS GALORE!!!!!

So, I am finally ungrounded. YAY!!! I am reunited with you, my darling readers. I missed you.
Another thing. My birthday is tomorrow. I have decided to post a pic, so I will just say how old I will be. 16. Yeah, sweet sixteen. Yay!!
Ummm, how do I post a pic? I will work on it later.
Basically, this is the best. I am writing to you, I am going to be looking at different knitting patterns and blogs, and I am listening to Josh Groban. (Don't Give Up). AND I got over my cold in time for my birthday. Hallelujah. >sighs with contentment<>giggles like the foolish girl that she is<>rolls eyes at the impossibility<
I am listening to our theme song, readers. Heartland. I am not in the mood for sad songs just yet. You know, if you listen to the lyrics for this song, it isn't exactly happy. It is just upbeat. Just so you know.
You know what movie you should watch? The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. That is a good one. Especially for lit lovers like myself.
You know what a weird book is? The Picture of Dorian Gray. I liked the old black and white movie, but the book was just weird. I couldn't even finish it. And I can't NOT finish books. That should tell you something.
I should probably go. Oh well. I will get that pic now! That is a good thing. Now you will see what I look like. I wish I could say the same for all of you. Oh well. Farewell, my dearest ones! Never forget that Hannah loves thee!!!!

P.S. Can't figure out the photo. Sorry. Will try next time. :D

Grand Adventures

I honestly have no idea what that title is supposed to mean. I was thinking about writing of my recent jaunt through downtown Chicago. Well, it was a blast. Had literally *tons* of laughs with my friend, Erica. She is so funny. And I am too, come to think of it. I think my favorite part was sitting with my feet in the fountain at Millenium Park at twilight-ish. It was fun. And kind of deep. Go to Millenium Park, put your feet in the fountain, around sundown, and just look around. Look at the antique buildings. Look at the darkening sky, with purple shadows and laughter all around. It is truly amazing.
Hmm. I feel full of deep thoughts, and I don't know what they are. Strange, huh?
I should recommend some books for you to read. Since I can't seem to come up with words to say, you should at least read something worthwhile.

Dracula, Bram Stoker. - This is a really cool book. Has some very deepish thoughts.
Wildwood Dancing, Juliet Marillier.- A nice fantasy read. I love it.
Searching for Jane Austen, Emily Auerbach.-A nice nonfiction thing about Jane Austen and her works. I like it muchly.

I can't think of anymore. Oh well.
My knitting is progressing, thank you. I am now learning how to crochet, too. Not quite as good as that as with knitting.
We have family coming to dinner. I should probably go. I wish I didn't have to. Oh well. We all have to do things we don't want to do. I will miss you. I am feeling sad. I guess my music is influential. Oh well. (I'm Kissing You; again.) ;)
Got to go. Love yall!

Hobbies

I went to the library yesterday. I found a book about a quartet of teenage girls who discover their love for knitting. It inspired me to greater heights of knitting expertise, since my knitting is currently pretty basic. I am very swayed by what I read. Sometimes.
It made me think about hobbies, and what they say about a person. One could just say, 'I like reading and writing and knitting.' Or one could be listed, like
She likes:
*reading
*writing
*knitting
So what does that say about me? I enjoy books and words and yarn? Or, I am a super-class A-life sized-mega-super GEEK?!?!?!?! (faints in horror at the very thought.)
We steroetype people a lot. Myself included. I see a big guy with a football getup and think 'oh, he's just a stupid sports jock'. I see a girl dressed in the height of fashion with tons of pink stuff and lip gloss and an annoying voice that goes,"Oh my word, Walmart is for HICKS, I need my Gucci Armani!" or whatever and I think, "oh my word, can that girl have enough air inside of her head, the ditsy Ms.Popular!" And on it goes. A vicious cycle that rampages the earth, warping it with its sick cloud of self-absorbtion and not-nice-ness. (A Note to say that that last phrase was poetry. Absolute poetry.) But, then, we have to think, 'what if the stupid jock really loves science? What if the oblivious popular girl really has a soft thing for kids? What if this girl who seems so nerdy, what with her books and words and yarn, what if she is just like every other girl, trying to have fun and survive this tumultous ride that is life?' Then, maybe, we can start to talk about world peace or whatever. Even though it ain't gonna happen. Humans are too predictable in some ways, and our touchyness will ALWAYS be there.
That was totally not the road I was planning on taking when I started writing this. I was thinking more along the lines of, "Now, what hobbies can we think of, and why are they cool, and blah-blah-blah." But I guess I was inspired by something. Maybe you, my belovedest readers.
I should probably go.OH! I spent the day with Katie yesterday. I told yall about her in entry one. Well, we had a blast. Thanks, Katie!! Loff you, my bestie!
Anyway, now I have to go. Farewell, my lurves!! Take care of your health. I have great worries about it. Drink lots of water. My mother says that that fixes basically everything. "It is cleansing the body of all its bad things that sit and rot in your liver!!" Or something like that.
Adieu!!!!!!!