Of All Things.

Once upon a time, there was a fat bunny. His name was Pumpernickel. Pumpernickel loved carrots. Pumpernickel ate too many carrots. That was why he was fat. Pumpernickel the Fat Bunny lived out his life, eating too many carrots and being happier for it, and then he died.
The End.
Don't you wish that you could live as simple a life as Pumpernickel? I must confess that sometimes, I do. But then I realize, if that was all that happened in my life, eating too much of my favorite foods and being happy, wouldn't that life be boring? I mean, think about it. Think about a book. What is it that makes up a book? Yes, I know words, smart-aleck. ;) But it is conflict. If you don't have any conflict, than you have a suckumentary. Life is like books that way.
So, Barack Obama was voted president a couple of days ago. Now, I shall take this opportunity to horribly OFFEND some of my readers. I was totally rallying for McCain. >dodges flying debris< YES, IT IS TRUE!!! But I mostly did it for Sarah Palin. I must confess, that I reallyreallyreallyREALLY like her. I hope that she runs for president next time so that I can vote for her. But anyhoo, Barack Obama. I cannot like him. And I know that this will be taken as a racist comment even though I really couldn't care less whether he was black or white, but he looks rather like a monkey. I mean, look at him! His ears are what do it. They stick out just enough, and they are roundish. Thus, a monkey. But otherwise, I cannot make myself care about him. In truth, I can't abide politics. Do you? Maybe. But I just want president-elect Obama to GO AWAY. Along with all the other stupid, self-important people who are into the political scene. Just fade into the background and do your job, instead of worrying about dumb things and worrying ME about things I presently do not need to worry about. There.
There was something else I was going to write about. Let me think. Ah. I love this song. It is 'I'm Kissing You'. I haven't heard it in forever, actually. But it is so pretty. This is going to sound *SO* stupid, but hey, what are blogs for? Anyway, (grr.) I feel like I am ready to fall in love. There. I said it. it is probably my liking for such songs as 'I'm Kissing You' that do it. But, nevertheless(spelling?), that is how I feel. Lame, huh? If I have/had any male readers, they are probably gagging now. Heck, I would be. Alright, on to the next subject.
My feet are freezing. Oh no. Dinnertime. >sigh<. I must go. Farewell, my loves. Know that I love thee, despite all that part us, etc. :D

Long Time No See

HELLO, MY LOVES!!!!! I am back!! I am soooo sorry that I haven't written in forever, but my Dad had grounded me, and so I couldn't get on, but, here I am! Yay!!! >does happy dance<
So, anyway. Basically, my life is fine. School is going okay. No great tragedies have happened. Just monotony.
What to write of? Oh, I am claiming temporary insanity for when I started that knitting blog. Urgh, how pointless! Others can do it and get away with it, making it nice and everything, but me? NO. I would be bored stiff. Now to figure out how to delete it. :D
Hmmm. Books? Same ole, same ole. Music? I have discovered Blackamore's Night. I like Ghost of a Rose. Listen to it. It is like a fairytale set to a song. Very cool. Movies/TV? Burn Notice. An awesome show. Michael is hot, in a sarcastic, I-know-everything-and-it-only-makes-me-hotter way. Especially when he has the sunglasses. >blushes and moves on<
Oh, Josh Groban sings like a demi-god. Just so you know. I am listening to his live version of So She Dances. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. >drifts for a moment in Happiness Land<
My little sister is annoying. Wow, do I sound like a pre-teen with a SUPERSECRETDIARY!!!!! or what? But honestly, she reads what I have written and then proceeds to critique. "You think Michael's hot? He looks like a monkey!" That was an actual quote. But I love her. >rolls eyes at self<
Okay, this version of So She Dances is not as good as his non-live one. Sorry, but the truth. Oh well. At least I have the other one on my MP3 so I can listen to it again, and again, and again, and again, and oh my word, did he just try to do a weird Elvis-did-this-but-I-do-it-better thing? No, not him. And who put Charlotte Church on here?!?! She is a nasty nasal Welsh little thing, and I have NO opinion of her. Sniff.
Okay, on to lighter things. OH! I have started my Christmas knitting. Did you think I would give that up so quickly? Ha! No. I have officially finished one (1) Christmas gift. I cannot tell you whose it is or what it is yet, because that person might read this blog and that would RUIN THE SUPRISE. No RUINing of THE SUPRISE. But it is beautiful. I am so fond of it.
There is no justice in the world. I have an operatic soprano voice and I have to like all of the people who have alto and tenor voices. There is no way to sing along. I weep dreadfully at the meloncholy idea.
I think that is all for now. I know, I don't want to go. But I have nothing sane to say. Nothing insane either. :( Oh well. I will be back soon. I am confident of that. Weep you not, my fairest ones. Know that Hannah love's thee!! Adieu!!!

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!!!!!!!

Life in General

If you don't know all ready, by your excellent deduce-ment, I am a teenager. And as I am listening to this song (yes, another one!) called Cry, by Mandy Moore, well, the teenage existence seems pretty complicated. I seriously haven't had that much to do with the normal teenager's life, seeing as I am homeschooled, I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm not that in tune with their choice in favorite pop culture. But from what I can observe, it is really, hard looking. I am sure you all are laughing at me. But maybe not, since you don't know about my home life that much. Well, I live a pretty sheltered life. The closest I can come to observing about going to high school and having a boyfriend is watching and listening to some aquaintances and watching really badly done movies and reading some teenage-based literature. See, very laughable. But, it seems so stress filled and angsty and sappy-ness littered with broken hearts and empty heads. I know real life isn't like that. I think. But I just thought I would write about it.
I like to imagine who you are, my dearest readers. Some of them I know, but for the ones I don't, I imagine where you are, what you like, and if I can make you laugh. I like to think that everyday you log onto the computer to check your email, your Facebook, and my blog, just to see what wacky thing I come up with today. I have to admit, it makes me feel special and important if I think about it that way. Like I am a journalist, writing to my beloved public about things that could make them smile and lift their day, and maybe, inspire them to greater heights of musical and literary excellence. :D Oh well.
I must go, now. I am using my sister Jenni's computer. So, for now, my beloveds,
Fare thee well! Don't catch cold. I would be miserable for you.

Nothing in Particular For Today

Today, my parents went out with some friends. My sister and I thus had the house to ourselves til about 2:25 p.m., at which time we were picked up by my older sister (Jenni, if you remember) and went to her house, a grand total of 1.4 minutes away. Yeah, that is pretty cool. Jenni's place is always a nice place to 'hang'. So, we are now back, and I take this opportunity to write to you, my dearest readers!!!!!!!!!!! Let us celebrate!!!!
>throws confetti, money, chocolate, and small garden gnomes, throwing the mother into a deadly rage<
So, what to talk about? Ummm, Okay, I got something. My fond affection for old Disney cartoon classics. Seriously, Beauty and the Beast? Aladdin? Sleeping Beauty? Okay, that last one isn't exactly my favorite cause, honestly, how can one person be so ditsy and self-centered? Man. PLUS, she is supposed to be 16. There is NO WAY ON THIS EARTH that that cartoon-ily created image is 16. I should know!!!!! Man. Grrrrrr. Anyway. At least Beauty and the Beast is good. I love that one. I have lots of really good pieces of flair with that stuff. Maybe it is because I just like the plot. You know, normal-ish girl gets thrust into her own adventure with this Beast. A Beast is so much better than some stereotypical 'prince charming', don't you think? Anyway, and then after much frustration and grief for both parties, they are united in true love. Voila. A masterpiece.
Speaking of masterpieces, JOSH GROBAN ALL THE WAY BABY!!!!! >clears throat<>sighs<
Hmmmm. What else? Hmmm. Have yall seen my favorite quote thing? I am assuming you did, because my readers are all amazingly smart and wonderful. I just wanted to bring it to your attention. So I did. Hmph.
I also want to add that if you want to know something about me or just want to comment on my blog, feel free to post comments or email me or something. I want your opinions, even if that means that you want to tell me that me and my blog suck. Sorry, stink. 'Suck' isn't lady-like. Excuse me.
Hmm. Oh, my birthday is coming up soon. The 26th. Yay me!! I hope I get an Itunes gift card. (No hint intended). I have a bunch of songs that I want.
I think I should leave yall now, despite how much I don't want to. I can't seem to think of anything sane to say. I will save all the insane things for a different time, when you are attached to me as much as I you, and then you will be able to laugh with me and not walk away. So, for now, my dearest readers, Adiue!

Wuthering Heights

So, I am listening to this song (I know, you are probably going to get really annoyed with that line. Guess what? Too bad. >snigger<) Anyway, it is Wuthering Heights by (yes! her.) Hayley Westenra. And it made me think of the book. Which I have read. Very interesting. So that is what this entry is going to be about.
CAUTION!!!!! SPOILERS ABOUT WUTHERING HEIGHTS FROM THIS POINT ONWARD!!!PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!
So, this song makes me think about the relationship of Heathcliff and Cathy. (Which, if you must know, is only the first half of the novel. Yeah, I did not know this either. It suprised me. I do not think that the 1930's movie version had it like that. Then again, the last time I saw that movie was how many years ago now?) But their relationship is all dark and self-centered and depressing and selfish and obsessive. I mean, Cathy is like 'well, I can't marry Heathcliff, cause it would degrade me to marry him (note: who the heck does she think she is?! The Queen of Sheba?), but I don't want him to go away and find happiness elsewhere because he and I are intertwined, and I don't always like him, but I need him around.' And he marries her sister-in-law (another note: Linton should have been shot in the first scene he appeared in. I have valid reasons for this. 1) His name is Linton. Which is a variation of lint. 2) He is a weany, namby-pamby, not even half-of-an-excuse-for -a-man THING. Seriously, get a life. 3) He is a blonde. Call me weird, but if you are mamby-pamby, don't even come around me, but if you are BLONDE on top of that, you fail at life. Be ashamed and go away. Think of all the weany-ish blonde/light-headed men in life and literature. A) Ashley Wilkes, Gone With the Wind. B) Raoul de Chagny, Phantom of the Opera. C) Zac Efron, of High School Musical fame, which doesn't deserve italics.) Okay, ummmm, oh yeah!! Heathcliff is just evil, forget Isabella whatever. So, that is why their relationship is not a healthy one.
But then, you read the part where they see each other for the last time, and it is like, 'wow, he really loves her.' And after she is dead, he has this long speech which is something to the effect of "You said I killed you, haunt me then! Drive me mad, only don't leave me alone in this void where I cannot find you! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!". Now, I know this is unhealthy obsession, but still, you can't help but be touched, at least if you are female.
I don't know what the purpose of this rant was, just to document that I am as swayed by sweet words as the next gal. I am a foolish girl. I readily admit it. I think you should have guessed that, at least by my last entry. So I speedily take this opportunity to shift the blame to you, my lovely readers, for not seeing this sooner. ;) But, like Bella Swan of Twilight notoriety (which most *definitely* deserves the italics) says, 'maybe their love is their only redeeming quality". Maybe it is the same for some people. Maybe, all those selfish, hateful people have loved someone. And that alone is their redeeming quality. I know love can't redeem people, in the eternal sense, but in this life..? Hmm. Food for thought.
Aaaah. I have run out of things for Wuthering Heights. Having a blog is difficult, my dearest readers. You want to keep writing, and letting people see more of what you think and feel, but then again, you want to save some for tomorrow. I must depart, for now. Imagine 'Don't Give Up' by Josh Groban. It is a good credits song.
>dances along her way.<

Music: The Heart's Language

Music is a wonderful thing, don't you think? I love listening to it. Instrumental stuff is ok, but I like stuff with lyrics. Maybe it is because I like songs I can sing along to. Maybe because, as a story-loving person, I enjoy the little stories that songs present. Or maybe I love it for the ache some songs create inside me. Maybe I love it for the way it can lift my mood, every single time I am down.

Right now I am listening to ' I'm Kissing You' by Hayley Westenra. It is the theme from a Romeo and Juliet movie, I think. But the lyrics, oh my word!!! When you imagine what happened with Romeo and Juliet while reading the lyrics, it is so poignant. It makes me want to cry. And write. Yet another reason why I love music. It inspires me. Even if most of the thoughts are sappy in nature, at least it gets me writing. And practice makes perfect. Man alive, I love this song!!!!

I think I will post the lyrics for you. Though it isn't the same as hearing the actual song, it will be something. Ummm, I think I need a disclaimer, so I will proudly say that I do not own the song, the lyrics, or Hayley Westenra. Thank you.



I'm Kissing You

Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries

Heaving heart is full of pain
Ooooh,ooooh, the aching
'Cause I'm kissing you, ooooh
I'm kissing you, ooooh

Touch me deep, pure and true
Give to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, ooooh
I'm kissing you, ooooh



There. Wasn't that lovely? Yes, it was. I leave you listening to this beautiful song. >hums to self as she posts this...post?<

Children and Pieces of Flair are Lovely

So, today, my big sister Jenni had to go do some discipleship thingy, and she dropped her kids off over here for us to watch. Hunter is 6 and Emmi is 4. Well, it was mostly me and them outside running around helter-skelter. We played hide-and-seek, they rode scooters for the first time, it was *so* much fun. Especially watching Hunter do the scooter. I had been showing them something I do on the thing, (I sat on the part where your feet go, and coasted down the driveway. HILARIOUS!!!), so then Hunter, my sweet but very cautious Hunter, starts doing the same thing. It was so funny. And then Emmi, she is just a little firecracker. She was everywhere, doing everything. I had a blast. All in all, a good day. I love children.
Right now I am listening to 'I'm Kissing You' by Hayley Westenra. When it is finished, I shall go to what I have christend 'our song'. Yes, my lovely readers, you and I now have a song. Don't you feel bonded and lovey-dovey and all that jazz? Anyway, the song is ' Heartland ', the one I was listening to yesterday. (general applause). Yes, I know, an excellent choice. In my opinion.
I forgot to mention something else that I am particularly fond of. Pieces of Flair. If you do not know what this is, go to Facebook (an excellent institution), and go to applications. Look up Pieces of Flair. Basically, it is a 'cork board' and you can get 'pins', or Pieces of Flair, to put on your 'cork board'. They have *millions* of flair. I loff* them. My flair board is all Twilight, Jane Austen, and Doctor Who. I love it. Most of my funny quips are from flair. Go, try flair. Seriously.
Well, that is all. I leave you all whilst listening to ' Don't Give Up ' by Josh Groban. Whom I also love very much. :D


*'Loff' is a variation of 'love'. Another one that I will most likely use a lot is ' lurve '. Just so you know. :D

HELLO!!!!!!!

Hello, all you wonderful people who are reading my blog! I am sooooo pleased to meet you!!! But enough of this silliness.
I have never done a blog before, so I do not know how this goes. I shall procede with an introduction, I guess.
I am Hannah. Hello. I am currently listening to 'Heartland' by Celtic Thunder, which is the only outstandingly good song that they made. (Or maybe I can just picture them stalking about the stage wearing black trench coats--behold; the ultimate form of awesomeness:black trench coats!!!) I am a girl. I like reading and listening to music, and most of all; WRITING. That is my passion, if you will. I love writing. I am currently writing Wings, which I have been working on since 2005, so for 3 years? That sounds right. I am not very far on it at all, so don't think that I am an outstanding teenager who has a 700 page novel on her hands. No, the work has been *decidedly* on and off. Ah, the fickleness of a writer's sensibilities!!!
So, my life? Hmmm. Umm, I am homeschooled, so school is starting in a little less than a week. Fun times. Wahoo!! >insert sardonic eye roll< I think the subject I am most looking forward to is American Lit. Of course, British Lit. is probably going to be better, but that is next years. Oh well.
Oh, my friend is coming!! Her name is Katie. She moved to Texas around last Christmas (of course it was depressing! It would be depressing any time of the year!!) But she is coming to visit next week. Let us celebrate! >throws confetti everywhere, angering the mother<
So, on that sweet moment, let me bid all of you lovely people, Adieu!