So I didn't watch the last ten minutes of C22. It's the episode that makes me want to slap Desmond and Kate's annoying. I got through most of it though.


But my purpose with posting so soon after another entry is for a funny story.

So I was playing tennis with Sara, David, and Natalie. And Nat was on my side of the court and Sara and David were playing on the other side. Doubles, basically.

Nat is pretty bad at tennis. And we were losing. So I was jokingly making fun of her the whole time. And she finally was like:

"I'm sorry! I'm just really bad at ping-pong!"

I just stared at her for a second and then, like, died a little inside. Sara and David heard nothing so they were like "..."

And then I was like: "Well, um, try the right game. That could help."

And then she turned bright red. It was the funniest thing that happened all weekend.

The Jack/Sawyer ping-pong scene in C22 just reminded me of that =]

And then I continued to make fun of her and she got mad and hurled a tennis ball at me. I had this large welt thing on my leg the rest of the day. Good times.

Who plays tennis in the winter, anyway?!!

=D

I'm writing again! Geez, that was a long break...(sarcasm.)

And I actually have two stories I'm going to start. One is a sequel to Come Back And Haunt Me, for the charlielives challenge.

And the other one is just for fun that'll probably be a multi-part story. Thanks alixzin!!! You know, I thought of doing that but I just forgot about it until you reminded me with you comment. I'll probably start it tonight =]

In other news, lunch with the girls was fun.

A sugarglider peed on me.

Stephanie's house is a fucking zoo.

And I held her rats...you know...I like to think that I'm not a girly-girl...but when I have rats crawling on me...it does result in me screaming. But they weren't so bad.

I got cut off today. I hate getting cut off. I had to slam on my breaks, which just pissed off the guy behind me. And then the guy that cut me off (in this ugly rusty Ford) just kept on going like nothing even happened.

And I had a very delayed reaction. Ten seconds passed, and THEN I started slamming on my horn.

It was raining, too. That didn't really help. I do love rain. But it wasn't warm rain (Like in, say, Florida.) It was cold rain. Ugh.

It's just been miserable lately :-/

I bailed out of going to Scott's gig. I just...urgh. They were playing with Matt's band - A Day In The Making. I talked to Matt about it later, and he was like:

"You weren't there?!"
"...Uh...no...sorry..."
"We played Wonderwall..."

I was angry at myself. All my friends know that's like my favorite song on the face of the Earth. And my birthday is on Sunday, so they were put it on their set because they thought I would be there and they knew I loved it so much. I'm an idiot. =[

But they did tape it!

I just...urggh. It's been a weird week. I had a hate/love relationship with the schedule we were on. Even though I had an ENTIRE morning to get to classes, I was almost late every single time. It ended in me speeding down 741, shoving a bagel down my throat, and thinking: "Do I have time to go to Starbucks? No...I don't...class starts in two minutes..."

Normal schedule next week.

I'm going to go eat something.

Getting out of the school parking lot is like driving in New York City or Chicago.

It's just not a good thing.

I hated driving in both of those cities =[ I thought I was going to die.

Anyway, in Fairmont's parking lot you have a ton of irritable teenagers who are eager to get home and get into trouble as students do. All of these teenagers, in vehicles, in one parking lot...it's just a disaster. This one guy finally lost it and was just ATTACKING this horn.

I gave him a "..." look and he finally stopped. And some chick's car was making these horrendous sounds and I thought it was going to explode.

And when I was driving on the main roads, I saw someone with a ton of Darwin bumper stickers and I was interested to see who this person was. So I was speeding and trying to drive up next to him.

Do not do this. It's dangerous.

And I didn't even know who the kid was...

I just realized my birthday is on Sunday. I thought it was further away.

Seventeen feels and sounds old. 

I have to make lunch reservations today >_<

Friends and I are going to Mongolian Grill on Saturday and the family is going to P.F. Changs on Sunday.

Too much Asian food! Luckily it's delicious.

I have to go pick up Kinjal now so she can give me some of her sweet Indian tea and make fun of the music I listen to.

So my mum and brother recruited me to shovel the driveway.

So I already hate snow with a burning passion. And now I have to shovel it.

Yaaaay.

It reminds me of the time I was talked into pushing Johanna's car in Kansas because we were caught in a snow drift. It's like: "Oh...there is a snow related problem...lets make Hannah the snow-phobic do it."

I'm so moving to Florida.

I hate snow.

Especially snow that keeps me locked inside the house.

And snow that the plowers won't even bother to come out and plow because it just keeps building up.

It all just means I can't go out to rent The Green Mile, which I desperately want to watch tonight. I might be able to get out by 4 when the snow stops, though. My mum is just like "You have no experience in driving in the snow!" I said that this could be my experience. She still said no.

And then a car drove by...proof that the human race is still existent.

We've been having, like, a nuclear winter in Dayton. And I hate winter. I hate everything to do with cold.

But by 3 our "blizzard warning" is turning into "snow showers" so I should hopefully be able to get out an hour or so later.

I guess I'll go read some of Gunslinger or finish up that Ernest Hemingway reading for la clase de ingles. y escribo mi papeleria de las clases y no estudio espanol haha. es no mi probelmo a la clase de senora harrison es muy muy facil y ella deja nos usan nuestro apuntes en nuestro los examens! Si, yo odio la clase de espanol...pero la idioma es no ese malo.

I should've just taken German.
Sorry to any native Spanish speakers. Mi espanol es pesimo.

So we're going to Olive Garden now for my grandma's birthday.

I totally love that place.

David's going on about the wine there and my poor, prudish grandmother is like "AHH no alcohol!!!"

Crazy family. When my mum found out that my ELEVEN YEAR OLD brother was drinking her blackberry wine (strictly for Jewishness) she flipped out and poured it down the sink. And then got mad at me because I like to mix it with my tea. I was like "You said it's ok because it doesn't have that much alcohol in it..." and she was like "NO. My dad was an alcoholic and we're all going to become alcoholics AHHH."

So that was the end of blackberry wine and social drinking.

Then again, my grandpa was an alcoholic. (Not raging violent mad or anything. Just, you know...addicted.) So I get it.

And David and I are going to the shooting range on Sunday with my Uncle & Co. I swear to God...David is an idiot.

Him: Do you want to go with us on Sunday?
Me: What?
Him: Do you want to go with us on Sunday?
Me: ..Where? What?
Him: ON SUNDAY.
Me: WHERE ON SUNDAY?!
Him: ...Oh. The shooting range.
Me: ...Sure...

A ton of my posts are all about complaining about Chemistry and this is no different.

How completely ridiculous was it to not give me the formula for brutane when it's on the !$@@$@ homework! I had to go look it up which caused a lot of searching and it was just...annoying. Who knew it was freaking C4H10. Not me.

I spent like fifteen minutes just staring at #2. It reads: What mass of sodium chloride is produced when chlorine reacts with 0.29 g of sodium iodide?

So I'm supposed to have a balanced equation, and if it's not provided, I'm supposed to write it. How am I supposed to write an equation from that?! So I think I figured it out...I put Cl2 + 2NaI ----> I2 + 2NaCl and I hope that's right because that's what I based my math on. (Any chemistry nerds can feel free to correct me there b/c I have no idea what I just did.)

Onto number 3. Out of 9...sigh. I need to stop complaining about this crap.

*wishes she had a Faraday to give Science homework to*

I went to Cinci with my grandma and David to go see my Uncle Mark, Elise, and Andrew. And I got to meet Mark's new girlfriend! She's so cool. They're both photographers, so that's how they met.

Anyway, we had good times. We went out to eat at this Mexican place. And, omg, my grandmother saw these birds locked up on accident in the..idk...greenhouse room that's closed during the winter. She went crazy. She was all: "THOSE BIRDS ARE GONNA DIE." and started freaking out on the manager. We were all...*hide faces.* Turns out there was a hole the birds were flying in and out of...of course.

Elise has turned into a totally different person. She's so grown up now. She pierced her own nose...and it closed up. She forgot to heat the needle. I laughed at her. She plays bass now and let me mess around with it. Since I'm a guitarist, I immediately started trying to play chords and...well...you're not supposed to do that on a bass. Anyway, I think basses are boring =X

So she's also an Atheist. Yeah, we caught up a lot. I'm glad the religious side of our family hasn't held her back. Really - half of our family is God-fearing and the other half is totally new-agey and artsy. We don't really mix that well.

So yes. We all get along better now. I remember when David and Mark couldn't get along at all. It was bad. But we're all going shooting soon, maybe this weekend. I've only shot David's P22. And Mark won't let me shoot his Magnum because of the kickback. Pshht. It's not like my arm is going to break off.

So that was my day =]

So ever have one of those dreams where you have a conversation with someone and you thought it really happened?

So that happened to me like eight times last night. I would talk to someone, realize it was a dream, and then...in my dream...I would go back and fix what I said so I could say it in "real life"...even though it was still a dream. I was so confused by the end of it all. I had said all these things to all these people and I didn't know which part of it was a dream and which part of it was reality...so then I wake up and I'm like "...Oh...it was all a dream. Great."

Our car ride was fun, though. 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' came on my iPod and Stephanie and I started cracking up because that's like...our 'screaming' song. It's a long story involving driving at like, 1am and being delirious. Rachel didn't get it. And we were all "TUUURN AROUND BRRIIGHT EYES....EVERY NOW AND THEN  I FALL A PART!!" Complete with thunder sound effects.

So then Rachel felt left out so we had to put on 'Make Your Own Kind of Music.' Ok, story about that. She was with me when we watched the season 2 premiere where that song was first introduced on Lost. She didn't get it. She called it an 'awkward' opening. So now every time we have 'awkward' moments she starts quietly singing it. I don't get it either.

So then they both realized that I haven't seen Suicide Hill. Which is like, a legend here in Kettering. It's this huge hill where people go sledding and get many many injuries. So we drove by it and stupidly decided to trudge up it. I was all "This isn't that high! This is stupid! Why do they call it 'suicide' hill! There's nothing dangerous about it..." And then I slipped on a patch of ice and fell flat on my face. So we decided we're going to go sledding on it before the snow melts.

So that was my day.

That's a weird survey. But surveys get me every time.

What a terrible day.

But it shouldn't have been terrible! It should've been good. I was nominated for NHS and, rumor has it, Dominic got a pretty big role. And I may have another snow day tomorrow because Ohio rocks when it comes to freezing weather and locking us in doors.

But no. It was a terrible day. I don't even want to explain it. I have so much shit to do. Because these STUPIDMOTHERFUCKER NHS people think all the paperwork should be turned in by next Friday. WTF?! Some of us need time. Some of us have lives, believe it or not. We are busy people. We don't have time to write your stupid fucking essays by Friday. Or get in our letters of recommendation. I AM NOT JESUS. Contrary to popular belief.

I mean, really. NHS just looks pretty on college applications.

Fuck that. And yet, I'm doing it anyway.

On top of that, I have to figure out how to make my stupid excuse of an article interesting. It's about concerts. Local concerts. Wow. Ok. Great.

I'm not going to Scott and Sean's gig today either. I'm not in the mood for crappy music. I mean, I would go if I wasn't under so much stress. But no. I have a million things to do.

So then Lost is on tonight but I already know what happens so whatever.

Darlton are ANTI-PARADOX. Ok. STFU. No one believes anything you say anyways so just DON'T TALK ANYMORE.

And X-Men...Dominic got some role in that series. Which means I could either catch up on the series or just go see it just for him. But I'm a bit too OCD to not watch the ones beforehand. But the concept really is just mutants and stuff so I don't know. I'll probably watch the first parts of the series.

At least "Carrie" is an excellent book so far. Stephen King might just be my new favorite author. But, apparently people who like him turn out to be KILLINGCHARLIEANTIPARADOXASSHOLES.

Wow. Ok. I'm going to go get some of my shit done.

/end bitchy entry of the week

So I might be upgraded from lowly staff writer to Entertainment Editor next year. Which is like, my goal.

Ashylnn, my editor-in-chief, came up to me and was like: "Your story was really great. You should really consider being Entertainment Editor your senior year." My story was about important musical artists with a headline referencing Good Vibrations. While I was writing my section about Tupac Shakur, Andrew (our photographer) was like: "You should add in something about Mikhail Bakunin because he inspired Tupac." I must've given him a really confused look, because he was like: "The...Russian...writer...? He was a Russian revolutionary...way to know your stuff." It took me awhile to remember that Lost's Mikhail was, in fact, named after a real person.

So I told Sara - who is the Business Editor - about my possible upgrading. I said - "I might be joining you in your editorness."

She was like - "Hannah. You can hardly count without losing your mind."

So I had to explain that I wasn't going into the Business/finance field of the editing, but entertainment, and that made more sense to her. She was like - "Ok, so you're entertaining and you have conversations about music and books that no one even understands. So you'll have your section where you can rant about crappy CDs that are a disgrace to the rock movement and my mathematic brain won't have to listen to your hippie antics."

Sadly, for this issue I have a story about local concerts. What?? "Tom Petty is coming to Columbus on April 20. Tickets range from $95 to $150. The end." So I have to find a way to make it more interesting than just facts. :-/

In other news, I have a stupid concert tonight that I don't want to go to. We're playing three songs. That's it. It's our preview concert for contest, but...grr. What a bad day for this. And then on Thursday I have to go see Scott and Sean's band and I'm pretty sure they're not that good. Yep. I have such faith in my friends.

That's all.

So, my mum and I finally had some mother/daughter time. She's usually off doing her dancing things or with Sam, leaving her irresponsible teenage daughter with the car where she can get into shenanigan after shenanigan.

We went to Mongolian Grill...best place EVER. And then to see 27 Dresses. So, during dinner she made the announcement:

"Hannah, in April I will be 39."
"...Yes..."
"I'm going to be old."

I nearly choked to death on my stir fry and then said (sarcastically): "Oh my GOD. Please don't have heart failure in the middle of this restaurant!"

She didn't think that was funny.

I just can't believe she thinks 39 is old. I consider 50 old. 40s...who cares? I told her this, and she replied:

"You're just saying that because you're sixteen! When you're my age, you'll know how it feels!"

So when my mum isn't traumatized about being "old," she's usually making sure my eggs are still unfertilized. Seriously. She asked me if I was pregnant when I was twelve and I still haven't gotten over that. I don't even think I knew what a penis was. So every now and again, she's like "I don't want grandchildren." Just randomly. We'll be sitting there. "I don't want grandchildren."

One time I made the mistake of saying - "It's ok mum. I use condoms."

That was a bad move. She doesn't get my sarcasm. Once we drove by The Pub (this poor excuse of a British-style bar) and she was like "aww, England..." and I was like "Lets go there!" And I got the speech about underage drinking and how I will get in a car accident and die. I had to explain, once again, that I was only joking.

Back to her midlife crisis...I informed her that she still has at least another 50 years left of living, as long as she doesn't do anything stupid like die early. Most of our family lives to their 90s. We're just immortal like that.

Oh, and she's also convinced she's getting fat. I was like "Mother. You're a vegetarian. You're a dancer. Most of the time I see you eat salads. You're skinnier than most women you're age. STFU."

she's like "Well...my jeans don't fit..."

Yeah. So I ignored her. Most of my friends have like, 50 year old mothers and she's complaining that she's going to be 39. Yeah. Ok. It's not my fault you had me when you were 21 after your hippie phase with my foreign father. You guys could've waited a few years after marriage like normal couples, but nooo. And then he gets deported back to freaking Africa for something he didn't even do. Wow. Thanks for making my life story impossible to explain. (No one used to believe me that I was African because I wasn't black. Thank you, close minded students of my third grade class.) Seriously. I used to announce proudly that I was African, and some stupid kid would be like "You're pale! la la la la la." Jerks.

Point is...39 is not old.

So, Ellin, I took that Lost Character quiz you sent me on Facebook. That question...omg...

"What would you do if your friends were in trouble?"
*insert list of completely logical answers here*
C) Drown.

I laughed for awhile and then I was like "Wait...not funny."

I got Claire, btw. It said I was "flaky." Thannnks.

With straight hair I feel like a totally different person. It's awesome. For the first time in forever, I was actually able to brush it. And my hair is so long when it's un-curly 0_0 Now I've washed it and it's back to it's normal face-eating self.
Sara actually bought my coffee. She was like "Uh...I owe you like a million dollars for gas since you drive me everywhere. And I have a Starbucks card. So it's on me." That chick is amazing.

And then we saw this tiny little girl walking around by herself.

Me: What is that little girl doing out here alone?!
Sara: We should kidnap her and teach her a lesson!
Me: Wow. I love how that's the first thing that comes to your mind.

We saw "Definitely, Maybe." (Oasis, anyone?) Perfect chick-flick. Ryan Reynolds was in it! That guy is hilarious. So was the girl who played Olive in "Little Miss Sunshine." Anyway - cute girly movie.

As those of you fortunate enough to be located on the east coast, you know it's pretty bloody cold outside. So Sara and I were walking around the city, doing a little shopping and such, and she starts complaining.

Sara: It's sooo cold!
Me: You should've worn a coat!
Sara: I am! It's called a FLEECE.
Me: A fleece. Ok.
Sara: ...Well, you should've worn PANTS!

This old lady that passed us was like...all eyes-wide. It was great. (I was wearing this kind of retro mini-dress with leggings. Which, according to Sara, means I was wearing no pants.)

And then I bought a cupcake because, as healthy-freaky as I am, I have random cupcake cravings. Once I made a whole car stop at Kroger's. Just for a cupcake. True story.

I hope everyone got flowers and candy and such from their significant other :]
I got flowers from my ex best friend's ex-boyfriend. Oh yes. The ways of high school females.
I will probably be assassinated now.

And then I wrote Sara a letter, telling her about how awesome we are being single. And that we're going to live in NYC studio apartments with six cats and write novels on our laptops in our spare time and wear artsy glasses. And to pay for our $2,000 a month rent, we'll play folk songs on acoustic guitars in Central Park and wait tables at a diner. And then we'll go to our high school reunion, and everyone else will be overweight with four kids and we'll be artsy hippie feminists.

She nearly had a heart attack when she read it. It was great stuff. Of course, I would like to get married some day.
But no kids. I can not stand kids.

Anyway, Valentine's Day doesn't bother me much...but it does remind me of all the times I've screwed up with guys. Alex G. was the poster child for said screwing-up. The guy sent me flowers and chocolate and wrote me letters and sent the lyrics to "You're Beautiful" (James Blunt) to my homeroom. And I was oblivious and never took it anywhere. So whenever I think of V-Day now...I think of that V-Day because it wasn't exactly my brightest day.

So I hope everyone has a great day :]

I'll be watching Lost alone tonight. It's a sad thing. But I'm kind of looking forward to it. Without David talking over it or my grandmother storming into the house uninvited in the middle of some hugely significant part. It'll be good.

Snowdays are always nice. Especially when your school doesn't believe in them.

Working on a new fic already. I'm excited about this one =D

And then I have to read the impossibly-long 5th chapter of The Great Gatsby. Which, btw, is a really great book so far.

Lost continues to corrupt my dreams - I had some dream about a polar bear skull (Ty, Charlotte Lewis) and then there was a scene that seemed to imply it was post-FF Charlie, because Hurley was telling Claire about seeing Charlie and she started crying...? Idk. Oh...and I had a dream I was at someone's house and I had, like, ten minutes to get home before Lost started. And I didn't really care if I missed it. Ahhh somethings wrong there.

And then I was on the Island and Desmond and I were getting in a fight about who gets a seat on the helicopter - me or him. I have yet to have a dream where I'm nice to him and he's nice to me.

That's about it.