The stars aren't very bright tonight...

Sorry, I had the need to quote the Magnificent Mikayla in her Luna Lovegood characterness. It's a long story, but the short version is that the Magnificent Mikayla herself was in the car with her relations and she had a Luna Lovegood space-out moment in which she said on quote, "The stars aren't very bright tonight...too many clouds." or something along those lines. She got some very odd looks.

Anyhoo, tis true. The stars aren't very bright tonight, (they usually aren't over a big city) but the moon is on fire! Well, not literally, but it's humongous and slightly orange. I love that look... I went out on my back porch to try and take a picture of it, but my camera was set on flash, and I heard this guy in another backyard go "Dude, what was that? That was so weird..." Haha, he'll never know that the starburst was really me and my camera.

Sooo, I had my famous "Freshman Orientation" this morning. I was happy to find out that I have three classes with the one girl in the entire school that I know. Ooo, and during the presentation, some seniors did a fashion show! What not to wear. It was pretty basic, but the models were quite amusing. And I will bet that the entire auditorium learned something they never knew before. The whole "saggy pants" fad that modern dudes are so fond of originally came from the prison system: for a man to give another man the signal that he was available. (Got some "eeews" from the audience on that one. Even if it wasn't true, it was effective.) The funny bit though, was that two of the male models, shall we call them, who were showing off their drooping pants, started giving signs to each other to "Ya know, call me!!" I think people started looking at me funny because I was laughing so hard. And another quick story in that genre: the assistant principle, or whoever was talking about this, was saying "Guys, we really don't need to see your boxers, or your tidey whities, because that is just not cool...I mean how many of you want to see me in my tidey whities?" (Disgusted groans from many boys in the audience) But one of our lovely male models raised his hand. Luckily, he was standing behind Mr. Principle, so Mr. Principal thought everyone had just started laughing at his joke. Yes, all in all, it was a very amusing fashion show. Sure, the rest of the presentation almost put me to sleep, but hey, some good laughs can make up for all that.

And, one quick story for the benefit of the Magnificent Mikayla. My Social Studies teacher's son is going to the same high school as I am. We met about twice, and the second time he had no idea that we had ever met before. So I assumed that we would not become good friends. I still am sort of assuming that...But to move on, as I'm leaving my shortened English class, someone comes up to me and says, "Your name's Hannah, right?" I say yes. Of course I do, that's my name. But I still don't know why this random boy knows it. He looks at me like I should recognize him. "You're my mom's student, right?" Me: "Oh yeah! You're John!" Of course he is. How dumb of me. "I was wondering why this strange person was talking to me!" He smiled. I wonder if he actually thought that was funny. But it was still nice having him recognize me! Maybe we'll have to do a book report together, or something. ;)

Speaking of book reports, I finished Lady Friday this afternoon. It was very good, as I expected it to be, but now I'm sad! The next book doesn't come out until 2008! What am I going to be able to do without my Keys to the Kingom fix? Besides, I was very upset with the character at the ending. I won't say anything else about it, so I don't ruin it for anyone, but you would expect him of all people to have more control over things instead of just letting her run the entire universe! But I am now zipping my lips. You shall hear no more from me on the subject.

In fact, it's getting rather late in my time zone, so I shall say adios. I'm mega-ly tired from having to wake up at 6:30 am this morning. Grrr...and I'll have to wake up even earlier when school starts. So I better start saving up on sleep now!

The Hills are Alive with the Sound of High School Musical.

Ahahaha! I haven't seen HSM2, but this is too hilarious. Fits the music perfectly. I'm a youtube addict too...much to many's chagrin.

Back to my literature

The past few days I've been spending a lot of time on the computer. I've been browsing blogger, and working on mi madre's website, which looks a lot better now then it did originally. But this time on the computer has actually helped me to grow sick of it. I know, I know, a thing I thought would never happen. You may be asking, "Why are you typing this then?" I'm not sure. I'm taking a break from reading I suppose.

Last night I tried to start reading Stormbreaker, the first of the Alex Rider series, they just made a movie out of it, etc, etc. But for some strange and unforeseen reason, I just couldn't get into it. It seemed so predictable to me. I don't know, maybe I'm just not one for guns and shooting and crap. I only go for the magical violence, Mwuahahaha. Anyhoo, (and this should make the Magnificent Mikayla very proud indeed) I have begun reading Harry Potter again. I am resolved. It is time.

I read the first four books when I was in about 2nd or 3rd grade and absolutely adored them. I fancy myself one of the earlier Harry Potter fans. Funny thing about that is, as many things seem to go in my life, my mother had to force me into them in the first place. I have this memory of walking through the mall before I had started reading the book, and seeing all the Harry Potter paraphernalia in the store windows, and ranting about how I thought that stuff was so dumb, and all the people who liked it so much were stupid for going so crazy over something like that. Ahhh, Hannah, what a foolish child you were. But how was I to know that I myself would soon become sucked into the Harry Potter craze?

Once my mother sat me down and started reading the first book to me though, I was entranced. I read ahead. Ha, a little thing like reading together with my mother wasn't going to slow me down. Like I said, I was hooked. Insanely so. I devoured them. My proud status, up until now, was as such:

I read the numbers 1-3 four times. Number 4 I read three times. And 5 and six I only read once. Let me say, I'm not a big fan of the last two. In fact, I didn't even plan to read the 7th because I would be forced to read 5 and 6 again in order to understand what was happening. My Magnificent Mikayla tried to talk me out of this idea, but I just made her (not of her own free will, so don't blame her) tell me what happened and I moved on. However, I have emerged from my state of denial, and I have seen the light. I'm going to read the series again, and finish it with a big bang: the newest and final book.

I wasn't aware that I had all of the books except the seventh. Mikayla, I did give you back your copy of the 6th one, right? I have no idea where the one I have came from. So odd...As is my entire collection. Once I got into the series, my shoppingful aunt Margaret went noodly. I think it must be because of her and her belief that one day all this stuff would become collectors items, that I have 1 copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, 2 copies of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, 2 copies of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, a whomping 3 copies of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, 1 copy of Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix, and 1 surprise copy of Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince, as well of a collection of ornaments, bookmarks, a fake wand, a homemade Hogwarts robe, and a series of miniature character figurienes. Sure, I gave a lot of that to the Maginificent Mikayla, (as she was a more loyal fan then me. I dropped out pretty much after the 5th book came out and I detested it.) but I still have the figurienes holed up in my attic somewhere.

Ahh, tootleoo my lovelies. My father is pulling me away to the library where I can pick up the book from my other series addiction: the Keys to the Kingdom! Yay!



"And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

Just for the joy of posting twice a day

I have some wonderful unrelated subjects to blabber about! (As I often have blabberful subjects, I may often post more than once a day.) As you can see, our Magnificent Mikayla has finally joined us. Little did I know that she would adopt the lil nickname I have created for her. Perhaps it will stick? And I mentioned this in a comment: Congratulations on your first day of High school eva!

Blabberful Subject #1: Yesterday I got a phone call from a girl that a barely know. She used to go to my old school, but she's in college now, I think... Anyhoo, she called because she was moving, and she wanted to know if I would like her old prom dresses! Adur...I couldn't refuse, not with my dress up addiction and all. I think of it as doing the girl a favor...Well, I don't actually but I'm getting way off topic.

I don't know how I get this lucky, but all the dresses fit me perfectly! Except they were a tad large "across the bust" as my female role-model figures would say. So, I went downstairs and had my grandmother take some pictures of me in my make-believe model stance:

Tadah!

The first is the normal dress you think of when thinking prom...

The second has a very interesting bottom bit...And no those are not specks of dust on your screen, it is sparkly.

And (this truly is an awful picture) my favorite! Looks kinda dull from the front, but wait for it!

Ooo, look at that stray piece of hair going down my back...Wait! Don't! Oh, nevermind. It's pretty though, right? Look at how it tapers on the bottom. Ahh. *sigh*

Semi-funny story to go with the navy dress.I was wondering where I was going to be able to where these, considering I'm not exactly the girl all the guys go nuts for and ask to dances... Anyhoo, my dad says that I should wear it to one of my mom's art openings. She's got a couple coming up soon. Somehow I don't think that would be the greatest idea, do you? It seems a tad, I don't know, formal? Hahahaha. I love my father.

Blabberful Subject #2:

I haven't spoken a whole lot about my pets. Especially not my kitty cat! How awful of me. I shall fix this awful calamity immediately.

I mentioned in one of the other posts that I have a narcissistic kitty. Well, I don't know if that was necessarily the best adjective, but she is very pretty and she knows it. I mean look at her:

I don't know why her eyes always end up looking so yellow in pictures. They're really more sea-green. Gorgeous. She can tell. No wonder she sits in front of that semi-reflective window all day.

More on the birdies.

Tony, my older parakeet, has had a rather odd habit for quite a few years now. He takes baths in water glasses. Caught it on camera, too!

And for anyone wondering, that is not my hand. It is my father's hand. I do not have manly hands. At least I hope not... You don't think my hands are manly do you? I do need a new coat of nail polish, but that doesn't make them manly does it?

Oh dear. What having your camera next to the computer can do to a person...Goodnight all.

High School

Okay, so I am (drumroll please.... thanks) the one, the only, Magnificent Mikayla!!!! Applause, applause.... :)
So, hannyloulou, my dear buddy has told you a bit about me... that's all fine and dandy, but I'd like to add a few things.
I am currently residing in a house.
I have two dogs... Penny, a Golden, and Zsazuu (Za-zoo) a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.
They're my babies....
Okay, I'm too tired to type anymore, so I'll add this....
What is the big deal about high school?
I had my first day today (cheers from the crowd... :)) and I was like totally freaking out last night... It's just like regular school folks!!! Granted, in reg. school, teachers don't go on and on about how you're gonna fail their Pre-AP Civics/English class, but still peoples... It's not as scary as it seems!
I was majorly ticked off this mornin'... I was waiting in the lunch line (thrilling, I know) and SOMEONE pulled the stinking fire alarm!!!! We were all rushed out of the building, etc. etc. (you know how it goes... :)) And stood around waiting for about 10 minutes.... Massive hunger was threatening to take over. So we're all let back in, and I'm back in the lunch line.... Then it hits me. I've only got 4 minutes left until my next class starts!!!! So I scarf down my trail mix that was in my backpack, and rush off to the other side of the school.... I'm waiting in my seat for 10 minutes with a bunch of other frosh, then the PA comes on. Students please go to your next class. The extended lunch is now over.

I could've karate chopped my desk in half! Starving here!!!
I haven't eaten a proper meal since breakfast, so I'm signing off!
Love Ya,
Magnificent Mikayla

Taking out my aggression

Yesterday morning, I woke up at a reasonable hour, say 9:00, and I was very excited. There are about 5 computers in my household, three that actually work, and 1 that is connected to the internet. Well, 2 now I suppose. But yesterday was supposed to be the day that I have been waiting for for about 2 years...We were going to get wireless internet on the laptop! Mostly my laptop. You can see why I would be thrilled about this, right?

So the wonderfully techyfull computer man came to our house at 10:30 am. He didn't leave until around 1 pm I think...And he didn't give us wonderful news. He managed to get our other desktop computer hooked up wirelessly, but not the laptop. No, of course not. Never the laptop. And besides this awful not-wireless happening on the laptop, we heard that if we use it much more it will crash. We didn't do anything wrong, it's just that there are a whole bunch of corrupted files and the thing is 5 years old. Now, we had the option of paying $300 to have it fixed, or just buy a new one.

Haha, now here comes the really hilarious bit. Neither of my parents ever have any money, curse those dang bills, and they're always borrowing from me. Are you sensing where this is going? Huh? Yep, that is correct. I am the only one that has money, therefore, I am the one that has to buy the new laptop. Isn't that hilarious? Thank god I have money that I've saved in my bank account. I got more money from graduation and my birthday than I realized.

I'm ok with buying the new laptop myself. Then it will actually be my laptop and my parentals will have to ask my permission before they use it! Ha! The only real problem with this situation is that I can be an incredibly impatient person, and I don't want to wait forever (or what seems like forever) to find a notebook that they family can agree on. The guy who brought us this awful news belongs to a place that we could get a refurbished laptop from, but I'm afraid that it would take a long time to get a good one that I want. The upside from getting it from them, would be that I would know that it was in good working order, and there wasn't a bug or anything. On the other hand, I found one on the Internet that I like. And the other option is that my mother might get a discount if she uses her Marian College Faculty status...Who knows what's the best way to go? I sure don't. This really is an annoying situation, though.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the other glitch. It goes by a very posh name: Windows Vista. Yeah, the new operating system with all the glitches. We can't (well we could, but we're not going to)buy a brand new notebook because the posh brand-new operating system has bugs and makes your computer run slowly and junk. Grrr...Now I'm on the hunt for notebooks with the good old trustworthy XP. That's the upside of the notebook I found on the Internet. It was made for XP. And it's new. Yay! But, how do I know what I'm really getting when I buy it off the Internet? Is that really a good way to go? Oh jeez, I don't know. Deep down, I don't think so. We'll probably end up getting it from the techyfull guy, or Best Buy, or somewhere local. Haha, Best Buy. That reminds me of a story the Magnificent Mikayla told me about her search for her new computer. Let me just say it involves a rude store manager, two aggravated customers, and many loud obscenities. *snicker*

On a related topic, my mother is planning to pay me to finish her website. My mother is an artist, and she has a show coming up, so she wants me to get it finished before then. Now that's a job I'll enjoy. Here's a link to the current egg: http://leahsart.tripod.com/ I'll let you know when I finish. It should be jazzy. Hahahaha. That reminds me...There was an ad to "Pimp your page" and I teasingly asked Mom if that's what she wanted. She asked Dad what that meant and he said that it meant "fancying it up" so Mom said Yeah, that's what she wanted. I burst out laughing. My mother, the artist, who keeps mostly to earthy themes, wanted her page pimped. That's beyond funny. I can't help it...*giggles*

Ahhh, I'm all calmed now. See what letting out your aggression does for you? This song is very soothing, by the way.
Mercy Street - Peter Gabriel

Have an un-aggravating afternoon!

The Bird Has Landed

The event we have all been waiting for has finally occured! Ok, so maybe it was just me, but I will try to overlook that.

I realize that I have mentioned nothing of my pets. I shall do so now: I am the proud keeper of two male budgies a.k.a. parakeets and a most narcissistic kitty-cat. My first birdie, whose name is Tony, I got for my 6th birthday, so he's more than 8 years old now. My second I aquired just a few months ago from the Magnificent Mikayla when she moved to Colorado.

Anyway, about a year after we got Tony, we had started letting him fly around the house. He seemed happier after we did this, and he became a quite adept flier fairly soon. And another year after he was zipping through the air, I was sitting next to his cage, and he landed on my head. Yes, that is correct, he sat on my head on built his nest in my hair. He didn't literally build a nest in my hair, but he did hang on it and look down into my eyes. Quite hilarious image.
(What I just said reminded me of a quote from another fantabulous book, Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech. It goes: "You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair." Love that, had to mention it.)

So ever since I got Marvel, Parakeet the Second, I let him fly around too, and I've been waiting for him to land on my head like Tony does. And today was the day!! I was washing both birds' cages in the bathtub, as is the weekly ritual in my house, and I set them flying somehow, and without a place to land they both circled a bit, but Tony landed on my head, and Marvel did too after he circled once more. I called my Dad in and he said, "You've got bird decorations!" which I suppose is an accurate way of putting it. I mean, look at this:



But don't look at my pimple. Curse those darn things...

This Trumps the Previous

Yesterday, I believe, I began to rant about my deep and passionate love for movies. Well, I must say that even more than movies, books are the true love of my life. And since I have recently been given the means to tell cyberspace of my interests and desires (hence what you are currently reading) I must bestow upon you this great and wonderful knowledge!

My local library is such a great place. Sure, it's not the biggest in the area, but it's got a great collection of books, which I'm sure most libraries do. I forget what I was browsing for in the children's section...but I stumbled upon the series by Garth Nix, The Keys to the Kingdom, and I have become obsessed!! I'm on the 4th, Sir Thursday, at the moment.

The series starts out with Mister Monday and a boy named Arthur Penhaligon. He's new in town, and he's started school just two weeks after everybody else. Not an exactly easy thing I'm sure. But he's a normal kid and wants to fit in. Now, at this beginning point in the book, I was not thrilled. Arthur seemed to be acting very oddly for someone who wanted to be viewed as normal. He barricaded books around the table he was sitting at in the library so no one would be able to see what he was doing. That is just odd. I realize that he had just been thrown into a series of magical events that would be quite unsettling, and he accepted that too easily for my taste, but you're not going to become popular by building yourself a book wall. But I digress.

Once I got past his original reaction to the happenings in the story, I got reeled in. My poor descriptions cannot do the books justice.

There is a place called the House, and Arthur gets called there by something that calls itself the Will of the Architect. This all becomes immensly complicated (I managed to totally confuse my father). But put in my own words, the Architect is an entity very like God. She originally came from Nothing (Nothing is almost like matter in these books) and created everything else form Nothing. However, Nothing is really dangerous. It sometimes comes together to form creatures of Nothing called Nithlings. Oooo, I'm making this way too in depth. Anyhoo, the House is sort of like a compilations of mini-universes that are all connected. And time is different there, so no matter how long Arthur spends in the House, he will always return to Earth only a few minutes after he left. One of the quotes from the book that pops up frequently to annoy Arthur is, "Time runs true in the House and meanders elsewhere."

So, after the Architect somehow disappeared, the House was taken over by seven Trustees, or Morrow Days. There's Monday, Tuesday, etc. They're the days of the week, and they each control one of the mini-universes in the House. However, the can only interfere in the Secondary Realms (such as Earth) on their day of the week. They each have control of one Key, with magical powers that are supposed to keep order in their own mini-universe. And besides the Keys, they each have locked away somewhere, 1/7th piece of the Original Will of the Architect.

Anyways, Arthur (in a long series of events that I won't bother to mention) gets a hold of a Key. It's now become his job to take over Monday, and the following days of the week, and free their bit of the Will. As I said, it's all rather complicated when I try to explain it. But I have a solution for that for anyone interested:

GO AND READ THE BOOKS!!!! But beware, you may become just as obsessed as I am. Haha. Praise be to Arthur!!!

Movie Fanatic Gone Wild

I don't know how many movies I've watched in my relatively short lifetime, but I know that it's a lot. I'm crazy about em, what can I say? The unusual part about this characteristic in me, (I don't think that it's very unusual in girls my age) is that most of the movies I've seen have been British. Well, maybe not most, but I bet I can boast (rhyme not intended) that I've been through a lot more BBC produtions that most 14 year olds. Speaking of which, my all time favorite Pride and Prejudice was the BBC version with Colin Firth. Ahh *sigh*. He's the best Darcy the world will ever see.


The reason I started thinking about movies this morning, was because several nights ago I got the 1999 movie version of the Scarlet Pimpernel from the library. I found it rather a let down after the book. (No, I did not need to read the book for school. It's totally normal for books that were writted a hundred years ago or more.) My favorite character in the movie was Sir Percy, as I'm sure you're supposed to like him best. But the movie didn't even have the same plot as the book! I was so confused in the beginning. There were all these characters that didn't exist in the book, and Margaurite was arrested. I was going "wha??" half the time. Oh well. Not all movies are as good as their book parents.

The exception to that rule, I believe, is the 5th Harry Potter movie that just came out. I detest the book, but loved the movie. I always (and I do mean always, so anyone who knows me will have heard this story about ten times) say that all that happens in the 5th book is Harry is walking down a hallway and going through puberty. I mean, come on! We don't need to hear about the hallway more than a million times... But anyway, when the movie came out, my dear Mikayla, who is a much bigger Potter fan than myself, you could even call her a fanatic, saw the movie twice in one day, then called me and told me all about it. I didn't mind, as I didn't plan to see the movie for quite a while due to my loathing of the book. Anyhoo, she told me about this line where Harry says, "I'm just so angry all the time!" and I burst out with a knee slap, "Yep! Adolescence!" So of course, when I go to see the movie with another friend of mine, I hear this line in the middle of an intense scene with Harry and Sirius, and burst out laughing in a completely silent theatre. The people sitting in front of us actually turned and looked at me, which just made me laugh harder. My friend, who I'm sure was extremely embarrassed at this point and wishing that she hadn't invited me, leans over to me and whispers, "Hannah! SHHHHH!" My, my. It was altogether a very amusing evening.

The long and the short of it is, I simply adore movies.

The Famous Bob

Omg! You'll never guess! It's Bob! I can't believe it. It's too cool.

Bob is my backpack. I realize that it is rather unusual to name your backpack, but hey, that's what makes a person unique right? And if that's true, I'm unique through the roof. Because Bob is a cross dresser. He's rather confused about his identity. His group therapy sessions are trying to help him through that.

It began one fateful day in 7th grade. At a forensics practice if my memory serves me correctly. As you can tell, Bob has a handle, and that seemed like a very convenient place to hang my coat. For some reason, this image (of a backpack wearing a coat) struck me as extremely amusing. I rolled him over to my buddies, and introduced him.

"Hey guys, meet Bob. He's a cross dresser!" Of course that would be the first thing to come to mind since I named him Bob and he was wearing my pink suede coat. The thing was very feminine.

Over time, Bob evolved into a very lifelike character. Almost everyone knew him. As I rolled him down the hallway in the morning, random people would say hello, not to me of course, but to my backpack. Most of my teachers had been acquainted with him, and he was even formally invited to our 8th grade graduation. He was put on the class list in the hallway, and his attendance was taken, although it wasn't sent down to the office as that would have confused the secretary. Haha, I can see her face now. "Bob? Bob who?"

Bob who? Bob the Backpack of course!!

Introductions- Hi, my name's Hannah

Ooo...look at all this pretty pink! I have a feeling that some people may gag if they see this... Haha. Well, get the bucket ready! I've been working on this layout for the past 2 hours, and I don't see it changing anytime soon. Grrr...Believe me, html could possibly be the most aggrevating thing on the face of the earth, or on the web anyway.

Anyhoo, this is a pretty impressive blog for only having been thought up about 4 hours ago. Yeah, so I'm all on the phone with my buddy in Colorado and I go, "We should make a blog" and TADAH! Hehehe. She won't have internet for another couple of days, so in the meantime, I'm all alone. I'm probably talking to myself actually. I can't think of anybody who would be reading this. I don't exactly have connections yet. Hopefully, this blog will eventually have readers. We're pretty interesting. I mean, there are all those people in the world who want to see into the mind of average teenage girls, right? And what a brilliant way to do that! Come on, how could it get any better than this??? Be serious now.

Ok, so in the days ahead, I intend to post random facts and stories. Now, if this was a book being published by some famous author, it would be extremely well recieved. Let's hope that we can do 1/100th of that well! (Is that even mathematically possible? I never was one for the numbers...)

Yippiekaiyay!