I believe...

I believe that you cannot do anything you put your mind to. I believe that the good guys don't always win, but they don't always finish last. I believe there is no such thing as luck. I believe that people are too easily swayed one way or another. I believe love should be unconditional. I believe most people don't know how to think for themselves. I believe that most people waste their lives in the comfortable, rather than pushing themselves to the limits, and enjoying life. I believe that people spend too much time stressing over things that don't really matter. I believe school is not based on how smart you are, but how much work you do. I believe that people should have to earn your respect. I believe that religion was just made up to make people feel better, more assured, but I do not argue against it. I believe you should always get both sides of the story. I believe that everybody has a right to their own opinion, however you should not force or assert your opinion on to somebody else. I believe that people are to concerned with other people's lives. I believe that celebrities are just normal people. I believe that you do not find yourself, you make yourself. I believe you are only as strong physically, as you are mentally. I believe that friends are everything, and that love really conquers everything but death.

B.O.H.I.C.A

Today I feel like I have a lot of things to vent about. All day I have been noticing little habits that people have, and they have been driving me crazy. For instance:

1) Girl in my science class who smacks her gum.
- Gum is gross in the first place. It's so unnecessary, literally there is no point to it. So why do you do it? Does it cure your hunger? No. So why? All it does is create an annoying smacking noise in somebody else's ear. SOMEONE who is trying to concentrate on their schoolwork. Way to go you annoying little girl.

2) Boy in my Spanish class who taps his pencil and looks over my shoulder.
- First off, if your going to copy me and look at my paper, be more subtle. Breathing down my neck just makes me want to poke you in the eye with my pen. Now about your pen- stop tapping it. It's not going to make you any smarter, I promise.

3) Boy in my lit class who must say "Okay-" before beginning every sentence.
- No joke, I noticed this the second week of school and I notice it every time sense. Before starting anything he has to say, he says "Okay," before it.
Examples: "Okay, can I go to the bathroom?" or "Okay, the answer is..."
Kills me every time.

4) Girl in my lit class who chews SO LOUD.
- Look, I'm sure those chips are tasty, but it's also 20 minutes until lunch and you can wait. I don't want to hear how great those Doritos are, especially when I'm starving myself.

5) Stuck up black girls in the hallway.
- Excuse me Ms. Ghetto Fabulous, but you bumped into me.

Winnie The Pooh

I woke up today in the mood to watch Winnie The Pooh. Not the new shows that suck. I'm talking the legit stuff, the original shows. So when I get home on this rainy day, I'm going to make me some hot chocolate and sit in my basement in the dark and reminisce in my childhood. Also, I'm in the mood to bake. However, I can't decide what to bake. I'm leaning towards cupcakes though. Mmmmm, cupcakes :) some macaroni and cheese sounds good too. Maybe I'll just take a trip back to the past today..
My science teacher's hole puncher is broke. When you go to use it, it will only punch the first and last whole. It will leave the middle one out. DRIVES ME INSANE. I have to go across the hall to use another teacher's hole puncher, that is simply ridiculous. I should not have to go through that much trouble to have three evenly spaced holes in my paper.

Anyway.

Today I have cheer practice, which is disgusting. Then on Thursday I have my last game as a cheerleader for the rest of my life. THANK THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY. After the game I have to jet over to Tailgate Barrow and see my competitive cheerleaders preform :) I'm so excited about this week though because I am celebrating my last few days as a cheerleader! haha and then Halloween is Saturday! I'm excited because it will probably be my first time back over at Devin's house in absolutely forver. Like, FOREVER. About 4 months.
Woo!
Yippi!
"Oh my gosh did you see that?!"
"What?"
"I don't know, I missed it too."- MalloryBentley.

The longest name to date is Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Jack Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor William Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorft Senior.

The longest name is of a young hawiian boy named Kananinoheaokuuhomeopuukaimanaalohilo. The name means "The Beautiful Aroma of My Home at Sparkling Diamond Hill is Carried to the Eyes of Heaven". In Hawaii, it is the custom to give children long, descriptive names. Dont worry though, they call him Joe, of all things, for short.

The longest place name is the actual name of the city Bangkok, in Thailand :
Krungthepmahanakonbowornratanako-
sinmahintarayudyayamahadilopono-
paratanarajthaniburiromudomrajni-
wesmahasatarnamornpimarnavatarsa-
titsakattiyavisanukamphrasit (155 letters)
This translates to "The land of angels, the great city of immortality, of divine gems, the great angelic land unconquerable land of nine noble gems, the royal city, a pleasant capital place of the Royal Palace, eternal land of angels and reincarnated spirits predestined and created by the highest Devas."

Homecoming Disaster.

Homecoming- over. Homework- done. Shoes- off. Mashed potatoes- digested.
The weekend is over, thank God.
Homecoming went good. As always the before and after are the best part. The actual dance nearly killed me in embarrassment. We get there and it's so hot, and so crowded that I can't even get a grip on my own mind. We started out on the otter edge of the crowd just mingling, but then before I know it I'm being dragged to the center of the mob when there is flailing arms and legs, butts going all over the place and people surrounding me from all directions. Safe to say, I froze in panic. I couldn't move a muscle. No matter how hard I tried or what people said to me, I couldn't dance. I have never NOT been able to dance, ever. I do dance for a living! It was the weirdest experience of my life. I felt so bad, like I had ruined my night for my boyfriend. I wish I could go back and fix everything.

But I can't.

So now I must move on and tackle my last week of cheering and be done with that. Say goodbye to my sister as she leaves tomorrow. (thank the Lord) and get focoused on school.

The Wonderful World Of Hannah.

Today as I sit here in science class after taking a test, I can't help but look forward to all that I have to do this weekend, and dread it. Today, I have to cheer in the pep rally, and cheer at the homecoming game. I mean, the game was bad enough- but now a pep rally?! I've never been peppy my entire life! Shoot me now. Also, after the game I have to go home and enure a whole dinner with my sister as I meet her new boyfriend and she meets Devin. Could it get any worse? YES! on top of all that I have to clean, write a paper for lit, and take a Spanish and lit quiz today. Which I have not studied for. SHOOT ME IN THE FACE. on top of all that I don't feel good and I'm fatigued. I haven't been getting any sleep lately and it's not doing any good, I can't wait for tomorrow morning where I can sleep semi- late. If there is a God up there, pleeeaassseeeee help me out this weekend. Fo sho. Oh, and. I got a Dairy Queen chicken biscuit this morning. Best in town. If you are not from Winder and reading this you might not understand. You see, as unhealthy as it is, our dairy queen still makes their biscuits with lard. They are the greatest breakfast treat you could ever imagion and I go to heaven everytime I bite into one. Yep, safe to say, they rock.

Riddle of the day: What is once in a minute, twice in a moment, and never in a thousand years?

PYRO

So the new Kings Of Leon album came out yesterday. Come Around Sundown= LOVE. and Pyro is the best song on it. This weekend is the homecoming game/dance and my sister is returning home for the festivities. Golly, that'll be the first time we have seen each other since we got into our tussle. I'm very curious to see how it pans out. Anyway, I'm leaning on my boyfriend this weekend to help me get through it. He will probably be my saving grace through all this camotion. Everything has to be done in such a little amount of time it's driving me crazy. And Devin has never been to homecoming so I have to double check behind him to make sure he doesn't screw anything up. Haha Although the one good thing about Jena returning is that I can fade into the background with Devin. For once we won't be the focus of my parents attention, because they will be too busy with Jena Syndrome to pay us attention. Which I honestly don't mind; the less attention they pay me the better. This post is very scattered. My lit teacher would say "it doesn't have a good general flow" to it. But oh well.
Well since I didn't finish this last night, I am now working on this in Physical Science with Mr. Rows. We are supposed to be taking a video quiz but... I don't want to. This is so boring. Why should I care about the fact that Michael Faraday invented the electric motor? Yeah, cause knowing that will get me far in life.
I have come to the conclusion I am a very plain person. I'm not the type of girl who is bubbling with personality. I like consistency, especially in people. I like knowing people aren't going to change, and therefore I don't either. I don't open up to many people. Actually only about two, maybe three. And I like keeping it that way. Is it a bad thing that I'm not this incrediably interesting person? I'm sorry if it is.

Oscar Wilde

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Oscar Wilde

I'm tired of people acting like other people, because they think the other person is more intresting than who they really are. Just be yourself. Molding yourself to somebody else is not "being origional", because that position is already being taken up by them. Just be you. Geeze.

Why can't we be friends?

High school is all about peers. Forget about academics, what everybody really cares about deep down is what is going on with other people. Ever notice how most people don't really care about if your doing fine, only if something has gone wrong? People don't want to here if your just being your normal fine self, but if something juicy happens, or something goes wrong, everybody wants to know about it. They swarm around like bees to honey, begging to get a taste. It seems that what other people think, tend to run our lives; it affects how we act, what we say, the way we dress, etc. Why do we care so much? About these for short years here at Winder-Barrow High and the people in the building Monday through Friday. Once we graduate, we will never see these people again unless you plan on staying in Winder the rest of your life and so do they. Which is stupid. So why do we care? Why should we waste our time worrying? It's not like what they think affects who we become, because they can't do anything to us. If we stopped worrying so much about what other people think, then we could truly be ourselves, and I think our grades would go up. We spend so much time worrying about climbing the social ladder, that our grades seem to suffer from it. In theory, if people truly care about other people's feelings, rather than their selfish, immature, and judging thoughts I think that we would all be more successful at school, and in life.

Where's the chapstick?

I haven't posted in awhile because my laptop is busted :(
So in the meantime I will try to get by on my phone even though I know I will probably fail miserably and be very very sad. But I'm here to post today about parents. I've been having conflicts left and right with them lately even though usually I try to avoid confrontation. There is just something about them that makes me want to argue until I can't argue anymore. Why does it feel like they overreact about every little thing, and turn something into nothing? Why does it feel like they trap me in a box, and I will never be set free? It's very frustrating and makes me want to projectile vomit on a daily basis.
Honestly, I can't blame all my stress of recent on just them though, it's seems I have been having struggles everywhere I go, with everybody I talk to no matter how close or who they are. I don't know what has gotten into me lately but I have started to get fed up with dealing with a bunch of people day after day. I have been less talkative to people I used to talk to everyday, and have started avoid some people completely. It's not that I like it, I almost can't help it. I do it without thinking and I can't stop. I don't know how to fix it, or if it should even be fixed. I'm just so confused.

Day 10: 1 Confession.

One confession...
Hmmm...
I have no idea! This is so hard because I'm not one to keep secrets.

I guess a confession of sorts would be that I have a real problem with talking about my problems. If I have a problem it normally will stay bottled up inside me until somebody rips it out of me. I wish I was more open with people, and let people know what's up when I'm not happy with them. But it's just something inside me that can't find the words to speak up, I back down and nobody ever knows what is wrong. So I guess that is my confession of sorts.

Day 9: 2 Words that Describe My Life Right Now.

Confused.

There is a lot of stuff going on in my life right now, and I feel like my brain is all over the place. I'm so glad it's fall break so I can finally have some time to calm down and relax.

However,

Blessed.

I know I should be thankful for everything I have been given in my life. I know I am very fortunate. Although I know that I am lucky, it is still a struggle for me to be thankful for it all. It's a daily battle for me to keep all my priorities in line.

Day 8: 3 Turn Ons.

So today is mine and Devin's 6 months. :) Okay, onto the challenge..

1) The first turn on would simply be, being a gentleman. Open doors, carry books, give me your jacket if I'm cold, walk me to class, that kind of thing. It seems as if all that has been forgotten in today's world.

2) Putting your hands on my waste/ lower back. I don't know, it feels good. haha

3) Pay attention to ME. This may sound conceited, but I'm your girlfriend and if we are in a group of people, I don't expect to be ignored. I expect to always be your priority, otherwise go date one of your bros. And I'm going to add listening to me when I talk to this. I always try to pay attention to people when they talk, so I expect the same in return. If I at least pretend like I'm interested in what you have to say, you can do the same.

Day 7: 4 Turn Offs

Ahh, I have been looking forward to this one.
But first, again, I need to vent about my day and since it is friday do an overall synopsis of my week.
This week was stressful. It seems like everyday this week I have been being pulled one way or another by one person or another. Each person having their own checklist for me they are waiting to be crossed off. Something I have realized is that I cannot live up to everybody else's standards for me. I have my own standards for myself and from here on out I plan on focusing on doing what I want for myself, before what everybody else has set up for me. It's not up to them, how I live my life, it's up to me.

1) My first turn off would be simply not having a good attitude. If your a jerk, of course I'm not going to want to date you. If your a sweet guy, you automatically have a step up. And I'm going to add in overreacting to this point as well. I can't stand guys who get irrationally mad, or jump to conclusions.

2) Smell bad. I looooove guys who smell good. Like really, just take a shower and spray some good smelling colon on and your good. It's not that hard. At all. And I'm going to add in overall good hygiene to this, have good breath, and wash your hair as well. And SHAVE. I do not like facial hair. At all. It's not fun to kiss a prickly face, it feels like carpet burn afterwards.

3) White socks, and dark shoes. We are not Michael Jackson here. If I can see your socks, and your not wearing white shoes, then they should not be white. It's one of those picky things about me, I don't like it. haha

4) Smoking, of any kind, dipping, or drugs of any nature. It's just gross.