Party of One.

I have neglected to give any real self-description on who I am, so now, I will.



I go by my middle name, Hannah.
My full name is Sara Hannah Sims.
I have been dancing for 13 years.
My birthday is August 14, 1995.
I'm allergic to yellow jackets.
My favorite color is red.
My favorite animal is the Beluga Whale.
I hate math.
I like cheeseburgers.
I want to be a museum curator when I grow up.
I have one brother, JR. He is a Marine and lives in Hawaii.
I have one sister, Jena. She resides in California.
I'm slightly deaf in my left ear.
I'm the second youngest person in my entire grade.
I smile and laugh a lot, and I like to listen to people talk.
I want to visit every country in the world before I die.
When I turn 16 I'm going sky diving with my brother.
If I had the money, I would attempt Mount Everest.
I'm a very picky eater, and a lot of stuff I have never tried.
My favorite movie of all time is The Goonies.
I have an unusually short tongue.
I put things off to the last minute because I love the thrill of a deadline, and if I'll make it or not.
I have trouble explaining things and I like to think long and hard about something before I say it, if I am allowed enough time to do so.
Never again will I drink pickle juice.
Say what you want about her, but I will always love Brittany Spears and I got my picture made with her star on the Walk of Fame in Hollywood.
I believe nobody is "simple". There is always more to a person than you will ever know because you cannot read their thoughts every minute of every day.
While I'm on the subject, reading minds would be my super power if I were to be able to choose one.
I hate crowds, and heights.
But I love roller coasters. Love them.
I don't know what I would do for a Klondike Bar, because I have never had one.
I like knowing random facts. For instance: The United States has never lost a war where mules were involved, the numbers '172' can be found on the back of the U.S. $5 dollar bill in the bushes at the base of the Lincoln Memorial, and the Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.
Blowing bubbles calms me.
I hate Cinderella. And when I was nine and went to Disney World with Lindsey Watts, I threw my empty water bottle at her.
I'm anemic.
I do not like to talk about my feelings, or problems. Which is why I have made this blog. I'm not telling anybody, people are just reading it if the happen to.
That is all I can think of right now...

:)

Fences

Nobody reads this, so tonight, I will vent to nobody. I hate people who play both sides of the fence, if you don't like somebody- DON'T ACT LIKE IT! Your wasting your time. If you don't like somebody, don't pretend like everything is hunky-dory, because obviously it's not. If you don't like somebody, don't talk to them, don't talk about them, and don't think about them. It's not a big deal. If you ignore them, unless they are the most annoying person on the planet or just a plain idiot, or both- they will ignore you too. And then the problem is solved! It doesn't require being a genius, just a mature person.

Okay, I'm semi-good now.

Sash and Crown

What do you get when you add glitter, heels, hairspray, and girls who train their voices to not hold any accent? A pageant. More specifically, a beauty pageant. What makes these things so appealing to little girls and women all over our country? Why do they feel the need to parade around a stage in a bathing suit? Is it for the crown, or do they think the flowers are pretty? Our culture is obsessed with what we define as "pretty", as skinny you can get until your diagnosed with a disease, with large breasts and a big behind. Women have gone as far as to get surgery to achieve these high and impossible standards set by ourselfs, the people we see everyday. The whole point of a pageant is to tell one girl, "Hey, you are the prettiest girl on this stage right now." Isn't that what the winners are? They are saying that the 4th runner up is pretty, but hey the 3rd is prettier than her, and the 2nd is even prettier, the 1st runner up is more prettier than her, however the winner is the prettiest of them all; she is prettier than all of you. One thing I know, I don't need to walk and spin around on stage for 3 minutes in order to be judged by people I have never met on how much make-up I have on, or how well I walk in heels to feel pretty.

MORONS!

How would you describe high school? Well I guess you could start off with saying that it is filled with hundreds of people you don't want to see, with teachers who really don't want to see you, add in homework, and the last thing of all: gossip. What is it about high schoolers that make them care so much about other people's business? Or worse, what compels people to make up false rumors about somebody knowing it is going to do nothing but hurt them? Your answer for this question, is in the question: to hurt them! Never really thinking the whole thing through about exactly how much effect it will have on the other person, teens will make up such stories and spread them like wild fire. The funny thing is, most will never stop and think to themselves, "Is this true?" or "Maybe I should go talk to the other person and hear their side of the story." They assume that because one person said it, it must be true, or why else would they say it? MORONS! Most fights, burning of bridges, are usually caused by false accusations against somebody else. Why are we so quick to burn bridges and hurt each others feelings? Why is it so hard for people to admit wrongs? Are we so caught up in this short 4 year span of high school that we forget one day we will never see these people ever again? Why don't we make the best of this time that we know each other, and cherish it. Because one thing I do know, if people spread the word of God with the same fever as they spread rumors, this world would be a different place.

Brouhaha

I'm seriously debating on killing off every spanish speaking person in the world. That way it would become a dead language and I wouldn't have to learn it. I swear, this class is going to kill me. I don't even know why I should learn it, english has been working fine for me for the past 15 years. I will end up failing this class because of my stupid teacher. I don't learn by fun stuff. That sounds weird but I learn by organized notes, and we never take them! We copy down words then play a game of the words we copied down and I DON'T KNOW THEM. What the heck. I give up.

Mr. Rows

This is a test, because I have no idea how this "mobile blogging" works. Haha And I'm even following The Scientific Method, MR. ROWS WOULD BE SO PROUD.

EVIL CHEERLEADERS

Wow, it's been forever since i have posted ANYTHING. Yesterday held a very dramatic experience for me, I had cheer practice. But thats not it, at cheer practice I blacked out. I couldn't see or hear anything, but the coach told me that I asked for water then walked into the door, after I couldn't get it open, I sat down on the ground and started doing cheers! Bahaha when I heard this I found it hilarious, but I didn't, and still don't, feel too great. I "woke up" sitting on the ground with a water bottle in my face and everybody staring at me. I didn't really know where I was or what I was doing there at first, and it took me a minute to figure out what to do with the water bottle, but eventually everything came back and I figured out that your supposed to swallow water. The coaches mom works at the school, and she escorted me into her room to enjoy her nice cold couch, even though people who think they need to talk all the time because they feel silence is "awkward" annoy me. But rest assured, I easily got out of the rest of practice and school today, and made the best out of a bad situation by having a Scooby-Doo marathon! Score! However, I think I will have to go back tomorrow because I really want to exempt my final exams.