"It's colder than it oughta be in March"

It's yet to be determined
That the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
Apart of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed

And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And that's a day or two
Ahead of me
I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away

I'd like to hop a plane
I'd see you in the morning
The day is fresh
I'm coming home again

But its warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
She wrote the words
"I Love You"
She sprayed it with perfume
It's better than the fire is
To heat the stony room
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July

It's yet to be determined
That the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
Apart of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed

And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like

It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And that's a day or two
Ahead of me
I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away

Ferosha Coutura

Everyone needs a dosage of their own little pocket gay!! <3

"We name our children after towns that we've never been to"

There's this Modest Mouse song that goes, "And it's true we named our children after towns that we've never been to
And it's true that the clouds just hung around like black Cadillacs outside a funeral."
It's not like I was just listening to it. I'm actually on hour 2 of "Maps" on repeat if you wanted to know. I also bought "In Rainbows" earlier. Radiohead<3 Fake Plastic Trees = spectacular. Random phrases just get stuck in my head sometimes. Not necessarily song lyrics or melodies. Like last week I had Christian chuckling, “fucking dayglow” and then immediately following, “tranny ice cream.” So here’s my short list of names, though none are towns that I’ve never been to, such as Houston or Paris. Although Paris will no longer be on that list in a month XD

Evangeline
Atticus
Zoe
Ida
Emma
Isobel
Claire
William
Elijah
Roselin

Alrighty bonny lasses and bermewjan byes, time for snoozes

Learnin the new slang kids

I felt like making a relatively absent-minded list tonight since I can't get to sleep but don't have too much news to report. And I was reading a blog by John Ralston and he said something about "learnin the new slang" and I don't really remember what he was referring to but it made me think of how I collect pretty words. I'm always mentally noting really deliciously delectable words.... here are some for you to scan through

sensational
nebulosity
apex
savory
montagne
rambunctious
periphery
exemplery
listlessness
lethargic
nostalgic
grandeur
sonically
vast
trite
candor
imperturbation
visceral
pirouette
simplicity
stagnation
deceptive
unconstrained
callous
discrepancies
vindication
anaesthetized
tourniquet
riddled
placidity

Now go get your stack on.

Penelope

I'm back, lovies!!

Has anyone seen the movie Penelope? I feel like it may become one of my favorite movies ever. It's one of those that just leaves you exceptionally satisfied. And it is so different, too. Girl with a pig nose. The message is perfect, embrace diversity, accept yourself, and don't try to change the ones you love. The way Penelope is conditioned to be ashamed of her appearance by her own mother, yet feels unusually safe with Max, almost a stranger, shows how much shame and pride can fluctuate depending upon reactions. Unabashed is one of my favorite words just because it is something I admire in a person. To be unabashed about a freaking pig nose just gives the film a fable-like quality. Plus I love how she ends up in the end, both who she ends up with (you know it all along) and what she ends up doing. Totally relateable character, and there are no loose ends. On a scale of one to awesome, Penelope is the shit.

Barack <3s Libraries (And So Can You!)

I can't do my homework. Honestly, I can't. I left my backpack in the back of Brittany's car. Oh well. It's not like I was about to make a special excursion to go retrieve it. "Daddy, can I have the keys so I can go pick up my schoolwork and take on my responsibilities??" No. I could have said that if I wanted to, only I would've had to bring him along. Yes, kids, you are correct in assuming that I CAN drive a stick without stalling, finally. I even did some clever clutch work in front of Sam's Club today when I went over to get a bike lock at Dick's. I also bought some new shorts so I'm ready for self-disciplined exercise. Nothing like 3 new pretty pairs of running shorts to inspire me to hit the road, Jack.

I didn't have any homework this weekend anyway. If I really wanted to I could print out the euro packet from blackboard. But I might wait for that. Otherwise, all I'm missing is some art supplies and some reading material that I was planning on getting ahead with. I'll just have to hunt Britt down tomorrow and be like, I need my backpack please.

Yesterday I read a speech Barack gave to the ALA in 2005. (American Library Association- the one that makes all of those celebrity READ posters with good-looking celebrities on them. I have Orlando Bloom in my room, by the way. He's holding onto Lord of the Rings. Being the daughter of a couple with masters in library science, we get catalogs advertising these posters. Tim Gunn was in one recently.)

Anyway, where I was going with this, in the speech, he spoke about how important reading is, in this "knowledge economy". I like that phrase. He explained how there can be as many government regulations on teaching to tests as they see fit, but real knowledge that will give a child the opportunity to achieve something their parents didn't have the opportunity to is gathered from reading. Enrich your child's mind, nurture a love of reading. Thinking back to my younger years, my dad read to me at least 2 kiddie books a night when I was little, and when I went to the YMCA in the summers, I ended up spending most of my time reading Roald Dahl and R.L. Stine. In third and fourth grade my mom read me a chapter a night of Harry Potter, and since then I feel like I've chosen books over other things when I have free time. Maybe that's why I suck so bad at video games.

I guess I'm just thankful my parents are librarians and they brainwashed me into loving books. So yes, this weekend may not be the best example of how books have helped me, but overall, I feel like taking pleasure in reading is something that will help me as I go off in the world and take on stuff, whatever stuff may be.

I'm also thankful that my mom just handed me half a bag of popcorn. later, love.

Not enough sleep?

First off, yes, before I get to other matters of business, I am not participating in U-E track this year. I've been assuring everyone however that I will try my best to come watch the Ithacan races and take special notice of the people with the lovliest locks in the entire sport. Cough cough Dreds. However, I'm going to be writing a letter of resignation in a few minutes that I plan on filling with regrettful resolution, so to achieve this I don't want to get into how much I am not going to miss the sport. I will surely miss seeing the team a great deal though, and especially my cross country friends.

What else is a-poppin? Well, most recently, I took a 3 hour nap. I am trying to train myself to go to bed earlier. I'm reading up on the problems associated with going to bed really late, and some of them are a rise in blood sugar and hormones or something, increased hunger, and general problems with your overall health (perception, retentiveness, immune system, etc). It's generally best for a person to go to bed at 10 and get around 9 and a half hours of sleep. Yes, that is an insane amount of sleep, but I'm thinking... if I take at least an hour nap almost everyday already, and I typically spend at least 2 hours of my day doing unnecessary things like going on the computer and clearing my room constantly of all the clothes and books I dump on the floor on late nights, I have a lot of time I could be using to rest. It seems impossible to go to bed earlier than midnight for me, but it's worth a shot. We're talking about my hormones and blood sugar here, folks! My health could be seriously suffering and I wouldn't even know because I always go to bed late!

Now, if you will excuse me, I have some spaghetti and the nightly news with Brian Williams to get to. I love Bri Wi.

Oscars >:o

Bonjour mes amis!

I decided to post suttin while the iPizzle's updating a major load.

So. While watching the Oscars hier, I made a list of all the movies I've seen in theaters in the last few months, et il y a beaucoup. Sweeney Todd (the Academy just doesn't want to admit that Johnny is superb because they're jealous. Like he needs that stupid little gold dude to prove his talent and creativity. Just give him a little Burton instead and we're set), Juno (twice), I Am Legend (twice), Enchanted, Atonement, Jumper, and Vantage Point. I was so pissed Atonement did not win Best Cinematography. That film is blazing with the most gorgeous manipulation of light and shadow. And I was calling either Juno or Atonement for Best Picture, the mother of all film awards, awarded to movies like From Here to Eternity (<3),


While I was in econ today, I started a letter to my cousin. However, Mr. Mullins slightly freaked me out several times as he wandered past my desk in the front, and though my skills in nonchalantly doing irrelevant activities during class are almost unsurpassable, I decided to settle on mere tuning out and avoid putting a black mark on my record. In my tune-out, I tried making a list of my top 5 favorite movies. Obviously, Lord of the Rings and Pirates are right at the tippy top. My mom can't watch either with me since I quote lines with the actors far too often. I used to know the whole prologue to The Fellowship by heart ("But they were all of them deceived...for another ring was made...... In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged, in secret, a master ring. And into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malace, and his will to dominate all life. But there were some...who resisted."). I also like how Aragorn has a bubble in his throat when he says "You cannot wield it! None of us can." at Rivendell.

Becoming Jane just might be on this list, because it basically explains what went into some amazing works of literature, and what (may have) happened to spur their writing. It is so ironic and romantic on the whole. I would def have to include the Harry Potter series as well, I mean, I can remember sitting with butterflies before I saw the first one in November of sixth grade, and then going back to see it like three more times. Some of the CG stuff was total shit in the first one (Harry in the winged key scene), but I just love the movies so much, and the graphics really have improved. I don't even really care about that stuff too much anyway, unless it's really distracting. The 5th movie's final scene was mind-blowingly moving, with the Dumbledore/Voldemort battle, muted yelling reminiscent of the Gandalf "death" scene and Harry getting disturbingly possessed with the whole montage. I actually rewind and rewatch it just to cry all over again. Number 5 on the list, I'm ashamed to say, I could not place. So instead of humming and hawing over the contenders, I'll leave it at 4.


couldn't resist, mate.

Lefroy <333333

What'd I tell ya? I mean, check out that time stamp. Sorry, ok? (I'm apologizing to my Monday morning self.) I was just watching Becoming Jane, which is the best movie in the world, I don't care what you say, and then I got to the part at the ball where Wisley is being all pathetic and trying not to crush Jane's foot and totally mortifying poor Jane in turn, and just as the state of submission is setting in, Mr. Lefroy steps in out of no where and intimately faces Jane in mid-step, note, with his terrifyingly blue eyes. And of course Jane is at first breath-taken and then instantly aglow, while Lefroy throws her this slight benevolent smirk that ends in sensational sincerity. If it weren't for Frodo's broad little grin and slight nod of the head as he heads off to the Grey Havens, I would name James McAvoy's little moment there as my favorite film smile. They're hard to compare though. Frodo's has a very sad undertone because his fellow hobbits will never see him again, and then his nod has this "til we meet again" kind of attitude about it ("yes I am aware of the contradiction embodied in that sentence"), while Lefroy's is in the complete opposite direction, as not only is he acting as a savior to Miss Austen in the midst of awkward Wisley, but this is the moment when they each begin to glorify the other. I don't know what it is with that fellow but his eyes definitely have some petrifying/captivating/mesmeric qualities.

I mean, c'mon. Penetration.



Upon viewing this scene four times, I decided that I needed to find an image of this online so I could print it out and post it on my wall/ceiling of hottness. There was such a selection of images from this scene however, that I practically made a flipbook. It's only filled with the most beautiful photos ever to have graced the hands of a flipper. Only if someone made one of Chris Carrabba doing like, anything, would I have to withdraw that statement.

Anyway, watch this if you know what's good for you. If you don't, I'm telling you that this is good for you. It will beautify and enrich two minutes of your life. Later you will think about it and it will further beautify and enrich your life. I break into hysterics everytime. I seriously wish I could run up and give Lefroy the hugest of hugs. He is beyond deserving.

license to sleep

I wake up way too late. I go to bed way too late. It's not like I sleep too much, I'm just on a semi backward snooze plan compared to the instinctual sleep pattern. I mean, I went to bed at 4 last night, and woke up at 12:30. So what's that? 8 1/2 hours. Not too bad, and considering I'm catching up on those spectacular 5 hour nights during the normal school week, I'm giving myself license to sleep. That reminds me of one of my fav bands, Armor for Sleep, they have this amazing album, "What To Do When You Are Dead" that you would do well to check out. If not in actual sonic form, if the thought-provoking dark and dreamy stuff is not your thing, I strongly suggest finding and reading and later pondering some of their lyrics on songmeanings or your preferred lyric database.

Speaking of databases, my mom reminded me today, through use of internet movie database, that the actor playing Faramir in Lord of the Rings, David Wenham, is also in 300, which I think I realized back when I saw it in theaters, when Andy got me in free of charge (be jealous).

Anyway, you might wonder, what is Hannah doing at these late hours(or early hours, if you are one of those people... I consider 4am to be late because I haven't gone to bed yet, but if you were Natasha, you would call it early as she would be getting up in a few minutes). Well, in case my lovely audience is curious, it's typically nothing too incredibly important. I like to make time for pastimes, such as playing guitar, playing with charcoal, enjoying music, and corresponding with people via the internets. And daydreaming. And cleaning my room. So with all of this out of the way after school, it is typically after 9. To delve further, I work better under pressure, or at least very efficiently. What incentive is there to do work now if I can just get it all done at some boring hour of the night during which nothing at all is happening, no human interaction whatsoever. In my world, there isn't because I just don't look far ahead enough to say "Oh if I do this now, according to my handy dandy Outline of Life, I will have time for fun on this date right here!" No. Brittany's mom made me feel better about this on New Year's morning while we were discussing resolutions. She said a good one is to make time for fun. So it's not so much procrastination as it is savoring. Anyway, this year my system has a slightly larger payment since I love all my classes (save econ) so I can't bullshit answers like I did in classes involving numbers. Plus homework typically consists of essays and reading, and they take a while. Blaargh.

But fear not!!! I had that overnight stay at Fredonia (actually Sun-Tues) and I got a shit load done. I did my entire euro 10 page packet thing, and then read almost all of Tess, which I can easily finish by Monday. So yeah, this one time I actually planned ahead, but I was still making time for fun- I mean, it's not like there was much else to do during a 4 hour drive and 3 hour classes. I did go ice skating though, and found last night that I'd gotten a nasty cut from the boots that totally did not fit. It was sad because Andy had fitting skates, along with everyone else that was there, but there I was, with these dull blades that were like "I don't give a shit if you've been craving a skate all winter". And yes, I did go down once, which was enough to convince me not to try backwards. Next time I'll steal mom's skates. I actually tried hers on and they're not too bad. Kind of funny story if I actually wore them. My mom didn't have skates when she was little, so she stole her dads and stuffed newspaper in the toes this one time. She ended up getting tripped up on the pond that day and twisting her ankle. She was 8 or something though, and I'm only a size behind her so we should be good. Knock on wood.

Anyway, I'm actually kinda tired. Sadly, I have to shower tonight though because I have this other system, where it's one less thing I have to do when I wake up. Not a morning person if you couldn't tell. To quote Chris Carrabba on the Today Show, "I haven't been up this early since... never!"

Willaby!

I'm half-watching Sense & Sensibility maintenant. Go Jane Austen. There was a masterpiece about her earlier and I got sucked into Pride & Prejudice again because of it. I finished the bit about Colbert's White House dinner speech in I Am America (And So Can You!) hier, then decided to move right on to the a classic novel instead. I'm pretty far into Tess as well, and the one night I seriously could not fall asleep (due to a 2 hour nap around dinner time) I ended up reading the whole fourth section and then some. Angel is being an ass, and he needs to be socked somewhere around his perfectly defined 19th century bearded jawline.

Willaby...!

The house is pretty cold right now, though that hardly parts from the norm, since I am always exceptionally freezing around here. I think dad said he lowered the temperature on the thermostat a tad, with the whole go-green thing and avoiding a load of carbon by lowering the heat setting. But really, my toes are freezing off. Since it's incredibly cold and drearily wet on the sidewalk, the bottoms of my sweatpants are still damp from walking the Dew. Plus I don't have socks on. So it might be a combined effort on the parts of the thermostat, the weather, and my lack of socks that it feels frigid.

Yesterday was Emily's birthday. She called me before school, but the night before I'd turned the phone on silent so that I might watch the Welch's video before I went to bed without waking up the rents, and forgot to raise it again to vibrate. I don't think there's even sound with vibrate, but I wasn't absolutely positive, so I took the extra measure. But anway, I ended up missing my alarm and was slightly late for Amnesty (not that it made any difference since only the officers attended this week), and missing Emily's call. I called her back while I was walking Dewey at dinner, and my failing battery powered my phone down before I could say all I wanted. Whoever has the new model chocolate is a lucky canard, as mine is utterly sucky and almost completely useless.

The Europe meeting was last night. I've taken to napping after dinner everyday, to the point where the chill following a hot and hearty meal combined with my lack of sleep on weekdays overwhelms me after the evening news, and I drop off without even bringing my dishes in to the kitchen. It's true, I eat dinner on weekdays in front of Brian Williams every night (and previously Steve Prinzivalli), unless we choose to dine at Friendly's or some other place. So yesterday, I cuddled up under a blanket while my mom got ready and left for a get-together with her fellow librarian friends, and dad grabbed my dishes for me. He woke me up at 6:40 and told me that we should probably leave for the meeting

Going outside was pure torture, after being snuggled under an afghan for half an hour. But I warmed up after I got to the American Legion building and saw Rinde and Goins and Katie Mck. It was a very informative meeting and the trip actually seems a little more real now. But I still can't believe that I'll be going to Europe after always dreaming of it. And to London and Paris, my luck, the two cities I've always pulled for.

"He sitting next to her!!!.....wait.. he's kneeling down!" From Miss Dashwood to Fanny Ferrars. Aw Hugh Grant!

Get Me Right

Watch this




I make my slow way home
Limpin' on broken bones
Out of the sickest heart
Across the county lines
Onto your wooden stairs
I know you can't repair
I know you've seen the light
I know you'll get me right
Right....right... right

I own a sinner's heart
I know the rain falls hard
I know the currency
I know the things you'll need
I hope he hears my prayers
I see you cut your hair
I know the saving type
I hope you get me right
Right...right... right

Oh Jesus, I've fallen
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker
Clear, Jesus, the truth is
I struggled so hard to believe
I need my maker

To cure me of the sins I love
And take me out of my thinning blood
Take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up inside of me
In whispers, it convinces me I'm..... Right