I went to London for three weeks at the beginning of the summer. I was back for a week before I moved up to Baltimore to intern for the Urbanite. On most weekends I came home. I found out that traffic can zap years from your life if you sit in it enough, especially on the Beltway. I'm thinking there's a time/space rift there.
My internship ended and I came home for about a week, wherein I helped friends get ready to move and ran errands. Last week, I was offered a trip to California with my dad. That was sort of altered to a trip out to California with my friend Nick, who's moving out there to Santa Barbara City College, and his mom, Jo (who I know b/c she used to date my dad, and she's my uncle's wife's step-cousin (making Nick my second cousin twice removed)). We spent the first three days driving Nick to school, finding him a place to live nearish campus, going to Ikea to get his apartment furniture and then putting it together. Then I took a 5 hours Amtrak along the coast from Santa Barbara down to La Jolla to meet my dad. We spent two days walking around aimlessly, hanging out with his (incredibly cool and surprisingly young) co-workers, and watching movies. We went to the Del Mar race track, which was very neat. Then we took a plane home on Saturday night.
Today, Nick and I and a bunch of his friends went to the Maryland Renaissance Festival (probably my favorite time yet) and shouted the word, "HUZZAH!" about 1,000 times. Jousting has never been so rolicking. And a 3 year old, absolutely lovely little blond girl ran up to me, looked all the way up to my eyes and said, "You're beautiful!", then hid behind her mother's knee. It was the sweetest thing.
Drove back after giving Nick and send off with all his friends in Columbia.
And now I'm home, until Tuesday, wherein I'll be going back up to Baltimore to start work Wed and then school Thurs. And so ended my summer.
Now: a shower and then blissful rest.
Cheers, you grand few.
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
No. 181: Better
I'm a day late, which is worse than last week, but better than usual. I'm not going to do a playlist.com thing b/c last time I got yelled at (for the first time ever) by the pirate police, even though I didn't pirate the song. Whatever.
Here's the 7:
Supposed to hang out with Jo tomorrow, but haven't heard from her, so that might not occur. If not, I have to decide whether or not I want to go back to Baltimore and hang out up there all week, or if I want to stay here. What I really would love to do is go to the beach. I don't know if any of my family members are there, but it would be nice to see them. Have somewhere to sleep at night, but spend all day sitting on the beach writing, reading, napping and listening to music in my giant headphones. I just want to whole heartedly center and restore before school starts again. Carlos and Greg come back to Charm City on Sunday. I'm excited.
Seeing Rosie was lovely. She's a whirlwind, and refreshing. She reminds me that I have no need to be self-conscious and that it's a waste of energy. It's good to be around people as direct as Roe. I was really glad to see her. Aaaand, she introduced me into the world of the Carvel banana milkshake. If you live in the A-town area, head to your local Carvel and partake, I say.
Cheers.
H.
Here's the 7:
- Voodoo Child (Slight Return) // Jimi Hendrix: This song stalked me all last week. Everywhere I went, and on my ipod when on random and on XM at Saxby's. So there.
- Gasoline // Audioslave: Because sometimes I just need to rock out. Plus I had to fill up my car and mom's car a lot last week and I just kept hearing it in my head as I drove away. But thankfully, it's down from $3.80 to $3.68, so... you know... things could be worse.
- Thou Shalt Always Kill // Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip: This is courtesy of Mike N., of the Posse. At dinner last week, he played this for me. It's a song of generally good council. Everything from "thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover" to "thou shall give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occurred in non-English speaking countries" etc. I especially love, " Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying; "Izziiit". For some reason it reminds me of Francesca, and now I miss that crazy kidd.
- Lovecraft in Brooklyn// The Mountain Goats: I got hooked on this song b/c I heard a random remix that Aesop Rock did of it, which you should check out. I'm pretty sure it's on Aes's myspace. Anyway-- it rocks. The song in itself is great too. John Darnielle is just like that.
- The Eraser (XXXChange Remix) // Thom Yorke: I'd heard it before but never paid too much attention. The album it's on is great, the song by itself is great, but Armani XXXChange is an incredible DJ and so the remix is sick nasty.
- Soul on Fire // Spiritualized: Apparently they've been around for a while and I never knew about them. Mike, again, recommended. Very very very relaxed music, but worth a listen like you wouldn't believe. Pretty music.
- Hey Now (Mean Muggin')// XZibit: Realized while watching Pimp My Ride that I had never actually listened to any of XZibit's music. So I youtubed the infamous X>Z and this song (among others) came up. I'll be honest: I don't like his voice. I don't love his rhymes. But the girl singing in this song and the chorus is pretty fun, so I thought I'd share.
Supposed to hang out with Jo tomorrow, but haven't heard from her, so that might not occur. If not, I have to decide whether or not I want to go back to Baltimore and hang out up there all week, or if I want to stay here. What I really would love to do is go to the beach. I don't know if any of my family members are there, but it would be nice to see them. Have somewhere to sleep at night, but spend all day sitting on the beach writing, reading, napping and listening to music in my giant headphones. I just want to whole heartedly center and restore before school starts again. Carlos and Greg come back to Charm City on Sunday. I'm excited.
Seeing Rosie was lovely. She's a whirlwind, and refreshing. She reminds me that I have no need to be self-conscious and that it's a waste of energy. It's good to be around people as direct as Roe. I was really glad to see her. Aaaand, she introduced me into the world of the Carvel banana milkshake. If you live in the A-town area, head to your local Carvel and partake, I say.
Cheers.
H.
Monday, March 17, 2008
no. 132: we own... a horribly written script
Meredith, Geof and I went up to Baltimore for the St.Patty's day parade and Dad's big shindig. It was most excellent. Lots of food, lots of people, lots of people dressed up in ridiculous green clothing. Glad we made the trip.
Meredith and I watched We Own the Night last night and OH BOY was it awful. It's just hopelessly boring, and it tries to hard to be suspenseful, which just makes it annoying. Dunno. I felt bad for Marky Mark and Jaoquin Phoenix, b/c I like both of them. Eva Mendez is so gorgeous, but her character in that movie is sort of strange and not thought out very well. All in all: disappointing.
A while ago, Carlos introduced me to this guy, and his show, which is AMAZING. I highly recommend wiki-ing him and then beginning to watch all the episodes. Geof, Meredith and I killed about an hour and a half yesterday watching him. 7/31/06 is particularly excellent, in my opinion.
This morning, iGoogle ("Google is our dear and glorious leader") music brought me this Rolling Stone article about Obama. It's pretty well written and actually pretty interesting. I don't really know that I'm for Obama yet. I mean, I'm more for him than any of the other candidates, but I don't know enough about any of them to be gung-ho about it. I used to be really excited about the vote and about this campaign. Not I care in as much as I hope Hilary doesn't win b/c she terrifies me. And she has no idea what to do about war-- which is sort of my big issue anyway. I feel like Obama is a great campaigner, and really accomplished at speaking and being personable. I just have no idea if he'll do anything with the Presidency. Not that I think there's going to be a drastic change either way. This Congress has YET to pass the Farm Bill after two extensions. Meanwhile farmers are being gypped out of money and time and lobbyists, the ones who aren't crooked, are having their souls sucked out of them by maneuvering and in-fighting. Lord love the U.S. government, they take their sweet time.
Anyway-- I forgot to do the 7 yesterday, but it was a busy day so even if I hadn't forgotten, I probably wouldn't have gotten 'round to it anyway.
Today is a BIT slower: reading, writing, watching season 2 of West Wing and possibly hanging out with Nick. I really want to go see the Bank Job or In Bruges, but I don't know if that's going to happen. We'll see. I still have to figure out how Kendall and I are getting to the airport on Wednesday. Rah.
This is the palindrome, inanely blogging so you don't have to.
H.
PS. Apparently my roommates hate me. This came as sort of a discomforting shock. Makes me even more centered that I'm living in the Marylander next year by myself. Apparently I cannot keep friends I live with.
Meredith and I watched We Own the Night last night and OH BOY was it awful. It's just hopelessly boring, and it tries to hard to be suspenseful, which just makes it annoying. Dunno. I felt bad for Marky Mark and Jaoquin Phoenix, b/c I like both of them. Eva Mendez is so gorgeous, but her character in that movie is sort of strange and not thought out very well. All in all: disappointing.
A while ago, Carlos introduced me to this guy, and his show, which is AMAZING. I highly recommend wiki-ing him and then beginning to watch all the episodes. Geof, Meredith and I killed about an hour and a half yesterday watching him. 7/31/06 is particularly excellent, in my opinion.
This morning, iGoogle ("Google is our dear and glorious leader") music brought me this Rolling Stone article about Obama. It's pretty well written and actually pretty interesting. I don't really know that I'm for Obama yet. I mean, I'm more for him than any of the other candidates, but I don't know enough about any of them to be gung-ho about it. I used to be really excited about the vote and about this campaign. Not I care in as much as I hope Hilary doesn't win b/c she terrifies me. And she has no idea what to do about war-- which is sort of my big issue anyway. I feel like Obama is a great campaigner, and really accomplished at speaking and being personable. I just have no idea if he'll do anything with the Presidency. Not that I think there's going to be a drastic change either way. This Congress has YET to pass the Farm Bill after two extensions. Meanwhile farmers are being gypped out of money and time and lobbyists, the ones who aren't crooked, are having their souls sucked out of them by maneuvering and in-fighting. Lord love the U.S. government, they take their sweet time.
Anyway-- I forgot to do the 7 yesterday, but it was a busy day so even if I hadn't forgotten, I probably wouldn't have gotten 'round to it anyway.
Today is a BIT slower: reading, writing, watching season 2 of West Wing and possibly hanging out with Nick. I really want to go see the Bank Job or In Bruges, but I don't know if that's going to happen. We'll see. I still have to figure out how Kendall and I are getting to the airport on Wednesday. Rah.
- "My Lover's Prayer" by Otis Redding: This was featured on the two episodes of Season 2 of the Sopranos were Christopher gets shot and is in ICU. I love Adrianna sitting beside him holding his hand while this plays, especially b/c of their problems in the past few episodes. Very touching, but just a generally gorgeous song.
- "Guns and Cigarettes" by Atmosphere: Uhm, so I know I've already done an Atmosphere song on this playlist, but I was listening to him the other day and realized he's awesome (although Michael likes Sage Francis better-- to each his own). It's the lines "I need ot start writing rhymes about other peoples' problems/ cause the strangers are starting to get worried" that bring this song to List level.
- "Christina" by Patty Griffin: So sad, but SO gorgeous. "Liars can say it all just as well." Patty Griffin's voice is unparalleled and so worth it. I made a great mix of her songs @ Jenny's once and have been listening to it with regularity for the past few weeks. She's great. Also check out "Rain" and "Peter Pan".
- "Fresh Feeling" by Eels: Talked about this song already, last blog. From the Scrubs soundtrack, and really excellent. I'm partial to Eels anyway, though they sometimes tend to be crass, but the musical production is great and his voice is incredibly soothing.
- "Margaritaville" by Jimmy Buffet: I have a great memory of this song from Beach Week, about three or four years ago. Chris Pittman, me, Beth Powell, Brian, Casey Grey (who I randomly saw in the Denver airport when I was there over X-mas break but did not say hi to b/c he intimidates me by being so gorgeous) on the bus coming back from the last beach day. Chris had his acoustic out and we were all singing this song. When we were done we kind of looked at each other Chris says, "That's probably not the best song for church camp." I just laughed and concurred. Man, I miss that kid. Anyway-- this song is great. "He Went to Paris" is another great one, though tragically sad.
- "Books from Boxes" by Maximo Park: I found Maximo initially on the Stranger Than Fiction soundtrack, when "Going Missing" was on there (another great song-- also good is "Girls Who Play Guitars"). This song is the perfect mix of great music and story telling in lyrics. It makes me happy b/c it's got a great driving beat, but his voice and the general gist of the story is kind of melancholy.
- "Sleep Tonight [Junior Boys Remix]" by Stars: Uhhhm, if you haven't heard of either the Junior Boys or Stars, you need to get on that immediately. I've loved the Stars for a LONG time, and was maxi excited when In Our Bedroom After the War came out. I found this remix on hype.com a while back and listened to it again today. Turns out it's off an album called Do You Trust Your Friends, in which the premise is Stars turned over Set Yourself on Fire to their rockstar friends and told them to remake the album. It's amazing. This is my favorite though.
This is the palindrome, inanely blogging so you don't have to.
H.
PS. Apparently my roommates hate me. This came as sort of a discomforting shock. Makes me even more centered that I'm living in the Marylander next year by myself. Apparently I cannot keep friends I live with.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
No. 70: Good points, some bad points
"Think of Baltimore. Small city."
I've officially started the application to Mason.
I know this is going to draw a lot of flack, but it's my decision so you all can deal with it.
There are so many reasons why, it's a bit overwhelming. Coming to Mason, financially makes way more sense. Even if I don't live at home, either live in a Mason dorm or find a place for myself, it's about 4 times cheaper for me to go school in VA. But likely, I'd live at home, which would be free, making it 5 times cheaper. I would also probably go insane, so I'd like to find a place to live in with Tess or someone. Other reasons include the fact that while I love Hopkins and think I'm getting a pretty good education, I can write anywhere. No, no Glen Blakes or Alice McDermott's at Mason, but still-- I'll get writing instruction. And probably be able to actually write a lot more. Downsides include: having to take stupid requirements involving quantitative math (ick), the majority of Mason people, the enormity of it. But there's a way bigger art scene, I'm closer to my best friends and MBC, and I'll have more money for after school, where I'll probably either travel or go to a culinary arts school and get a degree as a chef.
It's a bit of a mess right now. We'll see if I get into Mason first, and then go from there. Right now, it's just an application. I'm def. finishing the year out at Hopkins. It'll take that long to convince the 705s not to hate me for leaving.
Today was filled with excessive amounts of food. And I'm so tired now!!! Absolute food coma. My aunt is going to have a baby this week. Is that insane? It is! New family. Exciting.
Although this whole birthing thing (and watching Knocked Up) has totally put me off having children forever. Meh.
Trifecta outings later. And Eva. And Tess. It's gonna be a good weekend. Only have to do one reading, write some more of my (lame) short story, and finish Sonny Liston was a Friend of Mine, which is really wonderful thus far.
Started reading Breakfast of Champions this morning. Vonnegut was amazing. Irreverent. But amazing. I don't think I bought this book though, a fact I realized after I started writing my notes in the margins. I'm pretty sure it's Sam's, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna stab me. Meh.
- hannah
I've officially started the application to Mason.
I know this is going to draw a lot of flack, but it's my decision so you all can deal with it.
There are so many reasons why, it's a bit overwhelming. Coming to Mason, financially makes way more sense. Even if I don't live at home, either live in a Mason dorm or find a place for myself, it's about 4 times cheaper for me to go school in VA. But likely, I'd live at home, which would be free, making it 5 times cheaper. I would also probably go insane, so I'd like to find a place to live in with Tess or someone. Other reasons include the fact that while I love Hopkins and think I'm getting a pretty good education, I can write anywhere. No, no Glen Blakes or Alice McDermott's at Mason, but still-- I'll get writing instruction. And probably be able to actually write a lot more. Downsides include: having to take stupid requirements involving quantitative math (ick), the majority of Mason people, the enormity of it. But there's a way bigger art scene, I'm closer to my best friends and MBC, and I'll have more money for after school, where I'll probably either travel or go to a culinary arts school and get a degree as a chef.
It's a bit of a mess right now. We'll see if I get into Mason first, and then go from there. Right now, it's just an application. I'm def. finishing the year out at Hopkins. It'll take that long to convince the 705s not to hate me for leaving.
Today was filled with excessive amounts of food. And I'm so tired now!!! Absolute food coma. My aunt is going to have a baby this week. Is that insane? It is! New family. Exciting.
Although this whole birthing thing (and watching Knocked Up) has totally put me off having children forever. Meh.
Trifecta outings later. And Eva. And Tess. It's gonna be a good weekend. Only have to do one reading, write some more of my (lame) short story, and finish Sonny Liston was a Friend of Mine, which is really wonderful thus far.
Started reading Breakfast of Champions this morning. Vonnegut was amazing. Irreverent. But amazing. I don't think I bought this book though, a fact I realized after I started writing my notes in the margins. I'm pretty sure it's Sam's, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna stab me. Meh.
- hannah
Saturday, October 13, 2007
No. 53: Full Communication with You
You smile/shine a little light/alright...
It's about time for a blog. Here goes.
Got my hair cut. It's not super short, but I have Beatle-esque bangs. Should be enough fodder for John to use to tease me. "Hipster scum"... so I've become, it seems.
Being home is interesting. I was sort of dreading it, that whole inevitable scary moment wherein I might run into Case. Hasn't happened yet, and because I'm sure he's sort of not psyched about the prospect of that occurrence either, it probably won't happen.
Had a nice talk with Mum this morning. No yelling, just love. I'm really glad she's taking off work Monday so we can bruncheon. Tomorrow I will see my beloved Tess. Seriously-- being without my best friend for so long is just NOT cools.
Have seen a lot of Greg and Brian, though. Which is terrific, b/c I hadn't realized quite how much I missed them until I saw them again. Brian has this delicious looking coat that I've forbidden him from wearing. I've been forbidden from wearing glasses with this hair. I look like Natalie Portman, apparently, which is ABSOLUTE CRAP! But it was a nice compliment anyway. Was going to get more ink tonight, but decided to wait til I get A) another pay check and B) back to MD. But at least I've decided on what I want for reals.
I miss Michael. Strange. We haven't been dating that long, but I like being around him. Not being around him is sort of... I don't know... less interesting? I feel, to steal Interpol's words, "colder than myself" not being around him. Being home is a little surreal, honestly. I'm waiting to wake up.
Church tomorrow should be nice, though. I miss MBC.
But going to Tyson's today to get my hair cut reminded me afresh how utterly narcissistic NoVa is. It needs reminding that it's still Virginia and not, in fact, NYC.
-H.
It's about time for a blog. Here goes.
Got my hair cut. It's not super short, but I have Beatle-esque bangs. Should be enough fodder for John to use to tease me. "Hipster scum"... so I've become, it seems.
Being home is interesting. I was sort of dreading it, that whole inevitable scary moment wherein I might run into Case. Hasn't happened yet, and because I'm sure he's sort of not psyched about the prospect of that occurrence either, it probably won't happen.
Had a nice talk with Mum this morning. No yelling, just love. I'm really glad she's taking off work Monday so we can bruncheon. Tomorrow I will see my beloved Tess. Seriously-- being without my best friend for so long is just NOT cools.
Have seen a lot of Greg and Brian, though. Which is terrific, b/c I hadn't realized quite how much I missed them until I saw them again. Brian has this delicious looking coat that I've forbidden him from wearing. I've been forbidden from wearing glasses with this hair. I look like Natalie Portman, apparently, which is ABSOLUTE CRAP! But it was a nice compliment anyway. Was going to get more ink tonight, but decided to wait til I get A) another pay check and B) back to MD. But at least I've decided on what I want for reals.
I miss Michael. Strange. We haven't been dating that long, but I like being around him. Not being around him is sort of... I don't know... less interesting? I feel, to steal Interpol's words, "colder than myself" not being around him. Being home is a little surreal, honestly. I'm waiting to wake up.
Church tomorrow should be nice, though. I miss MBC.
But going to Tyson's today to get my hair cut reminded me afresh how utterly narcissistic NoVa is. It needs reminding that it's still Virginia and not, in fact, NYC.
-H.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
My Boys (?)
Today. was. wonderful.
Listen, okay-- those of you who know me know that more of my friends are guys than girls. I'm tighter with the girls, Tess being my absolute sister and Kathryn my bff. 705s-- you know you're loved beyond belief as well. But the guys I'm friends with probably out weigh the girls.
This has counted against me a few times. My ex and hopeful future boyfriend hates this in an intense way. But still, it is so.
There are a few guys in my life though, a group of four especially, who have been around for the past six or so years and I hope will always be there. It's these guys who made my day wonderful. John and I, of course, dated. So things have been a little strained. But we're still friends and I still hugely appreciate his humor. Most of my day, however, was spent with Brian, Chris and Greg.
Until a few months ago, Greg and I were having... let's say "issues". These issues consisted of me hating him for playing and hurting two dear friends and then getting engaged at age 20, and him hating me for breaking the heart of one of his best friends. Fair. I beat the crap out of him in church and then we reconciled while Brian played the piano. Things have been kosher (ha, yesh! Jewjoke!) ever since. He and Brian are incredibly good friends. Today, Brian, Greg and I went shopping. Greg needed a hoodie. Brian wanted a watch and a new shirt.
First of all: Greg is a psycho. Fun, but loud. He's that guy that makes a scene. It is, however, hysterical. Brian is indecisive. But he got the BEST shirt today and is going to look fabulous in it (trust me, B.) We then went to Chris's aka Greek aka Lou. There were nachos and lots and lots of tea. Poker and cloves were in order, so we headed to B's.
Mrs. Morgenthaler is an amazing woman. After a long walk with the boys there was white-cheese bunnies and cocoa almonds and a lot of money loss. I had the worst cards in poker all night. It was horrendous. I folded on a 9-3, which was a GOOD fold, except for the fact that I folded a full house. Who knew.
Then Brian, who bought in twice and decided that it just wasn't worth it after that, and I went on a long walk and sat outside and talked for about two hours. It was a much needed conversation and extremely encouraging. I also think he may be coming up to B-more with me tomorrow. At least I hope so, b/c I'm going to need help carrying junk. Haha. I'm hoping he doesn't fall in love with Natalie at first sight. But it's a large possibility.
I'm going to miss these guys in a big way. I made Greg promise to bring Savannah up and see me soon. Aquarium trip? Yesthanks.
Hopkins in three days. Weee.
-h.
Listen, okay-- those of you who know me know that more of my friends are guys than girls. I'm tighter with the girls, Tess being my absolute sister and Kathryn my bff. 705s-- you know you're loved beyond belief as well. But the guys I'm friends with probably out weigh the girls.
This has counted against me a few times. My ex and hopeful future boyfriend hates this in an intense way. But still, it is so.
There are a few guys in my life though, a group of four especially, who have been around for the past six or so years and I hope will always be there. It's these guys who made my day wonderful. John and I, of course, dated. So things have been a little strained. But we're still friends and I still hugely appreciate his humor. Most of my day, however, was spent with Brian, Chris and Greg.
Until a few months ago, Greg and I were having... let's say "issues". These issues consisted of me hating him for playing and hurting two dear friends and then getting engaged at age 20, and him hating me for breaking the heart of one of his best friends. Fair. I beat the crap out of him in church and then we reconciled while Brian played the piano. Things have been kosher (ha, yesh! Jewjoke!) ever since. He and Brian are incredibly good friends. Today, Brian, Greg and I went shopping. Greg needed a hoodie. Brian wanted a watch and a new shirt.
First of all: Greg is a psycho. Fun, but loud. He's that guy that makes a scene. It is, however, hysterical. Brian is indecisive. But he got the BEST shirt today and is going to look fabulous in it (trust me, B.) We then went to Chris's aka Greek aka Lou. There were nachos and lots and lots of tea. Poker and cloves were in order, so we headed to B's.
Mrs. Morgenthaler is an amazing woman. After a long walk with the boys there was white-cheese bunnies and cocoa almonds and a lot of money loss. I had the worst cards in poker all night. It was horrendous. I folded on a 9-3, which was a GOOD fold, except for the fact that I folded a full house. Who knew.
Then Brian, who bought in twice and decided that it just wasn't worth it after that, and I went on a long walk and sat outside and talked for about two hours. It was a much needed conversation and extremely encouraging. I also think he may be coming up to B-more with me tomorrow. At least I hope so, b/c I'm going to need help carrying junk. Haha. I'm hoping he doesn't fall in love with Natalie at first sight. But it's a large possibility.
I'm going to miss these guys in a big way. I made Greg promise to bring Savannah up and see me soon. Aquarium trip? Yesthanks.
Hopkins in three days. Weee.
-h.
Friday, July 13, 2007
please forgive me if i act a little strange...
I feel like I start a lot of entries to everything I write with "So". But that's just how it is.
So--
Since the 7th, I have gone to church, had a deep and intense heart to heart with Matthew, spent time with Ben and Johnny, had Tess come home (FINALLY!) Hung out with Kathryn a good bit, spent more time with Johnny. Chipotle-d with friends into the late hours. Shopped with Brian twice. Did a 48 hour birthday marathon with Eva Jean B (my new favorite heathen, *laugh, who I would hate to live without) in Baltimore and MBC and all over Vienna and Arlington. Was attacked by hornets. Had sweet barbeque with churchies @ KD's. Became Johnny's girlfriend. Saw Beth Moore. Cried my eyes out about 8 times. Reconciled some stuff with my mother. Got a new pair of awesome jeans. Played Loaded Questions to mixed reviews and high comedy. All in all, a pretty good half week.
I am of course suffering from mild panic attacks about all manner of things, but praise God for He knows I'm a basket case and has given me the most beautiful, wonderful people to council and love on me, as well as berate and cajole me when I need it. Hannah = blessed.
We'll see what tomorrow has. I'm realizing more and more that I really just have to take it five minutes at a time. Or as the late father of one of my favorite authors (Anne Lamott) once said to his son who had an enormous project on birds to do with not enough time to do it: "Just take it bird by bird, buddy. Bird by bird."
<3
H.
p.s. Andrew Bird is coming to Sonar on September 29th. As soon as I get cash for birthday I'm getting tickets. Please please please come with me. One of my favorite artists + some of my favorite people = bliss.
So--
Since the 7th, I have gone to church, had a deep and intense heart to heart with Matthew, spent time with Ben and Johnny, had Tess come home (FINALLY!) Hung out with Kathryn a good bit, spent more time with Johnny. Chipotle-d with friends into the late hours. Shopped with Brian twice. Did a 48 hour birthday marathon with Eva Jean B (my new favorite heathen, *laugh, who I would hate to live without) in Baltimore and MBC and all over Vienna and Arlington. Was attacked by hornets. Had sweet barbeque with churchies @ KD's. Became Johnny's girlfriend. Saw Beth Moore. Cried my eyes out about 8 times. Reconciled some stuff with my mother. Got a new pair of awesome jeans. Played Loaded Questions to mixed reviews and high comedy. All in all, a pretty good half week.
I am of course suffering from mild panic attacks about all manner of things, but praise God for He knows I'm a basket case and has given me the most beautiful, wonderful people to council and love on me, as well as berate and cajole me when I need it. Hannah = blessed.
We'll see what tomorrow has. I'm realizing more and more that I really just have to take it five minutes at a time. Or as the late father of one of my favorite authors (Anne Lamott) once said to his son who had an enormous project on birds to do with not enough time to do it: "Just take it bird by bird, buddy. Bird by bird."
<3
H.
p.s. Andrew Bird is coming to Sonar on September 29th. As soon as I get cash for birthday I'm getting tickets. Please please please come with me. One of my favorite artists + some of my favorite people = bliss.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Madly Backwards
Sorry it's been a bit since an update. Been out and about.
Baltimore was nice in a mixed up quasi crazy quasi lethargic way. Most definitely nice to see Nivia, and the puppies. I also got to cook, which was FANTASTIC. A friend just wrote about how there's a definite five minute high about accomplishing even minor culinary feats. I doubt anyone has ever been so proud of scrambled eggs with cheese, tomato and basil in their lives. Or pasta carbonara. Possibly the easiest pasta recipe with more than three ingredients ever. I love Real Simple.
So I'm home now. Going to tan poolside with Lubna tomorrow. It will be the first time I've seen her in months and months but it never seems to really matter with she and I. It's good to have friends like that I think. Maybe I'll get her to come to the mall with me and help me pick out a new bathing suit, b/c I am hopeless when shopping on my lonesome.
This is a short one, and relatively uninteresting, but I'll have something fun and exciting from ma vida soon, I suppose. That or just more boredom.
Bo made me work so hard at the gym this morning. Hardest 40 minutes of my exercising life, probably. It's a wonder my arms work. And now: I'm thinking I'll go read on a blanket in my backyard, b/c the weather today is GORGEOUS (thankyaLord).
<3 H.
P.S. Unlike so many of my friends, I'm not at all ready for school to start. Home is well, you know, where my heart is right now.
P.S.S. I want to quit Lucky tomorrow. Ugh.
Baltimore was nice in a mixed up quasi crazy quasi lethargic way. Most definitely nice to see Nivia, and the puppies. I also got to cook, which was FANTASTIC. A friend just wrote about how there's a definite five minute high about accomplishing even minor culinary feats. I doubt anyone has ever been so proud of scrambled eggs with cheese, tomato and basil in their lives. Or pasta carbonara. Possibly the easiest pasta recipe with more than three ingredients ever. I love Real Simple.
So I'm home now. Going to tan poolside with Lubna tomorrow. It will be the first time I've seen her in months and months but it never seems to really matter with she and I. It's good to have friends like that I think. Maybe I'll get her to come to the mall with me and help me pick out a new bathing suit, b/c I am hopeless when shopping on my lonesome.
This is a short one, and relatively uninteresting, but I'll have something fun and exciting from ma vida soon, I suppose. That or just more boredom.
Bo made me work so hard at the gym this morning. Hardest 40 minutes of my exercising life, probably. It's a wonder my arms work. And now: I'm thinking I'll go read on a blanket in my backyard, b/c the weather today is GORGEOUS (thankyaLord).
<3 H.
P.S. Unlike so many of my friends, I'm not at all ready for school to start. Home is well, you know, where my heart is right now.
P.S.S. I want to quit Lucky tomorrow. Ugh.
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