Hannah's Blog

…it’s a stupid world.

Muse’s new album came out yesterday. Matt and Than and I went to David’s flat and listened to it on his super-good speakers. It was pretty good, though I wasn’t sure what to think at first. There was a lot of 80s type influence and an actual glam -pop song, which made me laugh a little. But now I’ve listened to it more today and I think I really like it. One thing I’ve always liked about Muse is their variety. Even within albums its hard to get bored. Well, they’ve just upped the ante, that’s all.

I’m feeling really rotten today. I’m making corn chowder cause we have corn that needs to be used up…but I’m feeling down, and it’s cold. When it hits about 65 my hands start to get cold and it just makes me really tetchy. I hate being cold.

I’m having a good day. 

So I found a random purple shirt at the top of the stairs this morning while I was looking for something to wear. So I put it on. It’s like a button-up Oxford type, too big for me, and this great shade of purple. Mom came home and told me she was getting rid of it. And now it is mine. 

Also, Mom gave me her old 70s leather boots. I’m completely chuffed. I’ve been kind of wanting a pair but not enough to buy one…when I’ve finished my culottes they’ll go really well and when I wake up thinking, “SEVENTIES” I can satisfy that need.

Matt and I are going to go for coffee. I have to go to hospital tomorrow. Tonight I hope to see my beau. Or rather, my boof. That’s the Than story of the month, that one:

Than: Hannah, can I borrow your boof?
Me: What?
Than: Can I borrow your boof? Your boof…boof? That’s what you call him, isn’t it?
Me: You mean beau?

So Liz got married on Saturday and everything was beautiful and wonderful and immensely enjoyable. And she wore the dress I made her. It was really exciting to see something I’d made up front like that. And Liz was so pretty! She had a pink sash and a little veil. Nathanael and Liz are both friends of mine, so I knew many of the local attendees and really had a nice time. After the wedding, Mel and I expended a lot of energy blowing bubbles up each others’ noses and having fun. 

Yesterday, Than and I took on junior church. We planned ahead and told the story about Elijah and Baal’s prophets and the fire from heaven. We wanted to make it interesting so we made Than a beard out of a big hunk of cotton stuffing and hung it from his ears with a string. It dangled a few inches under his chin. At least it made the kids laugh. 

Then Today, David and I went to help Mrs. Noonan out with a Bible club she was doing at a nearby park. Once one gets through the first half hour or so it’s usually pretty enjoyable. I talked with several kids and had a generally nice and productive time. And David was there of course. So that was nice. 

And now, my stomach is rumbling. I think I need to get a smackerel. Oh, bee tee doubleyou, I had mackerel on our island trip.

I am so peopled out. With Aunt Margaret’s wedding there have been a lot of people coming in and out of the house and frankly not a lot of time for catching one’s breath. It was nice, though. Aunt Margaret’s wedding was perfect and beautiful and seeing all the family was great, even if it was tiring. Finally got to meet all the Atlanta cousins. Last night, before they left, we all gathered in the living room for prayer, and at the end Canon prayed for all of us. In his squeaky little two-year-old voice. And then he walked over to me and pointed and said, “I prayed for her.” It was sweet and somehow it felt like that prayer was extra special. 

I sold a dress on Ebay for the first time! It went for about 25 dollars. I’m pretty pleased. It never fails to amaze me how a person consistently needs money whether they particularly want it or not. Specifically me. Oh well, I’ve just made a little. 

Today I have cleaned my room a bit and done the dishes and I need to do the living room before lunch. Eek, it’s one o’clock already. I wish the darn sun would come out. It is so dark and that makes everything ten times harder, or so I’m convinced. *sigh* So dark. I need to mail that dress, so maybe I can force myself to take a walk to the post. At least I’d get a bit of air then…but it’s so dismal I’m not sure I’ll be able to get myself to do it. 

I need to think what other useful things I can try and accomplish today. My plan is to work on Liz’s dress tomorrow and following. Today I just feel like curling up in a ball with hot soup and watching old Star Trek episodes. Its so dark and cold, that’s probably what I’ll end up doing. *sigh* Hot soup DOES sound nice.

It’s been busy, but good. Pinafore’s over. At first I was super depressed but that ended pretty quickly, thanks to a few distractions. Pinafore was great. I think Josefine’s music was the hardest I’ve done solo-wise but it turned out well after all the work we put into it. Satisfying. And someone did tape it in the end so that’s good.

You know what’s nice, though? About a half hour before the end of the play Saturday night my throat started to twinge a little, and by the end of the night I had a full blown cold. But it was good timing for once! Finally I get sick AFTER instead of BEFORE. Only hope I can sing for Aunt Margaret’s wedding on Saturday.

I’ve managed to get David and Julia into Doctor Who now, and Sunday we all curled up (their parents too, actually, and an additional Matthew Pillsbury) and watched several episodes. It was nice, even if I was practically comatose with tiredness by the time we got home. Caleb was around for a while and that was great.

Weeell this blog entry is getting real boring real fast so I’m going to can it now. I probably won’t get to sleep until midnight, since with this cold and all I can’t seem to very easily. Guess I’ll just read or waste time online till then.

I’m so tired. Busy weekend. Not a bad one though.
Yesterday there was a 9-5 Pinafore rehearsal. Matthew’s officially my Ralph, since Matt got demoted to Dick Deadeye. That’s going all right.

You know, I haven’t actually got much to say. Lessee, I’m wearing a purple corduroy dress with brown converse, hope I can get away with that. I just like my trainers so much. And they’re good for all the skipping around that could potentially take place tonight.

It’s cold. I’m hungry. I think I’ll scarper now before my gripemongering bothers everybody.
[For "everybody" read "the two or three people that read my blog"]

…I have this dance?
That’s what Sonja wrote on this month’s calendar. It also features John Konczal the dancing gnome.

I’m about to go babysit Seth and James. To be honest, watching them isn’t really much like babysitting anymore. They’re my four- and six-year-old friends and we have great fun together.

Yesterday, Matt and I went for a walk. We started at his house and walked to Back Bay, and then when we passed the Hannaford we realized we were really hungry. So we went in and bought a box of Berry Kix cereal. Matt also wanted me to try these Mexican drinks he’d had in Guatemala, so we got those too.

And that was the decision we’ve ever made. Uck. By the time we’d walked twenty minutes, both of us felt like throwing up! It was like shaking up a soda, only in our case it was Kix and sugary fruit juice. Both fairly decent options on their own, but together, plus brisk walking, it was baaaad. Very bad.
Lots of laughs though, once we felt better (about four hours later over a big mug of ginger and mint tea).

You know, I’d really like to get married. My friend Ivy’s had a baby, Theodore Carson Burkes, and it reminds me how much I want to have a little baby, too! But that’s all right. I’m not going to waste time pining away. And my ride’s here. Bye!

So Sunday morning I arrived a bit earlier than necessary due to familial car sharing, and to use up the time I went outside to see if anything interesting was growing yet. I found pussywillows, which always make me think of Grampa.
But anyway, I gave one to Scott, who examined it and said, “Looks like baby mice on a stick.”

The calender next to my head features a portrait of a llama sitting in a field of daisies, and leaping llamas in the Andes. The other calender, which is by my other bed, is a picture of Keturah’s birch bark dress and a cake. Sonja says: “Keturah’s dress took the cake. Literally.”

Ahh, let’s see. It looks like it’s going to be a nice day! Full sun! We have big plans for today- we being Matt and Krissy and I in conjunction with various other people. First off, there’s this shim sham thing- a dance- well, sort of hard to explain. But essentially for Frankie Manning’s birthday people all over the world take a video of themselves doing the shim sham in iconic places, and the Maine group is doing it in Freeport in front of the L.L. Bean boot. And I love the shim sham. In theory, Matt and I will be meeting Krissy there. After that, there’s going to be a flash mob at the mall, which I’d really like to go to if we can, though it would be kind of crazy driving. The general idea is that a bunch of people meet in the mall parking lot, synchronize watches, then go inside and mingle. At a certain time we’ll all freeze for five minutes, then unfreeze and continue shopping. Should confuse the general populace and prove hugely entertaining.

Then Krissy is in Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors tonight at the Theatre Project in Brunswick. I’m looking forward to that; when they did A Midsummer Night’s Dream a year or two ago it was frankly fantastic. So this should be good.

On another note- I’ve been provided with so many clothes lately. I think I posted before that my style is really changing somewhat, well, changing isn’t accurate, but it’s broadening a lot. Not infrequently I’ll decide I want to add something to my wardrobe so that I can do something different when I like, and I keep coming across just what I want at Goodwill for very little money. Sunday I decided randomly that I wanted a shorter skirt, say, knee length, and went to Goodwill and found three for super cheap. And Jordan gave me a pair of suspenders on Wednesday. How awesome is that? Suspenders!!
I’ve also taken to throwing up my hair in two loose buns lately, and Than’s comment was, “you look like Lynda-with-a-y.” Doctor Who reference. Funny thing was, I went to school yesterday to pick Than and Jenny up, and I was about a half hour early, so I hung out with various people, and Luke walked by and called over his shoulder, “You look like Lynda-with-a-y.”
Sorry, I know I’m really rambling. So stream of consciousness today. Well, hardly anyone reads this, so I reckon it’s excusable! Yesterday was actually really fun, now that I think about it. Than snuck a picture of a weeping angel into Nathan’s locker and he and I blinked and probably got thrown back to the seventeen-hundreds. Matt held a balloon on the girls’ landing and Luke dropped a pen onto it from upstairs, and it popped with an almighty noise and general hilarity. Then the teachers started going on with some nonsense about students going to class for the last ten minutes, and Jenny and than asked Miss Will if we could leave, then ordered me out.
But we didn’t feel like going home, so we went to the beach and froze for about ten minutes and then drove home and did ten chinese fire drills. Jenny got them all on tape and made a video. Then some lady in an SUV behind us got really miffed and looked like she was either going to kill us or call the coppers, so we went to McDonalds and met a nice girl who gave us extra fries even though we were three cents short of the full price.
And then I babysat Seth and James and we made two movies. OH! And I had a flash of brilliance on Thursday which I owe to some combination of Rose Tyler and Liz Noonan and designed and made a shirt, and it came out fantastically which never happens to me and I’m super excited and I just need to finish the hems and sew on the buttons and it’ll be done and I feel really accomplished and I probably oughta lay of the coffee. Good night. I mean, good morning.