Late June

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.

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Sonic

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"]

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May

…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!

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Pussypussypussy

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.”

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March already

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.

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At least the sun is out

[insert unintelligible frustrated noise of your choice here]
What a day. And it hasn’t even started! It’s only eight fifteen.
Let’s see, why am I grumpy…because I need two pairs of tights and don’t know where to get them, because my rib still hurts from all that coughing two weeks ago (honest…I know I don’t take pain well, but this is really bothering me! It feels like I sprained it. But I reckon you can’t sprain a rib), because one of my best friends’ gone and got a boyfriend and hasn’t talked to me yet [not mad love, just going mad], because I’m a funny-looking, specky git, and because it snowed yesterday.
I’m just a bucket of sunshine and roses, eh?

Blargh. On to more cheerful matters. I’ve set myself a more involved daily schedule now- well, not strictly a schedule because I’m so non-linear, but a list of things to get done each day. Yesterday I got up, did the dishes and cleared the table, practiced the piano, did some of Grampa’s study, mended two pairs of pants and a shirt, and made pierogies for dinner because Jordan wanted me to. Oh yes, Jordan’s living with us for a week. To my surprise it’s proving to be really fun. I thought having essentially two Thans in the house would turn me into mush, but we’ve been indoctrinating Jordan in Doctor Who and that’s entertaining.

So, for today, let’s see. What do I need to do. I fink…first I should do the dishes and sweep the floor. Then, I should clean my laptop, because I keep putting that off and it’s getting hard to tell the smudges from the pictures on the screen [squints]. After that, there are three categories of things left to work on, and each day I hope I can put some focus on each of them:
>Sewing
>Herbal
>School
For sewing today I think I should fill in the neckline of a shirt that I really like but can’t wear because it’s indecent, then clear off my other bed and start working on a project I owe someone.
For herbology I should reorganize everything and try to find a good place to keep it. I’ve got enough herbs now that there simply isn’t room in my little china cabinet and it’s becoming a problem. I think I need to set up shelves in here or something.
And lastly for school…by school, I mean that though I’m not taking classes at this point, I think it’s important to keep studying. I’m reading a lot of classics and hope to set myself a paper at some point- I’ve read a book about eugenics, Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and A Tale of Two Cities so far. Both of which stories I loved, by the way.
So what to read next? I need to study economics soon but I haven’t got a good book yet. I’m thinking I’ll read 1984? I haven’t done that one yet.

All right, to end this long and boring dissertation on what I should do today, I’d better get offline and get dressed. I don’t even know what I should wear today. It’s funny, over the past few months my clothing style has been broadening in ways I never thought it would. It’s making it a lot easier to find clothes now, because I’m not half so picky. Hmm, today feels like a tights and knee skirt day. Whaddaya say? And maybe I’ll wear my hair in two buns again. I hate it when people call me Princess Leia, but the buns are really comfortable and I don’t wear them like hers anyway.
Okay, allons-y, I’m off then!

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February 25

Matt and I sang three songs in the 2nd Parish talent show on Friday night, which was fun. Two Mitch and Mickey songs and one by Muse. I got sick, however, and after spending the next day entirely out, was so out of it that I stayed in bed for two full days.

I’m feeling somewhat better now but still quite crappy. Being cooped up this long is making me really grumpy, too.

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Guete Morge

Good Sabbath, everyone.

This weekend was interesting. I was planning on spending it at the Libbys, since my brother was to be at a retreat and my parents a marriage conference. But lo and behold, the Libbys in question got sick! Usually they let me visit anyway, but Mrs. Libby all but ordered me to stay away so I wouldn’t catch the flu, which was very nice of her.

However, I was left with an empty house and no plans for the weekend, and I don’t do well with being completely alone for two days. So Friday I went Goodwilling. First I went to Salvation Army, and omigosh, you should’ve seen the things I found! Ironically I didn’t buy anything. But I found first a homemade skirt in this sort of green/maroon shot check, and it was about the coolest thing I’d ever seen. (well, maybe…I just like superlatives)
Then I moved on to the dresses and found a GUNNE! I’m always looking for them at thrift stores and this is the first time I’ve had success. It was a size thirteen, which is really rare. Gunne Sax dresses run small and not a whole lot of bigger sizes were available. I’m a nine (vintage) or an eleven.
It wasn’t the prettiest one I’d ever seen, and I didn’t buy it because I need to conserve money. I’m wondering, however, if I should go back and get it and then resell it online. Gunne sax dresses go for sixty-eighty average on ebay. What do you think? That would be my first step into the world of vintage retail.

Okay, so then I found this incredible (read: incredibly ugly) PURPLE silk dress! It was completely handmade and beaded ALL OVER. Okay, maybe I should go back and buy that one. You know what, I’m actually starting to wonder if I should do this. Do some reselling. Eeep I don’t know! That dress was only eleven dollars.

Lastly I found a beautiful black dress. It had a very simple, very modest black velvet top, and a full, ruffled silk skirt. It was stunning and fitted me like a glove. I didn’t buy that one either, because I don’t have a lot of money to spare right now. But here’s what I’ll do- on Wednesdays, everything is half-off. I’ll go back and see if any of these things are there, and buy whichever are. Then I resell anything good.
Mom’s suggested I open an ebay account with the huge amount of books we have lying around. I really need to start making money somehow, so hey- maybe eBay is a good idea. Especially if I can continue getting my hands on such beautiful vintage stuff! *excited*

So in the end between three thrift stores, I came home with media- two records, a Back to the Future video, and a Rocky and Bullwinkle video. I really like picking up old cassettes at Goodwill. They’re very cheap, and everyone’s donating their good collections now that supposedly VHS is defunct!

After all the goodwilling I dropped off some banana bread and some herbs at the Libbys and went home. The next day the Clukeys kidnapped me, having heard that I was alone. It was really sweet. I was going to leave, but they made me promise to come back for dinner. So I did, and Mary gave me a valentine. I like the Clukeys.

And today is Sunday! I’m hungry. I think I’ll go get some food.

OH! And I got to Skype with Sonja yesterday! That made my DAY!

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Bad Wolf

I’m feeling dangerous today. It’s just another mood and it’ll change today or tomorrow, but right now it’s pretty strong. I’m not sure if a dangerous mood implies danger to myself or to other people, but either way, everyone had better watch out.

Partly to assuage the dangerous mood and partly because I needed excersize, I took a walk this morning. I wore a long dark coat unbuttoned, thrust my hands in the pockets and let it flap around in the wind. With a long scarf, wild hair, and Muse on my iPod, I felt dangerous, even if I didn’t look it. In a characteristic and not very threatening move, I walked past the bars and went into the library instead. Old issues of National Geographic make for good reading.

I turned nineteen last Thursday. That is, the Thursday before the one that happened yesterday. Krissy and Dori and I went ice skating, then came home and listened to Beach Boys vinyl and made origami hats. We started with cranes, but when my malformed avian earned the name “Nessie” we figured we should try something easier. So newspaper hats it was. The Libbys and Matt joined us and we all wore the hats and toasted my “loss of insurance and other childhood benefits.”

Guess what? I don’t want to get old. Actually, no, I have no problem with getting old. Old people are so pretty. White hair will be a boon. However, a lot of old people, especially the ones in their mid-twenties, are really boring and sometimes I feel like they don’t even have souls. I don’t want to lose.

I think that’s part of why I’ve been wearing my hair wild lately. I suppose it isn’t actually that wild and most people probably just think, “Well, look at that girl with long hair. She should comb it” or ignore it all together. But I think my hair is my security blanket. I feel safe when it’s around me. And it’s also- well, now you’re-
I was going to say “now you’re going to think I’m completely crazy” but the truth is that’s probably already well established, I’m going to a shrink for Pete’s sake, and even more truthfully I don’t give a dragon dropping.
So, carrying on from where I was before I interrupted myself: sometimes it feels like hair is an outgrowth of what’s inside. It’s long and nutty because thats what I’m like in…essence.

Sor’of, yeah.
I’m clearly in an abstract mood today. Did you know I could be abstract? Hmm, I didn’t.

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Chopin

…is great, folks. Give him a hand!

Let’s have a quick list of all the interesting or notable occurences that have…occured…since I last posted.

  • I gave the Libbys a kitten
  • Said kitten piddled on my quilt
  • Krissy and Sonja and I staged a public protest against nothing
  • I attended a stone soup party at the Konczals at which we made stone soup in a huge cauldron
  • Christmas happened and I got a box of Lucky Charms and was happy
  • It snowed a lot
  • Mr. Libby shot a coyote and we tried the meat, which tasted like tough beef
  • The Libbys’ rabbit chewed through my Macbook’s charger cord
  • We attended Nathanael Hasbrouck’s graduation party and he declared he could fix it
  • My Aunt Margaret got ENGAGED
  • Much time was spent with Matt Scribs and much Muse was listened to
  • Job searching has begun

So there you have it. By the way, that list isn’t in chronological order. It was in ‘whatever comes to Hannah’s mind’ order. And probably lots more has happened, even if I can’t think of it. Oh yes, I got a pair of purple and grey striped knee socks.

I need to eat breakfast and go in town this morning, so I probably ought to ship off and start that- but thank you all for reading, and have a merry January 21st.

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