Morning after. Part 2.

Favorite person to spend morning afters with. Everything is just so goddamn funny.

Potpourri.

I swam my first "intense" workout today in training for Alcatraz.

Lets just say I have a long road ahead.

Other than that...I had an interview at Starbucks. And I think I would legitimately shed tears of joy if I got that job. Like, I'm not even joking.

Also, I've been into cooking weird vegetables lately, and concocting interesting things.

Other exciting news: I found a bookshelf outside of the dumpsters of my apartments yesterday...a perfectly good bookshelf. Purple, in fact. And it just so happened that I needed a bookshelf. And now I am quite the happy camper.

As the Grinch would say, "One man's trash is another man's potpourri!"

I now pronounce Sept. 18th: Nerd Celebration Day.

What this lovely Saturday consisted of:

10:00 AM: Woken up by a phone call from my lovely friends telling me to be ready in ten minutes because Im getting picked up. Oh, and to bring chocolate chips.

10:15 AM: Hit up Starbucks for the ever so scrumtious pumpkin spice lattes, where I not only saw the infamous Hilary Sasse [best friend's mom], but I also scored myself an interview on Tuesday to be barista. YES!

11:00 AM: Make chocolate chip pancakes at Jason's house.

11:55 AM: Plop down in front of the television with our pancakes and watch Lord of the Rings.

3:30 PM: Drove in Ellie's car through the rain to Powell's City of Books [aka, MOTHERSHIP] where Jason and I nerded out on J.R.R. Tolken's books and I purchased The Hobbit.

5:00 PM: Return home to watch Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.

7:00 PM: Ellie and Jason leave to an obligatory dinner while I await them to return to our marathon.

THIS DAY IS BLISS.

Also, it's pouring outside. And it's days like this, where I've been in my pajamas all day watching Lord of the Rings and eating a lot, that I really don't mind the rain.

Crime.

I keep forgetting about laws and regulations.

Life is more fun when all the restrictions just happen to slip your mind.

Risky business.

Don't be fooled/alarmed...I like to pretend to be so much more of a badass than I actually am.

True story.

False aspirations.

I wish I could rap. Or maybe just beatbox.

Somebody train me in that art. I want to be a young grasshopper, that will one day grow to be a great gangsta artist.

Maybe I could make my own style. Like nerd-hip hop. Weird Al may have already patented that. Damn.

This is silly. I don't really mean it. Just a spur of the moment thought that I decided to blog about, because I am bored and waiting on this early Tuesday evening.

Damn.

Oozing brain.

Once upon a time,
I lifeguarded a mostly empty pool for nine hours one day, then seven hours the next two days.
And then I lost my mind.
The end.

A cabin in the woods.

I wish I could just take all my money and things and give it away. And retreat into the woods. And live. Away from everything.

And yeah, maybe I would be in denial of this whole crazy world and my responsibilities and the people and places I left behind. And maybe I would get lonely.

But sometimes, this world is just too overwhelming. And instead of being brave and facing it. I just want to run away.

I'm pouting. I realize this.

Giving in.

Billie Holiday sometimes...actually, like all the time...melts my lil' heart. Bless her soul.

I am awaiting the arrival of my roommate's new television she is currently purchasing. We were supposed to be strong, and live without a television and without paying for internet. Live the cheap, easy life. Steal internet from Starbucks. Read instead of watch movies.

Nope.

Definitely getting a TV.

Definitely paying for internet next month.

Can you blame us?

We have become addicts of the redbox movie rentals. And watching them on our laptop screens just got kind of old.

Bring on the big screen.

I live in Starbucks.

You know what I do a lot? Crack myself up.

Funny? Annoying? A sign of insanity? I don't know. Don't really care either.

BUT there is this middle aged man that works at my job, and he always laughs at everything I say.

Laughing at me? Laughing with me? I don't know. Don't care.

The point is, I make him laugh. And that honestly kind of boosts my self esteem.

Currently reading: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey.

Seriously, good stuff. If you've never read it, read it now. Probs my fav of this summer's readings so far.

Found this picture. Something about it...I really love it.

Recent thoughts.

Lots of lil' realizations:

1. Every single Starbucks ever has free wifi. And green tea. Which makes it like the best place ever.
2. Joe's Crab Shack has dank crab. Obviously, they should. But sometimes names can be misleading, so this is just to clarify.
3. At least three nights out of these summer weeks, I am a drunken hooligan.
4. My body despises clothes in this 85/90 degree weather. Which is fine for me...not so fine for my roommate.
5. The reason why I love teaching swim lessons: It is actually acceptable for me to act like a child.
6. One of the top reasons I love Portland: All the bridges back and forth over the river.
7. I have become more of a green tea addict than ever before. My mouth literally craves it the moment I wake up. Like it's programed into my brain. Sad? Or AWESOME?

Thats all for now. I do believe that my life is funny. Like weird things happen to me daily. Hilarious situations. I like it that way. Beats boring, ya know?

Pokes n' Jokes.

Im not usually one to get all into the controversy of politics and shtuff buttttt, this was funny. I thought.

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.

"She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be an Obama Democrat."

"I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."

The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Republican."

"I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"

"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You've risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it's my fault."

Infinite Arms.

Band of Horses' new album "Infinite Arms" is SOOOO GOOD!

I just happened to be in Starbucks and one of their songs came on, and so I looked it up, and it brought me to the Band of Horses website where I listened to the entire album...and it is just beautiful!

I am now currently obsessed with the song "Blue Beard"

I just want to make out with someone to that song.

Anyways.

I have been in Starbucks for the past 2 hours. And am determined to stay here for 4 more hours until I have to go to work. Because I have to write this paper.

What else is new?

Same shit, different day.

Geez.

But only 2 more weeks of school. Then finals. Then SUMMMERRRR.

I have been awaiting thee for far too long.

Funny thing is though, it is still raining a dreadful amount in Portland. Even though it is the end of May. Good god. Someone just put a stop to this already.

Because of my great lack of sleep in the past week. My body is only surviving off of massive amounts of iced coffee. I have been neglecting my teas. But they just don't provide for me the caffeine that is so necessary at the time.

I promise, iced-venti-five-splenda-no-classic-green-tea, I will return to you soon. Know that I love you, and miss you so. Especially the cold condensation that you leave on my hands, and the refreshing feeling you leave in my throat.

Love, Hannah

Drank.

I was going through my pictures and found an array of alcoholic beverages. Maybe we drink too much. Ha!

We're young, we can afford it.

Although last night was the first time I think EVER that I gave up a night of partying in order to do my homework. Seriously, weird.

Maybe I am getting my priorities straight? Finally.

Just two lost souls swimmin' in a fish bowl.

I did not go to class today, in order to write my paper. But honestly, I would rather just be sleeping.

I am still writing the paper on whales. Wretched whales that wade in the waters of this world. I am so delirious that I am making up alliterations.

I watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for the first time. Not what I expected, but very good. I recommend it. I laughed, a lot.

I feel lighter. It is good to get things off your chest.

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I don't want to change. I just want to grow.

Whales.

I am sitting in Starbucks [my home land] writing a ten page paper about the captivity of whales. Although this is a subject that I am extremely interested in, I unfortunately cannot bring myself to write more than a paragraph at a time.

But that's not my point. My point is; whales are awesome. Like seriously, if something can be that gigantic and majestic and graceful at the same time; they've got it goin' on.

I do not think whales should be kept in captivity and be forced to preform for live audiences several times a day. Although it is good for our economy and gives people the chance to experience the sight of whales and dolphins, it just doesn't seem right and humane to me. No aquarium, no matter how well constructed, could ever amount to the ocean.

That's like my parents pulling me out of college and telling me I had to work at McDonalds for the rest of my life because we needed the money. Im just sayin, I wouldn't be happy.

Planned Parenthood

The coolest place ever!

They gave me birth control AND a huge bag of condoms.

HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY.

I am too sex crazed.

Pahh, scratch that, you could never be too sex crazed. Unless you were like a nympho or something. But even then...who could blame them?