This Cactus is Extraneous

I HAZ MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF SUGAR IN VARIOUS FORMS. HEHEHHEHEHEH. So I am assuming that this particular blog post will probably make no sense or just be very random and awry.


My puppy, Chewbacca, is hiding under my bed as of now because he doesn't want to take his bath. DOG. GET OUTTA THAR.

10 RANDOM QUESTIONS:
1. FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE? Does this include Disney/Pixar? >.< If so, Toy Story. Oh yeah, and I like The Lion King, Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Alice in Wonderland, pretty much all the nifty, old ones.
2. WHAT IS ONE WORD THAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOU? Strange.
3. IF YOU WERE STUCK ON AN ISLAND FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE AND COULD ONLY EAT ONE THING WHAT WOULD IT BE? Chocolate-covered bacon.
4. THE ONE THING THAT YOU ALWAYS DREAD DOING? Picking up dog crap, folding laundry.
5. WATER BALLOON OR SUPER SOAKER? I'll just use my bucket.
6. WHAT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND'S MOM'S NAME? Shaniqua...psh, I'm not kidding.
7. FAVORITE FLAVOR OF PRINGLES? Anything but Pizza-flavor. blech. *reminisces on childhood*
8. SOMETHING YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE HOME ALONE? uhh, I sing Glee songs at the top of my lungs whilst vacuuming.
9. WHAT WAS YOUR CHILDHOOD NICKNAME? I'm still sort of a child, and my nicknames are/have been: Hannah Banana, Hanners, Hamm, Hanny, Albus, Wallaby, Fool, etc.
10. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU DO IN THE MORNING? I wake up in the morning and I check my twitter.


whoooooooooooot. :) Today I went to a Chinese buffet, 'twas yummy by the way. and my fortune from my cookie said "When you awaken tomorrow, solutions to your problems will become clear." I sure hope you're right, Mr. Cookie.

Now my dogs have both taken baths and are running around in circles like spazzes trying to dry themselves off. :)

NITWIT! BLUBBER! ODDMENT! TWEAK!

So, this weekend I was planning to go to Six Flags (ROLLERCOASTERZZZZ :D ) on Saturday with mi familia, but my mother decided that it was a great idea to cancel it. >.< and today I was going to go with the church youthgroup to Chicago (CHEESECAKE FACTORY AND BOOK SHOPPING.) but it got cancelled because of "probable thunderstorms". >_> grrrrr. So, I am a tad upset. BUT ALACK! Tuesday afternoon, I get to ride the airplane to Florida and visit mah daddy-o. Should be a fun time. As I said before, my siblings and I get the chance to go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios, Orlando. XD I am SO FREAKING ECSTATIC. Didya know that the majority of the Harry Potter cast was at the theme park when it opened a few weeks ago? WELL, THEY WERE. aaand if you don't know this already, you should realize that I am a ginormous Dumbledore fan, and guess what guyz, he was there. This pretty much means that when I arrive, I will become the Harry Potter fangirl that I am, and kiss the ground of the park, for Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was in fact, at that very place. Or you know, Michael Gambon was. Same difference.
While in Florida I will probably be hanging at the beach in Daytona (workin' on mah tan, yo.), shopping, and just catching up with my father. oh and.... I might possibly, maybe...go see Eclipse at midnight. *hides*
I'm hoping for a great vacation. Florida has always been a great place to visit. :)


Ahh, well I am pretty exhausted my chums, so I shall go watch some Hannah Montana naow, and continuously cackle at it's outright cheeseball-ness :)
Until next time...
-Hanners.

SwankyStuffs- Homemade Egg Mcmuffins for breakfast.
Rumpus- Waiting for hours to speak to someone, then having to leave as soon as you get the chance.

Life is a Story Plot

So you know how in English class, before teachers give you the novel/short story/etc that you are going to read in class, they make you fill out those worthless worksheets or teach you all about the main points in a story? Well, I randomly came across one of those amiable worksheets, and it got me thinking. What if life is actually like this? Of course, books and movies are exceptionally cheesy, unrealistic, and occasionally ridiculous, but hey, so is life. (Well, minus the unrealistic part...because obviously if life was unrealistic, then it wouldn't be life, and then we would all be indubitably confused, which is exactly how you feel right this very moment, because I am not only idiosyncratic, but just plain batty.)

Think about it. Life starts off with an exposition, or introduction. Slowly, you are introduced, and adapt to a setting, an environment. You become friends with certain people, and start off your life. This of course, happens over a period of a few years. Then, there is the rising action. I would consider the pre-teen to teen years as the rising action. The time in your life when you learn new concepts, grow physically and emotionally, develop relationships, and prepare yourself for life. Of course, you are already living life, and have since well, you were born, but you are readying yourself for "living on your own".

The definition of the climax is "the highest or most intense point in the development or resolution of something; culmination." so, is it a mid-life crisis, or the happiest day or your life? This is what confuses me. Usually, in a story, it is the peak. The huuuuuge problem that is going to be resolved, in the falling action.
A story that doesn't have falling action is almost always a story that ends too abruptly and disappoints the reader. So, I would say that the falling action in one's life, would be attempting to solve your problems, continue growing as a person, possibly re-building up relationships, and just loving life. This all eventually leads to the resolution, or conclusion: death. Wow, that sounds depressing. But alack! Death definitely does not have to be a depressing event. I mean, of course someone who is dearly loved will pass on, but if they have lived a good life, and done the best they could, then you can replace mourning with remembering, and celebrating the life that they had.

Life really IS like the stories we read, and movies we watch. Keep on keeping on.
So, I am not exactly sure if this was an entirely aimless blog post or not. I am in fact, a bit deranged. The thoughts that run through my head are generally crazy and just plain strange. It's like my brain is hyper and hops around in my cranium all day. Basically, I have been thinking about life and how I want mine to be. I don't want to sound cliche and say "oh yeah, I definitely want to do something and make a difference." Sure, making a difference would be great, and I shall attempt that, but really, I just want to be the person that I am, make and mend relationships throughout the years, achieve the goals I have and will eventually set for myself, and set and example for those who are younger than I am. wewt.

As of now, I am loving life. Yes, I complain sometimes.. or you know, a lot. I really hope that I continue being happy with myself, because I'm quite pleased with how this is all going.
Sorry for the double posting today. I'm a bit awry today and felt the need to meander a bit. Anywho, have a spectacular day. Don't get up to too many antics.

SwankyStuffs- Hot ham and cheese sandwiches.
Rumpus- Chlorine hair.

Precise Poetry

I wrote a haiku about Giraffes.


"On the empty plains
Brown and yellow spots whiz by
Galloping eastward."

I am quite fond of this altitudinous, beanstalk of an animal.

SwankyStuffs- Haikus, short blogposts.
Rumpus- Waking up to your dog puking on your snuggie.

Inquiries.

Questions. My cerebellum is full of these. Here are a few:

Why is it that after I slaved for years to mend this relationship, just to see it crumble in the end?
Why can't we all just get along?
Why can't I go to Target and pick up a few quarts of patience?
How is it, that my heart hasn't exploded from all the love, yet?
Are we having fun yet?
Why can't people tell the difference between "their, there, and they're" and also "your, and you're" ?
Who decided that pink was "a girl's color" and blue is "a boy's color?
How is it possible for me to inherit my mother's laugh? I MEAN, COME ON.
When is my sister going to stop coming into the room while I am on a skype call?
Why are my friends so amazing? and why do they love me so much?
When can I finally meet Kevin in person?
How has Justin Bieber not gone through puberty yet?
Why do I have a birthmark that resembles Abraham Lincoln's profile on my right leg?
Why are little children so interested in jewelry?
Why does time have to go by so fast, and yet it seems so slow?
Is this real life?
What are we having for dinner?
What the heck is wrong with me?
How am I not tan yet?
How is it even possible to be this happy right now?
Why do I have so many questions?
Will they ever be answered?
Why do I have an irrational fear of mustard?
Is that weird?
Why does Edward Cullen sparkle?
How the heck is that attractive?
Edgar Allan Poe is schmexy.
Why did I say that? It wasn't even a question.
How do I stop myself?
Have I lost my marbles?
Do you think I'm trying to be funny? I CAN'T STOP. owait. I just did.

phew. okays. Readers, do you have questions that run through your head multiple times throughout the day? Why are so many of them unanswered? What can you do to answer them?
Enjoy pondering. And have a happy Father's Day. :D