Froze my butt off waiting for the bus early this morning.
Had kind of an off day all day…super tired and so was everyone else.
And according to our little groundhog, we have another 6 weeks of a hard winter ahead of us.
Still, happy Groundhog Day to all.
The wordpress machine told me on my little notification side bar that exactly one year ago…I ventured on this blog journey. This last year had its extreme highs and its extreme lows. I’d like to say more highs than lows, but it’s actually fairly balanced. Since last year my world has been up and down, post or no post…my life has been hectic but full of fun as well.
Since one year ago and maybe a little before, I have…
Started this lovely blog.
Finally kept my promise.
Sang in the rain. Kissed in the rain.
Shared a kiss under a full moon.
Formed the constellation of a pretty-ful night sky on my ceiling.
Looked through a telescope.
And witnessed a most beautiful lunar eclipse.
Went to a bachelorette party for a spontaneous wedding.
Did something completely spontaneous normal Hannah would never dream of doing.
Got a pet rock (which turned out to be an owl)
And named him Paparkahar.
Shot a gun and missed a poop ton
I finally hit a can ever-so-slightly.
Baked a sweet, pink layer cake
And a loaf of bread…but should have waiting to bake.
Ate some caviar my dear friend bought for me.
Gave out an “I find you attractive” business card
To three cute waiters at the Olive Garden
Then left a 100 percent tip.
Sent a care package to my favorite person in the whole world.
Finally scared my roommate.
Drew a model nude.
Learned to dance.
Wrote a letter to me to read decades later.
Rode in a cop car on the way to the bus station.
Spaced out through all my classes.
Because I met a boy.
Shared the most meaningful conversations with my best friends.
And forgot them all.
Left for Rapid City.
Skipped a semester from school.
And made lots of moneys.
Making coffee in a bookstore.
And sitting in Cherry Berry.
Spent time with my sisters, grams, and niece.
And other people, I guess.
Saw a shooting star on a walk at night.
And made a wish that I can’t remember.
Went kayaking with my pretty sister.
Fell into the water.
Took a picture in a photo booth with my smart, wittle, adorably-entitled nephew.
Left because I missed a boy a lot.
And goofed off with him for weeks.
Ate lots of sushi and dressed up.
Ate some frog legs.
Finally made it back to College Town.
Finally decided I wanted to be in school.
Finally got another job.
Bought a lottery ticket for the heck of it.
Didn’t win, by the way.
Still pursuing my passions..
Still memorizing those 100 digits of pi.
Still reading Crime And Punishment
Still learning to swim and drive?
Still in school.
Still blogging. And arting. And doing stuff.
Here is to another year.
Hannah Banana’s New Weekly Schedule
5:30 A.M. Cross my fingers on being able to wake up. I mean it. I am one of those people who sleeps dead through eight alarms. My body wakes up when it wants to wake up. Need to wake up and mentally prepare for the day. Ha! As if… Need the coffee. Need to feel pretty and dolled up so I don’t want to crawl into a hole and die by the end of the day :( The extra makeup and attention on my hair plays a bigger role on my mood than it should, I guess. Plus, I need to, quite a bit, wake up in time to catch the bus a little after 7…so I can…go to class? The later bus always gets me to campus a few minutes later than I would wish upon any human being in a hurry. And I hate being hurried in the mornings. I actually loathe it, if there is such a thing. I’d rather enjoy my morning walks, listening to the little birds tweet tweet and sip my yummy nummy coffee rather than stumbling over and/or feeling like some lion is chasing me. Disgusting.
8:00 A.M. First class of a lovely day. Not so lovely. Every school/work day. Good news is, by this time, I am more of my chipper self. And talk/giggle/doodle/plan my wonderful budget/fiddle my feet when I probably shouldn’t.
Around 9-ish A.M. Second class. More alert, I think.
Then there’s errands for a half hour-ish.
Then work. Until 5, most days? Don’t mind it. Money security does more for happiness more than one would think. At the very least, it helps anxiety.
Then I go be me the rest of the night. You fill in the blanks.
It’s my bed time.