What a waste.

So, despite the last two blog posts telling you otherwise, I did not give up fried food, nor did I give up french fries for lent. I gave up facebook.

In reality, I gave up facebook roughly the same time as lent, with the intention being to go off it for a week. Then my other goals fell through, and I realized that giving up facebook would totally count. Plus more, because I'm way more addicted to facebook than I am to french fries.

It's been super hard. Super. Hard. I keep on thinking of awesome statuses that I want to post, or just statuses that I want to people to see and know about, even if they're not awesome. So, as to not be wasteful, I decided to post them here. Just imagine the "Hannah Grace" in front of every post.

My nephew just took some chocolate chips out of the cookie dough, smooshed them in his hand, and offered, "want these?" When I said, "no, i don't want those!" He said, "Okay, I guess I'll have them then." What a cutie.

can't believe she didn't know it was fake mustache day. This is the saddest day ever.

Could live in her hammock. If it didn't start snowing all the time.

loves spring!

learned how to use the internet in computer tech today. Thank Heavens for school.

just went to a jaw physical therapist that has her do exercises that make her look like the following things: a puffer fish, a monkey, the man from "The Scream," and the man in "the thinker"

really wants to post a facebook status right now.





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Life lately

You know what kind of ruins lent? When the next day, you totally forget your goal and eat 3 dollars worth of tater babies and chicken chunks (they were delicious, btw). So guess who changed their goal?? HANNAH! It is now just cutting out french fries (being more specific makes it easier to remember) and a few unsavory words from my vocabulary. And since I changed my goal, I have been doing great.

I don't understand why people say mean things, when they don't have to say mean things. In fact, they don't have to say anything. Real happening:
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H: Do you know what this restaurant has on the menu that isn't deep fat fried? All the chicken dishes I get are fried.
D: Why? (imagine it said in a really snarky, superior tone)
H: I gave up fried food for lent, and I'm trying to decide what to get.
D: Oh, so what, you're Catholic now? (seriously snarky guys, imagine as much snark as you can.)
H: You don't have to be Catholic to observe lent.
D: Whatever. Lent. That's dumb. Shmoo shmoo shmoo shmoo I'm a huge jerk.

Okay, so maybe that last part wasn't a direct quote, but you get what I'm saying. Seriously. I wasn't asking his opinion of me observing lent, I was simply asking him a menu-related question (that he failed to answer, btw). I guess any opportunity to talk is an opportunity to be a huge jerk, for him.

I used to think he was awesome, too. What a sense of disillusionment.

Anyway, in other news, I saw the Scarlet Pimpernel at my school 4 times because I have a life and stop judging me. I also finished my stand up comedy act for the school talent show, and have been practicing for my audition this Friday. Otherwise, I'm just preparing for life at the BYU.



Pictured: Me and a freedom rider at the Sundance Film Festival last year. They made an amazing documentary, and I got to meet him! He was there! F'realz! So cool.

Lent

One lent I want to give up lentils, just for the fun word play.

Last year I gave up french fries, and I was quite successful. This year I'm taking it a step further. I am giving up...wait for it...drumroll, please...

All Deep Fried Food!

including but not limited to:

French Fries
Chicken Nuggets/fried chicken
Donuts
And, even though I've never eaten these in my life, fried pickles.

I guess this means no more fry parties for a while. Woo. Wish me luck.

Also, I uploaded all of the photos from my old memory card onto the computer, so the next few posts will have an extra special fun blast-from-the-past photo at the end! Whoopee!


Me and Lilaroo in fall of 2009. What a cutie. We were laying on my hammock the other day (for the brief period it wasn't covered in snow) and she said to me, "Hammocks are the best thing. They're like swings, only cozier."

True dat. True dat.