Stupid heroes and their stupid complexes.

I've noticed something lately. Something that bugs me. And what else are blogs for if not noting things that bug me.

Guys tend to have these stupid hero complexes. Whenever they have a villain out to get them, they feel like suddenly the girl they love is in danger. Understandable. But they, for whatever reason, think breaking up with the girl they love is going to solve something. IT ISN'T.

Even if you're not together, it's quite obvious you love her. Take Peter Parker for example.



He isn't even going out with MJ when the green goblin kidnaps her. He's loved her his whole life, and when she finally reciprocates his feelings he tells her no because she wouldn't be safe. HELLO? She wasn't safe anyway!! She still won't be safe because everyone knows you'd do anything to protect her. Who are you trying to kid?

And Harry Potter.



Voldemort takes Ginny to the Chamber of Secrets in book 2. Harry didn't even love her then. Then in book 6 Harry is truly happy for the first time in ages, then when Dumbledore dies he breaks up with her like that is going to solve something. Does he think Voldy is an idiot? He's still going to go after her! Doesn't he realize it's a tad suspicious that he breaks up with a girl right before dedicating his life to fighting Voldemort? Breaking up with her won't. help. anything!

Even in Twilight!



Edward leaves Bella because blah blah blah she's not safe with him. In this case the leading lady is a freaking baby and falls apart and ruins her own life (unlike Ginny, who sucks it up even though she loves Harry.) She shouldn't have to. There has got to be a different solution.

I don't know. This is kind of a weird thing to be annoyed with, but it has always just perplexed me. Why do the heroes think they can never love? It's silly. Just silly.

My face

See this?
This is my face.
Please say things to it.
I'm open. I'll listen to what you have to say.
If you haven't got all the facts? I'll tell you the truth.
If you are annoyed with something I'm doing? I'll evaluate it and do my best to change.
There's no need to go to any other person, place, or thing to talk about me.
I'm here.
I enjoy talking to people.
Just talk to me.

Summer Scholars: the camp for "nnn...smart people."

(Thanks to the girl from the modern dance camp I met in the cannon center for the title. That is a direct quote from her after I explained what camp I was there for. I probably shouldn't be proud of it, but whatever.)

Oh my goodness, SO much to tell! This past week I was able to go to Summer Scholars, a camp at BYU that gives you a feel for the BYU experience by emersing you in it. I went in the engineering field (ha. I know. Anyone who knows me would laugh out loud at that, but it was actually incredibly fun and I learned tons). We did a lot of interesting things like...

Visited and learned about the IPP Power plant








That is an ear plug dispenser. You just crank it and ear plugs come out. I know what I'm adding to my birthday list this year!!

We also got to go to a river and learn about Utah Lake's endangered June Sucker Fish. We learned about all the conditions required for the species' survival, then promptly took the perfectly sized and smoothed rocks needed for offspring growth out of the river so we could show everyone back at camp. Odd, but the professor told me to, so whatever.






Then we went back to the lab to practice designing a habitat the June Suckers could survive in. The current had to be strong enough to bring the baby fish back once they hatched, but not too strong, so the suckers could swim upstream in the first place. There had to be plenty of rocks the right size for the eggs to hide under, but they couldn't be too muddy or the babies would sufficate. It's a pretty tricky balance. One a couple of groups of high school kids couldn't get a hang of. Not in one day, at least.











I was super helpful in designing it, obviously.

We also got to try our hands at traffic engineering, where we may or may not have stalked pedestrians through the traffic cameras.




We also counted cars with this fancy schmancy counting machine. It was cool, we got to determine what the speed limit should be on a certain street. I also learned the secret for how to get green arrows at a stop light.



This guy's shirt was hilarious. I hope my parents are reading this, because this post drops many hints about what I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY.



Classes were great, but even better were the activities afterwards. Every day brought something new.

Monday...


There was a hilarious fireside, followed by



Hilarious, yet awkward, games.

Tuesday we went to the water park 7 peaks, which I didn't get any pictures of for obvious reasons: It was a water aprk. Afterward we had a pajama party-movie night. We watched Up, which I had never seen before. You may or may not know this, but I get WAY into movies. This entails gasping, laughing, crying, and some yelling, all at uncontrollable volumes. I feel badly, because the guy next to me, who I had never met, took the brunt of this. At some points he would laugh at me, or whisper "they're going to be fine," but at one point I caught him plugging his ears. Since he had seen this movie before, and I hadn't, I followed suit. "Is something loud about to happen?" I whispered. He just looked at me. "Oh, am I the loud thing that's going to happen?" He nodded. Sigh. I'm a loud person. One gets used to it, I guess.

Wednesday, we took a trip to temple square. It's sad that I was just as unfamiliar with it as those visiting from Florida and Hawaii. Note to self: visit temple square more often.







Thursday was our talent show. I was going to clog, but we couldn't get ahold of something for me to clog on, and we didn't want my shoes to damage the floor of a building built in 1911. So, being the fast thinker I am, I changed my talent. It was quite entertaining, if I do say so myself. Click the link, if you want to see just how awesome a person can be



Friday we had a closing banquet, and a killer dance. I mean killer literally, because about half of my big toe came off while dancing. Don't worry, though, I continued to party it up, despite my injury.







Afterwards, on the last night, a bunch of us stayed up until 3:30 in my dorm, talking about everything from emberassing pranks (never let anyone convince you to weave your hands into a volleyball net) to boys (both cartoon and real).




SO FUN! But the best, best, BEST part of camp: The great friends I made.












I'll miss you guys! Summer Scholars rocks my world!

And how much did you pay for that rock and roll t-shirt that proves you were there, that you heard of them first?

Oh, Cake.
I did not buy their t-shirt for several reasons:
1) The only size they had left was 2XL
2) 20 bucks is a lot of bucks, especially after a $35 concert. Good thing I wasn't drinking (like everyone else) or I'd have to factor in another...oh...$30.
3) I can't even pretend I've heard of them first, because that song itself was written when I was one year old.

Even so, I DO love their music, so I went to the concert. I went with this chick right here, Amelia Bedelia (only less stupid).



It was a blast! We danced the night away, unlike most people around us who were busy being drunk (even when pregnant, as the lady right in front of us was), spilling beer on us, and dancing with their what-might-be-boyfriend-but-probably-isn't. This was us during intermission.


(low quality picture)

The concert itself was fun, and I loveeeed being able to sing and dance along with John McCrea. I just wish other people weren't such grossos.




That is a picture of what everyone there looked like: a beer in each hand.




That is me before the concert, the smell of cigarette smoke making me want to vomit.





That is a picture of a portion of the mondo crowd that was there. We got pretty awesome seats, It was great. I didn't take any pictures of the band though, because we were told to turn off our phones and cameras. Most people didn't follow that rule. I did. Woo, me.

Some of my favorite songs were: Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell; Rock and Roll lifestyle; Mexico; and Short skirt, long jacket. John McCrea is SO funny, it was really unexpected. So were the constant sing-offs that tried to get us angry. I dug it, though.

Afterwards Amelia and I went to this supa-white place called Lunaberry. They sell froyo and crepes. I had a crepe with strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and dark chocolate. Amelia had one with cranberries and turkey and, if I remember correctly, lettuce. . We shared a mango pineapple smoothie. It was pretty expensive, but super hip and WAY DELICIOUS.

Overall, it was a super great night. And I learned I never want to be drunk. It must be emberassing!

Why aren't I an adorable little child?

I was chilling with my next door neighbors yesterday, because being a teenager with friends your age is soo over rated. I was pushing Lily, age four, and her friend Megan, also age four, (If you added their ages together, I'd still be twice their age. I'M SO OOOLLLLDDD!) in my hammock.

"Beckham (her 5 year old other-side-next-door-neighbor.)has a hammock," Lily said dreamily.
"Oh, yeah? Does he let you swing in it?" I asked.
"Yeah. I have a crush on Beckham," she said, nonchalantly.
"Me, too," added Megan. "What's a crush? (pronounced twush)"

Awkwardly I tried to explain to a four year old what a crush was, saying, "It's when you like a boy more than any other boy..." But Lily just said, "It's when you think a boy is supercute. I have two crushes."
"On who?" I asked.
"Beckham," she said, impatiently.
"both crushes are on Beckham?" I asked. She nodded.
"I have five crushes on him," Megan added, holding up her five fingers.
"Well, I have 61 crushes on him."
"I have Two THOUSAND crushes on him."
"Me, too. I have two thousand crushes on him, too."

"You both have two thousand crushes on the same boy?" I asked, incredulously. They nodded. "What is so great about Beckham that the cutest girls on the street have two thousand crushes on him?" I asked, to which Lily replied.

"Hannah, have you SEEN him?"

Can't beat that logic. I guess I now have to re-assess my whole knowledge of crushes.

If you think summer is a bummer you are dumber than a plumber.

For all you plumbers out there, please don't take offense. I just thought that rhyme was awful clever, I did. Me talking like a hick? over.

I love summer SO much. I thought I loved spring the most. I was wrong. I love summer. My days have generally consisted of this:

Waking up at 9:40 (I don't have a bed time, but I have a wake up time.)
Feeding the Weed's cat.
Chilling.
Swimming.
Hanging out with friends.
Working on some form of something (online classes, act prep, summer projects, personal progress. Ya know.)
Eating.
Sleeping.
Loving life.

I need to get my camera fixed to I can start putting some pictures on this here blog. Seriously, though, Why am I talking like a hillbilly? It's time to go.

Me, my dad, and Alex Trebek

What's on your TiVo right now? Lost? The Office? Well, apparently I'm smarter than you, or will be soon, because lately me and my dad have been watching....



like all the time. I totally love it!

First of all, let me just say my dad is about the smartest person in the whole world. No joke. He is like play-at-home-jeopardy-champion-of-all-time! He'd be in the ToC for sure. But here's the other thing: I'm actually pretty good! You never really know how much knowledge (or lack thereof) you have up there until it's tested. There's nothing better than saying, "Oh! I just learned that in [insert class you used thought you retained nothing from here]!"

So, if you think you're smart, watch Jeopardy! First it will show you what an idiot you are. And then you'll learn all sorts of crazy stuff. Did you know Egypt and Ethiopia were two of the four free African countries before 1945? Both starting with the letter 'E'. Now you do. Thanks, Alex.