One month in one minute

Heh. Yeah. I only got to day 2. That has got to be a new record of fastest failure in the whole world. So I can feel good about myself for that.

I had every intention of posting sooner, really I did, but i got lazy, or my computer would bust, or I'd forget what I was going to say. So, I'm not going to even try to catch up with words. Here are some pictures from the last month that I didn't catch you up on. Feel free to salvage the story the best you can based on the pictures. Let me know what you think it is, it might be interesting.

Day 2: Someone you secretly think is cute.

Not so secret anymore for Hannah:

Dear Will from Teen Jeopardy,

Okay, so I've never actually met you. So the only things I know about you are that you are a smart, cute senior from South Carolina that is terribly awkward in camera interviews. So your last name is Dantzler. None of those things matter in love, Will. The way you knew every answer in the Twilight category doesn't even repulse me (although I was embarrassed for you). That's what love does to a person. It also leads them to googling your name and high school. It's not creepy, right? Not that I did it. Just, if a person happened to do it, it wouldn't be creepy. Okay, cool.

Forever yours,
Hannah Grace

PS/ I don't know what it is about Jeopardy Teen Tournament's boys.
There was Zach, The one that loves Geography. Or Gabe,

The Sci-fi novel nerd who wants to go to peru.

And then there was Corbin Bleu Gabriel, who looked like he was going to break into song at any moment.


So...why did all the girls have to be so...unlikeable? Seriously, I hated the winner. It's okay, though. One day I'll be on teen Jeopardy and change that.

Theft can be interesting sometimes.

I have some pictures I need to put up, but I'll do that later. Because this is interesting me now.

I didn't steal this from Erin's blog! That's absurd. But really I did, and it sounds awesome. You write a letter a day for 30 days. Readygo.

Dear Best Friend,
I seriously don't know what I would do without you. Whenever I'm sick of dealing with dumb people, I can just come talk to you, which is like talking to myself. Only better. You understand me better than anyone I know, and always know how to make me laugh. I love our traveling pants. I love our made up words, no matter how creepy they might be sometimes. I love not being crafty with you. In short, I love you.

Love,
Hannah Wing.
Day 1: Your best friend.
Day 2: Someone you secretly think is cute.
Day 3: Your parents.
Day 4: A sibling.
Day 5: Your dreams.
Day 6: A stranger.
Day 7: Your ex-love/crush
Day 8: Your favorite internet friend.
Day 9: Someone you wish you could meet.
Day 10: Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
Day 11: Someone who died.
Day 12: The person who has caused you the most pain in your life.
Day 13: Someone you wish would forgive you.
Day 14: Someone you have drifted away from.
Day 15: The person you miss the most.
Day 16: Someone that doesn’t live in your state/country.
Day 17: Someone from your childhood.
Day 18: The person that you wish you could be.
Day 19: Someone that pesters your mind (good or bad.)
Day 20: The person that broke your heart the hardest.
Day 21: Someone you judged by first impression.
Day 22: Someone you want to give a second chance to.
Day 23: Someone who makes you laugh really hard.
Day 24: The person that gave you your favorite memory.
Day 25: A person you know is going through hard times.
Day 26: The last person you made a pinky promise to.
Day 27: The friendliest person you only knew for a day.
Day 28: Someone that changed your life.
Day 29: The person that you want to tell everything to.
Day 30: Your reflection in the mirror.

August scares me.

Am I writing this because I was sick at looking at the last blog post I wrote for so long?

Maybe.

But also because I'm stressing out and I need an outlet. It is now August. Do you know what month school starts? August. I still have to do 2 summer projects. I still have to finish the 2nd term of health. I still have to finish being a child and hurry and shove all my youth into the next 19 days. Because then I'll be a senior. Then I'll be in college. Then summer doesn't even really exist. It's just a hot time of year. Which makes me scared. And want to cry a little.

But, as 30 rock and I like to say, "that's later. Maybe I'll be dead by then."

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!