Rantapalooza!

(disclaimer: Usually I'm against diary entry blog posts, but I'm in the mood. Don't read if you don't want to be whined at. I'll try to keep it minimal and to the point, and I won't have these kinds of posts often. Promise. Oh, and Stay tuned for a major picture dump. I've got tons to blog about, just haven't had the time!)

I'm growing very tired of a certain type of people.

You all know the type.

The type that somehow manage to make you feel incredibly bad about yourself by putting THEMSELVES down. Or, they think because they're passive about it, it doesn't hurt as much. That's a common misconception. Passive comments are just as bully-ish as being downright mean to someone's face. At least that person has the courage to tell you how they really feel.

I hate being treated like the villain all the time. (Now I know how Voldy feels, except not at all.) Everyone has things going on in their life that make it difficult, and everyone has different coping mechanisms. I get that. Some people don't. Some people only get it about themselves. They can have their coping mechanisms but no one else can. I don't like that.

I don't like it when my friends talk about how they are losers and don't have any friends. If they don't have any friends, what the heck am I?? I don't feel like I'm a loser, but if my friends think they are, then I must be, right?

I don't like it when people expect me to put all of the effort into the relationship. No one likes making the effort. That isn't fun for anyone. But it has to be done. By both people. Or else it just isn't going to work.

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.