A Summer Morning in the Life of Hannah

10:34 am: Wake up, look at clock *sigh* well so much for enjoying the morning...
10:40 am: I will only read one page of this book then I will go shower and do other productive things!
11:14 am: That was definitely more than one page...
11:25 am: Begin boiling water, shuck corn.
11:40 am: Attept to continue reading book while eating buttery corn on the cob with both hands. Hmm this is somewhat difficult. Oh well.
12:00 pm: I should really get in the shower.
12:05 pm: Commence reading book.
12:10 pm: Text Shelby - "Hey do you want to come over and play video games later?"
12:17 pm: Now how did I get here... on my blog. Really Hannah?!

This is why I love summer.

This is also why I dislike summer.

Yes, life is truly great when you can sleep in as long as wish, and then when you do finally wake up you realize you have no pressing engagements for the day and so are therefore free to do whatever you want the whole day. I mean come on - "Do you want to come over and play video games later?", did I honestly just text that? Haha. Oh yeah.

and

No, life is definitely not great when you waste away a perfectly good morning sleeping in way too long, and then continue to waste it away being slothful and laying under your covers with morning breath and disheveled bed hair reading a book. Then eating corn on the cob for breakfast. And then making plans to play video games later.

I can't decide whether that's awesome or horrible.

Truthfully right now I'm leaning more toward awesome. In all fairness I feel slightly justified since I have to wake up at 6 am 3-4 days a week to work.

But still.

I've continually vowed that I "Will wake up at 9 each morning! And exercise! And eat healthy! And then save a stranded kitten in a tree! And help grandma cross the road!"

Perhaps I exaggerate a bit. In fact I have no plans to save stranded kittens.

Or save the world.

Never have had that desire. Does that make me ignoble? That I have never really felt the desire to change the world? To be honest I'm quite content living my life and eating my corn on the cob. All I really need to feel satisfied is to simply do the best that I can do each day and to help those close around me to maybe feel a little happier.

I have some pretty simple dreams.

-Marry some dangerously handsome man and spend eternity with him
-Have children and raise them up right. Teach them about honor and responsibility and kindness and what not
-Become a dang good cook. I want my children to be able to boast about how their mother bakes "The best cookies this side of the Mississippi!"
-Visit the Bayou
-Have a nice little house with white siding and blue shutters and bright, beautiful, pink flowers hanging from baskets all around the porch. Or perhaps just a pink house with white shutters and yellow flowers... either way.
-Be kind and patient and serve others every day.
-Be obediant, faithful, and follow the Lord's commandments all the days of my life. Remain temple worthy.
-Graduate college
-Eventually ride in a motorcycle sidecar

That's all I really want.

I have no idea how we got from me wasting my mornings down to this, but let it be known that from this point forward I will wake up each morning at 9 am or earlier!

Even though we ain't got money.

I'm so in love with ya, honey.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Why yes, I am a sucker for love.

Home Sweet Home

I went on a week long trip to St. George and Disneyland with my best friend, mom, sister, aunt and two of my little cousins. It was way fun, here are some of the highlights:

- Playing "My Team" with Shelby, and being sorely disappointed by the lack of attractive men at Disneyland (maybe that wasn't a highlight...)
- Eating at the Blue Bayou, a beautiful little restaurant on the banks of the Pirates of the Caribbean bayou, listening to the soft sounds of banjo music, and gazing up at the paper lanterns above in the sky. And then paying 75$ for it.
- Being asked for our numbers by a strange car of possibly intoxicated men at a stop light.
- Wearing a 'Sheriff Hannah' badge around Frontierland, only to be told by Shelby that "the sheriff is never taken seriously". Whatever.
- World of Color!! Amazing show. The world is a carousel of color...
- Receiving a phone call from an old friend.
- Laughing. I remember laughing a lot, although I forget at what. Mostly just Shelby being weird I think.
- Nielsen's Custard. Delicious.
- Getting "Dynamite" on the Kiss-o-Meter. Haha, look out boys.
- Just Disneyland in general.

But after being stuck in a car for the last ten hours with three other people who haven't showered for over two days, including myself, (literally, the stink was awful) I have to say that I'm glad to be home at last!

I will post pictures later.

What a Waste

There are two things in my life that I find to be a complete waste of time, but are necessary to do.

1. Going to the bathroom

2. Checking my e-mails

Technically I could get away with not checking my e-mails, but since the only way BYU-I seems to be able to contact me about crucial college information is by e-mail, it's not exactly something I can avoid right now. I have like 126 unread messages. Most all from Facebook, I don't really feel like fishing through those to find important messages. Oh life.

I've mentioned previously that I find peeing to be a time waster as well. I could save so much time if I could just skip that all together. Do you think it's possible to have ones bladder removed? I think that might only create more problems for me though, and I would end up wasting time in a hospital. Rather than at home on a toilet. To be honest I much prefer the toilet.

HAhaha I just realized something. Going to the bathroom you are eliminating waste, haha. And I think it's a waste of time. Hahahahah. Holy cow I find that to be ridiculously hilarious at the moment.

Ok bad joke.

It's 1:39 am. I need to go to bed.

Truck Broke Down at the Side of the Road

Today, Cassady and I decided we would like to go to the Draper Temple. We hopped into my '99 Dodge Ram pick up with 256,000+ miles on it and headed up Sun Crest. It wasn't until my brakes went out and we could smell the overpowering stench of burning car parts that we realized we were in trouble. Mind you the brakes on the piece of junk I drive have gone out before, so, in reality, I wasn't all too shocked. We clearly were not going to slow down in time to make the turn we needed to so we drove onward!! Eventually I was able to pull off into some random neighborhood, put the E-Brake on and called mother. Mother said that she would call grandpa who is genius with these things, but grandpa doesn't have a cell phone and was out and about the town.

Then we just decided what the heck and walked the next two miles to the Draper Temple. Which was lovely.

Two hours later we find ourselves sitting on a road barrier next to a stop sign, waiting for my grandparents to come bail us out of what I like to call a minor 'detour'.

My grandpa who is old and wise and has a plethora of knowledge when it comes to cars hopped in my truck, put it 1st gear, and coasted behind us down Sun Crest. Which is like a death hill. Me and my bro ride our bikes down it for fun, and basically you can get going 40mph (on bicycle) with no brakes, and pray that you don't get speed wobble. It's way fun. However, driving down it in a car, you need brakes. It's certainly not ideal to not have them. Luckily in 1st gear you can keep yourself slow enough without using them, which I wasn't aware of before the mishap.

And we and the truck got home in safety.

In conclusion I really need to marry a man who knows how to fix cars, because honestly I find myself broken down all the time on the side of the road with that big green truck of mine, and if it weren't for my grand daddy I sure as heck have no idea how I'd get anywhere. I'd probably be really good friends with the tow truck man and I'd also probably be really poor due to repair costs.

So dear future husband, you better be a grease monkey. Because if you're some pansie who doesn't know how to get his hands dirty underneath the hood of a car --

No Deal.

Baked Goods Are My Downfall

So I went running today.

Does the fact that I ate three chocolate chip cookies and at least fifteen otterpops after that cancel it out?

Probably. Who cares? I love cookies.

How soft the cookie is, determines how good the cookie is. The cookie ain't soft, the cookie ain't no good.

In other news I officially drove all the way around the lake. A feat I had not yet before accomplished. Cassady and I decided after our run to go on an adventure, and that turned into the two hour drive from Saratoga Springs, all the way around the lake and back to AF. It was awesome. We brought an entire box of otter pops which is why I ate like fifteen, no joke. Then after that we made cookies, jumped on the couch with a bunch of blankets and watched a chick flick.

Also I am going to Disneyland in like.. 1 day. YES.

Counting Sheep

I am quite tired and not at all sure what it is I'd like to write about right now.

I've only slept a total of 7 hours in the past two days. The bags under my eyes have sunken down to be level with my lips. Gahhh I am a beast. Did you know that there are some people who actually have a disorder that prevents them from sleeping? It's called like... fatal insomnia disease or something. Hold on let me google it.....

Ok it's called Fatal Familial Insominia. Basically what happens is eventually your body loses its ability to sleep. So you don't-sleep-to-death. If that makes any sense. That would be a super sucky way to go. I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that you can only go like ten days without sleep until you die. You are a zombie by the end of it.

Also I heard that if you can fall asleep within less than five minutes that is a sign that you are sleep deprived. Normal people should fall asleep from 10 to 15. I must be really sleep deprived then because as soon as my head hits the pillows I'm out cold!

Dang I'm super tired and also kind of sick of parties. Well, not so much sick of the parties then being sick of not getting any sleep because of the parties.

I realized something the other day that is going to be bad for my college experience. I am a person that really needs my alone time. I love being by myself. Actually I love being with people too, but I also love my time with myself. Like at least an hour or two a day. I really appreciate that hour or two I get to spend locked up in my room where there is peace and quiet and I am left alone to read or listen to my ipod or do whatever the heck it is I want to do. In college I am basically never going to have an alone moment. That's ok though, I will make do. College is going to be super great.

Tomorrow I graduate! I am excited and very much ready to move on. Sure, there will be aspects of high school that I will miss. Mostly just the social scene, and maybe the 50 cent cookies in the lunch room and book depository lady, but for the most part, and I am celebrating its conclusion! High school was great. I learned a lot of valuable life lessons I could not have learned elsewhere and for that I am forever grateful. I would not trade my experience at AFHS for anything in the world. Sure I made some crappy decisions sometimes, maybe embarrassed myself a time or two, but had I not done that I wouldn't have learned a darn thing!

I love our Dear Old AF High. I am a 4th generation graduate! My great grandparents, my grandparents, my parents, and now I shall graduate from there. I am so proud. Proud to be a Caveman. My children will surely be forced to go there as well.

Anyway, I desperately need to hit the sack. I am in dire need of some shut eye.

Nighty night.