"Why I've Been So Quiet Sort of" a brief essay on how I'm weird.

Hey Internet! Do want to know one of my charming little quirks? Sometimes when I start having a lot going on, or maybe not enough going on, or maybe not really that much going on but oh boy the things that are going, are GOING if you know what I mean, (How could you possibly?), I get a little anxious. But thats not so much a quirk as it is humanity. See, when I get into one of these anxious spells I sort of start fearing the sound of my cell phone. Because, what if it is someone who wants me to do something? Like talk? About my day? So I start "accidentally" leaving my phone at home, or forgetting to charge it, or playing music really really loud so I just can't hear it if my phone goes off. Which is the perfect plan of course except for a little thing called voice mail. And once those start piling up my phobia increases exponentially. Because, now not only do I have to listen to what people wanted to tell me, but I'm going to have to call them back! So instead of doing what a normal person would, I just let the voice mail pile up for several days before I even check to see how many I have. Adorable huh?
Email's worse. With email I'll see that I have like five messages, and I think, oh man I just do not have the STRENGTH to look at these right now, I'll deal with them tomorrow. By which I mean next week. At which point the number has jumped to thirty. Thirty??? No way I can deal with thirty messages, I'd only prepped myself for five! Better leave it for a day or twenty. At which point the emails are in the seventies. Seventies!!! No time for that today no sir! I'll deal with it this weekend. (haha)
When I finally come out of one of these downward spirals and force myself to face the situation it is usually grim. More than a hundred emails and usually several unchecked voice mails. Usually I just delete everything and figure that if it were really important I probably would have been gotten a hold of somehow. I must say, there is a deep satisfaction that comes from clicking that "delete all" button. Occasionally the situation has gotten out of hand (uh, you know, MORE SO) and I've had to abandon email addresses altogether. Anyone still trying to get ahold of me via my hotmail address? You should probably know I'm pretty sure I haven't checked it since 2006. The UCLA email account? Left for dead late 2007. To be honest the best way to get a hold of me is probably to hide in the bushes outside my house. Where I'll be delighted to see you! Except if you're a stalker. In which case please wait respectfully across the street. (If you know me in real life this is kind of old news and you already wait in my bushes if you want to see me, and/or have given me up as a friend because HELLO! Phone Jerk!)
In my most recent February induced funk, (By the way, remind me to rant sometime about how much I DO NOT LIKE FEBRUARY!) I found that this annoying habit of mine extended into blogs! I kept wanting to comment on other people's blogs (Book Recommendations! Friday Fluff! Wednesday Giggles!), but I hadn't updated my blog in forever! Better not I told myself because then people will know I've been online! But I figured if I just stayed quiet people might think I had lost my computer or something. And then they would feel bad for me and still want to be my friend!
Which brings me to the point of this weird and rambly post, because...Guess what??? I found my computer! And also it's March which is way better for blogging anyway.

Oh yeah, remember how I have a BLOG???

I bet I have all kinds of important things to tell you about including but not limited to: creative employment, plans for summer, long lost sisters and my ADDICTION to mint three musketeers! But instead let me tell you a story called "How That One Time When I Went to Pick Up My Sister At Lunch Today My Car Rolled Over and Played Dead!" It begins with me going to pick up my sister at lunch today, but stay tuned because there is a surprise ending.

The Many Adventures of Hannah Solo

Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away there lived a couple of witty and well coiffed smugglers enjoying the good life.


Then one day out of the blue they met an angsty young lad who was struggling to understand his new powers, and who needed help to rescue a girl he'd never met but who interestingly enough he'll end up being related too.

"I don't know kid, the last thing We need right now is more trouble. We've got enough troubles between the Empire, Jabba, and trying to keep this healthy bounce and shine. " Han told the Young Lad, tossing his hair.

"Yeah man, no way!" Glared Hannah with her trusty pal Chewbacca.


"Gee, Hannah Solo. What a commanding presence you have. You have beautiful eye makeup, and I like your cool blaster" commented the Young Lad to bashfully. "If not a rescue mission, will you at least join me for a romantic dinner?" he asked, quickly gelling his hair.

"Oh, Alright!" agreed Hannah, and away they went!


The End.



(I don't know why I kept my hair in a pony tail for this whole shoot but I promise I have a cute haircut. I also appear to have what they call in some circles: "too much time on my hands")

Ten Things That Made Me Happy In The Last Weekend

1) Getting my hair cut.
2) Watching the most recent episode of Project Runway on my cousin's tivo.
3) Getting to see Captain Sparklepants before her Americorp departure.
4) Having my hip abduction brace mistaken for a trendy belt.
5) Having my hip abduction brace mistaken for a Han Solo tribute.
6) New clothes.
7) Pedicures with Emily. I got my done with black polish, because I'm edgy now. You should see my bangs.
8) Going to Yoku Yoku, the best frozen yogurt in all the land! (At least in West LA anyway.)
9) Discovering the joys of Guitarhero. (Um, I don't want to get mad at anyone here, but WHY did nobody introduce me to Guitarhero before this? I think I might have found my life's calling.)
10) Seriously folks, Han Solo. Awesome.

Thoughts on the Draft

AARON: Man...it sucks that I can get drafted just cause I'm a guy.
DAD: Could be worse, you could have to go to relief society.
ME: Whatever, relief society is awesome, we get treats.
DAD: Yes but what you don't know is that in Elders Quorum we all sneak out and smoke cigars at the end.
AARON: Yeah, but its cool, they're caffeine free.

Thinking

About time we got that last post of the top eh? Other than my brief visit to the land of the food intolerant, I've been having a simply lovely convalescence. I thought I was going to blog all the time while I was stuck in bed, I thought I would have nothing to do except fill the internets will my pearls of wisdom. But instead my life got weirdly busy. A huge part of it was my fantastic friends who came around to keep me company. I think they must have set up a schedule: "Ok, I'll go on Monday and laugh at her bionic woman jokes and you go Tuesday and pretend you think her brace looks sporty too!" which was quite awesome. On top of that they kept leaving me with stuff to do. I'll tell you right now...need new books to read? Craving something good to eat? Perhaps you've noticed a lack of flowers in your life? GET INJURED! People are way nice to you when you're an invalid. Or maybe I should say more specifically that MY people are way nice to you when you're an invalid. Seriously though, I'm set for books until March I think. Good times.

Besides those delightful distractions I had other things to attend to. Life continues to go on even when your in the middle of a sick day. Or month. I have all these Life Decisions to make. You know. The capitalized kind. The kind that really determine your future and junk. Which is actually probably the real reason I haven't been writing much, now and before. I've been in this weird period of limbo since I graduated college where twice the plans I made ended up falling through at the last second. And while I don't necessarily feel bad about the way things went in either case, it doesn't change the fact that I'm still at square one. I still have to decide what I'm going to do this year, and for the rest of my life for that matter. I'm a girl who likes having a plan, and I feel weird that I don't have one fully formed right now.

Liz has me inspired at the moment, with her Year Of Living the Ideal Life. I guess my goal for the moment is to figure out what exactly my dream is that I need to be living. Girl band maybe? Who knows?

Gross

Dear Stomach bug,

Seriously? Right now? I'm not saying there's necessarily a good time to loose the ability to consume food, stand up or roll over with out projectile vomiting...but when you are already on crutches, are unable to kneel over the toilet bowl and must wear a complicated brace with a piece that goes right over your stomach seems like a particularly bad time. Go away. I hate you.

Incapacitatedly yours,

Hannah