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I moved!

In A few of my favorite things on December 24, 2010 at 10:24 pm

I’ve finally decided to switch from WordPress to Tumblr. I’ve moved all my posts from this blog onto that one so all my internet history is in one place. Is it weird that I feel like I’m filing for divorce?

Click HERE to check out my new site.

Love,

Hannah

 

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Spotted: Tim Gunn at the Mall

In A few of my favorite things, I Laugh in Your General Direction, Living inside my TV on December 11, 2010 at 8:07 pm

And looking fab, I might add–but when isn’t he?

I’ve been incredibly late to post this–but I saw Tim Gunn in the flesh. So I figure that’s pretty cool.

Tim made an appearance in Troy, MI several weekends ago for a fashion show at Somerset Mall, and according to the promotional poster, “tips on how to make it work for fall.” Here, he shows us how to create two different looks out of the same military jacket. Brilliant.

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Rant.

In A few of my favorite things on December 7, 2010 at 1:35 am

Emergency post. Alright, not really, that just means I didn’t edit this at all and I’m really pissed and need an outlet that’s not Facebook because Dale Carnegie said no one wants to hear you complain. So I’ll complain here, to those who choose to listen.

I just checked my APUSH grade, which has gone down four per cent because of a test that I thought I did well on. Probably one of the most frustrating emotions, I’m sure others can sympathize with, yes? I am absolutely busting my ass in my AP U.S. History class. I lose all kinds of sleep over it, I take fifteen pages (not an exaggeration) of notes for every single chapter, I drank three cups of coffee and read aloud to myself each of the three chapters until the wee hours of the morning to prepare for my last test, made several timelines that covered the Antebellum period (because it apparently it never actually FETCHING ends) and NONE of this is translating to my grade.

Someone just told me that I shouldn’t feel entitled to certain grades just because I study. Bullshit. I don’t just study, I overstudy. I would like a little credit for the fact that I am killing myself over this class. And now I sound like Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada at the part where Nigel tells her to suck it up and that she’s fat.

But this class is not Miranda Priestly. Miranda Priestly has a magazine to put together every single month and if she wasn’t a hardass, nothing would get done. I respect that. However, whether or not my APUSH teacher chooses to make my life a living hell, the only person it will affect is me. Whether to grade my essays as if I’m majoring in Document-Based Essays and minoring in Mind-Reading at Princeton University, or whether to grade them as if I am an AP student putting absolutely everything into this class, is his choice.

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‘Tis the Season for General Chaos

In Great Decisions My Parents Make, I Laugh in Your General Direction on December 5, 2010 at 5:48 am

In light of the Christmas spirit, my dad has been pounding on various hard surfaces and swearing inbetween his teeth for the past two weeks, as he has been reigniting a flame from his childhood by building a miniature train set.

It’s quite involved. The buildings light up, there are tiny little people and trees, even gravel streets. I assume this town is industrializing with the use of its own raw materials, as there is a giant freight train that otherwise circumvents it for no particular reason.

But his brand new engine continues to lose the cars it’s pulling, and occasionally my cat hops onto the structure, causing the engine to fall off the tracks (“Why do we even have any god damn animals?!”), which is apparently unfixable and results in him taking the Lord’s name in vain at great length. And at Christmas! Tsk, tsk.

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How to Effectively Judge People

In A few of my favorite things, Coffee, Just not a fan, Living inside my TV on December 5, 2010 at 3:17 am

Alright, another coffee/TV post? Does she ever shut up about that?

Okay, just hear me out. This time it actually involves interacting with others and having a life, I promise. Unless you count watching 30 Rock on Netflix by myself. What? I know you’ve done it.

Lately, I have observed that I form my opinions about people largely based on their affinity for coffee and 30 Rock. But the judging isn’t intentional, nor is it absolute. I just realize that people who can both handle a coffee and quote Tina get on my good side rather quickly.

There are some exceptions, though.

If you have the guts to admit that you’d take a nice Caramel Apple Cider (Keenan Noyes) over a cappuccino, I respect that. I only have a problem when someone claims they’re a “coffee person” and then shows me he or she clearly has no business being in a Starbucks.

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What I’m Thankful For

In A few of my favorite things, Coffee, Living inside my TV on November 25, 2010 at 11:30 pm

Happy Thanksgiving!

We know all too well that the Pilgrims were not nearly thankful enough for the Native Americans’ assistance, but for some reason that has never tarnished the meaning of this holiday. In light of that, I would like to contribute my own list of things I’m thankful for.

  • My family’s sense of humor.

    The staff of my school newspaper last year

  • A healthy body
  • Tobias Fünke
  • Anyone who makes me laugh
  • The teachers and mentors who have shaped my education and way of thinking: Meg Thomas, Judith Roof, Al Massey, and Laura Ross.

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***CRAIGSLIST MARKETING 101***

In A few of my favorite things, Being sassy, Great Decisions My Parents Make, I Laugh in Your General Direction, Just not a fan, Peeves on November 25, 2010 at 3:15 pm

This morning I daringly decided to peruse the online marketplace for potential contenders to replace my former vehicle.

I say “daringly” because the subject of purchasing a new car is touchy with my parents. About three months ago after an argument that included, but was not limited to yelling, fist pounding, and four-letter words, my dad said it would be a “couple” months until we would be in the market for a car again.

If we’re adhering to the true definition of a “couple,” then it should be high time to hit Mike’s Discount Car Corral. But, then again, he very likely could have meant a “couple,” like, “I’m going to have a couple mini-donuts,” which always means around seven.

And by the way that he flatly answered my prodding questions of, “Do you think a Jeep Wrangler would be safe enough?” and, “Doesn’t $6000 sound like too much for a ’98 Jetta?” I’m thinking the number of months it will take to earn back my freedom is closer to the average mini-donut intake.

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Is it a truck? Is it a car? I’m not really sure.

In A few of my favorite things, Being sassy, I Laugh in Your General Direction, Wish List on November 7, 2010 at 3:22 am

Alright, super short post, but it has to be said. Forget BMW 3-series convertible, I have a new dream car. It’s functional, it’s fashionable; it’s the Subaru Brat.

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Are YOU an American Girl?

In I Laugh in Your General Direction, Just not a fan on October 30, 2010 at 7:03 pm

If you are part of my generation, were brought up in a middle to upper economic class, and are a girl, chances are you owned anywhere between one and eleven American Girl dolls.

I went through a hardcore AG phase from ages 6-12. My first doll, Samantha, was part of the Historical Characters doll collection, so she came with a series of chapter books about life in her time period.

Samantha, an incredibly wealthy white girl from 1904 (friends with Nelly who is nine and works in a New York City factory with the rest of her Irish immigrant family), has since been replaced by a more ethnically-diverse Rebecca, a Russian immigrant from 1914, who is somehow just as rich as Samantha. Though, my mom suggests she might be Jewish.

Then I got Felicity, who was from the Revolutionary War period, along with her horse that I renamed Apple (I think because horses like apples. I was an incredibly innovative child) who came with a saddle, saddle pad, stirrups, reigns, and a water bucket.

Felicity and Samantha became fast friends, no matter that their lifetimes were separated by 200 years. They fought a little for my attention, if I remember correctly. It was difficult for all of us when Samantha was sent to the American Girl Doll Hospital after my chinchilla chewed the fingers on her right hand to little jagged stubs. She came back with a “Get Well Soon” balloon and a hospital gown.

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Musique française

In A few of my favorite things, I Laugh in Your General Direction, I want to go to there., Musique, Wish List on October 30, 2010 at 4:41 am

Another thing to add to the list of things I prefer to be French–among people, pastries, accents, and toast–is music.

Just recently, I downloaded a few new favorites that I’ve been jamming out to this week, and in the process, have realized just how much I adore French music. I think I’ve successfully analyzed the reasons why.

  1. Quite honestly, it makes me feel cultured and edgy, which I will admit.
  2. It puts me in a good mood when I can pick out a word or phrase that, after my five years of studying French, I can actually understand.
  3. I love the language; plain and simple.

So, here’s a collection of both French and barely-French songs I have either accumulated over the  years or recently discovered. Enjoy.

Sting, “Perfect Love… Gone Wrong”

This is not a true, French piece of music, but it features French rap, and it’s what started my obsession. I recently unearthed a copy of Sting’s old album, popped it into my old-school boombox, and rocked out to some sophisticated jazzy-Algerian beats for a good week.

This brought back a lot of memories. I first heard it at age five, when my mom bought the CD, and then heard it again repeatedly on a loop for about three years. More than once, she excitedly informed me that, “there is a female French rapper in this song, Hannah Grace. How cool is that?!” She also informed me that she would leave my father for Sting, if given the opportunity, but I suppose that’s beside the point.

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