black and white

life altering update

i have offically made it to level 13 in tetris. bringing it to a whole nutha level.

p.s i really like this colour scheme, kind of spring-ish.
i shall utilize it again.

radio board operator.

 When I say, " i gotta work this weekend" I patiently and anxiously wait for the person i'm conversing with to say "oh, where do you work?" Then i nonchalantly  and brazenly say..."just the RADIO STATION" nbd.
The best part is when i get this glow of coolness that radiates towards them as their envy and intrigue grows.


Unfortunately, it actually is no big deal. I don't announce the dramatic occurances in Timmins, like when there's a shootout (what are we in a Western, that doesn't happen hannah.) or a building burns down and teveryone is clinging ont my every word if the two baby kittens made it out alive. No cheeky talk show about relationships and dating with advice provided by Eharmony or rocking the airwaves with DJ requests dedicated to teenagers' boyfriends and girlfriends whom they'll probably break up with ina couple months...but for the time being their infatuation is evoking fantasys of a walk down the aisle and a small home in the country with 3.5 children. No, my job is not cool at all. I press two buttons every 15.7 minutes to make sure the actual cool people (announcers) can be heard live from their microphone at all the glamourous Timmins events (aka anything, really anything at all at the Shania Twain Center or the Sportsman show or whatever).
          A monkey could actually do my job quite well, but there are no monkeys in Timmins, so, ya know a high school student with spare time on Saturdays from 9-1 (occasionally 10-2) will have to do. Some days are rough like when Leeza Gibbons decides that the entire four hours she's just going to talk to Eharmony "experts" (how does one exactly become an eharmony expert?) about what people look for in an ideal mate...and what do you know..it's EXACTLY THE SAME EVERY WEEK. (They want someone with a good sense of humour...never woulda guessed that)
    There are some perks to my job. When i have a test or homework due on monday..I can do my work the whole time and then it seems as if i'm getting paid to do homework, which in my opinion should happen all the time. seriously school board, consider it, less high school dropouts i assure you that! Plus I get to shop online. I've successfully almost found my vintage grad dress, a crazy 50's hat and gloves as well as a multitude of ridiculous handmade jewlery. Another great thing, I've totally upped my tetris skills. I am offically off da chain when it comes to tetris, level eleven, which is a 32% increase in mad skillz yo. Don't hate.
infact, I'm writing this very piece of surely succinct and award winning writing at my good ol' place of work.
I actually don't exactly know where to end this, so I'll end it riiiiight about..............................NOW.
Done.
Wait, Hannah, you may say, you simply cannot end a piece like that. You have to have a clever phrase or quote or parting words.
nope. bye.

hannahleighehman

snow day playlist

enjoy kiddies

Take me in - wild nothing



Summer eyes - tyler lefebvre


Do-wah-do - kate nash


pursuit of happiness - lissie


let's go to bed - the cure


low sail - amy milan


may i walk with you - star slinger


roslyn - bon iver & st. vincent


what's in it for? - avi buffalo


people can do the most amazing - kisses


*echoes - klaxons


hang with me - robyn


something good can work - two door cinema club


ghost under rocks (bluebrain remix) - ra ra riot


pumped up kicks- foster the people


The funeral - serena ryder and the beauties


laady daydream - twin sister


you still hurt me (feat. great neck south high school choir) - william fitzsimmons


icarus - police academy 6


jamelia - caribou


odessa - caribou

beauty

it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst ...

And then I remember ... to relax, and not try to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.


-american beauty

too cool to be cool.

I was thinking today (what? hannah, thinking? shouldn't she be avoiding true thoughts by bedazzling hair accessories) and originally in my mind, everyone was just plain old uncool. Our awkward religion teachers were uncool, our parents were certainly uncool, the badminton instructor was uncool, the person who scoops icecream at the mall was uncool,, the busdriver was uncool, heck even the cool kids were uncool. we're all just drfiting through this life enveloped in our own uncoolness, simply trying day to day to break out of our state and distract ourselfs with other slightly cool pursuits. Some approach the distraction process with party with attractive people on weekends, some go shopping at american apparel, some drown sorrows in food (cause food, my friends, is always cool. unless it's covered in coconut shreddings, cause nothing covered in coconut is ever cool) or others divulged their time in books of fantasy and accepted their fate.


but then it occured to me, what if it's the utterly lame and embarassing things that, infact make us not completley uncool. it's the time where we say out loud things that should have been kept locked in our deepest darkest relm of secrecy, when we wear mismatched socks, the nights spent home alone reading Archie comics and listening to Aqua, or when we fall down the stairs but luckily noone sees us. these are the times that, even when we think we've avoided our fate of lameness, we are humbled by the fact that it's always following us.

if you think you're cool, chances are, you're not.
or if you have infact escaped the awkward/lame gene, just wait, your time will come.
one unsuspecting day your shoelaces will magically untie and you'll tumble on your face in front of that professor you think is mysteriously hot for an old guy.

goodluck to you all on your quest of cool.

hannah

halloween, what what?

i wish erryday was halloween, every. single. day.
i would fully appreciate being able to dress up like princess peach, an 80's workout instructor, a cupcake and madonna every day.
i would also fully appreciate actually seeing people step out of their box, and their aeropostale hoodies and try something new, while the majority may be slutty, at least their having fun with it right?
you can honestly tell alot about people due to their halloween costume, whether their funny, creative, an "easy lay" in the words of a class mate in regards to the many "sexy" various types of costumes with the staple of fishnet tights, awkward (random japanese ninja warriors with long names that only people in a shanghai comic book convention would know) or those who think they're super fly/indie hipsters (obscure characters from little scene cult movies/tv shows from 20 years, and they secretly love it when you have no clue what they're refrencing, yet sigh and put on their "wow, you're so uncool" face)
or just lame..which i'm feeling is the category i unfortunately wind up in.
though i fully stand behind my 80's ridiculous pink wedding dress. i would really like to hunt down whomever it, in all it's ridiuclous yet elusive splendor, belonged to.
i would enjoy to see the wedding photos, what the bridesmaid wore and how thick the groom's unibrow was. i'm just feeling there was a thick unibrow there, not sure why.
i was so attracted to this dress, i have an inkling i was infact married in it..
in my past life, i was a texas pagent queen and i was set to marry my high school sweetheart, who is actually my distant cousin, at the tender age of 17 in my hometown with a population of 349 people. half of the town came in attendance. he wore a nice subdued power blue suit and bought my ring at the pawn shop downtown, which is located beside the adult video store. it's a pear cut diamond, awful, but i think it's classy. my uncle played the accordian and harmonica as we danced our first dance to the song of moon river. the cake was dyed pink to match my dress but stained everyones mouth. everyone left at 9:30 as star search was on that night and they couldn't miss it. then we went for a drive around town to celeberate the momentus day when we were struck by ol' joe, the town drunk. i died in that very dress in which my relatives donated to value village. they couldn't bear the thought of something so beautiful lying in a closet being eaten by moths for the rest of eternity.
that's about it. fate was restored this halloween.
have a good one kids, don't rot your teeth on cheap candy and sugary fruity coolers you stole from your parents minibar.

hannah