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

love.

is it terrible to be cynical about love before you're ever experienced it? or, heck, before you've even turned sixteen? it feels like love is for the people who have too much time on their hands or are dissilusioned by hormones and lust. Or the othertaspect apears that while maybe it once could've existsed, life, struggles and arguments have compeltly erradicated any sense of love which once existed. isn't it awful? I feel that love is just something to get in the way of my goals or will occupy too much time, which, I know is a terrible stance. I don't want to waste my time on something which will just overwhelm my senses and leave me with a negative feeling in the end. is love worth the fight? i guess we're all so determined to find "love" that we all so  illusioned into relationships which really aren't even close to true love, but follows the guidelines set by movies, magazines and media. I suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment, because i'm not exactly looking for a husband, but nonetheless i'm curious. i'll probably end up a lonely old woman with 50 ferrets, fluroscent pink hair, eating waffles all day, making hair accessories and a closet full of sequined clothing which i'll wear around the house cause i have nowhere to go, but hopefully my mind will be changed before then. although, that fate doesn't sound completly awful i suppose....

hannahllllllleighehman.

i think i'm getting a tad lonely.

someone should send me mysterious anonymous letters.
but if you're actually a pedofilic creep, then, well, just don't.
alright?
they don't have to be love letters, just contain some remotely interesting facts or have some insight to the splendid world around us. that would be nice.
we can talk about the weather or favourite colours and hobbies at first if you are shy or aren't yet comfortable talking about any of your deepest desires and dreams or the things that your midn spews out and irregular intervals.
i would prefer if they would be actual letters, not emails, but if you must, i'll forgive.
even texts will be permitted if you bring up enough throught provoking content.
there may be some romantic tension, but we'll end up pushing those feelings to the side simply because noone is brave enough to act on it.
we'll spend eternity in that awkward inbetween friend and something more stage, but that's just fine because we take each other on great adventures not only mentally but also to crazy places hidden to the common public eye.
that will suit me just fine.

so, get started writing okay?

hannah.

what i do with free time..

i've been making hair accessories in my spare time. I absolutly despise just sitting around, thus provides the endless supply of accessories produced so far. If you wanna order one just e-mail me @ hannahehman@gmail.com. here's some pictures of a few of my favourites. I'll be posting more in the next couple weeks!
                                                             race car track

                                                                               tea set

                                                                                     glitter butterfly

                                                                          sweet treats

                                                                               disco ball

karma, where are you?

I believe in life, everyone should get what they deserve. Each action should recipricated with equal energy back, the amount you put in is the amount you get back. The more hate you put in the more hate you get back. but unfortunatley, i've come to realize that surely is not the case. it makes my skin crawl when i see people getting what they certainly don't deserve; it makes me incredibly sick. Is it jealousy on my part? No, quite honestly I can accept when someone has worked hard to get where they are, and if they've put in the effort, heck, give them their reward. But when people can waltz through life with their immoral, hate filled, egotistical lives effotlessly, I deeply desire some sort of ounce of karma to sneak up on them unexpectedly. Yes, i've heard the speech about how these party girls and slacker stoners will end up with lame office jobs, overweight and stuck in Timmins Ontario, but for the moment, it doesn't help.I know it's terribly to wish badly upon others, I know, but sometimes it feels so good. As good as it may feel though, it gets me nowhere. In fact, instead of moving forward in my own goals and focuses, I fall backward down the dark slippery slope of envy and obession with others lives. I guess I have to celebrate others victories, as hard as it may be, but all the while be planning and scheming  behind closed doors on how to move ahead of the pack. I have a strange problem accepting the fact that i won;t always be number one, or two or even 34th. There will always be people, whether it be just one or thousands, better, more talented, more stylish, more interesting, more attractive than myself. But that's what makes it fun though, right? The thought that while you may not be at the top now, there's always that slight possiblility, and along the way you can learn from those people at the top of the pack. Those are the people there for inspiration, to envy but with a certain admiration. Plus, they always says it's lonely at the top anyways.

i've been doing stuff march break. not great stuff, much stuff nonetheless. like watching french films with the subtitles on, making hair accessories out of rubix cubes and tiny glittery birds, as well as going to our more than likely urine contaminated pool to urge my cousin to take chances in life by jumping off the high dive (which is actually higher than it looks, props to my girl). but when i think of march break i think of being whisked away to some extoic location to meet a mysterious stranger who happens to be the lead singer of an uber cool band and then i become their new lead singer and my life turns rad. or, i go on this never ending road trip which ends up with me getting a lead role on broadway and spending my free time sewing little bows on to frilly dresses for my clothing line while i also make costumes for my 24 ferrets whom i love so dearly and take everywhere with me. but, no. instead i'm here. in timmins. writing a post that 3 people max will read. but you know what? despite the lack of life altering events enveloping my life and nonstop adventure overhwleming all of my senses, i'm content. weird huh? i actually agree, i don't undertand how my happiness source is still truckin with the lack of desires being fufilled all the time, but you know what, the hot glue gun, metaphore ridden movie plots and odd lacy, frilly, off coloured dresses from the little girl section of value village and my super cool new leather shorts that i want to wear 24/7/365 are keeping my attention span and mind flwoing for the time being.



















haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnah.

here's what you ought to do.

1. Watch Garden State and Whip It, then listen to both of their soundtracks
2 Read Steven Kings' new book Under the Dome
3. Make white chocolate fondue and dip in strawberries and grapes while gluing rhinestones on everything in sights or knitting a never ending scarf a la designer Rodarte
4.Play old fashioned Oscar Peterson jazz pieces on piano
5.avoid all posible school work.
6. make outfits complete with accessories and shoes, take a picture of it, and put it into your book of outfits for future reference
7. wear your florourescent pink american apparal zippered bodysuit everywhere and anywhere.
8. do a marathon of board games.

why should you do these things? well, uh, because i am. and if i know someone else is doing the same thing as me at that very moment, i won't be so lonely.

hannah e h m a n.

The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

my childhood was fantastic. a blur of exploration, strange events, roaming the streets, dressup, dancing in front of my mirror to JLo and YTV big fun party mix, strawberry nesquick, alice and wonderland and make believe. I also spent alot of time in trees; telling ghost stories to neighbourhood kids that i would insist were real and happened to a friend of a friend of mine, hiding from my mother who wasn't too pleased i spilt an entire can of orange crush all over our light tan carpet, and just sitting there all day thinkng about how splendidly cool it would be to be someone whose part princess, part mermaid, part astronaut and part bird; i liked to dream big about what my future would entail. you would think with all the damn time spent up in those trees i would've got the bright idea to make a treehouse. but no, i was too busy exploring space/ reigning a castle/flying over the great wall of china/exploring atlantis to possible consider such a bizzare idea. and now here i am, 15 and without having had a tree house in my childhood. tragic huh? why do i want a tree house so bad? hmm, good question. probably cause i always wanted to be like those mega cool kids in dennis the menace movie with their super fly tree house with perfect floral curtains and such. just imagine, it's your own secret hideaway which is in the air making you feel superior then all those chumps on the ground, you can design it and deck it out as crazy as you want. i'm thinking pimp my treehouse kinda style. plus your in the middle of nature. so basically, it's perfection. thhhhhuuuuuusss, this summer=time to make my very own treehouse. watch out denis the menace kids, this girl is moving up into town.

love this girl.

check out her killer blog. i admire how her creativity spans all fields, from killer vintage fashion to art to writing and modelling. when i get outta this ghost town and head to the big city, i hope i end up a little something like her.

http://vintagevandalizm.com/about/

haaaaaannah e.h.m.a.n

the girl loves her tuuunes.

so, i truly have this not so secret affair with music. i conversate with it , singing it's sweet melodys and working my way through each of it's little layers so often, people typically tell me to shove it. I can't help it, really. when i've got the urge i want to explode with it, get right up on my desk in the middle of our long drawn out Macbeth disscussion in english and belt it right out. give each note, each phrase heard. but instead i hum. not as fufilling, but i'm no longer five years old and that behavior would be slightly socially unacceptable to say the least.
nonetheless, some songs i enjoy atm.


love like no one else-the chemists
rosyln- bon iver & st. vincent
stevie-lisa mitchell
carousels-beirut
let's go to bed-the cure
love cats-the cure
my boys-taken by trees
please mr. sun-johnny ray
silvia-miike snow
breaking into cars-the raveonettes
one more chance-bloc party
orphans-forest city lovers
up!-m83
hot love drama-mgmt
your protector-fleet foxes


that's about it.
please hook me up wit good music, whoever may be out there.
if you please.
xx
hannnnnnnnnnah e h m a n.

welllll.........

since i neglected this blog by shopping, exploring, sliding, playing copious amounts of board games, making outfits, listening to glee soundtrack all day, road trippin, watching Mad Men and Home Alone multiple times, having northern ontario parties and reading, i have forgotten to wish all you lovely people a swel christmas and new years, buuuuut since their both over, just make this year an exciting one. talk to strangers, make new friends, tell someone you love them, do something that scares the crap outta you, put in your best effort, take adventures daily, explore the world around you, be a functioning human being, turn off your damn t.v and facebook, have a real discussion for once. i dunno, just don't make 2010 a crap year, it sounds so much more sophisticated and intriguing than 2009, am i right? anyways, i hope your ready to get back into the typical daily schedual, cause n a couple hours we'll be heading to our favourtite place...school, yet again.