Archive for August, 2009

my new favorite song
August 26, 2009

Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap.  Listen to it.


I’ll tell you everything about living free.
August 25, 2009

I have only had the soundtrack to (500) Days of Summer in my possession for 4 hours and I am already in love with it.

John Mayer is reportedly giving me the world’s best birthday present: His next album, Battle Studies, is set to be released on the very day I turn 20.  I can think of no better way to enter the next decade of my life than with a new JM soundtrack to live it to. 

Continuing with the music theme, Michelle and I heard a song called “You Make Me Feel Like Dying” tonight.  And no, it does not sound anything like “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing,” which is a damn shame.

A coma would be wonderful right about now.
August 25, 2009

For those who have not noticed, I get very excited about Torch Lake, Michigan.  It is my favorite place in the world and I spend my entire year counting down until I get to enjoy that beautiful water with my cousins.  I have dedicated several blog posts to this spot in Northern Michigan, and I wish I could say I am already looking forward to next year, but I am not.  

This year, while at Torch, my parents informed me that they are getting divorced.  As if ruining our family dynamic were not enough for them, my parents decided to permanently taint my favorite place with the destruction of their marriage.  Splendid.  I know I have had far more pleasant than painful memories there, but I feel that it will take me quite some time before I can view Torch as a purely enjoyable place again.  Thanks, parents. 

Of course I have far more important things to think about right now, and trust me, I am thinking about them, but I cannot help but feel resentful that they had to take Torch down with everything else.  Maybe it is selfish, and maybe I am acting like a petulant child, but it would be nice for at least one thing to remain constant at a time like this, and I wish it could be my family vacation spot.  But instead it is just one of the many things that will be changing in the near future.

I should be sleeping.
August 15, 2009

Go see this.  It was amazing.


For Sprinks
August 14, 2009

As a concession stand attendant at the Bay Village Family Aquatic Center, the majority of the people I interact with at work are small children who do not know what they can buy with their dollar and soccer moms in pursuit of Diet Coke.  Except for the occasional hot dad, attractive guys are not frequent visitors to our establishment.  For the past few days, however, the girls of the concession stand have been rewarded for tolerating such a long summer with no one to look at.  When I arrived to work on Monday, Molly informed me of the presence of the perfect guy.  He was sitting at one of the tables in jeans and a plaid shirt, his gray converse untied and his sunglasses on top of his blond head.  He had apparently been sitting there reading since Molly arrived at work earlier that afternoon.  And here’s the best part:  He is British.  When he came up to order a Diet Coke, Molly noticed the accent and swooned on the spot.  An attractive British boy who loves to read and drink Diet Coke?  PERFECT.

Basically the entire snack bar went into a tizzy as we tried to sneak looks at him and figure out his story.  Does he live here?  Is he visiting family?  None of us have had the guts to ask when he comes up, although I did try asking a little British girl if she knew his name.  Apparently she did not.  Kelly has been the only one brave enough to go talk to him.  We wanted to know what he was reading, so KP volunteered to find out.  She marched right up to him and asked if he had dropped his wallet.  As he stared at her quizzically and said “No,” KP caught a glance of the title.  Garden of Eden by Ernest Hemingway.  Nice.

On Monday, when Kelly was there, we were playing Name Your Price to pass the time.  That is where someone asks you to do something and you have to tell them how much they would have to pay you to do it.  Example:  Chug half a cup of nacho cheese in under a minute ($15) or be married to our boss for a whole year (4 million and a beach house).  Anyways, after he had left, Kelly asked me how much it would have taken for me to walk over and just make out with the British boy, then walk away.  I thought about it realistically and, knowing that kissing this boy was something I actually wanted to do, answered $50, just to boost my confidence.  Without knowing if he would ever return, I thought that sounded like a safe answer. 

So here I am, thinking my dream guy has come to find me and take me back to England with him.  Molly is thinking the same thing, but I will be sure to let her down gently after he picks me.  After he left that first day, we were all rather distraught because we were not sure if we would ever see him again.  But then, yesterday, he again graced the BVFAC with his presence.  I think I may have screamed.  At any rate, when he came up to buy his drink, Brittany, Sarah and I were too nervous to actually help him.  Brittany’s main concern was bursting into giggles instead of asking him what he wanted.  I walked up to the counter and, although I must have been beet red and was smiling from ear to ear like a maniac, I took his order.  Diet Coke.  I almost died just hearing him speak those words in his beautiful accent.  Brittany eventually collected herself and took his order later (two Ring Pops, btw) but it was touch and go for awhile there.  If only KP had been there with her $50.

Is it sad that this is the most exciting thing that has happened at work this summer?  Every girl I have worked with while he is there has just positively melted at the sight of him.  It provides us with entertainment, watching him read and play with the kids (cousins? siblings?) he arrives with.  Plus, we are all giddy with excitement and that is always a good feeling.  So, British boy, end the madness!  Give us back the power to form words and think clearly and, for the love of all that is holy, pick me!

August 12, 2009

Marry me?

Don’t need candles or cake…
August 12, 2009

Each time I have worked with Kelly in the past few weeks, she has been humming the song “Birthday Sex” under her breath.  I try my hardest to block it out, but somehow Jeremiah’s carnal crooning gets stuck in my head and pretty soon I am singing along. 

Honestly though, what has our society come to that a song entitled “Birthday Sex” is played regularly on the radio?  The lyrics are practically pornographic and the chorus is not even remotely imaginative.  Here is the hitch though: I like it.  The song is catchy!  The only thing keeping me from blasting it through my car stereo is the lyrics.  I just cannot get on board with a song so explicit.  I am not trying to be a music snob or anything, I promise, the song just bugs me.  Here, see for yourself.

We grindin’ wit passion, cuz it’s yo birthday 
Been at it for hours…I know you thirsty 
You kiss me so sweetly…taste just like Hershey’s 
Just tell me how you want yo gift, girl 


I don’t know, just listen to it.  What do you think?

Torch Lake Countdown: 4 days!
August 11, 2009

When asked for the happiest moment in someone’s life, I have found, in my limited opinion, that most people respond with either their wedding day or the birth of a child.  As I have yet to experience either of these momentous occasions, I am going to share with you a different scenario of pure happiness.  This is when I love life the most:

It is after dinner, about 8:00 pm, at Torch Lake.  I have just finished swimming or water skiing and have changed into my comfiest sweats.  Then I make some hot chocolate and Chris braids my hair.  Then we all watch the sunset together (adorable) and have a camp fire.

I honestly do not need much more than that.  Our family vacation to Torch Lake, Michigan is something I look forward to all year.  Even though it generally marks the end of the summer, it is still the highlight of my break.  This Saturday I will finally be there and I cannot wait to see everyone!


Oh, you know, just a Torch Lake sunset.

Oh, you know, just a Torch Lake sunset.

“The heart of every healthy relationship: Honesty, respect, and sex with celebrities.”
August 9, 2009

It’s 4 am and I have no desire to sleep, so after a quick run out to the 24-hour Giant Eagle, I settled down with an ice cream bar to watch some Friends.  I am currently on season 3 and watched The One With Frank, Jr. in which Ross and the gang compile lists of celebrities they can sleep with without their significant other getting mad.  While I have no significant other to betray by sleeping with someone famous, I still decided to compile a list.  But who to choose?  There are so many attractive guys in the limelight that it is hard to pick only five, but here it goes:

Hannah’s Freebie List

  1. John Mayer
  2. Zac Efron
  3. Robert Pattinson
  4. Orlando Bloom
  5. John Krasinski

Honorable mentions (a.k.a. Alternates) are as follows: Jake Gyllenhaal, Emile Hirsch, Barack Obama, Adam Brody, James Marsden…pretty much anyone tall, dark, and handsome.

I am doing GREAT things with my summer.

August 3, 2009

For those who haven’t noticed, I get attached to fictional characters fairly easily.  My sister and I talk about episodes of Friends like we lived them and the Gilmore Girls are practically family. While I don’t have a problem with forging ties with characters instead of people, one of the downsides of my overactive imagination is the crushes I form on fictional guys. I think it all started with TJ Detweiler from Recess (Yeah, I know he’s animated, so what?) who reminded me of my neighbor Pat, and the problem has grown progressively worse with time. I’ve got ’em all:

  • The Bad Boy-Marcus Flutie from the Sloppy Firsts series
  • The Fantasy Boyfriend-Edward Cullen
  • My Nerd Crushes-Jim Halpert from The Office and Seth Cohen from The OC
  • The Singing Revolutionary-Marius Pontmercy from Les Misérables
  • The Gentleman-Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride and Prejudice

The list goes on, but I’ll spare you.  However there is one key guy yet to be mentioned.  He was (ok, is) my crush to end all crushes, as Marty from The Pink Ladies would say, “the living end!” Although he appeared on Gilmore Girls for only a season and a half, Jess Mariano stole my heart. Michelle and I have been watching a lot of seasons 2 and 3 recently, and here’s a little clip of Jess and Rory that just makes me swoon.

Do you see? With the wonderfulness and the hair? It’s love.