Ahhh, life. Such an incredibly interesting thing, isn't it? Yes, quite. One could write for ages on how utterly interesting it is. It simply boggles ones mind.
Yes, completely.
I say, I'm sure that anyone who has lived recently will agree with me that life is indeed quite mind-boggling and incredibly interesting. For those of you who have not had the joy of experiencing the joys of life, you have my pity.

Yeah.
Really.
Anyway.

So my amazingly ninja friend Jessi spent spring break with us. And it was pretty much awesome! We went to Jungle Jim's (Which Sarah kept calling Jungle Joe's) which, if you didn't know, is like a super-humongous absolutely gigantic------drum roll please-----------



*Grocery store.*


Weren't expecting that, now, were you? No, seriously, it's pretty crazy awesome. They have an entire olive bar, an entire section of just butter from all over the world, a ton of cheese, some bigger than your head, AND a Starbucks. And that's just the beginning. They have sections with tons of food each from a specific country. We went to Italy and bought pasta and sauce, cut through Mexico past this random talking robotic dude named Pedro, then stopped at England for some candy. Om nom nom.

Other fun activities during Jess' stay were camping out in our Mom's vintage trailer, which was freezing most of the time, cooking random yumminess, bowling, jogging, shopping, and totally rocking out to Barlow Girl.

Sadly, Jess went home today, and Sarah's off at Purdue for the State Hippology Competition, so all is quiet on the home front. So, until something else thrilling happens, I remain sincerely yours,
--Hannah

Ah. It has happened again. No inspiration. How sad. Well, at times like this, there is simply nothing to do but post an interesting photo and write a few random paragraphs about how interesting it is. Except for one thing: No interesting photos have been found recently. So, now what? Well, in such circumstances, one can only use one's imagination. This will be good for you, get those brain cells rubbing together after a winter of letting them sit idle...no offense, or anything. Okay, look at this amazing photo of beautiful English countryside:
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*amazing photo of beautiful English countryside,
including a lovely English manor,
complete with a barouche in the courtyard.
And a pasture of horses,
and a wishing well,
with magical sparkles floating around it,
and also a rabbit hopping about.*
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I love that photo. It's just so awesome! The lighting is fantastic. The manor looks very Jane Austen-ish. Speaking of her, I've actually started reading Sense & Sensibility. I'm at chapter 10, and thought I was like reading super-fast and would be done in no time till I realized the book has 50 chapters. It's an excellent book though, as you probably have heard. Reading it makes me feel very literary.

In that photo though, it's amazing how much detail is in it. Like you can actually see Big Ben in the distance if you look hard enough. And if you look up to the second-story window of the manor you can see Cinderella hanging out in her room, listening to her iPod and brushing her hair.

Speaking of hair, I don't think I've mentioned on here that I am growing out my hair to donate to Locks of Love. I still have like four inches to go before it's long enough to cut and send, so I'll probably look like Rapunzel for a while.

Oh, and by the way, a barouche is a fancy four-wheeled carriage they had back in the day. (Jane Austen will totally improve your vocabulary; it makes me feel smart when she uses a big word that I know. Like 'sanguine' or 'acquiescence'.)

Well...that's all for now. Oh and I do have copyright on that photo, so if you copy it, you will be fined 133,986,586,695 hundred, 83,445,63 thousand million dollars. Just so you know. :)

--Hannah

This picture is entirely unrelated to the subject of this post; but it is just a seriously awesome picture. I couldn't resist sticking it on here. This is like a visual of the mood I've been in lately (weird, I know, but true). It's hard to explain. Like very happy and bright and unexpected. VERY unexpected. :)

The real subject of the post you are reading is this: The Screaming Clementines.

"What?" you may think, "The subject of small orange-colored fruit crying out in distress is quite out of character for this Author."

But I must explain myself. The Screaming Clementines is, in fact, a 'chick band' in which I, your humble Author, play/sing in.

Now you are quite confused. "I say," you might... (erm,) say, "How utterly strange. I never would have guessed that this Author would be the type to be in a chick band."

But I beg to differ. You will be quite surprised to know that not only do I sing and play guitar, but I am learning to play drums as well.

I can just hear you gasp. "No! What on earth has become of the world?! Where innocent, quiet little Authors go and learn to play drums! How absolutely horrendous."

But anyway, I really must go and stop daydreaming about how my fictional prim-and-proper Victorian followers would respond to my life. I do think though, that they would be quite horrified. But I shall return again soon. Farewell, dear readers,

--Hannah