Hanna

Ever since highschool I wanted to write a book about my life. The working title is "These Are The Days of Our EHT Lives."

The concept of the book is that each chapter would be titled a person's name, someone that I knew very well in highschool, and someone who's memories I cherished.

The concept never came into fruition. There's just too many things, too many moments, most of which I don't even remember anymore.

All I know is Hanna's chapter might very well end up as it's own novel. There's just too much to write about her. If I had to start her chapter though, it would probably go something like this:

These Are The Days of Our EHT Lives: Hanna

Imagine a woman of perfect grace and stature, one who lives life properly and sets a perfect example for all other woman. Imagine a calm and serene woman who makes all men gasp as she walks past. She can be defined as beautiful. She speaks in song.

Imagine a woman who needs not material things, but enjoys the simplicity in life. Imagine a modest and humble woman who laughs off the gossip of vicious people. She can be defined as sublime. She cares for all.

These are all things Hanna is not.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Hanna would say after reading this, "Are you cereal? I'm so pist."

Apparently everyone has been spelling "pissed" wrong.

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What? You thought I was going to say something nice about her?

Like I said, I could probably write a novel about Hanna at this point. There's just not enough room in this blog to write out everyone wonderful moment, every act of kindness, every time she's made me smile, and all the goofy shit she does.

All I know is that's definately how her chapter would start. You'll just have to wait for the actual book to read about how special Hanna is.

And trust me, she's special.

Nostalgia

I miss sleep-over parties, playing Mortal Kombat with friends til 5 in the morning while drinking soda, eating cheetos and occasionally trying to find a naked girl on skinamax. There ain't no more sleep-overs, because i can just drive home.

I miss high school lunch--though I don't miss much else of highschool--when we would actually all meet together in a cubby doorway outside the school theatre and play Big 2 til the bell rang. Some of those people I looked forward to seeing every day, but now I don't even know how to contact them.

I miss daily schedules, knowing that at 8 pm, I could log onto aol instant messenger and find all my friends talking to each other. Jump in a conversation, get to know each other. Now everyone does different things at different times. Who's online without an away message up 24/7 these days?

I miss sunlight, being able to go out because I have something to do. The world is a lonely place when you don't have a need to put on socks anymore.

Someone find me a job before I forget how to put on socks.

I really like socks.