And I mean really odd.

Honestly, I don't even want to go into the details. Except to say that it was weird.


And that we had the first open mic poetry reading of Way Too Loud Poetry. I was a crowd favorite, which was fantastic. I read one of my own and three of J. Tarin Towers'. It was fun fun fun.

Then Parker drunk dialed me and said that the reason he stands me up every time we have plans is that I scare him. That with every other girl he talks to he feels like he's in control, but with me, he doesn't. That he likes it, but it scares him. That the one time we kissed (it was under a full moon and extremely romantic, but I doubt he remembers those details) was the greatest kiss he'd ever had. That even though it was just a single, simple kiss, it was perfect.


And that the truth comes out when you're drunk.






I played along. "Uhhuh," I said. "I miss you too," I said. "It's okay, we'll do something soon," I said. I said I forgave him.




But the truth is, if the truth only comes out when he's drunk, then I don't want to hear it.

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but basically all I have now is a plea for help.



I was recently accepted to The High School Summer Scholars Program at Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri. This is a great opportunity, and only about 140 high school juniors were accepted. I was one of them, obviously. Not only was I accepted, I was also given a $3,500 dollar scholarship. That does not, however, mean I am in the clear. So far I have my $3,500 scholarship, about $900 in my savings fund, and around $25 in my change bank. That leaves the $1,517 program cost and...

$500 for spending money +
$200 for books +
$1000 for a laptop +
$400 for plane tickets =

$1,517 + $2,100 = $3,617.

I made this $4,000 on a safe bet, in case plane tickets, books, or a laptop is more expensive than I had expected.

So now you know, and now you can donate, at fundable. Silly, stressful, fundable. Sigh.


---Edit:
Jkz, my dad made me delete the fundable. Brickland had given me $10 already, too. -sigh-
Anyway, so now if you want to donate, send me a message and I'll give you my address and the name to send it to and all that jazz.

Also: got $6 in change today! woooh! I'm the greatest panhandler everrrr.


Also: Thank you ika and random. I'm definitely gonna go for that, but if I can't find a good one for cheap, I really want a macbook. Anyway, Craig's List here I come!

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Hurrahhhh! 5 weeks away from Lubbock!!!!


I'll write more about it later. For now, just excited. :D

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Oh sigh.

Bored.

Baking peanut butter cookies for Stephen's birthday.






Last night I did hookah and probably smoked too much. I got an awful stomach ache at the end of the night, and my mouth tasted like blueberry-raspberry until I fell asleep around two.



My mother is taking me to get my monroe done on Thursday.




I still feel kind of sick, I just felt like I needed to write something. That's all.

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When I get headaches I take naps, and my dreams are always extra weird when I nap.

I was driving around with Steven and Katharine on Memphis, in the direction of my house. We passed the parking lot by the laundro-mat and the bowling alley, and it was filled with what I at first thought was a vintage store, but then realized was a carnival.

"Dude, let's go to the carnival!"

So I pulled over and turned my car around, intending to drive a few yards back to the carnival. I soon found myself on a road that was not in a neighborhood, and eventually driving past a rodeo with tents (the rodeo is really in town now). We got out of the car and began walking past boxes that were white and orange. We may have passed through some warehouses at this point.

We may have gotten out of the warehouse, and then it was just me and my dad. We were at the entrance to a fair. I wanted to leave and find my friends and go to the carnival on Memphis. We were about to turn around when the owner of the fair, who was apparently good friends with my father, came over and talked to us, asking if we wanted to go in. We told him we were just leaving, but thanks, and started walking in this fenced off trench. I told my dad I would not walk in that trench because it scared me, and I used to have bad dreams about it when I was little, so we went back and started walking on the other side.

Then my dad turned back into Steven and Kat and we were looking for my car. We started walking through warehouses, but these were housing vicious flowers, not white and orange boxes, and we had to worm our way through the maze. We got to one semi-empty warehouse and were leaving, but then I started freaking out because I didn't know where we were or how to get to my car.





Then my mom told me it was dinner time, so I woke up.



It seems like my worst dreams are when I'm lost and can't get to where I want to go. That dream seems highly symbolic, and I really wish I'd bought the dream decoder from Urban like I was planning on. -sigh-

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I would go to "Publish New Entry" and my computer would send me to a blank page.


Weird...


Right now I'm making a fruit pizza, and I believe that is the most pertinent news I can come up with. I'm using just a regular jiffy crust mix, then crushed pineapple for the sauce, with apricot white stilton cheese, strawberries, and fresh spinach. I'm so psyched.



In obviously much less pertinent news:

1. I made the UIL district team for speech and debate.
2. I've been going on many dates with Kodwo lately, who's a guy from my Academic Decathlon team.
3. It's off and on snowing today, and my heater literally broke this morning.
4. District was supposed to be tomorrow, but it was cancelled because of the apparent "blizzard like conditions" in Canyon, where it was supposed to take place.
5. That means all my weekend plans are a bit thrown off, but ah well, such is life.

I feel like in the past I've had better things to say, but they aren't coming to mind anymore...


---

I had to desert my entry to finish my pizza, but now it's done and I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor. (that was a pun) Since it was my own creation and so delicious, I'm bestowing you all with the recipe.

Hannah's Pizza-Tart

Ingredients:
-One box of Jiffy pizza dough mix
-One can of crushed pineapples
-A sizeable amount of Apricot White Stilton cheese, crumbled.
-Strawberries, sliced. Also a sizeable amount.

Instructions:
1. Make the crust, following the directions on the box
2. When you have to take it out of the oven after the pre-bake, put your can of crushed pineapples on it as sauce. Then put the crumbled cheese on top of the pineapple sauce.
3. Put the pizza back in the oven for 14 or so minutes.
4. Take it out of the oven, and cover the cheese with sliced strawberries.
5. Put it back in the oven for four or so minutes, or until it looks doneskies!
6. Eachyo pizza-tart, fool!
This makes about six small-ish slices, but two of those slices filled me up just fine. And I have a huge appetite.


Basically that's it. Obviously, changes can be made to the recipe. I just made it up, it's not like a set recipe. You can do what you want with it. I'm pretty sure it would be good with spinach leaves at the same time as strawberries, but I couldn't find any organic spinach leaves at the store earlier. I'll try it next time, because I'm planning on growing spinach this summer. So yeah. It's so good. And while it's probably slightly fatty, I think it's pretty healthy, especially if you buy the pineapple that's just in its own sauce, not in extra syrup.


Hmmm. I love food. :]

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