"pistachio nut" -Kate Nash

"Who I love is you
You are the most unpretentious
The most fun, most exciting
I want to spend most of my time with you
Because you are the most worthwhile
You are the most cute, clever, and stupid
Hungry, energetic, passionate, scared, interesting
Like a film, made up person
I want to drink cream, eat chocolate
Get that nice suprise when the butter is un-salted
Eat salt out of the packet
Scream till I am blue in the face
Meet French people, go to the pictures
Show you my cobbled streets
Meet everybody that you could ever meet
Just so that they know that you are my best friend
And that you belong to me
Yeah, I know you think she's cute and funny
But er, actually she is not an I, she is a we
A united nation of absolute nonsense
A community, neighbourhood watch
Firestation, theme park, space, time and energy
Talent, beauty, my best friend
They don't love you like I love you
The End"

Okay so lately I am obsessed with Kate Nash, whose this British pop singer, because I have no life. Anyway, this is a part of a poem she wrote for her Best friend, and I thought it was so perfect to describe how I feel about my best friends, whom I love a ridiculous amount. Specific shout outs to my girls, TF ( there's been times when we were each others only actual friends because it seemed like everyone else sucked, and I'm going to miss her when she leaves for college<3)  Becky(Click to go to her blog!) , CS (We've had our rough patches but you truly are fantastic) MY HOMESCHOOLERS (Suze, Mary, Allie, and various other people who will never see this but should know I love them already ;]

Kay. love fest over for now <3333333

lovelovelove(guess the lovefest wasn't over...)
hanhan
PS, how cute is it that she called the poem pistachio nut? i love british people so much.

"What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person"

Two thoughts today. thats right, only two! the first one focuses mainly on the quote in the title line, which I took from John Green's Paper Towns, which was a fantastic book and I'd highly recommend it, just be careful as it does have some crude parts and I think language. But it was really well written. Anyway, "what a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person." This is true in a lot of ways. Firstly, I think that I should point out that although I am a firm believer in the sacredness of person-hood, I feel that there is a limit. A person is not a god. They cannot be everything to you. Their opinions and thoughts and words and actions should never be the only thing that spins the world. We have a God in heaven for that, and we don't need to place all our Self worth in someone's hands.  Secondly, people make mistakes, they have flaws and they aren't always doing things in your best interest, and to perfect them and make them this wonderfully perfect un-flawed being in our minds is dangerous. When they let you down(as they will, don't doubt it, kind of like Daisy let down Gatsby..hmmm...) you will get hurt, and everything will be truly miserable.Understand? People are people, make mistakes, not God. 1st thought now fin.

 Next thought. Why do we undervalue human life ( I know, weird especially after my first thought of today.)? When I talk about this, I;m mainly focusing on issues like abortion, euthanasia, and anything in which an embryo(THATS A BABY GUYS) is grown in a test tube or petri dish and then killed for "research". Today at my DNA lab at Stonybrook, a very sweet looking graduate gave us a talk an tissue engineering, which in some ways is interesting if not morally confusing. Honestly, when she was talking about  the advances being made with different stem cells, I was really interested and it seems like a great thing. The Adult Stem cells were very successful and stable in the experiments and I think are already being used to help heal people. Unfortunately, they're now researching embryonic stem cells, which are more unstable and work less often. The poor girl kept tripping and saying baby instead of fetus or embryo, and it just makes me wonder if people realize how wrong they're being?

People's lives are all valuable, whether they're old or very young. "A person's a person no matter how small!"(Horton Hears A Who, Dr. Seuss.) There's been a lot of dehumanizing going on lately, all over for several years now. I am not one of those crazy people who think this is all a conspiracy to make us fall into slavehood for the man, but I do think that people should realize the precious gift of human life, be it the very old/sick/feeble, or the very young, who honestly have no voice to speak(On the note of abortion, if you're a woman who says its your right, cuz its your body, to kill your unborn child, there is a 50% chance that child is a male, in which case there is a penis in your uterus, which is not a female body part, thus making it not your body to kill. Just saying.)

Two thoughts done now. Han's tired. She just got home from a trip yesterday and slept for 5 hours before going to a lab, coming home, doing school, rehearsal, exhaustion, goodnight. May you all have a pleasant tonight and tomorrow! I'm going jump rope. And hula hoop. I'm five. FUN TIMES.

thats the wonderful thing about people....

Their stories. 
I've always been obsessed with stories. My entire life.
Books
Fairytales
People
Honestly, I love other peoples lives. They fascinate me. I want to hear about them, I want to know people thoughts on things, their secrets, what they do that makes them who they are. In my books(just to note, I recently did a little counting in my head and I think I've read 50 so far this year...which is not enough), I get to see other people, look at their lives...AND NOT LIVE MY OWN LIFE EVER? jk.

But really, peoples secrets are so fascinating. And confusing. sometimes they make me forget reality and get lost in someone else's world, which I feel like could be a bad thing. sometimes.

In reality:
Testing this morning, I remembered how much I absolutley abhorred mornings. 7AM WAKING UP IN THE MORNING GOTTA GET DRESSED GOTTA GO DOWNSTAIRS BLAHBLHABLAH its not friday, nevermind.
After testing we went to Mass, rearranged my voice lesson(looks like I'm biking there. to Lindenhurst. great.)
Came home, was fed finally, and read. (re read 5-8 of the Princess Diary Books. Don't judge me. Finishing the last one tonight!!!!)
Biked my sister to Soccer, and now I have to pick her up :p and go to...
CYO THE MOST BLISSFULLY WONDEROUS THING EVER. jk, the Enormous creeper mustache is there...BUT SO IS T SO NBD.
anyway. I have apples. And books. I am content.

love love love, Hanhan
P.S, writing my book is becoming difficulter. which isn't a word. I don't care.

I need to apologize because the majority of my writing is sad, or bad or whiney. Its just that the happier things, I can talk about those and do stuff with them. The bad things, I need an outlet and unfortunately for you guys thats my blog. I also feel overwhelmed right now. BUT. I'm working on it, so positive posts soon. Sorry guys. Really.