So basically your life is incomplete if you don't watch this.

Hank Green tweeted it, and I can't stop listening/watching it, because it's so amazing.




Also, I have the best friends in the whole wide world, and I just appreciate them so darn much.

Things thusly

So far, Spring Break has been meeting and surpassing all of my hopes and expectations.  Mmm, I do love breaks and chances to relax.  And friends.  And relaxing with friends.  Yeah.

It's been a fantastic thirty hours since I've gotten home

Yeah... :D

This was in my sub-box right when I checked youtube after changing my relationship status on facebook.  And it made me very happy.

I don't want to play

I don't want to do homework, and I don't want to spend more time searching for information that doesn't seem to exist.

I was sitting in class today, listening to my classmates talk about thinking about thinking, and I just didn't care.  I didn't agree with the article we had read, thought the author was kind of a jerk, and honestly just didn't want to be there.

And I was thinking about something that they tell you when you go to college: you should spend 3 hours of studying/homework for every hour you spend in class. According to that estimate, I should be spending 42 hours, in addition to my 14 hours of class, every week on school.  Which, quite frankly, is a giant load of bullcrap.  Show me someone who can spend 56 hours a week on mentally challenging work, and I will shake their hand.  Because I couldn't do it.  I can't do it.

All this to say, that I wish it was spring break.  I wish I was home, and not worrying about this stuff (though, let's be honest, I will have homework over break, so I will be worrying about it.).  I just want to be able to complete this homework, without feeling like I'll let down my teacher if I can't find what he wants me to look for.

Remember how a long time ago, I promised pictures of my room?

And then I didn't deliver?  Well, here's a virtual tour of my room :)
Here is Alyssa in our (Christmas tree) tent:

The mirror next to the door.

The door of my closet.

The view when you first walk into our room.

The lovely Happy Birthday sign Alyssa made me.  Every picture on it she colored with colored pencils, and they all have some significance to me, or are an inside joke.

Another picture of the sign.

My bookshelf, which currently has no books on it

Alyssa's closet and dragon (He's festive).

Alyssa's wall and the tent with its samurai newspaper hat.

Looking at the Christmas tree and my bed area.

My desk and Christmas lights.

Above my bed.

This is above where I often sit on my bed.

And finally, looking at the door.

I am allowed to rest and take breaks from busyness

I am currently surrounded by letters, journals, chocolate, a teapot, teacup and saucer, my bible, hole punch, tape and scissors.  I'm listening to seven hours worth of playlists that I've put together over the past year and a half.  I'm happy, calm, content to rest and think happy thoughts.

Here's a shot of my bed:

And here's some of the walls around my bed:

One of my friends, who did not go to Ignition, just posted this song on her facebook.



Mmm... God is moving.

First time online since Friday

And it is amazing how little time and energy I really desire to spend online today.  Funny that.

*sigh*

The tea has been drunk and the snacks have been eaten and the French has been learnt and the lists have been made and the letters have been written and the naps have been taken and the phone calls have been made and the emails have been sent and the classes have been attended and the Bible has been read and the youtube videos have been watched and everything has been finished.  And now, it is bedtime.

Recently,

I've been spending more time with God more regularly.  And man has it been good for my soul.  He is indescribably amazing and I will never possess enough words to articulate even a small part of who He is and what He has done for me.  In my brokenness he gives me grace, and in my weakness he affirms me.  I just want to share with you a recent word he gave me, in hopes that it will encourage you as it has me, and that you will seek him out and find your identity more and more in him.

My beloved, my bride, radiant in your loveliness, your love, you reflect my love back at me.  I love you so.  You bring a smile to my face and joy to my heart.  You delight me, every step nearer that you take, my gladness grows.  You are perfect, a wildflower, fragile-looking but fierce and tough underneath.  Storms will not shake you, floods will not uproot you, so firmly do you cling to me and My father.  You will endure through many generations, your legacy one of honor and pride.  The warrior princess, protector of the young, fierce in her love.  You are radiant in your battle dress, eyes alight in your desire to follow me in battle.  You will fight and be victorious.  Not one of those I give you will fall through fault of your own.  You hold in your grasp victory, and your shield proclaims "I am the Lord's!"  Your enemies will flounder, you will give a yell and they will flee.  You turn to me and offer your victory as a love offering to me, your beloved.  For this I will exult you, and meet the desires of your heart.  You will reside in me forever, a permanent dwelling place for all the ages.  Your name will be known in my kingdom as my mighty warrior, the King's chosen one.  In the streets there will be cheers, in the fields the animals will sleep peacefully, knowing they are protected.  You are glorious in my eyes, and blind those who are not used to My glory.  You are Mine, and I love you.  You are a jewel in my crown, a crown jewel, precious in my sight.  In you I have placed blessing, in you I have placed Life.  Out of you will come mighty rivers, your every gesture will proclaim the Lord.  You are mine, and in you I am well pleased.  I will give you costly clothes, precious treasures to show my great love of you.  You will never lack, always secure in me.  You are mine, and I glory in you.  My headdress ordains you, my touch sets you apart, my fierce warrior bride.  You are beautiful, and I delight in your conquests.  In me you will find rest.  In the heat of the day, I watch over you, my attention does not waver.  I protect you.  In the crowd I see you.  I say "That one is mine.  See how graceful she is.  See how beautiful and kind, tender to those she calls hers, glorious in her fierceness to protect them.  She is mine, and in her I am well pleased.  She brings me her first fruits, barring her soul, she pours out of herself in tender vulnerability.  I will give her the desires of her heart, I will enliven her days with delight.  Sorrow and prolonged grief will be foreign to her, joy will follow her every footstep.  Look and see the Lord's chosen.  See how the Lord delights in her! She will be lifted up, placed in the place of honor, have gifts brought to her.  She is my warrior and my bride, and in her I am well pleased."  I delight in you.  Your love for me touches me deep inside, delighting my heart.  I am your lover, you are my beloved.  You calm others with a single word, a single touch drives back the raging storm.  Your gentleness brings peace in its wake, and in your presence others find rest, their strivings cease and they come alive, become the ones they were made to be.  You are lovely, and in your loveliness, you invite others to me.  You allure them, giving them tastes of my love and grace.  You delight my soul, and I glory in you.  Your love reflects my love, you pour into others out of your overflowing abundance, secure in your identity in me, in my love for you.

Strange (But nice) Dreams

So last night I had this dream that Cullen (OohCullen from the youtubes) was a time traveler from 48 years in the future, and he came back in time for some reason that I didn't find out, because I woke up too soon.  But it was fun, and he was running around in my dream muttering about time paradoxes and the like.  But before that, we just hung out for a while, and talked, and I knew that he was a time traveler and everyone else didn't, except for Emily, Kiersten, and Gwen, who showed up in my dream at the end, and to whom I told about Cullen.  Dream-Emily was understandably excited.


And this morning I woke to this in my sub box.

"My thoughts are stars that I can't fathom into constellations." -TFioS by John Green

Which is great and all, but not helpful when I need to write an essay type of assignment.  Why are my thoughts so willing to be distracted tonight?

Rereading old journal entries

"You saw vulnerability as a place for rejection; I saw it as a chance at acceptance.  You saw the fear; I saw the opportunity for grace and forgiveness."

Despite everything that happened today, all of the emotions I experienced, I think that over-all it was a good day.  Also, I'm rereading old letters, blogs, journal entries, and going "did I really write that?" which is always fun.

I really, really don't want to go to French class tomorrow.

I don't want to do my homework.  I don't want to study.  I just want to sleep.  A lot.  For a long time.  A long, long time.  For no other reason than that I am sleep deprived because my schedule and my sleep cycle don't match up right now, and all attempts to change that have not worked.  And I am really frustrated about this right now.  And last night I was lying there, hating everyone who was making noise and wishing I was at home, wishing I was in a small, enclosed space, wishing I had someone to sit there and sing lullabies until I feel asleep, wishing someone would sit and stroke my hair until I fell asleep, wishing I could freaking fall asleep and hating everything because none of my wishes were happening.

Okay. I can do this

Right now I feel like I'm running a marathon that is on a track with lots of hills.  I do my little I-think-I-can-I-think-I-can thing to get to the top of the hill, and then I'm all tired out because of that, so the downhill bit is nice, but I'm still running, just not expending as much effort when I just want to sit down and rest for a bit.  But I can't because after a little bit I have to do it all again.  And this is every day for the past week and a half, and will continue for the next week and a half.  So that's great.  I'm not actually going insane.  I'm not even going a little bit insane, because I've been spending time with God every day.  I just want more sleep, and more time to chill, you know?

Hairstyles, etc.

Sometimes I don't like my hair to touch my neck, so I put it up in a ponytail.  And sometimes when it's in a ponytail, I don't like it to move independently of the rest of my head.  So I attack it with bobby pins, and it pretty much doesn't swing when I turn my head.  But after a while it starts escaping from the bobby pins and doing this:

Also, this:

It's my bedtime

So I'll just leave you with some youtube videos that I watched today.

Some K-Pop (If you click the watch-in-youtube button, it takes you to the page where there are translated lyrics)


Doctor Who fan-vid


A song and video that make me very happy


For some reason I absolutely adore this video.  I have this weird thing, where I either absolutely adore the things that Tom Milsom creates, or I'm pretty much indifferent.


This is just fantasticly awesome.


Aaaand one more.

A Happier Hannah

Mmmmm.  I got enough sleep last night, had at least one happy dream that I can remember (I had a hanklerfished copy of TFioS in it), and got to talk to you last night.  Then, this morning I woke to three new youtube videos from some of my favorite youtubers (Fizzylimon, OohCullen, and vlogbrothers (specifically Hank)), which were all entertaining.  And I have things that I should do today, but they're pretty much all things that are going to be okay if I don't get to them today too.  YAY!  I love Saturdays.


I woke up this morning singing this.

Blogging Blogging Blogging

I am going a little insane.  I have nothing to do (scratch that.  I have nothing that I want to do) and just yeah.  Bored bored bored.  Today is supposed to be a relaxing day, but the things that I normally do to relax, I'm fasting from.  So that's working out well.  I just need to get out of my room, I think, but I don't know where I should go, or what I should do, or if I should go bug my friends and see if any of them want to do anything.  You know?

Too many late nights are starting to catch up to me

Good thing I can sleep as long as I want after class today, because I have no obligations until sunday morning.  This morning I'm a bit groggy and sleepy, even half an hour after waking up, which is usually not the case.  I don't want to go to class, but I have to.  Blah!

Staying up too late again

Just because I don't want to sleep.
A self-perpetuating cycle
Of naps that exceed their allotted time
and feeling wide awake late at night.
Oh I wish I could sleep
and not fear the dreams that may come
the ones I don't remember having
but that haunt me as I lie in bed.
Sleep, please come tonight
and please be restful.