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To Write Something Serious

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I love writing.

I have been thinking this all month while doing Camp NaNoWriMo, I really do love to write. I love putting words on the page, to create something out of nothing but a pen and paper.

But there is one genre I just simply can't write at all... Nonfiction.

My mom and I are polar opposites when it comes to writing. I'm the really big creative writer. I'd much rather weave together a story than write a report. But my mom is actually a technical writer and couldn't even think of writing creatively.

Why am I writing this? Well, the short of it is, I need to write a report. A serious one. And I am having quite a time trying to put it together. I'm not enjoying it.

Nonfiction to me is so boring. Just stating facts in no interesting format.

I can see why it would be important for me to learn how to write critically, but frankly, I don't want to.

Am I the only one who has trouble with Nonfiction writing? I don't know. I guess I'm just weird.



To Change my Name

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.~ Juliet
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I do like my name, really I do. It sounds pretty, is easy to spell, and has a nice meaning, but sometimes it's hard to be a Hannah.

When my parents named me back in the '90s, the name Hannah was actually an uncommon name. My parents say that they didn't have much trouble naming me. They thought that Hannah was a pretty and unique name... but so did the rest of the world.

I looked it up, and the year that I was born, Hannah was the second most popular name. Every other person I meet has the same name as me. It's fun sometimes.

"Hi Hannah" I say.

"Hi Hannah" She says.

"Bye Hannah" I say.

"Bye Hannah" She says.

It's cool. Plus I have no trouble at all spelling my name backwards.

But the thing is... there are a lot of Hannahs. Especially in the blog world. Whenever I comment on someone's blog post I bet they are like "Yay! a new comment... Hannah... which one?"

I've tried to think about what I would name myself if I could change my name (even though I will most definitely not change my name. I just wonder for fun) and it keeps changing. I can't decide. I like all sorts of names.

Hummm... this is a mess of a post, but if you guys could name me, or re-name yourself, what would the name be?

I apologize for this thoughtless post.

Love History

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When someone asks me what my favorite subject is, my first answer right off the bat is reading or writing. But, of course, some people don't even consider reading and writing a subject in school, it's just something everyone does whether they like it or not. (which is totes stupid!) So, whenever I encounter someone like ^that, I always answer with History.

I have always had this strange love for history. All I would read when I was young was Historical Fiction... but, of course, that was all that was ever on my reading list, I honestly don't even think I knew there were any other books out there besides historical fiction... #homeschooled #dealwithit... but I didn't mind. It used to fascinate me, learning how people way back when they were settling America lived. The pioneers. The Indians.

I also love medieval times, especially the black plague! Ahhh I love learning about the black plague! (sorry, I'm a writer, I love things like that) Not necessarily the plague itself, I could care less about the sciency stuff behind the disease, I just love think about how the people got through all that. I can't imagine the pain, the hopelessness those people must've been feeling during that time when every. single. person. it seemed was dying.

People have told me that history is boring... what's the point of learning about dead people living in a time I don't live in?.. Who cares? A smart person would answer with 'we should learn History because it will help us correct things in the future... blah, blah, blah. etc.' And I guess I do agree with that (in any case, America isn't learning anything from ancient Rome, even though they should!)... but to me, history is stories of a time I wish I could live in. of people who I never had the privilege of meeting. It's God's story. How He has been able to orchestrate everything perfectly.

Stories need to be told. And I guess that's why I love Historical Fiction so much.

I don't know is this post makes any sense to any of you, but I do really love history. If I couldn't control myself here, you all would hear a long, blog-length post about Ellis Island. :P

Byeeee!

P.S. I am really craving a Historical Fiction book. (to read, not eat) if you all have any suggestions. Preferably not a classic. I love classics, but right now I'm classiced-out.

Long Time No See

Hello!

As Sam said so very well at the end of The Lord of the Rings, 'Well, I'm back.'

yes, 4-H is over! For me anyway. I still have two more jobs to do before the fair, but that seems easy now that my projects are all done.

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After a long week of running around the hot fairgrounds, hoping I don't ruin somebody else's project when I would help with judging, and late nights finishing my own projects, I feel so free!

Today is the first day I feel like I can do anything this week. I have nothing to do, and it feels amazing!

I thought doing only two projects would be easy, but really, it wasn't...

Computers was easy enough, I got my notebook for that done pretty fast, and the judging wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I got a blue ribbon for Computers, which I was happy enough with, because I am always so worried with all my projects that i'm going to get a red.

 I didn't win champion or anything, the guy who won made a fancy video game, and second place was a guy who made a youtube video on 3D animation, so I don't think my little website design could've beat that, but I was the only honorable mention! So I guess I got third place?

The judge also said I had a good future as an IT specialist.... ummm, no, I'm sorry Mr. Judge guy, I have no desire to be an IT specialist, but thanks anyway. :)

Genealogy was a bit trickier, I was up all night Wednesday night to get it ready for judging on Thursday, and I'm still recovering from lack of sleep. (me without sleep isn't so good) But I didn't do as well as I did last year. I got a blue, but I didn't win. That's just what I get for waiting until the last minute... :P Oh well, I'm just happy I didn't get a red.

A red ribbon is like the cone of shame in 4-H, it means you didn't do something right, or didn't follow the rules. Sometimes people get them because they deserve them, if they had no desire to do the project, and didn't care, just threw together a project. But sometimes people just get them for no reason... I just don't understand it.

My sister got our family's first ever red ribbon on her painting, and she goes into the got-one-for-no-reason category. She is still recovering from that, but it's okay.

Anyway. It's been quite a 4-H year for us.

I'm going to sleep more. bye! :)

Guest Post: we were not normal.


first off: a very large thank you to Hannah for letting me guestpost while she's swimming in all her responsibilities the way I would probably not be doing. I would be drowning. Hannah, let us know how all your 4-H projects go. I gave up on mine and dropped out. gasp. 

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i had an awesome childhood. but it wasn't until recently that i realised just how amazing it was! some people, or a lot, probably shook their heads and laughed at us. we were very different. growing up i wasn't very aware how much. we moved every two years or so, because of that, me and my younger siblings were pretty tight. when we lived in indianapolis we would get a lot of comments at our large family. in our current place, it's a bit more normal to have four kids, but we used to get a lot of eyeballs. but not only were we large, we most defenitely not normal.

when i was nine we lived in a new and building community on the outskirts of indianapolis. we used to take long walks around the neighborhood. sometimes we'd go across the road, past the playground, through the connecting sister neighborhood, in and out of the cul-de-sacs, across the road to our next door sister neighborhood and make a right and straight on past the pool to our house. other times we'd go on the other side of the pool until we had to turn right and we'd weave through the sidewalks and around the new house sites.

now, my mama has this 'thing' for rocks. she loves them. i think she inheirited it. her mom, my grandma, has hundreds of medium to large rocks by her house. she would always bring a couple back from trips and has a story for each one. we've moved enough my mom's collection never had time to grow that much. anyway we'd go walking around the neighborhoods every evening, one of us kids pushing my little sister (then 2) in the stroller, my very white mother and my spanish father walking deep in conversation, me and my brothers, or just them, were either scootering, biking, or walking on the edge trying to balance or sword fighting or having skipping contests.

we were not normal.

remember how i told you about my mama's love for rocks? remember how i said they were building homes in the neighborhood? there's a reason i told ya. see, they were still breaking ground or it was kinda a dirt playground there at the moment. one day, just mama and us kids were walking and it was a grand day. it was summer. school was out, hurray! so there we were walking, skipping, hopping, tripping eachother and pushing the stroller much to fast no doubt, when mama spotted a rock. but not any rock. it was a rock that she was certain would look perfect in our flower bed. 

being the wonderful kids we are we ran over to it and tried to pick it up. unfortunately it was much to heavy. being the mastermind (i think it was me) i suggested we put it in the stroller and pushed it home. my sister had to walk, because, duh, a rock and a baby in a stroller just wouldn't work. so onward we walked home. rock in the stroller seat, my brother pushing the rock in the stroller, someone holding the baby sister, and the rest of us skipping, biking, or scootering. dude, we were stoked. like look dad, a rock! his reply was as enthusiastic as a not rock collecter could be. 

this became normal that summer and boy, or flower bed was looking smashing. then one afternoon we were walking around perfectly innocent, hunting for the perfect rock to add to our garden. when mom saw a rock. but not just any rock to put in the flowerbed. it was the rock to put on one side of the driveway. it came to my nine year old waist and was as thick as all three of my normal sized siblings plus me. we couldn't even budge it. 

today of all days, we saw the construction workers off to the side. in the whole six months or however long it had been, i had never ever seen a construction worker there. mama, being herself, along with her four unnormal children walked over to where they were bummin'. she, after breifly making sure they were the workers of this area, asked them if they would be so kind as to use their big CAT machinery (please don't ask me what type. idk.) and haul our precious pinkish rock across the neighborhood to our white and red shuttered house.

grumbling and complaing, one man was all "it's our lunch break, it would be a big deal--" and the other guy was all like "yeah, sure whatever, where's your house?" the good guy won. of course. so we followed the big yellow machine with our precious pink rock and fed them cookies as a thank you offering. dad was surprised when he came home, but really, more like a "how on earth did you get it here?" sort of thing. i don't think he was surprised we had a new rock. how could he?

to be honest. i could write stories after stories like this. back then, i never considered it, "abnormal" it was just what we did. i'm glad our parents (are) raised(ing) us to do what we want and not worry about what others think. i wish i could say i'm %100 this way, but i'm not. but it's not bad to be unnormal. it's bad to be ashamed of every different thing you do. that's not good.


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hi, i'm natalia and i'm not normal and i'm learning to be proud of it. i'm a human. i'm a designer. i'm a photographer. i'm not very funny, but i pretend to be. i'm not very deep, but i pretend to be, you could say i'm a writer. i strive to honor my Creator every.single.day. i honestly believe i was created by the Creator to create. my head is full of unspoken things. and i'm still deciding if i like the quietness of silence more or the soft melodies of music. i'll let you know when i find out. you can check my blog out [x
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Something like a post

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Hannah's brain is fried. She is trying to think, finish two large 4-H projects, write 30,000 words of her book in one month, and write a blog post. All at once.

I just really don't know what to do with myself. I have so much to do, but don't know where to start. Do you ever feel like that? And the worst part is, I have no motivation to do any of it.

I just want to curl up in bed and sleep until July is over and everything will be magically done, and i can enjoy the rest of my Summer.

Ugh! I don't even want to talk about it.

I'm worried. Worried I'm doing something wrong, and that it's all just going to collapse on me in the end.

Oh dear. Help me.

This was my very messy attempt at writing a post when I'm stressed. :)

Clockwork Princess


First Line: "I'm afraid," said the little girl sitting on the bed.

About: A net of shadows begins to tighten around the Shadowhunters of the London Institute. Mortmain plans to use his Infernal Devices, an army of pitiless automatons, to destroy the Shadowhunters. He needs only one last item to complete his plan: he needs Tessa Gray.

Charlotte Branwell, head of the London Institute, is desperate to find Mortmain before he strikes. But when Mortmain abducts Tessa, the boys who lay equal claim to her heart, Jem and Will, will do anything to save her. For though Tessa and Jem are now engaged, Will is as much in love with her as ever.

As those who love Tessa rally to rescue her from Mortmain’s clutches, Tessa realizes that the only person who can save her is herself. But can a single girl, even one who can command the power of angels, face down an entire army?

Danger and betrayal, secrets and enchantment, and the tangled threads of love and loss intertwine as the Shadowhunters are pushed to the very brink of destruction in the breathtaking conclusion to the Infernal Devices trilogy. (goodreads)


Author: Cassandra Clare

Pages: 570

Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books

Review: *Warning: Review Contains Spoilers!*

Me on Independence Day

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Hello, I'm Hannah and I am the most unpatriotic person in the whole of the United States. Yup, that's me.

I can be somewhat of a sour-puss when it comes to Independence day.

When I think of Red, White, and Blue I think of England or France. I don't like bald eagles or sweet iced tea. I'm not really a big fan of anything to do with this country.

I'm a European lass stuck in the area of the USA with the most boring accent. (My dad actually told me that where we live is where the american accent is the most pure... that's just my luck.)

The 4th of July is actually my least favorite holiday of the whole year.

I mean, I get it, I really do, and it's great to celebrate our freedom, I just don't get into it.

To me it's just a normal day with fireworks at the end.... exciting.

I'm sorry if I'm making independence day totally depressing for you, but really. It's hard for me to explain why I don't like this holiday or this country. My siblings think I'm weird, and maybe I am.

I just want to leave this country as soon as I can, if God gives me a way.

Well, happy 4th to you all anyway.


It's Anne... with an 'e'

I have discovered that I had a very deprived childhood... not that my childhood was bad at all, actually I loved my childhood deeply and wish to go back to my warm, fuzzy, soft days of being a little girl. Right now I want to go back to my childhood days to introduce myself to one person; Anne Shirley.

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 You guys might find it hard to believe, but it's true, I haven't ever watched or read anything Anne of Green Gables until April... this April.

When my dear friend (or kindred spirit) Abby heard that I had never watched the Anne movies, she sacrificed whatever big birthday party she had planned and decided to have my sisters and I over to spend the whole night watching Anne. And if you have ever watched those movies, you would know that they aren't short.

I'm talking staying up until 3:00 a.m watching movies... but I regret nothing!

The first thing I thought after watching the movies were "Why haven't I ever watched these before?" the second one was "I have to read the book(s)" ! 
It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will. ~Anne with an 'e'
When I got the first book for my birthday, you better believe I wanted to read it right away.

I have found a real kindred spirit in Anne. Even though I'm not an orphan, and can not sympathize with her over the wretchedness of having red hair, I feel like how most people do. I think the reason people connect with her so well is just... the way she sees the world and all it's beauty in a poetic way, her imagination that gets her through a lot of hard times, and often gets her in trouble.

When the time machine is invented I will go back and give my younger self the Anne of Green Gables book, yes I will. :)

A letter to google expressing my disappointment and stuff

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Dear lovely Google people,

What gives!?

I've been hearing the rumors forever. For more than forever. You said that you were "retiring" Google friend connect, because you thought it was stupid and it would never ever ever be more popular than Google+ (but really, you all need to stop it with Google+, you're just trying too hard, and really, I don't even like Google+ all that much).

You said you were abandoning it, throwing it away, and really I was disappointed.

I thought it was dumb and unfair, and i was very sad at the thought of losing all my followers.

I did what I was supposed to do. I joined bloglovin' I did one of those followmeonbloglovin'becauseIreallydon'twanttoloseallofmyfollowersandmypopularity posts, and added the bloglovin' button on my sidebar so that people would know that they could still follow me, and crossed my fingers that they would switch to bloglovin' before the dreaded July 1st -the day Google friend connect was supposed to go bye-bye.

Okay, I wasn't very excited about losing Google friend connect, but I decided to accept it. I said a silent farewell speech in my head, and braced myself to log into my blogger on July 1st and see no followers link. I actually really liked bloglovin', and was more than willing to use it for my blog reading/following purposes.

I was ready, and I was kind of excited to see no followers and fall into the depths of despair for awhile, and move on with my blog.

I got on my computer this morning, took a deep breath and opened up blogger, and to my surprise, I saw this;


The followers were still there!

I couldn't even morn over my loss, I was just in shock it was still there. After all the hype... even bloglovin' said it was going away!

I mean, really, it seemed like a done deal.

What gives, Google!?

I am so upset. Of course it stinks to lose all of your followers, but you, Google need to learn a lesson in keeping promises.

I might not even talk to you for awhile after this (lies; i am always forced to talk to Google.)

Sincerely,

a very disappointed blogger.
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In all seriousness guys, there is something about... not followers in particular, but just... I don't know. It seems to me that most blogs use their followers as a popularity contest and write posts solely to get on their hands and knees and beg for as many followers as they can get, and then they brag when they get to 58.

They don't realize that behind the number you see on the screen is actually 58 people reading your stuff. Blog writers tend to see the number as just a thing that goes up when your blog is "the best", and frankly it bugs me.

I've gotten several people who will comment saying "Oooh, i love your blooogggg! follow me!" Sometimes they don't even follow your blog, even though they said "I love your blog!", until you follow theirs. It's selfish! (but i kind of fall for it... a lot, because I feel sorry for them.

I wish people didn't care how many followers they have. That they would just post and not care how big the number is, but actually care about the people who love to read their stuff.

I don't know if Google will take Google friend connect down or not, but I don't mind, I know my real followers will find a way to come back. I just love posting, and that's all that matters.

Sincerely,

Hannah :)