A day in the life of....

I've read this on many blogs, so I decided to do this as well. (This will be the only post for the week)

~A day in the life of me~

As I wake up, mom has to put the timer on for me to get dressed. Otherwise I'll

relax on my bed reading a book, half dressed. Then usually I get dressed, wander around the
kitchen, and take some cereal. I'll slowly chomp it, probably daydream a little, until mom
breaks me into  the usual fast paced mornings. Then we dash of to school, Chloe ignoring all
conversation, her earphones shoved in her ears.
Yesterday we got our Cycle Tests back.
I was a tiny bit  worried at first. I felt a tiny pang of anticipation.
No. Think Zen.
Think calm.
So some how, I manage to nonchalantly carry on staring in my desk. Then ma'am calls me up.
The first mark I see, well, it's bad, for an A student.  I  draw in a sharp  breath. I thought I had done
so well!
Suck it up, cupcake! I thought.
But no, ma'am was pointing at a different paper.
I'll not tell you my mark.
Ok, well, it was good.
I will tell you I got full marks for the story section! :)
Got to go.
Being Zen,
Hannah

No comment :/

Some people are so sweet.
Like this, for example.
Janazza

OMGB Oh My Gummy Bears!!! your eyes are beautiful. I so wish my eyes were that color of brown like yours !
This was on project inspired. It was a picture of me without make up.
I've noticed Iv'e been  moody after the last few posts. Bear with me. I'm a teenager. So today
It's only going to be good things I say.
1. All Sims 3 babies are beautiful-like in that picture
2. My blog only has 2 members- but 60 views
3. I'm obsessed about weddings- and dream of being a wedding planner
4. I'm writing 3 books at the same time: Green Bee, Drought and Wedding Planner
5. I want to have 2 boys in my early to mid twenties- Chase and Matthew- and then a girl- Bella- in my  early thirties
6. I love my school
7. I love my doggy Rose so much I wish she was my real child.
8. I love my family so much
9. I hate llamas
10. I love my Grandad and Gran so much- even with some technical difficulties on his computer!
11. I hope that someone will actually comment on this post
Hannah
Oh, and please excuse the random number.

7.

Changing room and The Browns

I hate us girls all changing together. They always have their catty whispers at me, or at other large girls. So all I do is shove on my shirt with my head held high, not caring if I'm a size 8 or a 4 (for you Americans, a 4 is a zero.) Right now my only friends is this blog and TLC. My FAVOURITE show is Sister Wives. Who cares if some people don't like it? They carry on with their lives, and THAT'S what I find right with this, bubbling, busy family. They're all so close to each other. It doesn't matter what I believe in, they seem to be happy and that's what matters. Here are a few demotional and shocking things:

I have never shaved, even seen, a llama.

I will never have a boyfriend and end up being a warty toothless nun.

I'm talking, and no-one's listening.

Project Inspired- Let it inspire you, too!

Ok, I was a bit sceptical at first. I mean, where do you really find an ex- supermodel not trying to scam you? But that's before Project Inspired. I now see that Nicole, is not a con woman but in fact someone who loves God. This website has really inspired me, and helped me on my journey. I hope you all are inspired too.

http://www.projectinspired.com/

Look out for beyourself. I'm commonly commenting on posts and in Girl Talk!

Be inspired,

Hannah.

What did I expect?

I can't stop posting even though no-ones listening.

Oh well.

We went to Church today.

I alter served. Nothing new.

I still find myself pushing Him away. Why am I doing this?

Am I still one of His children?

I recently read a blog of someones. They said, and I quote: "The Bible was probably made up by someone and made segments of it called "Matthew, Luke, John ect." It may be a hoax, and sorry to break it to you, probably is"

If you're an atheist, look away.

Stupid cow.

You may look here again.

And now, here I am, on the world's most uncomfortable couch, my wrist in agony (cut it with a toenail) and the smell of brownies drifting though the air, as well as my sweat mixed together. Not so pleasant.

Suddenly my mom bursts through, shouting , "Hannah! Hannah!" at the top of her voice, like I couldn't hear her. In a sulky teenager (typical) way, I waited after 3 calls until replying, "Coming!"

I wondered into the kitchen, and sat myself down at the breakfast nook.

It took a bite out the brownie.

Ok, this is pretty good.

Ah, yet again hormones. That willed me to keep my mouth shut and just shovel that rich brownie and that creamy chocolate sauce in by the dozen.

I'm still busy looking for the purity ring.

Hey guys, If you've got one to sell (hopefully only because you are now married!) comment <3

Remember to always shave your llama,

Hannah.

That's me. Hannah Amy Mitchell, 12 -going on 13. I sometimes wish my name was something stylish, like my sister Chloe's. She was lucky, she got the nice middle name as well. Ashley. I'm a bit excited to go back to school. Get off Facebook, pull myself off the couch and get some life into me. Maybe finish this chapter in my book.

I've been taking a break right now, because I don't- ok, well, I'm lazy. Especially during the holidays.

To change the subject, I'm looking for a purity ring. I just want to put my promise in black and white.

Oh well. Enjoy life.

Hannah.

Welcome To The Jungle

Welcome to my life, welcome to the knots of my life. Not as knotty as my hair, though. Bushy and crazy. But I'm not here to talk about my hair. I'm here to talk about my life.