Warning: vague blog alert!
Spode said I needed to tone down the panic in my voice of this blog. So here's my attempt. I'm excited in this new maybe something.
Well, it looks like the drought may be over. Hannah may have a date! However, in true Hannah fashion, I've spent the last 12 hours analyzing and overanalyzing scenarios in my head that may never happen. I get so weird with boys. I can seldom enjoy the place that I'm in because in my mind, I'm already picturing what happens when this? What happens when that?
A simple chocolate shake at Braum's is all that it takes to get my mind rolling forward. I start to think about what happens now.... what happens next week...
I am a deer in the headlights when it comes to potential relationships. I'm good at being casual about friendships until it becomes real and then I realize exactly where I am and what I've been doing and then this buzzer goes off in my brain "warning! warning! warning! this has gone too far too quickly! run away! run away!"
Because of this not being able to take one step without analyzing how the next 17 will go, I've developed a deep aversion for boys with J-names, pushy boys with J-names (and said J-Names probably shudder in terror when they think back on the emotional roller coaster I strapped them into). I also know that I don't communicate well when I'm in the panic mode. I shut down and instead of saying what I really need, what I really want, I choose to walk away because it's easier and it's safer.
My future husband's got a peice of work on his hands. Remind me to ask him how he got me not to freak out and run away.
That's all for now...
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Minding my J's and T's
Posted by hannah at 10:01 AM
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yay for dates!!!!
Lot's of good J-men in this world.
Jesus. Jones, of Indiana Jones. Jerry, of Tom and Jerry. J.R.R. Tolkien, he who gave us the dreadfully trite Lord of the Rings books that Jackson, of Peter Jackson, so epicly brought to the silver screen. Jackman, of Hugh Jackman, who is Wolverine and needs no further introduction. Jemima, of Aunt Jemima, who brought us that wonderful syrup and is a hero to young negro syrup farmers everywhere. Jerry, as in Jerry Bruckheimer, without whom such classics as Pirates of the Caribbean, Bad Boys, and Pearl harbor would not exist. Jean-Luc Piccard, the captain of the Enterprise in Star Tek: The Next Generation, and is bald. Journey, the band, one of the greatest in the world. Jerri, the chick from Survivor: the Australian Outback, whom was quite the little witch. Junior, as in Junior Mint, a tasty little snack.
But yeah. I've found that certain names always end up being attributed to certain things, ideas, ways, or disasters.
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