Four weeks ago, and I feel like I'm swimming back to the surface.
Been taking photos and editing a lot lately. Joined a photography website. You can see my profile here: JPG Mag - KrakenSkulls On this website, you can enter contests, win cash prizes, get some honest feedback. Yah. I'm all about it. Following dad's steps in photography. Only this is not the day and age to open up a one-hour studio like he did. I'm still going to pursue writing in some way. What if I created my own magazine of sorts? Yeah. That'd be ideal. An "e-zine", if you will.
Looking to move into my boyfriend's parents' warehouse sometime. I understand my mother is lonely without my dad around, and she leans a great deal of her support on me... But facts are facts. And the facts are that she's driving me crazy. I need out. I need some space. I don't believe I've been given adequate time solely to myself without anybody else around. Even if I don't go out at night, I'm still here at the house and in my room with my mother right outside the door if I come out. It drives me nuts. I need to flee the nest regardless of the circumstances.
I'm pretty excited for the fall/spring semesters coming up. I filled out my FAFSA and I'm looking to receive a generous Pell grant along with a hefty student loan. Now... I know the world of student loans. I'm still paying mine off from '06 - '07. BUT! I want to be done with school. I want my English degree in my damned hands as soon as possible. And with that being said, I'm going to quit working as much and go back to school full time starting in the fall. Knock that shit out. I hate my jobs, and this will be a perfect opportunity to back out of work, live off of my loans/grant, and leaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrn. Hopefully. We'll see how it goes.
That's about all I have to say. Here are some photos and a song while you look at them.
Favorite bar in downtown Pensacola, Jackalope's. Maximum occupancy is 12.
At Jerry's Drive-In. Delicious fucking food.
See what I mean?
My boyfriend is silly.
We're both silly!
Getting some bubbles.
Adios.
Been taking photos and editing a lot lately. Joined a photography website. You can see my profile here: JPG Mag - KrakenSkulls On this website, you can enter contests, win cash prizes, get some honest feedback. Yah. I'm all about it. Following dad's steps in photography. Only this is not the day and age to open up a one-hour studio like he did. I'm still going to pursue writing in some way. What if I created my own magazine of sorts? Yeah. That'd be ideal. An "e-zine", if you will.
Looking to move into my boyfriend's parents' warehouse sometime. I understand my mother is lonely without my dad around, and she leans a great deal of her support on me... But facts are facts. And the facts are that she's driving me crazy. I need out. I need some space. I don't believe I've been given adequate time solely to myself without anybody else around. Even if I don't go out at night, I'm still here at the house and in my room with my mother right outside the door if I come out. It drives me nuts. I need to flee the nest regardless of the circumstances.
I'm pretty excited for the fall/spring semesters coming up. I filled out my FAFSA and I'm looking to receive a generous Pell grant along with a hefty student loan. Now... I know the world of student loans. I'm still paying mine off from '06 - '07. BUT! I want to be done with school. I want my English degree in my damned hands as soon as possible. And with that being said, I'm going to quit working as much and go back to school full time starting in the fall. Knock that shit out. I hate my jobs, and this will be a perfect opportunity to back out of work, live off of my loans/grant, and leaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrn. Hopefully. We'll see how it goes.
That's about all I have to say. Here are some photos and a song while you look at them.
Favorite bar in downtown Pensacola, Jackalope's. Maximum occupancy is 12.
At Jerry's Drive-In. Delicious fucking food.
See what I mean?
My boyfriend is silly.
We're both silly!
Getting some bubbles.
Adios.
It's been over a week since my Dad died. The past week was very unhinging, but I'm trying to reclaim all that's left of me now.
Godspeed, Daddy. 1943 - 2011.
On my way to the hospital this morning, I was listening to my dad's favorite Pink Floyd album. Ever since I was a kid, he'd turn up "Time" and go, "Yea! This is real rock n' roll!" in a thick Mississippi accent.
I made it to the hospital around 7:30am. My brother, sister-in-law, and aunt were outside the room crying. My brother hugged me and said he passed away already. I immediately felt the "I was too late" notion, but I shook it off knowing that when I saw my dad yesterday in the hospital, the last words we exchanged were, "I love you" and "I love you too" and that's all that mattered.
It's very surreal to see my dad laying there, looking like he's asleep, but knowing that he's not going to wake up. I felt his hands and his head. He was still warm and his hands didn't begin feeling cold until after about 45 minutes when we all decided to leave. I was left alone with him to say my goodbyes, and I hugged him and kissed his head.
A new journey awaits.
On my way to the hospital this morning, I was listening to my dad's favorite Pink Floyd album. Ever since I was a kid, he'd turn up "Time" and go, "Yea! This is real rock n' roll!" in a thick Mississippi accent.
I made it to the hospital around 7:30am. My brother, sister-in-law, and aunt were outside the room crying. My brother hugged me and said he passed away already. I immediately felt the "I was too late" notion, but I shook it off knowing that when I saw my dad yesterday in the hospital, the last words we exchanged were, "I love you" and "I love you too" and that's all that mattered.
It's very surreal to see my dad laying there, looking like he's asleep, but knowing that he's not going to wake up. I felt his hands and his head. He was still warm and his hands didn't begin feeling cold until after about 45 minutes when we all decided to leave. I was left alone with him to say my goodbyes, and I hugged him and kissed his head.
A new journey awaits.
Went to the beach on Friday. 'Twas really nice. UNTIL!!!
The she-beast emerges from the sands!
The she-beast emerges from the sands!
YAHH!!!! Got accepted into the "Comedy Workshop" at Cracked.com so I can write articles and if my wits provide adequate laughter and popularity among the editors, I get paid good ol' American dollars. Pretty much anybody can get into the workshop. The real deal will be if I actually keep trying to get articles submitted successfully.
So happy right now.
Drinking wine for personal celebrations.
So happy right now.
Drinking wine for personal celebrations.S'been goin' awn.
- Term paper due and last day of class on Wednesday... EEP!
- Just got over a bit of a sinus infection. Took a few days off and had a chance to regroup my psyche. Feeling like the ol' Hannah is back for once.
- Bleached a streak into my hair. Simple yet effective.
- Registered to join a workshop on Cracked.com in order to write articles and MAYBE even get paid for it. Bam!
TO VICTORY, COMRADES!
This sauna known as Florida can make you look like a dirty hippie within 10 minutes of being outside the house.
