Time & Love is All We've Got

 Dear Hunter,

You are gone this weekend. This makes me a sad little girl. But also happy because I know you're having fun doing, you know, manly things. Whatever manly things even means. It makes me realize how much it's going to suck in a few weeks when I leave for school. But you know what? That smile above gives me confidence. I know everything is going to be fine. Not necessarily easy. But fine. I hope you have fun this weekend, and please don't injure yourself. I sort of like you in one piece, exactly how you are. 

It's only eight o'clock on Friday night, but I already miss talking to you. I know, I'm horrid. Okay... Monday can hurry up now :)

Yours Always,

Fountain of Awesomeness 

Currently...

Red Toms; Lace Baseball Tee- Aeropostale; Jeans- Delia's; Pandora Bracelets; Sailor Knot Bracelet; Anchor Necklace- Kameleon 

Loving Neutrogena Deep Clean Cleanser/Mask. It is seriously one of the better face washes I've tried and I've tried quite a few. It just makes my face feel... wonderful!

Reading Wuthering Heights. I'm actually really into classic literature and I'm loving it.

Watching girls gymnastics! Well... not now. But ever since the Olympics started I've been an avid watcher of the girls gymnastics team. They're just so good! I've also been watching the Lizzie Bennet Diaries . If you like Pride & Prejudice you will absolutely adore this. I'm dying to meet Darcy!

Thinking about how I'm going to spend this weekend. Hunter's going away with Tanner and some other boys for a guys camping trip this weekend, and I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with myself. Well. Work. Beach? I don't know.

Anticipating the Pandora trunk show that we're having in mid-Septemeber. I'll be coming home for it and I already have a plan of what I'll be purchasing. You know, because I'm definitely in need of a third bracelet.

Listening to Once Again by Rob Vischer. If you haven't heard of him... look him up. He's amazing. And I just love his songs.

Working on packing up some things for school. I'm trying to make lists and such, but I'm still so worried about forgetting stuff. I know I have a few weeks, but still. I want to remember everything.

Wishing that summer lasted all year long.

How It Flies...

I am simply blown away with how quickly this summer has gone by, not to say it's over by any means. I can't believe that in a mere twenty-two days I'll be leaving Bliss for Indiana. Starting my college career. I am trying to be overly excited about it {I am excited} to cover up my complete terror and fear. Fear of leaving. Of being without Noey, and Hunter. Of not doing well enough in my classes. Of being weird and that my roommate will hate me. Staying here seems like such a safer option. Here I have my family. And my house. And Hunter. And everything is... comfortable. And that's why I want to leave. Is that odd? Wanting to leave because I'm comfortable? But I want to grow as a person, I want to become all that I'm meant to become and sometimes the only way to truly do that is if you step out of your comfort zone a little. Or a lot. 

I'm scared.

But I'm excited.

I'll Be Your Life-Long Kissing Booth

Hi.

My name is Hannah. I'm eighteen.

I'm four foot ten inches short {Not tall}.

I enjoy anything Mango, and I'm really fond of beverages.

I hum a lot. And sing to myself.

That's Hunter. He's seventeen.

He's a lot taller than me.

He enjoys running, and loves Gatorade {Even though Hannah prefers Powerade}. 

He laughs a lot and cracks corny jokes. 

{Also a really good singer, just won't admit it.}

Most important thing about us?

We love each other. 

A whole freaking bunch. 

Wall Flower

 I'm headed off to Mancelona Camp this week, so I have a few scheduled posts. I apologize for the fact that I won't be able to mod comments until I come back, but don't let that stop you from talking back to me!

The other day we spent a wonderful day at the beach, shocker there. I'm basically a complete beach bum. But whatevs. Gosh, my lips look so dry in that first picture. I swear I use lip balm 24/7 but the dryness continues. Maybe that's a sign that I need to drink more water? Probably. Noey said that the third picture was weird, but I just liked it. I'm not sure. 

I've been reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and although it's good I'm not exactly sure what to think about it. It's definitely a unique book. 

Well, I'm off to catch a few more rays before work and then pack for camp afterwards... which may be weird to say because if you're reading this I'm already at camp. But whatever. You understand me. 

Life's Tough... Get A Helmet

Cheetah Bandeau- Victoria's Secret; Grey Racerback- Victoria's Secret; Denim Shorts- JC Penney {4 years old!}

Who's a very happy camper and has two thumbs?

This kid. 

Who just got a huge package from Victoria's Secret? 

This kid.

Who doesn't have to work for the next two days?

... If you didn't answer "this kid" something's wrong with you lady, or Hunter. Seeing as Hunter is probably the only male specimen who reads my blog. 

After eight long days of working, I finally have two days off! I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with myself... okay. I do know what I'm going to do with myself. Send out thank you cards. Go to the beach. See Hunter. Go to the beach. Oh, and go to the beach. 

I've been thinking a lot about negativity and how it affects me. Affects everyone. And, then, when Michelle wrote about "Having it All" and how we as bloggers almost try to make it appear as if we have it all I wondered if I have that impression on people. That because I generally only write about good things if people think nothing crappy ever happens to me. I guess my reasoning for being mostly positive on Ivory Giraffes is because it helps me be more positive in real life. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not always this happy in real life. 

I have lots of bad days. 

I have coworkers who I do not get along with, and sometimes I'm not very nice to Hunter. 

There are lots of days where I fight with my Mama, and when I take the things I have for granted. I pee my pants. I get overwhelmed. I've had so many falling-outs with friends I held dear, and some of the falling-out was my fault. 

And writing things like this is why I love blogging. I love that we're all real people, and most of us don't try and make it out like everything is all great all the time but a lot of us do try and remain positive. We're not celebrities, we're just people with passion. 

Time is Love

Hollister shirt- Thrifted; Jean Shorts- JC Penney; Pandora Champagne D! & Giraffe Murano; 

I'm so. Freaking. Behind. on posting pictures of my cuter outfits. {And, heck, here I don't even have a full body picture. It's a long story I shan't bore you with.} I seriously wore this over two weeks ago when I went to my good friend's graduation party. Yeah, I'm bad. Even though I'm generally not a Hollister type of gal, I'm really loving this shirt. The gingham {Or is this plaid?}, the color, the fit. Everything about it. And these shorts. I've been wearing them practically nonstop whenever I'm not at work, as I'm not allowed to wear shorts to work. Boo! 

Life lately has consisted of: Beach. Work. More beach. And I'm becoming really burned out right now with the whole working thing. Seriously. My next day off is Thursday and my last day off was Tuesday before the fourth. That'll be eight days. Eight whole days! Now, I understand that I generally work six hour shifts, but still. Thats a lot of days without a break, amirite? 

The giraffe print bead is one of my newer additions to my ever growing Pandora collection. When I saw this about a month ago I knew I had to have, obviously. Plus, it looks so dang good on this champagne leather bracelet. Sometime I'll have to show you all my somewhat extensive collection. Also, I just recently got this star of David necklace from my dear Aunt Sandi when she was up for my grad party. I'm completely in love with it, and I think it's a cute little pun to have. {Don't get it? My Daddy's name is David... I'm quite literally the star of David. Ha.} I'm so huge on layering little necklaces that I've just been wearing this and my one from Hunter constantly. 

Alllllrighty, then. I'm gonna head off to the beach for a few hours before I go to work. Woot! Woot! 

I Wanna Love Like Johnny & June

June was a really great month. It was sad. It was happy. It was everything, and what better way is there to be?

On The Blog-

• Ivory Giraffes had 17 posts {One of the lowest since October... hey. I was busy!}. 2,692 page views, which is about a hundred more than last month. I was pleasantly surprised by that, only because I had about half the posts of last month. Weeeeird. And. And. AND. I had 3 new followers. Up to 52, and you know what that means! A giveaway to be happening shortly!!
• In all honesty, not a lot of "special" things happened on the blog this month. I didn't post much. I didn't interact much. It was lame. But life was great. Sometimes thats what happens though, you know? You have to take a little break from something you love so that you can remember to enjoy everything else. 

Off The Blog-

• Casie moved away. Bummer of my life. But I'm really happy for her. She's already had a few interpreting jobs lined up, and get this: will be going on cruise for one of those jobs to Alaska! How lucky is she? 
• I had my graduation party! Finally! After much preparation everything went smoothly and I couldn't have asked for a better day. Everyone I wanted to be there was there. Everything looked cute. I had fun. 
• Work is finally in full swing, which makes for a happy Hannah! 
• I crashed on my moped. Which was so awesome of me, but in the end really hurts. It's been two weeks and its finally starting to heal up properly. 
• The beach. The beach. The beach. This last week alone I've went nearly everyday, and there is nothing better than that, I tell you! 
• Hunter. Oh, Hunter. This month I've got to spend more time with him than usually two or three months during the school year combined. It makes for a much happier Hannah. 

Well, hopefully I'll see you around the blogosphere!

Oh! Forever.

I hate that I've been lacking in the "quality posts" department, but what with the DSLR not working properly I haven't had any way to take quality pictures. I have worn some cute outfits, so if I can find a way to take cute pictures I shall.

In other news, I've been reading Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. Noey and I have been dying to read this book for ages, and when I got a gift certificate to one of my favorite local bookstores I knew precisely what I'd be getting. So on Monday I went marching down there, with my favorite boy in tow, and bought me a book!

Actually, not to deviate from talk of vampires, but Monday was an exceptionally interesting day. Hunter and I were in the great city of Mackinaw going to see the movie Brave {Which, neither of us enjoyed, I might add.} and run some errands. When I picked him up at his house with my '87 Ford pick-me-up truck I knew something was a little off with my brakes but I was already halfwayish to Mackinaw, so why stop now right? We get up there, and slowly the brakes are acting better and better, so I think nothing of it. We parked near the theater but we were a half hour early so we just started walking around, and ended up at the bookstore. We saw the movie. Didn't like it. Then we went to "my store" and bought my bead. When we got back to my truck I turned her on, she roared as usual, and we went on our merry way... until we had to stop at the next stop sign. I put the pedal to the floor and nothing. At all. Lucky, so lucky, for us there was barely any traffic so we were able to pull out and keep going slow till we got to the gas station. Where I proceeded to slam it into park so I wouldn't run into the building. We went inside, got some delish drinks, and hopped back in the truck to discuss what we'd do. It was decided that we shouldn't remain parked where we were, I cautiously drove it behind the store. We then called Tanner and his Dad to come help up. All in all, everything ended up alright. But my brakes are goners. Which isn't good, obs.

See? I lead an extremely interesting life. 


Somebody... please see how my title is funny. Anybody? No? Okay... 

In Which I Call It Like I See It

Life is just an allotted amount of time we have to do big things, to make people notice us so that we can live forever in their memories. And we're all screaming, jumping up and down, doing practically anything to make others see us, but no one does. Mainly because they're all preoccupied doing the same darn thing. We all pretend that we like it that way. That we don't want any attention. But we're just kidding ourselves. No one wants to be forgotten. To die and have not a single soul remember them. All of us, the whole human race, tries to act so tough. Like nothing anyone says or does to us even hurts us. But our whole charade is BS. Everyone is just begging for everyone else to care. But you know? You want it. I want it. Everyone else wants it. So don't we be the ones to step out? To say, "Hey. I see that you're going through a hard time. I get that you're really sad, and you just want someone to say they care. So, here I am. I care." We all just want to be pursued.

... I wrote this in my journal the other day {Some mild editing since then} when I was at the beach. By myself. Being sad and depressed about the fact that one of my favorite people in the world had moved away. I'm wounded. Not just by her moving, but by everyday life. We're all so wounded, but no one ever goes to be the bigger person and say "Hey. I'm wounded too. Just like you." That's all any of us wants. Some recognition.

I don't care who you are. You're wounded. I know it. This isn't just an assumption about you, it's something that I know for a fact. We all have our wounds. Some different than others, but all the same. The same in that they hurt. And they're real. Whether your best friend turned her back on you, your dog died, or your Mom is in the hospital. They're all equal pains. And here I am saying, I'm wounded too. Sometimes I let my wounds define me, even. Sometimes I let them control me. A lot of the time I let them control me. And I'm really sick of pretending I'm alright all the time. It's exhausting. 

I Love You...

Goodmorning texts. You're wonderful and make my day start off all happy-like. 


Sunshine. You make my skin brown and my heart smile. 


New phone. You have Internet and Instagram, you are seriously a wonderful invention. 


Nailpolish. You make my fingers and toes pretty and not all naked. 


German men by the pool side. I could listen to you yelling at each other all day long, so please continue to do so in your foreign tongue. 


Dolphins. You make my Mother happy. (So happy, in fact, that she skipped a step and landed on her bum.) 


McDonalds. You have the best sweet tea a girl could ask for. Seriously. I can feel you eroding my teeth, but I love you anyways. 


Shang the Pillow Pet Panda. You give me something to cuddle with, and everyone knows how much I love cuddles.


Sydney. For giving me this idea, and for posting adorable videos of your baby.  


Hunter. I miss you so much, and I can't want to see your freckled face and blue eyes in a couple of days. I can't believe how much I've missed you over this week, it's crazy. I'm excited to see you in your track meet Friday. 
P.S. Out of all these things, I love you most.