You be the Mommy, and I'll be the Daddy.

TOGETHER AGAIN!! The band is back together! Yibbsy is BACK! Reunited. We are a unit!

Ok, so Poncho is back from Arizona, and I am back from K-town. And it's great. We shared our Christmas presents (but Clara wasn't allowed to touch mine) and we danced in the kitchen whilst making dinner. Dinner was an improvised enchilada dish, in case you were wondering. It was delish.

SO MUCH DANCING. To the tune: Discovery- So Insane... perhaps we will post a video of dancing in the kitchen... but only at your adamant request.

So. To address the title. While we were cooking, well, actually I think we were setting the table. Clara says, "lets put the two guests where we generally sit"

"Mmk. Oh, good, we can take the ends of the table, like the matriarch and patriarch! Mahahaha!"

"hhahahahhaaaa!!"

but then it got real.
Because then we started really analyzing it. Our gender roles...that is.
I'm the Mommy, and Clara is the Daddy. Here's why:
Hannah- Well, should we look at a recipe first, for refrence?
Clara- Naw, we'll just throw some food in a pan, bake it, and make 'um eat it.
Hannah- Ok hunny, if you think that's best.
Clara- Lets just throw on some more hot sauce!
Hannah- Is everyone going to like it?
Clara- Oh... Hm. Well, maybe just a little then.

Ok, so, right now it makes like no sense, but trust me, it works.

* * * * * * * *

Hannah then proceeded to have her token cheerleader moment. You all know what I'm talking about....that moment when you inadvertently say something incredibly bitchy in the midst of a longer rant. In this case their was a certain Bainbridge babe involved. It's not Hannah's fault that she's incredibly good looking and thoughtful. And has a better hair cut....Hannah.......

And then I introduced Hannah to a Laura Marling song that literally emotionally derailed us and then basically annihilated any sense of pride we had for any of our creative endeavors.

But currently we are sitting in the dungeon enjoying some rather scandalous mints and rummaging through Hannah's brand new....let's just call it literature, with...ornaments. Intrigue.

I LOOOOOOOVE HANNAH! and we are very ready to get back to some marvelous people.

Sincerely, 

Llama and Poncho

The Morning After

Dear Clara,
This isn't a post about birth-control, sorry about the misleading title. No, this is a post about my least favourite day of THE WHOLE YEAR: They day after Christmas. This year it is especially awful, for a multitude of reasons. One, because we are separated. This is a time for family and friends, and now that you are this hybrid of family and friend, it feels wrong that we are not in close physical proximity. You know, they tell you that it's a time for family and friends, but everyone knows it's really just family. If you try and hang out with friends, your mom or dad look at you, and then say things like,
"Well, if you really think now is a good time." and
"Well, if its really important to you..." or,
 "Its two days before Christmas! Its family time." or,
"Its two days after Christmas, its still family time." it never ends.
Christmas: You will never see your friends again. Even if my parents don't say those things, I know. I don't even try anymore. And none of it even matters because my cuddly Poncho is  A GAZZILION MILES AWAY, FRATERNIZING WITH CACTI. Yuck.


Reasons number two: Homework. Winter Break homework is a bitch. (ooh, the black keys just came on my iTunes shuffle, so this is about to be a very angsty rant.) So, break starts, and the work disappears for awhile. You think: I'll do it after Christmas, its not that much work. Lies. I have so much work, and by so much work, I mean the fact that I have work at all. When we began attending SOTA, one of the many perks was that winter break was 3 WEEKS of fantastical, wintry playtime/sleepy time, AND that the semester ended at winter break! Ergo, three of the least stressful weeks you will ever have in your life. Well, we had that strike in September that screwed a lot of people over. I mean, the whole thing was just a giant poo-fest. And it carried over. INTO MY LIFE. Into my stress-free, fantastical wintry sleepy/play time. So, I am still in bed, staring at my pile of unwrapped goodies, trying to pretend that I don't have a veritable mountain of things to actually think about and accomplish.


Which brings us to the other portion of our program: Unwrapped presents. Presents are at the height of their being when they are in the process of being ripped of their mystique. Right now, however, they are sad. They are no longer presents. It's just a pile of stuff that's yours now. If we were between the ages of 2 and 7, this would not be the case. Well, maybe a little bit, because toys loose their magic a little, but at least it's a toy. When you get older, you don't get a lego set or a doll, you get clothes and useful things. It blows. Because come the morning after, you are sad that you have nothing to play with. The highlight of the 26th is running around between all the other depressed people at the mall, returning what doesn't fit.


Poncho, I miss you, because I got quite a few fun things for Christmas, but I don't have you to share them with. (By share, I mean let you look, you can't actually touch my new things. They are mine.) I can't wait for you to come back from Cactus-land, and I can't wait to escape the hellish gray of Kitsap County. Dear God, there are no useful buses here. It's a giant trap, made to look like a quaint, suburban  area. It's doing nothing for my disposition. I hate today.


-Hannah (the very unhappy holiday Llama)


P.S. Sorry for all the CAPS. It's a hard day for me...

Christmas With Cacti

Hello all! I do hope this blog finds you enjoying your Christmas eve with awesome people and awesome (most likely artery clogging) foods of various types. And if Christmas is not your winter celebration of choice then I hope your other festivities are going well.

I am spending Christmas in southern Arizona, known to me as the moon, and to others as land of drug running and retirement communities. I would like to say now that all of these titles are accurate in their own ways. Basically it's a whole lotta nothin. Except old people. They all smell like lotion and prescriptions. Bt they're still pretty cool folks. Just not quite as upbeat as all of you, our fabulous young readership.

There is one good thing about this predicament I'm in however: the view. I've tried to capture it for you below but wouldn't you know it, iPads don't have telephoto capabilities. Still, it'll give you the general idea.
Never mind...apparently iPads also don't let you upload photos from themselves onto blogger. Someday I will get it up here.

I would like to take a moment to mention a few lovely people whom we neglected to mention in our shout-out post, chief among them are Spencer Towler, North Foulon, etc. We're terribly silly and can't believe we left you out. You guys are magical and we greatly appreciate your presence in our lives.

Oh one other positive thing about Arizona...so much songwriting time. It's extremely therapeutic. Except that I caved and wrote a song about love. I must now find the nearest rattlesnake hovel and stick my head into it until my usual practical non-love inclined sensibilities come back to me. Until then I can only leave you with intrigue a to the nature of this ditty.

Alas! I've mastered the iPad! So here is a photo of the surroundings I find myself in and I hope that you are equally appreciative of your own wherever they may be. Happy solstice and

Wish List

Today is the last day before we FINALLY get out for break. We have yet to write a wishlist, we have been consumed by essays and literary analysissisis and other school final-y things. So, as we finally wind down and prepare our selves for the festivities, we can think a little about what we want to do, not what we need to get done. Here is our holiday wish-list (eh hem hem... mom and dad) for this year!

1) Whirled Peas
2) The withdrawal of troops from Afganistan (Oh wait, that just happened! Thanks Santa! Or... Obama. Same diff.)
3)Smart Wool Socks
4) Unlimited iTunes spending
5) For Anthropology to magically be affordable (by either us winning the lottery, or them lowering their prices. Either of these scenarios will be acceptable).
6) A hot date. Heated to 97-99 degrees preferably.
7) No homework ever again!
8) A new, giant, super-mega-snuggly sweater.
9) Health care fo 'erry body!
10) Llama specific: A giant claw-foot bathtub and a wing-back chair.
11) Poncho specific: acceptance to NYU and full ride scholarship (that shits EXPENSIVE!)
12) No depression on December 26th (it's the worst day of the year, because the next Christmas is a whole year away.)
13) That house boat from Sleepless in Seattle
14) Yarn (yeah, we're both hella crafty)
15) A puppy!
16) A baby (please include the gift receipt, we only want it for day or two)
17) Cute things that make us explode with cuteness.
18) Cool books about cool people (maybe with some cool pictures) so we can keep being so cool.
19) Candy, cookies, cakes, potatoes, bread, tasty things.
20) And most of all, we want to have a really nice Christmas this year. It's our last Christmas as "kids". Next year we will be 18, and in the middle of our first year at College. Yes, Christmas has lost some of its magic (I no longer throw carrots on my lawn for the reindeer, I hope they don't mind...) but its a time for family and friends, and we want to get the most out of this one. For this year we will be given the gift of adult-hood. And I can't really decide if I want that gift yet or not. Sometimes I do, and some times I want to stay up trying to hear the sleigh bells ring as they slide onto my roof on Christmas eve. In any case, this will be a merry Christmas. We can tell, trust us.


Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!
Love
Llama and Poncho

Happy Chrismachanakwanza-time!!

Hello dear friends. Terribly sorry about the lack of bloggage of late. Dear Hannah and I have been slowly picking our ways out from beneath the giant pile of shit that is senior year. Here's what we look like right now:

Almost a month ago now we saw Noah & the Whale in Seattle. I expected it to be really mellow and nice, but it was loud and AWESOME! And it looked sorta like this:

And that was great. I'm having trouble formulating so here is a nice list for you.

1. Hannah applied to Pacific and PSU!
2. I applied to all 5 of my schools and submitted a pre-screen to the USC songwriting program
3. I learned to use a nifty knitter
4. I am now making hats for everyone I know
5. Hannah and I both read When Heaven and Earth Changed Places
6. Based on number five it is needless to say that we've spent the subsequent weeks very depressed
7. There was a lot of working social time
8. I learned to love members of the junior and sophomore classes
9. There have been a lot of performances that we've either attended or been in
10. Brownies have been consumed....along with carbs of all kinds...we don't discriminate
11. Hannah and I both wrote songs, and performed them
12. Someone made me the best mix cd I've ever gotten

The two of us are jolly as can be. Except not. We're actually just sleep deprived and are therefore tricked into false phases of euphoria to cope. Oh, our school was in the newspaper. It's pretty fabulous.

Okie doke, it's time for some shout-outs:

Ellie Fox--you're phenomenal and stunning and we love you. He fake cries but cries on bike rides.

Rosie Koppelman--you are a new friend to me and I love you. You're rad. And a great pirate.

Demi Glidden--oh my Swede. Ne'er have I loved a leggy blonde like you. 

Piper Foulon--I wrote you a song. And right now I envision Lord Lollipop as the accompanying minstrel.

Laurel Garrett--you're dating someone. good for you. But actually I love you. Sorry we're so goddamn bitter.

Barbara Sanchez--you light up my life. I adore dancing and singing with you. EVERYWHERE.

Nick Vargish--I want to congratulate you again on closing. Also you're a great volvo owning man.

Jordan Hightower--thanks for helping Hannah with her senior project. We adore you.

And to Clay Snell, Levi Gostelli, Adam Caswell, Livey Beha, Cody Kissner, Skyler Osler, Ian Jury, David Pierce, Mitchell Babbington, Alex Williams, and Shoshona Glickman for restoring our faith in underclassmen.

And to all the marvelous staff at our majestic arts school who put up with us every single day.

To close I would like to say that I hope your Christmas is cold, and wintery like this:

As opposed to deserty and not cold like mine will be.

damn you Arizona.

Well, happy holidays of all varieties, religions, etc. Enjoy the imminent winter solstice and take some time to snuggle down with your buds until the next post.

Terribly Sorry.

So we've been really busy. This isn't a real post, but you'll get one soon. Until we manage to scrape a good ol fashion post together, here's a little something to tide you over:











"Help! My mind is being taken over by college apps. I'm not strong enough!"




 We won't sleep this well until June 11th.

Hope your thanksgivings were bountiful!

-Llama and Poncho

Happy Sunday Kids! Its me, Hannah. 

For those of you readers that didn't know, I have three younger siblings. Harper is 14, and Flynn and Turner are 12 (this means that they are twins. No they are not identical, one is a girl, and one is a boy.) Clara gets to hear about them all the time. I talk about them a lot. So to keep you all in the loop, I'm doing a post about them.

This is chronicle of questions that have been asked of me as the eldest sibling, and my responses.

Harper (age 9)- Do you wear a bra?

Me (age 12)- Duh. Its called a training bra. Don't look at me when I change!

Flynn (age 7 or 8)- Hannah! (whisper giggling) Are you J-A-Y? (teeheehee!)

Hannah (age 12 or 13)- What? Maybe.. huh?

Flynn- Haha! Your gay!

Hannah- What? No, you spelled j-a-y. Jay. I'm not gay or jay. Stop being dumb!

Flynn- Teeheehee hahahaha!! Hannah's gay!

Hannah- Ugh. You don't know what your talking about.

(for the record, I have nothing against being gay, nor did I when I was 13. Its hard to totally support LGBT lifestyles and not sound gay to your 8 year old sister.)

Harper (age 12)- Do you make out with boys?

Hannah (age 15)- No.

Harper- Liar! Gross! You do!

Hannah- No I don't! You don't know anything!

All of my siblings at one point or another: Are any of your friends gay? Do you have gay friends?

Hannah: Yes... why?

All: ... I dunno...

Turner (age 11)- Do your friends do drugs?

Hannah (age 16)- Some of them, yeah.

Turner- Woah. Are they pot-heads? They're going to die.

Hannah- You don't know what your talking about. No they aren't.

Flynn (age 12)- Would you ever do medical marijuana?

Hannah (age 17)- Sure. If I had a green card. Its nbd. I'd totally try it!

Harper (are 14)- OMG! You're going to go to jail! I'm telling mom and dad!

Hannah- No, if you have a green card its legal. Pot should be legal anyways, its not that bad. It's safer than cigarettes and alcohol.

(The best part about this one is that Flynn was playing with this recorder, and totally taped me saying all this ON ACCIDENT. She wasn't even trying! She didn't know how to work the thing. Mom and Dad thought it was hilarious, btws.)

Harper (age 14)- Do your friends peer-pressure you into doing drugs?

Hannah (age 17)- Someone is taking freshman health class. And no, they don't.

Harper- But all your friends do drugs.

Hannah- No, a few of my friends occasionally participate in drug-like behavior. And they don't pressure me. They offer, but that's polite. Its like, weed-etiquette. Just because someone offer's you drugs doesn't mean they are pressuring you.

All of my siblings at one point or another: Do you (teeheehee!) do you watch... PORN?!? (giggles)

Hannah: No. Its gross. Why would I want to pay to watch people have sex?

All: EWWW! that's gross! You totally watch porn!! I'm telling Mom and Dad!! (hahahahaha!!)

Hannah: SHUT UP! You don't know anything!

Clara hears all this and more. Now you have all tasted the little slice of heaven I live with when I'm not rooming with the Poncho.

Llama out.

Llama's Super Hilarious, Tickle-Your-Funny-Bone, LOL Playlist

Here are some funny things that I think are funny. This playlist is rated unsuitable for uppity folk and young children. Especially uppity folk with children.

1) Big Balls by AC/DC

2) Hanukkah Song by Adam Sandler

3) Dick in a Box- SNL Digital Short

4) Bret You Got it Goin' On by Flight of the Conchords

5) Prejudice by Tim Minchin

6) Fuck Her Gently by Tenacious D

7) Sugar Lumps by Flight of the Conchords

8) King Kong Song- Jack Black

9) Beelz by Stephen Lynch

10) Four Chord Song by Axis of Awesome

11) I'm Bo Yo by Bo Burnham

So... yeah. This is a summary of my sense of humor.

Llama out.

Poncho Playlists the 60s

Oh the 60s....never have I loved a musical decade more.
This could get long.....

1. All Day and All of the Night by The Kinks
2. Hi Ho Silver Lining by Jeff Beck
3. My Generation by The Who
4. With A Girl Like You by The Troggs
5. Sunny Afternoon by The Kinks
6. I Saw Her Standing There by The Beatles
7. Girl From the North Country by Bob Dylan
8. She Said She Said by The Beatles
9. Don't Think Twice It's All Right by Bob Dylan
10. Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones
11. You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes
12. Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations
13. The House of the Rising Sun by The Animals
14. Mrs. Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel
15. The Needle and the Damage Done by Neil Young
16. California Dreamin' by The Mamas & The Papas
17. Sweet Thing by Van Morrison
18. The Letter by The Box Tops

Poncho Playlists the 90s

These are a few of my favorite ditties from the decade of my birth.
In no particular order:

1. Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind
2. You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette
3. Lithium by Nirvana
4. Criminal by Fiona Apple
5. My Name Is Jonas by Weezer
6. One Week by Barenaked Ladies
7. F.N.T. by Semisonic
8. Napolean (Re-recorded Version) by Ani DiFranco
9. Celebrity Skin by Hole
10. New World by Leroy

Much Love,
Poncho

Poncho Returns to NYC

Before I can go any further I must say right now:this has been one of the best weekends of my life! Also, I apologize for the potential length of this blog. I have a lot to say and some photos to share. Bear with me....things could get interesting.

This weekend was the longest period of time I have spent away from my sweet llama since she moved in; a time made longer by the fact that we were on opposite ends of the country. It was nonetheless a fantastic trip! My darling Tyler and I embarked on a whirlwind of college scouting goodness in the one, the only, New York City. What a man. And what a weekend it was.

Friday:
We were getting ready by 4:45 am and at the airport by 6:15, and while I can put on the excellent show of hopping out of bed to get the alarm, I can assure you that it takes all my concentration to be that perky and alert at that hour. *Pat on back for me* The plane was like any other. Although it was made much more entertaining by reading Tina Fey's Bossypants and observing the uber-Gaga fan sitting next to me. He was all decked out in her T-shirt, and earbuds and blasting her music the entire flight. I have to say though, nothing was more entertaining than watching the Rachel Zoe Project with no sound. Let me take this moment of vanity and tell you: my dialougue is much better than the real thing.
Upon arriving at JFK my mother attempted photo documentation. You will never see these photos as I have made it my mission in life to destroy all evidence of those atrocious photos. I'm gonna be looking for a new mission in life pretty damn soon.
Our beautiful, spunky, and marvelous host Paula welcomed us to her Brooklyn abode and made eight of the most magically delectable pizzas mine mouth hath ever devoured. For reals.

Saturday:
We were out of the house by 8:45 and off to the F train. After a marvelous encounter with the wonders of the New York Subway system, we were in the Upper West Side and just sliding into our appointment at Fordham University at Lincoln Center. Let me just say that those dorms were GIGANTIC!!!!!!!! If you want to live apartment style with a view on the Upper West Side as a freshman this is your school. It was a pretty sweet fucking deal. Excuse my brief foray into the land of profane speech. It's been known to happen on occasion. We left that center of Jesuit learning for Lincoln Center where we were once again pulled into a photo-op but this time I have no trouble sharing it with you. We came out looking a little like this

And all of the above was quickly followed up by a stroll in Central Park where we proceeded to be documented in ways that wound up looking like this

And then we journeyed to Jersey where we enjoyed some quality time with my triplet cousins and made some magical homemade pasta. 

Sunday:

Oh boyo! The day of all days! The day my college seeking heart found a home! NYU is my mecca. At least for (hopefully) the next four years. It's time to start brainstorming potential bank jobs. I'm gonna need as much financial support as possible and let's face it: FAFSA will be no help. Maybe I could get celebrities to sponsor my cause and throw a charity night in my honor. Or I could just resort to claiming I'm a questioning youth. My personal statement would go something like this--

"I just don't know who I am. I look at girls and I think they're pretty, but then I look at

boys and think the same thing! I can't make up my mind. I need a safe and

accepting environment to discover the nether-regions of my sexuality."

To illustrate our time at NYU I have put together a photo story. See below.

and this day culminated in yet another photo story in the loft where I was sleeping. We tried to be hipsters but that failed and we reverted to our true personalities.

Sweet baby jesus this turned out to be long. Sorry. Hope you enjoyed my brief brag session about NYC!!!!!!!!!

Sincerely, Poncho

10 things, 7 thing, 5 things, 2 things

Here are some lists.


10 Countries I'm Dying To Visit:
1)Peru
2)Italy
3)Korea (the nice one, not the scary one)
4)Ireland
5)France
6)New Zealand
7)Papua New Guinea
8)Spain
9)Egypt
10) The Moon.

7 Things I Like to Eat
1) Daaaaaaaaaark Chocolate (White chocolate is a sad excuse for chocolate. I am of the opinion that it doesn't even deserve to be called chocolate.)
2) Curry
3) French Bread
4) Cherries (Especially Rainier Cherries!!!)
5) Cheese
6) Sandwiches with potato chips in them
7) Bacon

5 People I am NOT Fond of:
1) Dino Rossi
2) My 9th grade geometry teacher
3) John Wilkes Booth
4) E.T.
5) This lady who was mean to my brother a lot when he was in school.

2 Things I Am Not Good At:
1) Math
2) Feeling Pity

Those were good lists, huh?

-Hannah
(The Llama)

Llama's List of Listens

Poncho is my inspiration. I have been in a weird mood lately, and have been listening to a lot of music that I liked when I was 12-15. I go through a lot of different fazes. This playlist is a nice little sample of my mood over the past two or three weeks. It's some old stuff, and some new stuff.

1.All These Things That I've Done- The Killers
2. Immigrant Song- Led Zeppelin
3.Touch Me- The Doors
4.Back In Black- AC/DC
5.Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'- Journey
6.Cry Baby- Janis Joplin
7. Happiness is A Warm Gun- Across the Universe Version
8.You Don't Know What Love Is [You Just Do As Your Told] - the White Stripes
9.Jolene- Laura Marling and Mumford and Sons
10.Gone Gone Gone- Robert Plant and Allison Krauss
11. Bad Sun (Moon Version)- The Bravery
12.Break On Through (To the Other Side)- The Doors
13.300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues
14.I Can't Stay- The Killers
15.I Found A Boy- ADELE

Ok. So... my playlist is REALLY bizarre compared to Clara's... But these playlists complement each other in a really odd way. It's the Magic of Yibbsy!

-Llama.

Poncho's Playlist

Hello my faithful readership. First off, I love you. Thanks for coming back yet again.
Tonight I am sitting with my lovely friend Fox (alright, alright she's actually my spirit fiancee) and we have been basking in some musical magic. So I've compiled the following playlist for you all.

1. The Water-Johnny Flynn Feat. Laura Marling
2. If Ya Wanna-The Vaccines
3. Can You Tell-Ra Ra Riot
4. Hold My Hand As I'm Lowered-Noah & the Whale
5. Mimizan-Beirut
6. She Said She Said-The Beatles
7. Cecilia-Simon & Garfunkel
8. Ohio-Neil Young
9. Coast of Carolina-Telekinesis
10. White Blank Page-Mumford and Sons
11. All My Rage-Laura Marling
12. Helplessness Blues-Fleet Foxes
13. Harsh Realm-Widowspeak
14. Next Girl-The Black Keys
15. I And Love And You-The Avett Brothers

And that's all I can muster tonight. But hopefully you love this handful of my favorite tunes....more to come!
Sincerely,
Poncho (Clara)

The Briefest of Updates

This is gonna be a quick one because I am currently up to my perfectly formed eyeballs in essay writing.

So much has taken place in the past week.

• Hannah and I went to Seattle with some dear friends of ours and enjoyed good coffee, good music and an all around good time. That was a big Yay!
• I finished, and turned in, my senior project application. Even bigger YAY!
• I performed my first song of the year. That one is on par with the previous YAY!
• People graciously complimented me on said song and I was asked repeatedly to perform it again. In this matter I am utterly flattered and also a bit nervous that if you continue to love my creative work I might awaken one morning to find a compliment from myself. It might read: Clara--you got it goin on. Keep writing sweet melodies. --Clara. This would be supremely unhealthy. Hubris is not good for a poncho, they  start getting all huge and hairy. Have you ever seen a hairy poncho? Keep it that way.
• Oh, and I was in attendance at a magnificent sweater party. YIPPEEE!
• Plus, there was a SOTA showcase downtown yesterday. The audience for which was not entirely comprised of SOTA affiliates. Triple YIP!

And on that note:

1. Roswell--you-re always wonderful
2. Gina--your voice gets stronger everyday
3. Riley--I had no idea
4. and Bucky Virginia--you guys have some serious chops. Nicely done!

Dear god I need to join a band.
Alright, it is time for me to exit the world of cyber word vomit and reenter the realm of my Vietnam War paper. Alas...
Sincerely, Yibbsy

Sweet Llama and Tender Poncho

SO MUCH. Ahhh so much has happened! Everyone is like "o.m.g, you like, totes need to update your blog" and here is my face:



SO yeah. There is a lot on the plate for two high school seniors.
Perhaps not as much as the plate of a 35 year old mother of 4.
Or a 17 year old mother of 1.
Or a brain surgeon with marital issues.
But I think my stress is valid. I mean... who's to say it's not? Oh... you are saying it's not? Well stop reading my blog mutha fucka. (Clara had nothing to do with the swearing, it's all on me, for the record.)

Ok, sorry. Here's what happening:
I have homework, looming performances, college apps, senior project, and HELLA SPIDERS ALL OVER MY ROOM. Not like, all at once. It started off slow, one... then a week later, another. This week has been the mother load, an average of 1.3 spiders a day. (Monday it was 0, yesterday was 2... stats are weird.) They just really stress me out, because... I mean, I don't WANT to kill them. But... they can't just run rampant all over my room. I'm pretty sure they want to eat me! I'm also pretty sure that they are actually some wizard's animagus, and I don't fancy squashing the next Minister of Magic because he's stopping in on his way to some conference (with the mayor of Tacoma?) and he just so happened to stop into the dungeon.

The dungeon is quite toasty now that I have mastered my little space heater. The walls are decorated, my clothes litter the floor, incense is periodically lit.... and spiders are shitting on my parade. I can't sleep at night, in my nice-smelling, wonderfully-messy, personally decorated, toasty warm dungeon! And that, my friends, is what we call a PROBLEM.

On a completely different note:
Clara and I have stumbled upon pet names for each other. We were napping the other day... and she felt the urge not to call me by my given name (Hannah), and has now christened me: Llama.
And I have dubbed her Poncho. So now, in the blog, I think we will be referring to each other as such from this point on... so. yeah.

Aaaaaaaannnnnnnd. I feel like I'm rambling, but at the same time I have a lot to say about a lot of things. Poncho has just suggested that we go eat pot-stickers (we haven't eaten a proper dinner, and its almost 11pm) and I think I have to agree. A more coherent blog is in the near future, enjoy the cray cray while its still laughable.

Yibbsy Out.

Welcome to Boys Over Flowers

Hannah introduced me to Korean drama the first day she was here, but it has taken nearly a month for me to actually watch it. The show: Boys Over Flowers. It's latest victim: Me.

I am ashamed to admit that I spent most of the past 24 hours locked away in the boudoir and clicking the "next episode" button on the hour. Though F4 seems to experience more drama in a day than I have in a lifetime, my pull to the soap is it's comedy. Which I think is unintentional...

There's the three Korean pop songs that are played over and over again throughout each episode--comparable to shmaltzy elevator muzak but in Korean...with the occasional "you smile" in English. Oh and then there's the lovely sound effects, like the thumping of a heart whenever Goo JoonPyo or JiHoo see Geom JanDi, or the BOING when someone's eyes open. But the real kicker is the upscale Korean menswear. Never in my life have I seen such frilly outerwear! Not an episode goes by without some new, atrocious, fur covered, floor length, exceedingly feminine piece of fashion.

But still I keep watching. I can't decide if JanDi belongs with JoonPyo or JiHoo, or if Song WooBin's random sojourns into American "gangsta" English are hilarious or mortifying. And one more thing...If So YiJung and GaEul don't realize they're madly in like with each other soon, I may have a conniption.

That damn Hannah Hibbs got me hooked. This is serious. I'm going to need rehabilitation.

Sincerely,
Yibbsy

The 9th Date

3rd week. 21st of September


Our school district is currently on Strike. For the 8th day. This blog (at least right now) isn't about being political, so for now our opinions on such matters will not be discussed. This post is about a date. A date we went on because the mood simply called for it, because we didn't have school and a general lack of a schedule.

At noon this morning, when I (Hannah) awoke, I stumbled up from the dungeon into Clara's boudoir to talk of the day's events. We made a trip into downtown Tacoma to look at yarn shop and treat ourselves to a Pumpkin Spice Latte. If you have never indulged in a Pumpkin Spice, you really should. Its like magic. We came home, clipped pics from our fall issues of various fashion magazines and chatted about how we would dress if we had buckets of money lying around. I brought up the idea of eating Indian for dinner and it was quickly decided that we would go out that night (which at that point really was only an hour or two away, for I had woken at noon if you recall...).

Eyeshadow was applied and lipstick was carefully smeared. Shabby shoes were slipped on, and we were off. Upon arriving at Indian Mahal on 19th we were kindly offed an alcoholic beverage, which we declined and then giggled about once the kind gentleman had walked back into the kitchen. We dined on  scrumptious samosas, chicken curry with basmati and sumptuous garlic naan whilst sipping on steamy chai tea. However, the food was not the best part of this evening. The kicker wasn't even that our sever definitely assumed we were on a date. For me, it was that I was "the dude".

I was looked to to order, to pay the bill, I was given the take out box and was asked all the questions concerning our patronage. Upon sharing my discovery with Clara, she promptly burt into laughter. We passed some sultry looks and quips, and soon it was agreed upon that if this were a date, it would be the 9th one. We were acting much too comfortably for it to be the first or second. We must also have been co-workers or something of that nature simply because we know far too many of the same folk. So there you have it. We are now lovers.

This date was the impetus for the blog. The rhyme that gave us reason. This curry laden date will go down in our friendship's history as "The 9th Date". I'm sure our future children (who will be smart, funny, and gorgeous, just like us) will hear of it every thanksgiving round the table. Some of you reading this may ask "Are you two really so naive that you should think that after you graduate high school and start real life you will still be in touch?" To that, I answer: Yes. True love knows no bounds.

Yibbsy Out.

This is....

This is a story from a senior year. It will be epic. You may laugh, you may even cry. Lord Knows, we will.

Introductions are in order.
Clara: Age 17, senior in highschool. Babe. In addition to rockin some cello, she is also a prime songwriter. In the first few weeks of living with her and her family, it became clear it was meant to be. We both love the same food and hate the same people. (Yes, we're haters. Active ones at that.) Through this blog, she hopes to entertain not only herself, but perhaps a few others as well. But mostly this is a selfish venture.

Hannah: Also age 17, senior in high school. Tall but never tall enough. Lover of all things comedic, fashionable and food related. After a mere two weeks of cohabitation, she has quickly become immersed in domestic life. Our connection is cosmic, and will not be suppressed. An unnamed party once asked "Do you guys just love each other?" The answer is Ja Dahling!

Stay tuned as we venture into the nether regions of friendship, housemate life, and all else that could occur in the making of Yibbsy: A Love Story.