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 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.

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.