Dear fall semester,

I'm not sure what to do with you. Classes, internships, independent studies...? I'm at a total loss. And I thought next semester was going to be the super exciting and free one, but that seems far away? Impossible?

I have no clue.

And then there's the summer and every time I think I find something good, something settled, it vanishes. Or at least, it feels much farther away.


love,
hannah

Dear robot,

After some deliberation, a decision has been made.  I'm going to make a robot during tomorrow morning's prop lab.  It's supposed to look cartoonish, so I wonder how much research I actually need to do.  It's going to be made of foam.  It's going to be named Stanley. 

It may be the best thing I make in tech. 

Here's to Stanley. 


love,
hannah

Dear seder,

I really have come to love seders.  As a kid I really really disliked them, but as I've gotten older I've found comfort in the fact that they never change.  Whether I'm attending a seder in Chicago or Minnesota or anywhere else, there are things that will always be the same. 

It may only be because I went to a seder today, but the first floor of my building smells horseradish-y. 

I just accidentally took a nap.


love,
hannah

Dear Rebecca Black,

It's been about two weeks since you became famous.  I'm a little surprised you haven't faded away yet. 

It's almost Friday.  You know what that means: FUN FUN FUN FUN


love,
hannah

Dear Charlie's Angels,

I'm watching the Charlie's Angels remake with Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu, which I've got to say, I remember quite fondly from my sleepover days.  Like, it was a classic, and we would watch is every sleepover.  And I remember being incredibly attached to it, and even really liking the characters.  And finding it a cool movie. 

Today, I'm not so sure.  It's a pretty crappy movie.  I mean, there are some delightful moments, but...


Well, soon we'll have another Charlie's Angels TV show.  What will we do with that?


love,
hannah

Dear cucumbers,

I'm really into you right now.  My dinners the last couple of days have included you.  I wouldn't really say that I've ever been a fan of cucumbers before, but I really like them right now.  Food for the summer?


love,
hannah

Dear haircut,

I'm going to need you real bad.  Like, the second Twelve Ophelias closes, I am running to get my hair cut right away. 


love,
hannah

Dear girl singing her way into Bigelow,

I feel you girl.  I was dancing my way home.  Just seven more weeks until the semester is over!


love,
hannah

Dear bread,

I miss bread when I'm at school.  Big, thick, often French bread that is meant to be eaten at dinner.  There's nothing like that at school.  There are rolls, but they are a weak replacement for real bread.  When I come home, I eat so much bread. 

I love bread.


love,
hannah

Dear spring break,

Like the spring breaks before you, you have almost completely passed, and I have done little. I have slept and tried to forget the insanity that awaits me back at school. I try not to think about what the rest of the semester holds. I watched a lot of Say Yes to the Dress today, like a disgusting amount.

Oy, spring break should quickly turn to summer break.

However, going home and seeing friends and family is just what I needed. Because it's just easy, and it just feels right.


love,
hannah

Dear Klaine,

You kissed! Now I can stop watching Glee.  For real. 

Klaine=Kurt and Blaine for ya'll that don't know. 


love,
hannah

Dear Chuck,

We know that you are a show about spies.  There's no need to spend every episode talking about "time to go be a spy" or "that's not what a spy would do."  We get it.  We're four seasons in.  We really get it.  It's a show about spies, no need to hit me over the head with it. 

Also, I always have this feeling that Sarah Walker is a kick-ass but weak character. 


love,
hannah

Dear lazy day,

Tomorrow, I'm going to have a lazy day.  My only lazy day of this break, and I'm going to live it up.  Breakfast, books and tv until my family returns home. 

An eight hour bus ride with a numb bum is paired with a lazy day at home. 


love,
hannah

Dear Multiply,

You make my heart go weak, like super weak.  Like, I mean that I think that this is one of the greatest songs ever written.  Truly.  It's gorgeous. 

Listen. 

I'm pretty sure that the next episode of Grey's Anatomy is the one that features this song.  I forgot how good the second season of Grey's is.  Because it's really good, and intense, in a melodramatic and simultaneous human sort of way. 

I'm hungry.  That's what spring break in the Twin Cities comes down to: I get hungry. 


love,
hannah

Dear kitties,

You make my heart go weak, like super weak.  And you probably make my blood pressure go down.  The kitties make my night happy.  One kitty is super malleable, I mean like a yogi cat. 

To be clear, I hate that YouTube video "Kittens Inspired by Kittens."

Two days until spring break, and you can feel all of campus groaning.  I need this break more than ever.  Let these students be free!


love,
hannah

Dear Chicago,

Recently, I have been lusting for you so bad.  Maybe longing is a better word, but that's how it feels.  I'm clinging to anything related to Chicago.  The littlest thing and I'm lost in thoughts about the Windy City.  It's crazy. 

Last time I was there was January 3, not that long ago, but apparently that's too long for me.  I can't wait to go home. 


love,
hannah

Dear Casimir Pulaski Day,

You are perhaps my favorite day of the year, when I am in Illinois.  Outside of Illinois you're just the first Monday in March, which is currently Monday of midterms.  It's so much fun to explain today to people not from Illinois, they don't get it, and then you tell them that you have the day off of school, just for a Polish general in the 18th century.  It's a thing of beauty.  

This may have been the best Casimir Pulaski day on record, and I didn't even have the day off of school.  It was just one of those days where everything came together.  Discussions were powerful, my outfit felt right, rehearsal was breezy, and I picked up reading for spring break.  The only off moment was a moment during yoga where I was clearly off balance.  Other than that...


love,
hannah

Dear Ten Thousand Things,

This theater is one of the first groups that really made me rethink what I wanted out of a theater-viewing experience.  When I saw my first show there I was blown away, totally re-imaging what kind of theater I wanted to be a part of.  There are still questions I have about how they run their organization, but I think that it's an amazing model. 

Today was no different, their production of Doubt did the same that their Twelfth Night did. 

Also, I wanna write plays like that.  I wanna write twisted beautiful plays.  I wanna write plays where you forget to breathe while you're watching them because you're so wrapped up in them.  I wanna write plays where it doesn't matter that you can see the entire audience because you aren't watching them, you're watching the stage, forgetting to breathe. 


love,
hannah

Dear Founder's Day,

There are strategies necessary to enjoy you.  What dress? What heels? How tall? Do you wear them when dancing? How many times are you willing to traverse the stairs? Are you going to see the music?

Perhaps the most important is how much is one willing to tolerate the drunken folks who push and sumble through the dance floor? Truly, that is the most important question. 


But everyone looks good, and it's exciting.  Always exciting. 


love,
hannah

Dear Grey's Anatomy,

Currently I am watching your pilot.  Cause, apparently these days I can't write anything more than two pages without watching something, even if it's something I have already seen. 

Remember when you were like the hottest thing on television? Those days have passed... But it's fun to pretend. 


love,
hannah

Dear Wednesday Nights,

I am so deliriously happy when you arrive.  Tuesday is over, so I'm happy, and I can look forward to Thursday, so I'm doubly happy. 

I am just happy as a clam on Wednesday nights. 


love,
hannah

Dear Colin Firth,

In the past I have had Meryl Streep days, where all I do is watch is watch interviews and videos of Meryl Streep.  Tonight, unintentionally of course, became Colin Firth night.  I came across this and then I was done.  I mean, how can you not?

After having watched this many interviews with him now, he's a sort of wonderful kind of awkward. 

There's some gum in our room that's strange.  It's apple and pineapple...


love,
hannah