Hannah Hoekom?

It is 2015, a New Year and therefore a new blog post! Here is to posting more regularly and improving my blog!

The other day in grade 3, I was walking around the Rondebosch Craft’s Market with my mom and granny because I have been a joller since 1997 and ‘haters gonna hate’ when my mom received a phone call. She came to me and told me that a girl in my class (who to be honest I wasn't even acquaintances with) had invited me to her house for a sleepover. Being the self-con-con person I am, I told my mom I didn't want to go and it was impossible she had invited me but my mom convinced me to go. Once I had decided to go, can I just point out, I got extremely excited. You see it was before I became the popular person that I am today. It was at a time when I was a loner, so the opportunity to make friends was an riveting one.

When I arrived at this girl’s house and knocked on the door, I was greeted with a very confused looking mother and a petrified and heartbroken looking little girl.  Something was obviously wrong but I was so high of friendship fumes I ignored it. It was meant to be just the two of us, so imagine my surprise when another girl from our school rocked up for our sleepover!

I was feeling uncomfortable but I could literally see our friendship blossoming and it excited me, until we were lying in bed…we were just about to go to sleep when the girl who had been invited after me blurted out “We didn't actually want you to come, we wanted the other Hannah!” well guess who quietly cried herself to sleep while trying to imagine ways to get home without waking up the family!

A little background info, there were multiply Hannah’s in my grade because creativity was obviously lacking in 1997 (jokes Mom I love my name) and coincidentally there were two Hannah’s with mothers named Jennifer. Obviously the wrong Jennifer had been called to invite the wrong Hannah to a sleepover and no one had said a thing until I was starting to get comfortable in my new BFFs home!

When I left the next morning, I thanked them for having me, got in the car and drove away with a very heavy heart. My sorrow then turned into hate and I bought voodoo dolls for each girl…JOKES, I am actually friends with them now, and what is in the past is in the past!

But I still wonder why my life is so ridiculous, seriously why Hannah? 

Guess who's back?!

So, remember once upon a time when I was super eager and keen about blogging…yeah I do too! And then I suddenly stopped! For 3 months I didn’t post a thing. But guess who's back? Back again? It is Eminem! Jokes, it’s me. I am back, and hopefully here to stay!

To be honest the reason I stopped, is because I wasn’t getting as many views as I wanted and it kinda discouraged me. Then a complete random came up to me and told me how much they loved Crocker’s Corner and how much they missed my posts. Well random girl, I am writing this for you!

Now, us grade 11s are about to write some very important exams, yet here I am – blogging instead of studying.

Now, I need to tell you all how bad my week was (it really wasn’t that bad – it was actually lovely but there were moments that really did suck a fair bit). I washed my blazer this weekend as the prefects have to send them in for braiding soon. I was all ready for a good Monday when a bird took a giant dump on my shoulder. I, of course didn’t notice this until my friend pointed it out while laughing hysterically at me. I cleaned it off and tried to enjoy all the joys of my Monday. The day was perfect until I reached into my pocket to get my glasses when  I grabbed a giant blob of pigeon faeces which had obviously landed in my pocket during the incident in the morning. Well as you could probably guess, I was NOT pleased!

Then on Wednesday, I was having break outside with my friends, which is rare. Not because I don’t have friends, but because I always have a meeting. When from the heavens above, I giant blob of purple bird poo landed on my knee. It wasn’t the crunchy kind that you can flick off and then wipe, no it was the wet sloppy kind. Sorry if this is too much information, but I need you all to understand how much my life sucked.

I obviously had to wash my blazer again so I decided to do it on Thursday so I could take it in on Friday. I was taking it off the line this morning when I discovered it covered in…bugs! Ha-ha, bet you thought I was going to say bird poo. No, luckily not! But while I was taking it off the line, a bird took a giant poop right next me and my freshly washed blazer. I slowly backed into the house, in my attempt to not alert the bird.

I don’t know what all of this means…maybe it is good luck for exams next week, or maybe the bird community is suddenly out to get me. Who knows?