New Blog


I just wanted to say that because I haven’t posted on this blog since August last year, I am not going to start up blogging on this blog again.

Buuuuuutt…I have a new blog that I will (hopefully) be posting on from here on out. Please do go check it out and give it a follow.

I will be leaving this blog up, but I won’t be active on it, so feel free to unfollow.

Thankyou, Hannah


Lamb Names

And we’re into lambing season. Actually, we’re not meant to be into lambing season – we’re a month early. A ram got in with some of our ewes, and, tada, early lambers.

Anyway, my post is actually about lamb names. Because, we have loads of pet lambs, and they need names. Especially my one.

I was thinking of calling him (hes a boy by the way) Pisces, until I realized that Pisces was (and still is) the star sign for March (and part of February), not August. Then I looked it up, and the star sign for August is Virgo, an absolutely atrocious name for a ram lamb. Then I looked again, realized that I was wrong, and that the star sign for August is Leo (but Virgo covers part of it). So I might call him Leo. Might.

Apart from Leo, I have no other names. I hate only having one good option!

Can somebody help me get some names for my lamb (who is temporarily named Leo), and the other lambs in the pen. Thanks!

Bye, Hannah

Slime and Onga Sevens

I am once again so sorry for being away for so long.

But I have reasons, they are:

  • Old, broken computers
  • Slime
  • Onga sevens
  • Books
  • Statistical investigations (the ‘s’ is not really needed, but it sounds better that way)
  • Sarah’s birthday party

Firstly, our family computer is stuffed. And since I do not have a computer of my own, that is the only one I can use (at home – he he he). Our computer conveniently loads everything apart from WordPress.

Slime. Well, I’ve kinda got up a tiny (actually pretty big) business at school. It sells slimey stuff, and stress balls (balloons filled with slimey stuff). Okay, about the slimey stuff. I’m not going to tell you what it is made out of, for fear that some of my school mates (is that a word) is reading this. But I will put on some pictures:

Or maybe I won’t. The computer will not load.

Onga sevens. It is a seven a side sport event where all the CHB schools come together to Onga Onga school to play netball, rugby, hockey, or soccer. I played netball (of course). Our team won our first three games, but lost our last, so we placed either third or four overall (they only announced first and second). Oh, also, I won a cup (spot prize).

Books. I have been reading way too much, full stop, or, as the Americans say, period.

My statistical investigation. So, the statistical investigations were due sometime in the coming weeks. But then our teacher told us that they were due this coming Monday. And then she told us a day later that they were due Friday. So the rush began. I had sparsely time for anything else not previously arranged.

And………………………………….Sarah’s birthday party. Friday night, me, Emily, and lots of other girls went to Sarah’s birthday party. It was Master chef themed, and we had three tasks that we had to do/complete in teams of two. I was with a girl called Elizabeth. Long story short, we made fudge.

So, those are my excuses.

Bye, Hannah


Okay, so Emily was going on about how she was all over my blog, and my friend Maggie was getting ‘jealous’, no, she was in her words ‘completely disgusted in me’, and she wanted me to write a post on her, so here it is:

Maggie is a month older than me, but she is massive. Massive build I mean, she’s not fat or anything. She is really tall, with a muscular build. She has really thick, puffy brown hair, and brown eyes. She has olive skin year round, which is so unfair compared to my pale complexion that only differs to go bright red.

Maggie farts a lot.

I mean a lot!

I’m sorry Maggie, but the truth had to come out at some point.

She loves Harry Potter, which is really good, because that is literally what I look for in a friend.

Maggie is very loud.

She is sometimes even louder than me. And that is saying something!

You happy Maggie?

Bye, Hannah

Cross Country

AAAAAAAAAAAH! I hate cross country!

So, at school, it is compulsory to do cross country. I suck at it. Actually, I’m not at all that bad; Every year that I was old enough, I have placed at least third and gotten into the inter schools.

But this year, I have little miss I-am-amazing-at-running (who actually is amazing at running), little miss I-am-super-fit (who wins it every year), and little miss I-don’t-train-very-hard-but-I-am-still-amazing-at-the-sprints, in my age group. All of these girls (except for one) are thirteen, and I am twelve; uuuuuuuuh!

I have never won a cross country, but I know what it feels like to win; I was coming first in the running section of our school triathlon (until I was slaughtered in the bike and swim), and it felt amazing. This was at the start of the year, so all the really fast girls weren’t in my age group because I was still eleven.

For our training, we have to run every day at school. One of our teachers (lets call her teacher A) started off by making us walk once around our school bike track, while the other (teacher B) (yes, we have two teachers in primary school) had us running four laps of it straight off. Now, teacher A is making us run four laps of the bike track, and teacher B is making us run the stock route (about a 2 km? run). I often feel like I am about to spew.

That is another point. I feel super unfit, no matter how much I train (which is not very much out of school), even though I know that I’m not (that) unfit. I draw long heaving (don’t know if that’s the word) breaths when I run, and I feel unfit.

Okay, goodbye before you get too bored.

Bye, Hannah

And she’s back!

The stupid computer is not loading, so I am writing this at school – which I hate.

I am back! Sorry for all the missed posts. Hopefully there will be a post up tomorrow.

I might start to be posting every two days, instead of everyday. So yeah.

Bye, Hannah

The Abyss of being BANNED!!!

Hi, let’s skip the intro.

Firstly, I am really really really sorry for not posting at 12 today. Hopefully that won’the happen again, but I cannot promise you that it won’t.

Straight up, I am banned from all technology.

You may be wondering how I am therefore writing this post, well,  I am at Granny’s house, and my ban has been lifted while I am here.

I know that this is a very short and almost pointless post, but I am going to get on with writing some more purposefull posts now (they will be scheduled). 

Bye, Hannah