Alright, last night (but technically

Alright, last night (but technically this morning) I promised a full version update for this morning, but it's getting so late that soon my full update post will be up tonight but technically tomorrow morning as well, and that's no good.

Warning: this is a big update, you may want to split up the days and read it in parts

WEDNESDAY
Morning classes (Math and English) were boring as usual, I think we wrapped up our writing portfolios in English, which everyone has been freaking out about now that they're done, which I've never quite understood. I always thought that writing portfolios were one of those things that teachers freak out about while Diya and I joked about Ms. Collesano being OCD over the whole thing. Do other English teachers make an even BIGGER deal out of them than Collesano? Because while she made a big deal, I never saw anyone trying hard on these things, but people who dont' have Collesano have been rejoicing their completion. WHATEVER.

Photography was productive because I made a new print in the style of Mr. Jerry Uelsmann. I made it for the show at the lavahouse, which I'll get to soon. After school, I matted a few of the pieces I'd be including in the show, and then was going to meet everyone at the Lavahouse at 4:00. I had to first stop off at the Bluegrass Cooperage and pick up a whiskey barrel I'd been promised for the show. Thankfully, my pop works for a whiskey company so it's easy to have some strings pulled and get me one.

Well, as I'm leaving the photo room, Dylan somehow makes a reference to "wait, where are we going?" and I'm like "What do you mean?" and he says "well, you're taking me, right?" and I'm like "I AM?" and he's like "yeah, we talked about this, you'd give me a ride to all the lavahouse stuff" (and then it clicks) and I say "oh yeah! that was like three weeks ago I said that" and he's like "yeah, I just assumed you'd remember." So he and i go back to my house to switch cars (I needed the suburban to fit the barrel in the back) and then go to pick it up. When we get there, the guard lets us in (he'd I guess been expecting us) and this guy drives up in a fork-lift and says "how many we got?" I point to my barrel with my name on it and say "Just one" to which he looks surprised, steps out of the vehicle and says "oh" and just walks over and picks it up with his hands and puts it in the back of the car. We were very impressed. The guy then asks all these really awkward questions about my suburban and trucks and how much mileage and what kind of engine and I just keep having to say "I have no idea."

We then go to the show, and I basically just walk around contemplating what to do with my random ass barrel because supposedly Ms. Jackie Owens, the student teacher putting this show on for us, was wrong when she was all gung-ho about suspending stuff from the cieling ... we couldn't. After some thought, I finally just ask Bart the guy who owns the place if I could suspend it and he's like "yeah, sure, we got this crain thing over here" and we put this chain through but wait till the end of the evening to hang it. Dylan set up his really cool pipes, and Joanna her kiggaz styrofoam, and then DPK and I go home.

THURSDAY
Thursday was an uneventful White Day, the highlight being the One Blue Wall acceptance letter that Abbie Davis and I drafted. It went something like this:

It is with great pleasure that we inform you that your piece has been selected for duPont Manual's literary magezine, One Blue Wall. The pieces this year were so fantastic that we ourselves could not come to a conclusion as to which pieces to include. Therefore, we resorted to insanely desperate measures. This year, each piece was selected by a handful of illegal immigrants, WHO DO NO SPEAK ENGLISH! We are uncertain as to the criteria of their selection, but some of us theorize that it had something to do with font-size and spacing. insert random bit about coming by the room to double check pieces and then: The immigrants are proud, and so are we. Sincerely, One Blue Wall staff and "foreign friends"

During seventh, our humanities class went to the second and third acts of that play, and so I snuck up to the photography room and worked on mounting and matting some more pieces for the show. Afterschool, I did the same, and when Mr. Curtis had to leave, Dylan, Marian, Christina and I went to Dairy Kastle to get Orange Cows (orange sherbert and either milk or sprite). I instead got a flurry. Marian went to pick up her sister, while Christina, DPK and I went back to my house to pick up extension cords and lights. On the way, we saw some St. X kids who I said "god, what a bunch of Orange Cows." Since that moment, DPK, Christina and I have been using that term quite loosely to describe everything we see. "oh, Dylan is totally an orange cow." You can guess the connotation.

At the lavahouse, I spent some time wondering how I'd hang my pieces on my barrel, and to no avail, had to leave at 5:30 to go see my mom's student art show at UofL. Ms. Jackie Owens was in it too! There, I saw Scott's mom, Molly from Best Buy, Megan Metté, and Kim Powers. I went back to the lavahouse, and we drilled some random holes in the top of my barrel that I never ended up using. Marjorie asked me to stay there with her so she wouldn't be alone, and I offered to stop at Starbucks on the way back from Dylan's and treat her to some coffee. I took Dylan home, brought back the coffee, and Ms. Owens and I spray painted my letters on my barrel (which I dont' think anyone necessarily saw, but oh well). On one side, "John Andrew Hanauer" at the top and "Word" at the bottom, then on the other side "This Barrrel has reached the point of ultimate saturation" (the tripple r on purpose, to make fun of drrty and grrl.

Then Jackie left, and Marjorie did like two things while we talked (I didn't have anything to do really, I was pretty much just there to keep Marjorie company because she asked me to stay) and then on the way out, we were outside talking in the street and this car rolls up and pulls up behind my car (which I'm standing next to) and just sits there, and all I can make out are two ghetto silhouettes, and it didnt' take long for Marjorie and I to get freaked and simply said "ok, we're going now" and we both got into our cars and drove the fuck out of there. This was 10:30 when I got home, and I stayed up till 1:00 reading the stranger and doing calculus homework.

FRIDAY
All day I was checking my UVA status online. When I went to the show at the lavahouse, I still didn't know if I was in or not. In the morning, math was boring as usual, but we got done early so I finished some extra english reading I didn't do the night before (packets and poems tacked onto the stranger reading). Phil Becker and I discussed Morrowind, which I decided is an awesome and addictive game and I'm glad I haven't played it since the summer or I'd have no life right now (oh wait, I dont' play video games and I still have no life right now, heh). Photography I matted more pieces for the show, and then Marian, DPK, Marian's sister, and I all went to Diary Kastle again for orange cows. This time I actually ordered the greatness that is, the orange cow, and we cracked more orange cow jokes before heading off. Dylan and I ran errands from about 3:30 till 5:00, including picking up Ale 8 and oreos, kinkos, and my house to check uva statuses as well as pick up the mix cd's joanna gave me for the show. I found out I was waitlisted at Notre Dame, but still no word from Virginia.

Then, in the two hours before the show, I magically put together the rest of my exhibit by duct taping all the pieces to the barrel (which I was told would never work, but it did! Ha, screw you Dylan!). The show was an incredible success, a ton of people came (I invited as many people as I possibly could, and that somehow worked!) including Grant, the Geoff/Yuriy/Nikhil crowd, the photo I class that aide in crowd (Kendall Robbie, Katie, Morgan, etc), Ms. Cheever! (haha), Scott's mom, my parents, and many many more. Everyone I asked about my mom's chilli liked it, so I told her it was a big success which made her happy. Everybody's stuff looked great, my favorites being Dylan's rusty pipes with the kickass red lighting, the shutters and flowers of Isabel's (it went well with her theme), Marjorie's restaurant menu lighting, and Matt Fenz and Phil's hanging tire and shopping cart. The huge turnout was awesome, and it meant so much to all of us in the crowd that everybody came, thank you again people. Man, I gotta hurry, this update has one minute to still be today!

My Lavhouse Show Exhibit:
Side 1: Portraits
Iain:
One
Two
Three
Jimmy:
One
Two
Three

Side 2: Jerry Uelsmann Mimic
Shadow Cube Darkroom
Shadow Cube Digital
Dual Enlarger/Negative First Try
Dual Englarger/Negative Second Try (better)

Not much else, afterwards I chilled at Matt Fenzel's for a few, but not long, and then came home and found out that I got into the University of Virginia!

SATURDAY
This morning, I went to the lavahouse late because I wasn't psycho and knew to sleep in. There, I took down the barrel and picked up my light and extension cord (it took two minutes cause everyone else had done everything for me) and then came home only to find out that Northwestern had accepted me as well! huzzah. My parents want me to reconsider Northwestern now that I've gotten in, cause I wasn't impressed with it when I went to visit last month. I'm semi-dissapointed about waitlisted at Notre Dame, because I really liked it when I went, and I especially liked how you dont' declare a school until Sophomore year and a major until Junior year. But oh well, most schools are cool about switching majors. That only leaves UPenn to find out from, but that was my furthest reach school of all, so I'm expecting that to be my only rejection plus Notre Dame pretty much my other rejection (I know I told Joanna that waitlisted is just as good, but she was right ... it practically is just a nice way of rejecting. Although, they said only 600 are weightlisted, so I guess I should be honored, but their weightlist rate ranges from zero to 200, so I probably dont' have good chances. I'm still going to send them to keep me on the list though, I think ... I dunno)

So yeah, that's my life right now. Iain keeps reminding me he needs a date for prom, which basically reminds ME I need a date to prom. If anyone has any inside information about girls at school that like me, let me know ;-) haha. Yeah, I'll figure it out sometime soon.

Man, I didn't make the Saturday timestamp, it's now Sunday, but I cheated and edited the server to reflect Saturday anyway, cause I didn't want people to get confused.

Oh, and for the tenth time resubmitting this news post, I also (tonight) made this picture here in photoshop from this one. I was only messing around.

Spork.