It's 76 degrees Fahrenheit so I'm sitting in my bedroom wearing a sweatshirt. But not just any sweatshirt, no, this sweatshirt is from OutOfPrint.com and is the most beautiful sweatshirt ever. It's all purple and stress-worn with a flashdance style top. Oh, and did I mention that it has an old cover of Pride and Prejudice printed on the front of it? Hell yeah! It could be 100 degrees outside and I wouldn't take this thing off.
But it's not just my epic sweatshirt that has me giggling like a rabid fangirl. Well, not just that, anyway. Today J.K. Rowling announced Pottermore, the online interactive book. I've been fangirling about this since I woke up. Not to mention the amount of explaining I've been doing.
Just to clarify...
Pottermore is not a game like World of Warcraft, nor is it a real world treasure hunt. It is just an interactive reading experience. This does give it a touch of a gaming feel. Think of the Green Eggs and Ham computer game just nearly every kid had. It reads the story to you and then there are things to click. I'm sure Pottermore will be more advanced than that, but I'm excited. Not to mention J.K. is finally giving us the books in e-reader form. Now, I love my books and nothing will ever replace them, but when you like to travel it's just not convenient to carry around 7 books whether they're Harry Potter or not. I like my e-reader and do not for see it destroying it's paper counterpart any time soon.
And, as if an interactive book wasn't exciting enough, J.K. is also giving us information she's been hoarding for herself for years. Like the back story for McGonagall. Apparently she had a crush on a muggle once and had her heart broken by him. We will also learn more information about the houses and the things used in making wands. GAH! SO EXCITED!
But yeah. I've been having a Harry Potter fan day which included listening to the first 6 chapters of the Deathly Hallows audio book and playing Harry Potter lego. And then I began working on my costume for the movie premier and ordered one BAMF of a shirt for it. Now to just finish making the skirt and order my Hufflepuff socks and maybe a tie as well.
Speaking of Hufflepuffs. I really want to make my layout for my blog Hufflepuff themed, but I have no skills in that area. One day I'll succeed. One day. I also need some art skills to draw myself a cute little Hufflepuff girl casting a spell. But I shall accomplish this layout. It'll just take some time. Even if I need to bribe Lady Hanaka with pie and a Gryffindor scarf to get my drawing.
In other news. I've nearly finished knitting myself a sweater. I hope to post pictures of my talent soon. I also have an odd desire to get my nose pierced. That I would not post pictures of, but I'd tell people about it.
>.> My mother bought double stuffed oreos. I must go eat them.
Have yourself a magical Harry Potter filled day. =)
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Alone
My parents will leaving me alone for ten whole days. They'll even be taking the sibling child that lives in the basement with them. Most kids my age would cheer and plan a party. What am I doing? Panicking slightly. What the hell am I supposed to do if my mom isn't here for me to talk to? All my friends are too far away, most being states away. And then there's just me. Left alone in the house where I'll probably be eaten by the ghost that lives in the dinning room. He likes to play strange music box like music that has no melody to it. A very strange ghost, but I'm sure he'll eat me. If not, then I'm sure that a serial killer will find me and kill me. Or, someone will rob me and take all my Harry Potter movies which will then proceed to kill all happiness and therefore I won't be able to go on. So many horrible things could happen!
I don't even have a cute little animal to keep me company... Well, there's Fishums. Fishums doesn't really do much and certainly can't protect my Harry Potter DVDs. Fish are the most useful of pets. I shall be completely alone in the house. My parents will come home to find all my stuffed animals set up around the house. And I'll be having in depth conversations with them on the meaning of life. They will regret leaving me alone for so long. Or I'll be so bored, that I'll just be sitting upside down on the couch watching the travel channel. That's what I did for most of my summer after graduation. Except for the day that West Side Story played on TV. Then I sat upside down on the couch watching that.
But I do have some plans. My grandmother wants me to come visit her and she'll cook me dinner one night. She doesn't live that far away, though I'm still certain to get lost going there. My dad takes a different route every damn time we visit her. And then there's that mythical book I keep saying I'm working on. Maybe I'll actually work on it. I do have quite a few lovely stories, I just wish I could draw my characters just to have reference points and I can label colors of hair and eyes. And I have to make rose creams because I love them and can't find a place to buy them. I have to make fondant, though. Fondant is annoying. After that, I'm at a loss. Just Harry Potter then, I guess.
But, yes... All alone... And it kind of makes me super depressed.
I guess I'll be eating lots of ice cream sandwiches for those are the foods of happiness.
I don't even have a cute little animal to keep me company... Well, there's Fishums. Fishums doesn't really do much and certainly can't protect my Harry Potter DVDs. Fish are the most useful of pets. I shall be completely alone in the house. My parents will come home to find all my stuffed animals set up around the house. And I'll be having in depth conversations with them on the meaning of life. They will regret leaving me alone for so long. Or I'll be so bored, that I'll just be sitting upside down on the couch watching the travel channel. That's what I did for most of my summer after graduation. Except for the day that West Side Story played on TV. Then I sat upside down on the couch watching that.
But I do have some plans. My grandmother wants me to come visit her and she'll cook me dinner one night. She doesn't live that far away, though I'm still certain to get lost going there. My dad takes a different route every damn time we visit her. And then there's that mythical book I keep saying I'm working on. Maybe I'll actually work on it. I do have quite a few lovely stories, I just wish I could draw my characters just to have reference points and I can label colors of hair and eyes. And I have to make rose creams because I love them and can't find a place to buy them. I have to make fondant, though. Fondant is annoying. After that, I'm at a loss. Just Harry Potter then, I guess.
But, yes... All alone... And it kind of makes me super depressed.
I guess I'll be eating lots of ice cream sandwiches for those are the foods of happiness.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Frolicking in the Rain
Saturday evening my friend's step-sister held her graduation party. It was very small, just close friends and family mainly, but it was very lovely. I got to see some people I hadn't seen in forever which included my neighbor. You'd think being my neighbor I'd see him more often, but no. He hides in his man cave playing video games or is off with his girlfriend. But this small gathering became smaller and smaller until there was just a few of us left.
As is tradition when we have parties as this particular house, a bonfire of giant proportions was needed. We all reminisced about how we missed our usual group of pyros who got the thing started by walking into the fire and throwing entire trees in it. As much as I wish I had exaggerated that sentence, I have not. So without them, we just had a bit of lighter fluid and a small wimpy little fire that wouldn't quite start up. We tried for a bit as the clouds began to quite rudely spit at us. We shouted that it wasn't raining that it was just moist, though we quickly changed it to damp as two of the girls squirmed and shouted that "moist" was a very gross word. So we continued to try to get the fire more like a fire.
The problem began when we realized we had some electronics sitting outside. Those types of things to like rain, so we ran to save them. And just as us teens/slightly-older-than-teens got inside, the down pour began on the parents and the boys who had just finished their first year of high school. They all come in drenched. Completely and utterly drenched. We all laughed. "Oh, look at us! We're all dry." And then the graduate had an idea. She wanted to go out and play in the rain. So we all joined. Kind of grumbly, but kind of wanting to.
Rain is very wet. It makes grass slipper and people very cold, but we ran around for a good half hour laughing hysterically as we did so. We skipped and did cartwheels and spun around in circles shouting loudly. It was all grand fun. And then I thought of something...
The last time I had fun in a rain storm was my sophomore year of high school. I'm now going on to my junior year of college. Not only that, but I used to do such things all the time as a kid. I'd run around outside with my friends next door and we'd play in the rain pretending we had magical superpowers or we were mermaids. I want do run around outside more often. Why bother with computers when there's an entire world outside to have fun in? But no one ever wants to go outside to run around for no reason. There's no way in hell I'd find a group large enough to play Quidditch with me no matter how much I begged and bribed people. And imaginary games are obviously out of the question seeing as my friend and I are all around twenty years of age at this point. Why is growing up so boring?
Mattie, next time I see you, you'll go slay the dragons outside with me, won't you? I'm sure Lady Hanaka and Storm will also join us. I'll buy you all ice cream if you do. We'll play Quidditch as well and have a perfectly love time while people around us stare in wonder.
Life is being boring again... I hope people will prove magic is real soon. I feel as though life could never be dull if we had magic.
As is tradition when we have parties as this particular house, a bonfire of giant proportions was needed. We all reminisced about how we missed our usual group of pyros who got the thing started by walking into the fire and throwing entire trees in it. As much as I wish I had exaggerated that sentence, I have not. So without them, we just had a bit of lighter fluid and a small wimpy little fire that wouldn't quite start up. We tried for a bit as the clouds began to quite rudely spit at us. We shouted that it wasn't raining that it was just moist, though we quickly changed it to damp as two of the girls squirmed and shouted that "moist" was a very gross word. So we continued to try to get the fire more like a fire.
The problem began when we realized we had some electronics sitting outside. Those types of things to like rain, so we ran to save them. And just as us teens/slightly-older-than-teens got inside, the down pour began on the parents and the boys who had just finished their first year of high school. They all come in drenched. Completely and utterly drenched. We all laughed. "Oh, look at us! We're all dry." And then the graduate had an idea. She wanted to go out and play in the rain. So we all joined. Kind of grumbly, but kind of wanting to.
Rain is very wet. It makes grass slipper and people very cold, but we ran around for a good half hour laughing hysterically as we did so. We skipped and did cartwheels and spun around in circles shouting loudly. It was all grand fun. And then I thought of something...
The last time I had fun in a rain storm was my sophomore year of high school. I'm now going on to my junior year of college. Not only that, but I used to do such things all the time as a kid. I'd run around outside with my friends next door and we'd play in the rain pretending we had magical superpowers or we were mermaids. I want do run around outside more often. Why bother with computers when there's an entire world outside to have fun in? But no one ever wants to go outside to run around for no reason. There's no way in hell I'd find a group large enough to play Quidditch with me no matter how much I begged and bribed people. And imaginary games are obviously out of the question seeing as my friend and I are all around twenty years of age at this point. Why is growing up so boring?
Mattie, next time I see you, you'll go slay the dragons outside with me, won't you? I'm sure Lady Hanaka and Storm will also join us. I'll buy you all ice cream if you do. We'll play Quidditch as well and have a perfectly love time while people around us stare in wonder.
Life is being boring again... I hope people will prove magic is real soon. I feel as though life could never be dull if we had magic.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
The End of an Era
My childhood ends at 12:01 am July 15.
Thirteen years of my life all belong to the glorious existence of Harry Potter.
Why do I want to Major in English? Harry Potter. What was the first full novel I read as a kid? Harry Potter. Why did I meet all four of my current best friends? Harry Potter.
Thirteen years! I was six when the first book came out in America. Just a cute little six year old second grader who was quite content to not read any books. And then, one fateful sunny afternoon, my mother handed me a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and said "Here, I think you'll like this." Ha. Me, read a book. That's a good one. I, being six, went outside and played with my friends. My mother decided she'd start reading it to me in bed that night. She read chapter one, and then left. And the next night she read me chapter two. And then chapter three following that. But it was that third night that things changed. My mother was reading it too slow. How dare she get me hooked on a book and then read only one chapter a night. So I took matters into my own hands and read half the book that night. Yes. Vengeance was mine! Now she'd have to wait until I was done to find out what happened next.
I finished the book a few days later, but now I was hooked. Harry Potter was the best thing ever and none of my little play-friends understood. They had kick ball and bikes, what good would a book do them? But my mother understood. She bought me the second and then the third. I read them as fast as my little mind could process them. Oh, those glorious books. Those wonderful things filled with joy and happiness.
The fourth book was the first time I had to actually wait for forever to get it. The fourth wasn't out yet. I was not a happy child. I wanted that book. Why couldn't that book be mine? And, to make everything thousands of times worse, I only learned about midnight parties after it came out. I was devastated that I didn't get to go. But I'd go to the next. Yes. Yes I would.
And then the movie came out just a bit before I turned 11. My little 11 year old mind couldn't handle it. I'd get to watch them? How could life get any better? Of course, then my 11 birthday came around and I was devastated by the lack of an owl bearing my letter. I wanted to go to Hogwarts, damn it. But I got over it. Sort of.
The fifth book was the most painful to wait for. I was up in the back woods of Maine when it came out. No midnight parties out there. And, as if the world hated me, my mother told me I wasn't allowed to read it until I got back from a fishing trip with my dad, brother, grandfather, and this guy Bob. I did not like this plan. I complained, but my mother promised I'd get the book as soon as I got back. This agreement was not good enough. I needed that book the second the bookstore opened. And I needed to read it NOW! But I went on that fishing trip and caught two fish. I don't even know why people bothered bringing me fishing. I didn't like fishing. I didn't like touching worms or fish and therefore made everyone else do so for me. I was the only one to catch fish that day forcing my dad to put a worm on my hook and then take the fish off my hook. I just wanted that book so I formed a plan...
"Dad, I have to go to the bathroom..."
"Can you wait half an hour?"
No. "Sure... Fine. Half and hour." I grumbled a while and really didn't want to fish any more or even go through the motions of fishing.
"Dad, can we go now?"
"Fine."
Success was mine! Home we went... After stopping for lunch. I ate my sandwich in misery. But we got home shortly after that. My dad told my mom how I got all the fish and how I probably just wanted to go home to have the satisfaction of having been the only one to catch fish. I just nodded and smiled. That book needed to be mine so I was not going to argue. My mother gave me the beautiful blue book. It was just so pretty! I loved it. This was the first time that I read non-stop. Two days. A personal record at the time, but I would beat it with the next book.
The sixth book. Now I could go to the midnight parties. And that was my plan. I refused to take no for an answer. I was now about to become Freshman in high school where I would meet one of my bests friends because she had Sirius Black on her shirt. But before all that happened, I needed to convince my mother she wanted to go to the midnight party. But, no, she liked going to bed at 9:30. What good was that going to do me? I tried so hard to get her to go with me since I'd have no ride without her. And that's how it ended up. Once again, I had to wait like a muggle to get the book. And, while I had been a bit weepy with the fifth book. This was the first time I sobbed. Hysterically. I could not believe J.K.R could have written such a dark book. It wasn't until later I realized... Only one book left. Whatever would I do with myself? My life. Ending...
But the sixth book brought me something else. Theories. I knew Snape was good before the seventh book came out. I had mentally prepared myself for Harry and Hagrid's deaths, seeing as Harry obviously had to be a horcrux, and this time, I'd go to that midnight party. Since it was the last book my mother decided it would be fine to go with me. I was dressed up and completely ready. I was also number 484 in line. A very long line, but worth it to get that book. At last, just a few minutes past midnight, the book was mine. The last book. The final installment. All truth was about to be revealed. I devoured the book in 12 hours and 45 minutes. My final record. I cried so hard that it was another hour before I decided to leave my room and say hello to my grandparents who had gotten in from Maine earlier that day. I wore all black and mourned the loss of two of my absolute favorite characters. Remus Lupin and Fred Weasley.
And now the final movie is about to be released. More than half of my life has gone to this series and has inspired me to be a writer, even if I do believe my writing sucks, but so many childhoods like mine will end that night. We will actually watch as our favorite characters die. Laugh, through our tears, as Mrs. Weasley calls Bellatrix a bitch, and then cheer as Neville saves the day with his BAMF moment with the sword of Godric Gryffindor. And then it will end. Nothing left to look forward to.
What other book could possibly inspire such greatness like the Harry Potter Alliance that raised hundreds of thousands to send to Haiti all in the name of Harry Potter. Even Nerdfighters, fighting to decrease world suck, tend to be some of the biggest Harry Potter fans.
Sure, there are books that have become quite popular, but they just don't give the same excitement. Hunger Games was really good, but just wasn't the same. I even read Twilight, and while, I unfortunately must admit, the first was alright, the rest were complete shit and don't even get my started on the grammar and it's encouraging small tween girls to bite each other. Nothing could ever compare and in just a few short week, it'll be over. My childhood will end.
Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for making my childhood magical.
Yes, I teared up while writing that
Mischief Managed.
Thirteen years of my life all belong to the glorious existence of Harry Potter.
Why do I want to Major in English? Harry Potter. What was the first full novel I read as a kid? Harry Potter. Why did I meet all four of my current best friends? Harry Potter.
Thirteen years! I was six when the first book came out in America. Just a cute little six year old second grader who was quite content to not read any books. And then, one fateful sunny afternoon, my mother handed me a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and said "Here, I think you'll like this." Ha. Me, read a book. That's a good one. I, being six, went outside and played with my friends. My mother decided she'd start reading it to me in bed that night. She read chapter one, and then left. And the next night she read me chapter two. And then chapter three following that. But it was that third night that things changed. My mother was reading it too slow. How dare she get me hooked on a book and then read only one chapter a night. So I took matters into my own hands and read half the book that night. Yes. Vengeance was mine! Now she'd have to wait until I was done to find out what happened next.
I finished the book a few days later, but now I was hooked. Harry Potter was the best thing ever and none of my little play-friends understood. They had kick ball and bikes, what good would a book do them? But my mother understood. She bought me the second and then the third. I read them as fast as my little mind could process them. Oh, those glorious books. Those wonderful things filled with joy and happiness.
The fourth book was the first time I had to actually wait for forever to get it. The fourth wasn't out yet. I was not a happy child. I wanted that book. Why couldn't that book be mine? And, to make everything thousands of times worse, I only learned about midnight parties after it came out. I was devastated that I didn't get to go. But I'd go to the next. Yes. Yes I would.
And then the movie came out just a bit before I turned 11. My little 11 year old mind couldn't handle it. I'd get to watch them? How could life get any better? Of course, then my 11 birthday came around and I was devastated by the lack of an owl bearing my letter. I wanted to go to Hogwarts, damn it. But I got over it. Sort of.
The fifth book was the most painful to wait for. I was up in the back woods of Maine when it came out. No midnight parties out there. And, as if the world hated me, my mother told me I wasn't allowed to read it until I got back from a fishing trip with my dad, brother, grandfather, and this guy Bob. I did not like this plan. I complained, but my mother promised I'd get the book as soon as I got back. This agreement was not good enough. I needed that book the second the bookstore opened. And I needed to read it NOW! But I went on that fishing trip and caught two fish. I don't even know why people bothered bringing me fishing. I didn't like fishing. I didn't like touching worms or fish and therefore made everyone else do so for me. I was the only one to catch fish that day forcing my dad to put a worm on my hook and then take the fish off my hook. I just wanted that book so I formed a plan...
"Dad, I have to go to the bathroom..."
"Can you wait half an hour?"
No. "Sure... Fine. Half and hour." I grumbled a while and really didn't want to fish any more or even go through the motions of fishing.
"Dad, can we go now?"
"Fine."
Success was mine! Home we went... After stopping for lunch. I ate my sandwich in misery. But we got home shortly after that. My dad told my mom how I got all the fish and how I probably just wanted to go home to have the satisfaction of having been the only one to catch fish. I just nodded and smiled. That book needed to be mine so I was not going to argue. My mother gave me the beautiful blue book. It was just so pretty! I loved it. This was the first time that I read non-stop. Two days. A personal record at the time, but I would beat it with the next book.
The sixth book. Now I could go to the midnight parties. And that was my plan. I refused to take no for an answer. I was now about to become Freshman in high school where I would meet one of my bests friends because she had Sirius Black on her shirt. But before all that happened, I needed to convince my mother she wanted to go to the midnight party. But, no, she liked going to bed at 9:30. What good was that going to do me? I tried so hard to get her to go with me since I'd have no ride without her. And that's how it ended up. Once again, I had to wait like a muggle to get the book. And, while I had been a bit weepy with the fifth book. This was the first time I sobbed. Hysterically. I could not believe J.K.R could have written such a dark book. It wasn't until later I realized... Only one book left. Whatever would I do with myself? My life. Ending...
But the sixth book brought me something else. Theories. I knew Snape was good before the seventh book came out. I had mentally prepared myself for Harry and Hagrid's deaths, seeing as Harry obviously had to be a horcrux, and this time, I'd go to that midnight party. Since it was the last book my mother decided it would be fine to go with me. I was dressed up and completely ready. I was also number 484 in line. A very long line, but worth it to get that book. At last, just a few minutes past midnight, the book was mine. The last book. The final installment. All truth was about to be revealed. I devoured the book in 12 hours and 45 minutes. My final record. I cried so hard that it was another hour before I decided to leave my room and say hello to my grandparents who had gotten in from Maine earlier that day. I wore all black and mourned the loss of two of my absolute favorite characters. Remus Lupin and Fred Weasley.
And now the final movie is about to be released. More than half of my life has gone to this series and has inspired me to be a writer, even if I do believe my writing sucks, but so many childhoods like mine will end that night. We will actually watch as our favorite characters die. Laugh, through our tears, as Mrs. Weasley calls Bellatrix a bitch, and then cheer as Neville saves the day with his BAMF moment with the sword of Godric Gryffindor. And then it will end. Nothing left to look forward to.
What other book could possibly inspire such greatness like the Harry Potter Alliance that raised hundreds of thousands to send to Haiti all in the name of Harry Potter. Even Nerdfighters, fighting to decrease world suck, tend to be some of the biggest Harry Potter fans.
Sure, there are books that have become quite popular, but they just don't give the same excitement. Hunger Games was really good, but just wasn't the same. I even read Twilight, and while, I unfortunately must admit, the first was alright, the rest were complete shit and don't even get my started on the grammar and it's encouraging small tween girls to bite each other. Nothing could ever compare and in just a few short week, it'll be over. My childhood will end.
Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for making my childhood magical.
Yes, I teared up while writing that
Mischief Managed.
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