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What is up, my Livejournal pal?
I apparently wrote a blog recently and never posted it--it is privated now--as so many end up. Poor dear.

Lots of things I've been meaning to discuss, but right now I want to post an open-ended question.

I was reading this article, posted by Matt Stopera, last night--but today when I was looking at it again, studying the featured model's hair, I thought that I noticed a diffrence.

The picture that I'm looking at says this:

I read something like but not necessarily "Check your date's reflection in your pocket mirror. When you see that it is missing, offer him a handkerchief. If it sparkles, ditch him--he will be one of those abstinent vampires. If it returns to you clean, continue onto your date."

Have I gone crazy? I looked all over that article and I couldn't find even the vaguest reference to shiny vampire dates. Would anyone happen to know of an article perhaps parodying this one. Or does someone know if this was entirely in my imagination? Perchance.
In this time of crisis, your support means the world to me. The world.

Also, I would really appreciate the "Spinning Girl" illusion on this page explained to me. Because I cannot tell what I am supposed to be seeing.

Update: my friend sort of explained the spinning girl to me. She alrady made me nervous, so I felt very nauseous from watching her, but I eventually saw the change I was meant to see.

I have been considering bleaching my hair, but I haven't decided if theis is a terible idea or just one that I probably shouldnt do. If I do bleach it, it will remain this way for only a day or two, and then I will dye in brown again.
While people bleach their hair plenty of the time in order to dye it some crazy color, I still have reservations because I don't want to fry my hair by doing too much to it in such a short amount of time.
Plus, I'm not supposed to touch my hair at all before the play I'm in takes place--not that I'm truly concerned about this.
But I don't have a bloody terrific reson to dye my hair. It would only be for Halloween.
The idea of being Luna Lovegood keeps flitting through my head. If I wanted to be anyone from the Harry Potter series, I could just be Hermione Granger. All I would have to do is run a brush through my hair while it's dry. As I established a few years ago, rather than having hair on my head, I was born with pure frizz (technically, I was somewhat blond-ish bald when I was born), and I also have buck teeth. So I am a delightful Hermione. But I think that I would like to be Luna.

So, the reason I write this blog, is as a question to those who dye their hair more often than I do. Will my hair die if I dye it?

I have to mow the lawn, but I'll go brush my hair just so you, blog reader, can understand what I was referencing.



I find it almost cool that a ten second brushing can do that. I must see how big I can get it sometime soon.

I went to our local hot dog restaurant yesterday because one of the owners ordered me a special vegetarian sausage. The owners weren't working when I arrived; it was a selection of college students who apparently had no idea how to prepare soy.

They gathered around my weenie for a good fifteen minutes, poking it everyonce in a while, conspiratorily whispering desperate questions for what to do with it.
 


They called their boss for guidance.
Finally, they presented me my weenie after letting it cook for a solid twenty minutes.

It didn't actually taste very good; I don't like it when my fake meat tastes too much like real meat.
But I couldn't let them know; they were so anxious to please.

Today, I had three people pass me in the stairwell at separate times.
There's a conspiracy! They all happened to have the exact same wording!

"I like that girl's pants
...but they make her butt look big!"

What an awkward and delightful comment to get three times!



No regrets! Storm the Bastille! Alert the Corgis! Walk the Egyptian! Stare into the eyes of John!                          


P.S. I told my friend Shaboutiquae that I would promote her Twitter account. She's an aspiring writer and has some of her stuff linked there. Really amazing!
I'm hoping that if she gets a new follower or five, she'll post her latest chapters.

My BobbleJohn came in the mail today!

BobbleJohn! Featuring my freakish hand.
My hands always look odd in pictures.
My face always looks odd in pictures but only because I only make weird faces.
Much like in the mirror. I assume that all people make faces in the mirror.
It is the best way to look attractive. It also boosts self-esteem.

I got cast as the Duchess is the school's production of Alice in Wonderland.
This is acceptable. The Duchess has this really cute costume. So I'm pumped. In fact, I'll check Etsy later today for some costume ideas. Our production is going for a circus theme, so the Duchess is a bit like a flapper. I have no idea what a flapper does in a circus. Flaps?
I am really good at flapping. A regular Big Bird.

I've positioned BobbleJohn so that he is staring directly at me.
The job of the person who custom paints these bobble heads must be amazing. I need to look into it as a possible future career for myself.
I woud love to be an artist if only I had more skills and liked to draw more than people.

I also need to look into colleges. It sucks having no idea where to go to university. It almost makes me wish that my mother would have been one of those creepy parents who pound one school into their child's brain from birth. But not quite, because I hate those sort of parents.
I am pissed aout all of these parents who did not let their kids go to school today to prevent them from hearing President Obama's speech on education.
Ergh! "I don't want my kids hearin' any opinion that ain't mine-la-di-da! No opinions! The children must have no opinions! Also, Obama is the anti-christ. I read it. In the Bible."

I have to write a paper on the themes in A Tale of Two Cities--and I really hate themes. I'm really bad at identifying them. But I must do it. First, I'm going to make my friend Michael a zombie CD. Only, he has one of those parents that I mentioned earlier. So it's a secret zombie CD.
If he doesn't take it, then it shall be mine! All mine!
I think I need more zombie songs.
I thought of fourteen--and I have to take off two because of a tiny bit of cursing. 'Cause it's insane in the membrane! Insane in the brain!

Okay, that song isn't about zombies. But both things focus an awful lot on the subject of brains.

Update-erama!
My final playlist is:

I Love You 3:50 All Caps 
I Love Brains 3:46 All Caps 
Zombie Boy 3:03 The Magnetic Fields 
They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From the Dead!! Ahhhhh!  5:10 Sufjan Stevens 
Zombie 5:07 The Cranberries 
If I Only Had A Brain 2:20 The Flaming Lips 
Time of the Season 3:32 Zombies 
Zombie 3:21 The Trucks 
Exquisite Dead Guy 2:02 They Might Be Giants 
Zombified 3:17 Southern Culture On the Skids 
Brains! 5:15 Voltaire 
Dead Man's Party 6:21 Oingo Boingo 
Zombie Girlfriend 2:40 SNMNMNM 
The Living Dead 3:30 Phantom Planet 
Strangers In The Night 2:55 Cake 
Hip Albatross 2:53 Gorillaz 
Zombie Graveyard party 2:05 Be your own pet 
I walked with a Zombie 2:55 Roky Erickson 
Zombie Jamboree 3:22 Harry Belafonte 
Zombies and Democrats 0:24 Bob Hope 
!

Have urge to listen to High School Musical soundtrack.
Abort! Abort!

I want to sleep--but I just realized that my keyboard is working again, so I am compelled to type!

Just reread Sarah Dessen's This Lullaby. I have to be careful about Sarah Dessen. Sure, I like her stories, but I can be an uptight prude about her seemingly random use of comma and desperate need to map out her continuity (I'm such a stickler for getting continuity right!). But I like This Lullaby, so I can seem past her one case of this and make my mental movies.
Darren Criss is Dexter in my mental movie. No one else was cast by a real person, but I think that DarrenCriss is serfect nd should now be in everyone else's mental movies. Plus, I can't imagine him saying anything Dexter ever says, so it's like a little challenge, making mental Darren say what I'm reading.

I've gone through a myriad of books today. I only finished two, though. This one and Shy Ugly Girl. It took me a half hour to read the first page of Fourth Comings (A letter frm Marcus to his girlfriend, Jessica Darling), so I just stopped by the time I got to page two. And The first chapters of The Hunger Games deal with the characters having no food, so when Katniss finally gets food, she describes it for several pages. The part I happen to be on. So I only read two paragraphs before Istarted feeling ill.
I've been sick, by the way.
I totally deserve it.
I won't go into the more gory details of why my bad karma has brought this upon me. It would be inappropriate.
But I have been feeling down in the dumps for most of the week. And openly compaining about it.
When I had my play audition on Thursday, I kept bringing up how strange it was that I wasn't sick.
See, I've never auditioned for a play without being some sort of sick at the same time. So I told most of the people there that I had a feeling that at any second I was going to drop eith the plague.
But I audition. I feel very strange, and since I'm a genius, I decide that eating will make me feel better.
I fall asleep, and when I wake up, I learn that food is the very worst thing in the world and that we should all become robots who survive off of recycled materials.

I base our team's 52 point loss in football to my lack of pep at our rally. Just watch; next week I'll bring the cheer, and we will win again.
Not really. We won last week's game, and it was very shocking. Our second win in two years, I believe.

When looking for video footage of this week's pep rally just now, I saw that one of my classmate's videos of Michael Jackson impressions are working their way up in views. Good for him!

Mind just went blank--no idea what else I was going to say--No More Blogs After Ten, no matter how well the keyboard is behaving!
More interesting to come. Somehow!

I think I was once told that I came twelve days late. Was inducing labor not popular then or was my mother a very patient person? Yesterday was my 3/4 birthday! ...I didn't celebrate it. I think for my next birthday/Christmas (they are pretty much the same), I will beg someone to get my some really fancy headphones. I got a few pairs of ear buds last year, and I appreciated them, but I think I would like to have some pretty, surround-sound head phones to listen to music on. I've been listening to my iPod exclusively--meaning I'm not doing a load of other things at the same time--and I'm catching all sorts of fun things about the songs I never heard before. Mostly Darren Criss and Cloud Cult. They have all sorts of surprises hidden for me, and I'd love to have it magnified. So I'll need to do my research.

I am not the nicest person to the Twilight series. I have read the book and seen the movie, but I am always pushing dozens of other books that I find better on people who are really into them. Still, I'm happy that they've gotten so many people interested in reading for pleasure, and I am thankful that the movie was so funny. We need some good laughs.
But I really want to come up with a reason to dress up as Jane for the new movie Twilight. I am being weird and keep looking at the Yahoo stills for the movie. I remember staring at the Native American poster a few months ago and just laughing. That is a fancy poster. But I find myself bewitched my the Vulturi pictures. I got a crush on Michael Sheen after I saw Frost/Nixon and Jamie Campbell Bower--doesn't look like Jamie Campbell Bower!
I just feel like linking the pictures. The main cast's pics are kind of boring. Probably just because they aren't shiny and new. But at least you have the very last one to comfort you.

I want Alan Cummings to read an audiobook of mine.
I think that the first step would be to write a book.
And I don't like having to write books very much.
I find this to be a problem.

The last five movies I saw were (500) Days of Summer, An Awfully Big Adventure, Degrassi Goes Hollywood, Adventureland, and Sunshine Cleaning.
Reviews would probably be pointless.
But I liked them all. For very different reasons.
An Awfully Big Adventure was very strange. But it made me want to be Hugh Grant's character, Meredith. Even though I think I was supposed to dislike him, as he could very well have been the antagonist. I still aspire to be him without the bad bits.
Degrassi Goes Hollywood was a really beautiful love story. I learned a lot of morals. I literally had to tear my iPod from my own hands to keep myself from giving a constant Twitter feed of my review. This had a bit of sarcasm in it. Not the tweet thing, though. That I really wanted to do.
Martin Starr was in Adventureland! I hadn't known that. He played Bill in Freaks and Geeks. I still get excited when I see cast members from that show in other things. Sweets is very possibly my favorite character in Bones by now.

I think maybe I would be better at vlogging than blogging. Notjustcuz you don't have to spell check in verbal form (spell check? ha), but then people would realize that I'm not even coherent IRL.
Also, I'd get to sing.

I finally started reading my LiveJournal friends' page! I was so excited about finally catching up. But then I got pulled away in the middle of reading the first post. Drat! I will finish someday!

This has no segways because I wrote it on about three different occasions, opening my saved draft file. It is not connected. But I wrote it out of love.
What?

Sometimes I wonder where my clothes disappear to. That cheap, goes-with-anything dress from Old Navy--where is that. Those cute, navy suspenders--who stole those from me?
And there are always socks.
Generally argyle socks.
Which is so much worse! I love argyle!

I was looking through some of Forever 21's--does that store name mean that we wish that we were always the age 21? I doubt I'd like that much.--online catalog. They have some really excellent graphic tees. For such reasonable prices. I hope I never get a credit card. I will think that it is okay to buy things if they're cheap. But I will not keep in mind that cheap things in bulk become expensive.

Alter-egos are fun to create. I don't understand why people don't address me by these code names. Praise or Sanely is my "ooh, anagram" name. And Cyan-Eyed Eve is my pirate name. And my ninja name is silent.

I just realized that I just gave away some of my important walkie talkie names. But I don't think that I'll erase them. (Sh, don't tell. Or become an evil villian that will nab my spy partners and prevent me from saving them by selling my true identity to the highest bidder. Because that would blow.

My anatomy teacher's husband taught our class today while our teacher was at the hospital. He has to be a foot and a half taller than his wife. I imagine this is very fun. He's also from Utah, and I have never heard so many Mormon jokes in one hour. 

Auditions for Alice in Wonderland started today with a big assembly/explanation thing, which I sort of hated because I've been in the drama program for six years and one of the junior directors went terrifyingly into dictator mode.
But!
A eighth- or ninth-grader at one point swiveled in his cafeteria table seat, pointed at no one inparticular, and sang, "And it's gonna be totally awesome!"
And I spewed with joy.
And we sang together:
This year, you bet, gonna get out of here
The reign of Malfoy is drawing near
I'll have the greatest wizard career
And it's gonna be Totally Awesome!
Eighth grade! I think he's in eighth grade...
Or maybe ninth again?

At first, I thought that finally someone other than me knew their Internet, Harry Potter-inspired musicals.
Lauren ruined this illusion by telling me that when I let her borrow my copy of the DVD to A Very Potter Musical, she showed it to our friend Jordan who showed it to a boy under her band section, who is the boy who sang with me.
So in some ways, it's like I showed it to him.
It was still pleasant. He knows the words, right? Right!
Still a yay day.

Does anyone know the word Liverpool in adjective form?
I feel like ahving a Liverpool accent. And I keep calling it Liverpoolutian.
I would love to know the supercoolscientifical word.

Sometimes I'm really glad that people don't hang around me, just in order to prevent others from learning just how strange I am.
But then I remember that I am probably this strange because I don't spend enough time around people.

But I really like my bursts into song.
I right some righteous tunes.
About everything. Hannelore from Questionable Content. And the perks and cons of shaving my legs tonight. And why John Green is dreamy but also making me do things as strange as throwing together a video, more for my friendlies than for him.

All really good songs, though.

But I need to be studying because I have an anatomy exam tomorrow. And it's all "Ooh, Alison, memorize my coxal region!" And I'm all "Ooh, male anatomy body diagram, I am well-aware where your coxal region is. It's everything above it that leaves me!" Then, we have a stare-off battle. Then, I realize that all this staring is NOT helping me remember anything. Then, we stop talking to each other. Then, when I look at the test the nest day, I am too angry with the pictures to want to even try to remember what they mean.

So really, ma'am, it's not my fault that I failed. It was your drawings'. It does things to a person. Dreadful things.
Also, it drowns puppies. M'hm.

I decided to go ahead and buy myself a John Green bobble head--I am allowed to talk about it now, right? Not that Johnny Boy would ever read this, but Hank *did* say that we should keep it down-low.--even though it means that I am now brokedy-broke. Oh, money, we were together for such a short time! How I miss you!
Bad timing, because a few bands are finally coming to the southern region ( a very ignored region, if I do say so. Always having to drive two and a half hours to join in all the reindeer games if they're even having them this year!) whom I would like to see.
Mainly the Decemberists because this would probably be the only time I would get to see them perform all of their album The Hazards of Love in a nice row.

Oh, lookie, my video uploaded.
I have the weirdest passwords.
Hackerz, you would never be able to guess them without serious help...or spyware.

Update, horray! John Green's birthday video is currently in existence. Can you find me? I'm in it twice. I have a line!

I am making a CD to play while my friends and I throw cake at each other.
I need tips now.
GO!

(It's times like these that I wish I had actual followers. One all other occasions, I really prefer the five people who claim that they read this. But SOME of them (Ellen) never comment (Ellen). I'm not upset (Ellen), but I am watching you. Really, I'm watching you. Put down the cake mix, sweetheart.)

I saw that Youth in Revolt's audiobook is on iTunes. So tempting. I've been wanting to read it for a few years. When I found out that they were turning it into a movie, I expected to finally find it in stores. Still a fail, but I have time. I saw the movie trailer; it looks so fun. Hope it does well...and s worth doing well.

I finally caught up on all of the pictures and blogs released in July and August for the Scott Pilgrim. Michael Cera is invading my literature. Oh, boy, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World looks so good. Someone was complaining about the early pictures of Gideon because his character doesn't enter the comic until next year's issue. But I think it's exciting! It looks like the Japanese twin ex-boyfriends have been cut out of the movie, but I'm so glad that it has the final boss for Scott to take down. It will leave a rounded experience for me.

My skin terrified me today. I rubbed my eye, and it stayed stuck in that rubbed, wrinkled form until i got it to smooth out a little more. I didn't get much sleep last night. I worked on one homework assignment for around seven hours. Never actually finished it because I'm a weenie.

It sounds rainy! How can we film a cake fight in the rain?!

Why is the only tough music I can think of either rap or Lemon Demon?
I guess maybe Jay Z should go on my battle mix.
My brain is too sleepy to have to make a CD,
I have a feeling that we'll end up listening to A Very Potter Musical's soundtrack because I'm lazy.

While I was doing all of that homework, I listened to podcasts. It turns out that I am subscribed to a lot that I didn't know about! It also turns out that many of them are about Harry Potter!
I listened to Snape's Diary (genius and baffling),
some old Pottercasts,
the Potter episodes of Movie Makeout and Hatecast,
and Made of Fail.
I think I also listened to some non-Harry ones. It still says that I have 1404 unlistened podcasts. But plenty of them are transfers from my old computer.
I miss podcasts.
Do you listen to any good ones?
I haven't listened to any KEXP since 2008. So long!

I'll leave a link to the Youth in Revolt trailer, because I did wuite like those two minutes of my life.

Lauren's birthday is next month. She is having a Black & White Party.

But today I was mentioning the  Hogwarts Class of '84 wizard rock concert to her...wishing I could go, and she suggested that we perform our own songs from the eighties at her party so that it could almost be like I was there. Except that she would also like to do some songs from the early nineties.
I'm having a bit of trouble coming up with songs to rewrite, though.
I have loads of songs from the eighties and nineties because I have loads of songs from most recent decades.
But for some reason things don't come to mind when you ask them to!

So far, I have

"Infamous" (Irene Cara's "Fame")

"He Blinded Me with Potions" (I really wanted to write a song about professor McGonagall, but no matter what I tried, transfiguration was too many syllables, so I settled for Snape. This is based on Thomas Dolby's "She Blinded Me with Science.")

"Spells Like Teen Spirit" (I am still having trouble deciding if I should just stick with the nonsensical style of the original lyrics of Nirvana's "Smells Like Tenn Spirit." My surrent lyrics basically do. I'm having trouble with how to change a mullato/albino/mosquito/libido into wizard terms. I have two different versions of this part, but I don't like either very much. I also don't have a final line. The original's is "A denial.")

I'm working on "Dancing with Ourselves," based on Billy Idol's "Dancing with Myself." And even though it's from the seventies, I want to do "Bohemian Rhapsody."

I'd like to do "Total Eclipse of the Heart," but I have no idea what it would be about. I just want to sing that song as a duet with Lauren. And I think it would be fun to sing "Hungry Like the Wolf" for Remus.
Oh, and wouldn't it be funny if I changed the lyrics to "We Didn't Start the Fire" to be entirely wizarding events?

Anyway, I write this blog because I'm hoping for suggestions. Anything to help my mental block. From a song suggestions to a lyrics or two.
Or even a solution for "Total Eclipse of the Heart." The line "We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks" is just begging for it.

I have finally done it!
When I uploaded all fo my music to my laptop in February, many of the tracks from albums I directly uploaded to iTunes were tagged incorrectly, with their artist and album label missing.
I tried to tag each song correctly. I tried. But it was a strenuous task. I only made it through the first five tracks of each album.
I couldn't actually remember what every song's artist was based solely on the title and had to listen to them or even Google when I didn't recognize the singer's voice.
I have listened to a lot of crap. The Rooney, the No Doubt, the Tegan and Sara, the Eric Clapton, the Strokes, the Yann Tierson, the Dixie Chicks. it just went on and on. Some of it was a blast from the past. (Not that I'm sayign all of those artists are crap. It just gets tiring after a while. I quite like some of them.) I also found a Radiohead album. I didn't actually know that I owned a Radiohead album. I can't remember buying it. But it was there. I remember from that time I had to tag all nineteen tracks.
The Partridge Family was particularly difficult because I had most of the titles marked wrong. David Cassidy has a very recognizable voice, but when I was younger, I just tagged the titles whatever I wanted them to be, instead of looking up their titles. So they are named things like "Greyhound Bus" and "One Night Stand."
After a few hours work, I did it, folks. It's not such a big deal. But I am proud that I only have about 20 songs left untagged, as opposed to what was probably around 300 befoe. Not that I counted. Most of the leftovers are instrumentals with forgotten artists and songs from the soundtrack to a movie I made with some friends for a seventh grade English project. I didn't make the soundtrack, so I only knew some of te artists. The Freezepop song was obvious (really excellent Freezepop song called "Science Genius Girl"), but i don't know who sings the "Butterfly" song from Dance Dance Revolution. My Googling thinks that the artist is just the name of the video game. (Bonus note: the DDR song was used during one of my scenes. Such genius.)
That movie was really good, if you were wondering.
I'm not positive about the title, but I think it was The Beautiful, Gorgeous, Wonderful Alison Goes on Many Marelous Adventures; and Even Though Alison Isn't the Main Character, She Still Fills the Screen. You would never guess who came up with the title.
We made a ninety-seven percent on the movie. Or a one hundred. I can't remember which, so I'll leave it to your call.

My dear friend, Lauren, had her first solo piano concert today. Quite lovely. She played eleven songs. She also made her own cake, all of the keys of the piano with a rainbow of cake inside. She called it a metaphor for the black and white keys of the piano creating a rainbow of music. Something like that. I think she did it because our English teacher attended, and she wanted cool points for his mental book.
Everyone keeps a mental book.
You, like I, keep a mental book.

Gee, The Partridge Family are so good. Except only sweet David is actually performing.
EDIT: Gee, David is so good.

I made this completely badass video on Mackenzie Falls' website.
I realize that most people did not spend their summer with people under ten years of age and don't know what Mackenzie Falls is.
Mackenzie Falls is a fictional show in the Disney show Sonny with a Chance.
I haven't seen Sonny with a Chance much, but I have seen commercials for webisodes of Mackenzie Falls.
On the website for the show, you can make you own webisode using clips fromt he real show.
I have absolutely no way to save my video project that I know of.
But I want you to know how good it is and that it is a tragic story of two half brothers (Mackenzie and Devon) who are unable to hide their attraction for one another. There is love, war, and much innuendo.
You jealous?

I THINK I LOVE YOU, SO WHAT AM I SO AFRAID OF? (I'M AFRAID THAT I'M NOT SURE OF A LOVE THERE IS NO CURE FOR.)

--Oh, boy, the Spanish birthday song just came on! On your next birthday, I will put it on a mix for you, and you will dance. Unless I don't know your birthday. In that case, you will either tell me it or go cry in a corner.

In the mean time, I am going to be boogie-ing.

I want to discuss my feelings about all of the people who are not returning to the seventh Harry Potter film, which is really just me telling you who isn't coming back with an occasional comment. There's madness and there's reason and there's maybe reason for the madness.

Emma Thompson. I love this woman. And I love her as Professor Trelawney. But she decided to film Nanny McPhee's sequel, so I understand that she would have such a small role in Deathly Hallows.

Jamie Waylett. He plays Crabbe, whom I see as rather important in part two. Hopefully, his scene will still be in the movie, perhaps with Goyle taking over his actions, who is returning.

Hugh Mitchell as Colin Creevey. I wasn't expecting him since he was cut out of four of the movies, but I think the actor is adorable, and I hope that at least "Nigel" gets killed off or something. It might make me feel better....Nigel.

I think Luke Youngblood was awesome as Lee Jordan. They should have given him more to do.

Alfie Enoch is not returning as Dean Thomas. I am distraught over this. If only I had known when I saw Half-Blood Prince that it was my last Dean movie, I would have embraced it more. I have such a crush on that boy. He will be missed. He had a good scene in the seventh book.

The three actors who played the Dursleys. The Seven Potters scene will remain in the movie, but we won't get the sweet little good-bye from the Dursleys prior to it.

Verne Troyer as Griphook. I saw pictures on the set from Griphook's scene, and I didn't even realize that it wasn't Verne until i read the caption. Bummer.

Bill Nighy finally gets to make an appearance as Scrimgeour this time, which is nice because I love Bill Nighy,  and I felt bad that his part was removed from the sixth film. But he's not a very prominent character in the seventh. He matters, but I fully expected him to be cut out from this one, too.

And Clemence Poesy has finally been confirmed to return as Fleur, so now we know that they left the wedding scene at the beginning the same. There was a rumor that it would be replaced with Tonks and Remus's wedding. I'm glad that they left it in, because I was interested in later seeing Shell Cottage (which was also in the Griphook pictures, so I guess I knew either way).

You're welcome?
Sure. Definitely. You are so welcome.

( I stole a survey because it seemed fun, but it's long and pointless. As always, no pressure. )

Did you know that the number one iTunes Genius Sidebar Recommendation for Harry and the Potters is the Jonas Brothers? Are you pleased to now know?

I am actually paying a bit less for classes this year than last year. Last year I was taking a college course in addition to an AP class, but this year, I am taking AP English, some courses on the computer, and anatomy. Because of the sad little economy, the prices for all of these classes have gone up.

My teachers just kept making little comments on how backpacks should just sit in the corner--actually, my English teacher suggested that we pile them up outside of the classroom before a girl suggested that we just put them in the corner. I do miss it because I don't have any notebook I please with me. But I think my back might hurt less than usual which is a plus.

I do like having AP English with some friends. It is the only class I have with them, but I am still contented.
 And I fixed my last period, so now I'm a teacher aide for the drama class. This is the class for the seventh graders, who go around to the major elective classes for six weeks each to try them out. The ankle biters are nuts, but I'm getting a tiny dose of the drama I was missing out on otherwise.

I read the first chapter and three pages of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone today to Michael in my first period. I feel as if it will culture him. He says that he enjoys reading, but he cannot find books that interest him. Baby steps. I must help the Baptists!

I wrote lots of blogs in my imagination last night while trying to sleep. If I don't have DVDs playing while I try to sleep, my brain goes to very unpleasant things, so I must find means of distractions. I do some very strange things to get myself to sleep. But last night was mental blogging. I wouldn't actually write any of it down because they were more diary entries, and it wouldn't be fair. I have no problem sharing too much information about my own life, but it would be inconsiderate to share too many thoughts about other people's. Some personal things are out of bounds, too. Like, I have my own personal religion, but it would be too easy to offend people if I tried to explain why I feel the way I do. I'm a bit of a baby when it comes to hurting people's feelings. It seems like I'm always doing it unitentionally. If I ever do it purposefully, I would feel terribly, I'm sure.

It should be interesting to see what happens if I can't sleep again tonight.

School is weird.

I just don't know what to say about it. I felt weird there, and the classes were weird.
It is strange because I often don't feel like a real person. I make no contributions to the world. I feel very nothing. But I guess I am becoming a something.

I was wrong about my friend Kamie being in my first period. Instead, it is the teacher, Michael, and me. I've gone to the school for five years, and I got lost finding the classroom. She's been moved upstairs to a room with loads of doors. A nice room, though, I am looking forward to studying every morning. --And the teacher said that she'll share her morning coffee with us! That part will be delightful!
But I don't like my history teacher. He makes me feel uncomfortable. My mother knows him, but he talks about sports and glares at my backpack.
After having three teachers complain about my backpack, I have decded that starting tomorrow, I am no longer carrying one to school. While I think they are useful in carrying my things from one class to another, they call them large nuissances. So what if I've carried one for three years? (My poor naked back!)
I feel as if I need to get out of my seventh period class. There are four people in it. It's weird. I don't know what to do with myself. And I have pay for it.
School is expensive. I don't know if I'll enjoy it. I am listening to Harry Potter on audiobook to cheer myself up. It is very calming.

Erm, something exciting. Whenever I blog about life, I like to add something exciting to make up for it.

I think I just fixed my x key. I cannot be sure, but it is working!
Sexy!
Excellent!
Expertise!
Excruciating.
Exclamation.
Xylophilia.

I hear a bug or large, living mammal making noises behind my washing machine.

I get to spend some time with a friend tonight before she ventures off back to school, but I am going to spoil you, reader, with another one of my delightful blogs from down the lane.

I have something magical to share.

Back when I got my wisdom teeth removed, I was rather miserable, lying in bed all day. I needed an outlet that would give me some laughs, but I didn't feel up to reading actual books. My solution was to go to fanfiction websites with advanced search engines (There are so many fanfiction websites, I learned.) and read the summaries of the worst stories I could find.
People are sick. It's great. I've found everything from Ginny/Hagrid shippers to Barty Crouch, Jr./Fred. That's just the Harry Potter world.
It was a great pastime for when I was feeling very ick that week.
But I still like to do it every once in a while.
Last night, for instance.

In the Gilmore Girls section of the high class fanfiction.net, there is a genre option for fantasy! Hooray!
Let us journey to Hogwarts with dear old Rory!

Disclaimer! Please, know that the following snippets are not crafted by my own hand, but that of the lovely author. A link to the story will be given at the end! No copyright infringement intended.

Harry Potter meets Gilmore Girls tells the story of insistently seventeen-year-old Rory Gilmore-Hayden-Honsollstien-Windsor the 3rd, and her perilous adventure as she gets accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Little does she know that BFF, eleven-year-old Tristan DuGrey, has also been accepted! Will Rory end up with her lifelong friend or the snarky Malfoy's older brother, Logan Huntzberger? And how will one girl deal with so much new witchcraft--or is it new? The author has generated a luscious plot filled with mystery, giving us a look at the story from both first- and third-person perspective and the big secret of whether or not Chilton was indeed a wizarding school itself. I would recommend this story to anyone familiar with both the Stars Hollow and Hogwarts worlds. I fear that the humor and heart ache may be lost on those unfamiliar. You shan't be sorry!

From the first sentence ("I walked into Chilton 2 weeks before my B-day, but Tristan has me beet his is next week.") I was captivated.
A friendship is tested!
"Listen Mare i'm not coming back to Chilton" Tristan said.
Tears are questioned.
"Why not" I asked tears welling up in my eyes.
Scars are seen.
"Do you actually have the scar" I said.
He lifted up his hair and showed me.
"That is soooooooo cool" I bellowed.
Magic happens in a magic school.
"Well my name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. If you hang around us, you won't be made a fool because of who you are hanging out with and what is your name" he said.
"Ok stop right there. My name is Rory Gilmore-Hayden-Honsollstien-Windsor the 3rd and I think I already found my real friends you jerk and first of all I am 17" I said.

Remembering that I am someone who generally only reads summaries, believe that this is a piece of text that needs to be taken in full. Other than some silly poem by a hat in the middle, there are no slow parts. I read it all in one sitting. My only complaint is that it only has one chapter, and considering that the story has not been updated in nearly a year, it is unlikely that the story will continue.

Requiescat in pace, Harry Potter Meets the Gilmore Girls.

I was just trying to decide if I'd rather have Janice Dickinson or Heathcliff as my parent. I don't know if it's surprising, but I chose Heathcliff. I love his character; he's very interesting, but he's a complete nut. My friend Kamie had a very sufficient description of his character.

"Heathcliff is the most awesome villain/lovestruck hero/ freak ever!"

Janice Dickinson just terrifies me. I sometimes try to imagine what it would be like to be her daughter. I've never actually seen her daughter, but I would imagine that her entire life is a skittering fright. Just my imagination, of course.

I have by no means finished the book Wuthering Heights; I did watch the Juliette Binoche / Ralph Fiennes film version. Even though I've already read about her, I can't think of the maid character's name. She is the woman in whom Cathy confides all of her secrets and such. The point is that the actress who played her in this movie version looks exactly how I imagined the character Edna in the book The Awakening to look. Completely spot on.

The movie was rather hard to pay attention to because I really couldn't stop singing the Kate Bush song (over. and over. in different accents). At one point, I even started singing various songs from Singin' in the Rain. "Good Morning" and "Make 'Em Laugh" and "Singing in the Rain" and so on.

The movie was actually super helpful. I need to start watching the movies first from now on. Usually, I don't like to because it spoils the books for me, but everything that somewhat confused me in the text made total sense once I'd seen it on film.

Anyway, hilariously possessive Heathcliff or no-adjectives-needed Janice Dickinson?

(Iff'n you were a-wonderin', I believe that the actress who resembled Edna was playing the character Nelly Dean.)

I have finished A Tale of Two Cities tonight! 33% down! I still have to read two more and the SparkNotes for all three before I can really start on my notecards. But I am relieved to have finished this one on schedule!
I loved Stryver and Carton. I can't stop talking like the two of them.
I like the read all the dialogus bits aloud, using accents, and these two were very fun to make converse.
I also can't stop singing the song that ends the movie A Simple Wish.
Have you ever seen it?
It's about a girl (Mara Wilson) who gets a fairy godmother (Martin Short) who tries to help her get her opera singing father (Oliver Platt) a role in the musical production of A Tale of Two Cities. Many disatrous occurances occur, but it ends with a lovely song that I keep belting.

'Tis a far, far better thing
That I-I-I-I-I do nowww
Than I've eeeever
Dooooone
Beee-forrrre!

As you can see, gorgeous.
I hope that I can see Oliver Platt perform on the stage before one of us dies.
I'm always worried that people are going to die before I get to make magic happen between us.
Being so enthralled with Alan Rickman has its consequences. He's forty years older than me; what if he becomes too old before we have time to meet and fall in love? The very thought has me distraught.

Ugly Shy Girl came in the mail today. Cannot read it; must start on Frankenstein because the goal is to have it finished by tomorrow.

Looking forward to Wuthering Heights. When I'm not singing the SImple Wish song, I'm hollering to Heathcliff in Kate Bush's song "Wuthering Heights."
Boy I love that song. And some friends have been telling me that they've been listening to it now that they've finished the book. If I had to start a trend, this is the proper trend to start.

 

 

Now that I think about it, I might be lying to you. There are three songs that I keep singing.
How can I say that I've been singing a song over and over when I've really been singing three separate songs?
"Wuthering Heights" by Kate Bush
and
"Tis a Far, Far Better Thing" by Oliver Platt
and
"Yes Sir, I Can Boogie" by Oliver North Boy Choir

That last song is a cover of a seventies disco songs that I really like. The original is good, but I listen to the cover a whole lot more.

I made cookies today, too! No Bake Cookies. They're my favorite thing to make because they're so easy. And delicious.
But I've put on a lot of weight this summer--has to be close to ten pounds! Oh, goodness, that's a lot. So I'm planning to feed them all to my friends so that we'll be equals.

I know that I had something specific that I wanted to mention here. It was why I pulled up the blog box. This topic would obviously be...

 

If I knew what I was doing today, I would know how to dress. It is appalling that it is after noon, and I cannot decide what to wear!
I did have a fashion show, though. Very fancy.

Mother keeps calling me, freaked out that her computer has a virus on it--which for some reason would transfer to my computer having a virus on it? She says that they both have to go to the shop. I did full virus scans on both of them, and they're completely fine. When she tries to log into sites that require passwords, though, her virus protection software tells her that if she proceeds, she will be on unprotected websites. So she won't go on anything with a password. A wee bit frustrating.

I am going to keep growing my hair out, but I keep getting urges to cut my hair like the singer for the band Those Dancing Days. My hair looks a lot like hers when it is short (but I usually sleep on mine and it gets all flat which is not as adorable). And it is so cute and tempting.



Don't think I could pull it off. All of the girls in the band have such nice styles.

I have no idea how much it costs to bowl, but I guaranteed a friend that I would go bowling with her later this week, so I've been trying to save my money. I found a wonderful Harry Potter journal at our antique bookstore, though. I couldn't pass it up! I don't know how, but I convinced my dear old mum to get it for me. It came with its original stickers!

Is not that amazing? Are you amazed? If not, how can I get you there?

That is too magical for words. Good thing I am not a muggle, or I would be driven crazy.
Crazy.

Crazy.

If anyone happens to watch Degrassi (the Next Generation), could I get the opinion of the niners on season eight. Because I love the niners. And I wonder if i is a universal love or if I am the only one. It is actually Clare, KC, and Allie that I like. I am sort of mean to Connor. Not that he's a bad kid. But he could be so much better. This is a polite way of saying that he annoys me.

I cleaned out my notebooks last night to get them prepped for next week. I am at a loss. I am such a good doodler--how can I throw these away? But I have nowhere to put them if I do not trash them. Loss! I am at a loss!

Look at how sexy that is! If the quality could be any more ace, it would be clear that this is Alexander Hamilton in fish nets with Thomas Jefferson sending sex vibes from the corner.
These are what I consider to be two of America's sexiest forefathers.
I don't think I could bare trashing it.