Obviously, I am the only who blogs now (and my blogs don't really count), but that is probably because you girls all have lives. I haven't even started high school yet so I don't really have any work to do over the summer, I don't really have any friends in real life that I feel like I can hang out with, and I basically just can't find anything enjoyable; this means that I have actual time to blog, and I know that everyone else probably doesn't. Or maybe this blog is over? My facebook messages have been broken for a couple months so I can't really check them.
Today I woke up at 8 AM to watch the DH part 2 London premiere. It was just so beautiful to see how special it was to everyone. I loved seeing how much they respect the fans and each other. They truly think of themselves as a big family. To watch the fans that were lucky enough to be there scream for the cast. To see J.K. Rowling talk about how important, we the fans, were to the whole series. To listen to the announcers call Evanna "Luna Lovejoy," to hear them call Oliver and James "the Neville Twins." To know that, even though the fandom's magic won't end, there will never be another Harry Potter movie premiere.
I am so happy to be a part of this magical fandom. We can all connect over the smallest of things. We all help each other to enjoy the series even more. It makes me proud to be a Potterhead.
Without Potter I would not be in the same place that I am today. I would never have gotten in to the internet like I'm in to it right now. I wouldn't be a nerdfighter; I wouldn't even have heard of John and Hank. I would never have gotten in to Doctor Who or Sherlock or Supernatural or any of the other things that my life basically revolves around now. I wouldn't have made some of my best firends. It is terrible to think about what my life would be like without all of the magical things that have come in to my life since Potter.
Today as I watching the premiere, I cried throughout. Not because anything especially sad was happening, but because I was overwhelmed by how everyone felt about "the end."
Currently Reading: I'm in between books
Currently Listening: to neopets games
Greetings my fellow non-bloggers, It's Thursssshhhday (I speak Parseltongue now. Parseltongue is cool.)
I have no idea what to write about because I am bad with ideas.
Instead of quality writing... here is a picture of me with a cat (this is a legit picture. no altering was done to it AT ALL
My life is obviously very interesting.
This is it. I can't think of anything else and the only other pictures on my computer are of my various weddings (to a potato/Rebecca Black). Also Pedobear Carl Azuz.
Currently Reading: Teen Angst? Naaaaaahhhh...
Currently Listening: to Allegra's trock songs
Currently Thinking about: Going to the movies in about an hour (Cars 2!)
Hey girls it's Sunday!
If I were to have a dinner with a famous person. t'would be either Alton Brown or JK Rowling.
Alton Brown was chosen because he cooks really good food. He would cook the dinner while teaching me how to cook and then we would talk and stuff and I would be a Happy Katie.
If JK Rowling were to have dinner with me I would freak out the entire time and then probably sing the MOOSE song and then she would leave in confusion.
Therefore Alton Brown wins.
On a more serious note, I want to talk about the recent tragedy with a classmate of mine named Austin Hatch. When I first moved to Canterbury in third grade he was probably the first person I was rather familiar with. Not because we were friends. We weren't. We never spoke and I don't think he knew who I was. But within the first month of school we had circle time in our class rooms and we learned about how Austin Hatch's mother and his elder sister died in a plane crash. This affected me a lot. This was my first real experience with death. It was horrible and even thought I really didn't know Austin, I felt like I did because of it. Yesterday it was announced that Austin Hatch, his dad, and his stepmother were in a plane crash. His parents were killed and he is now in the hospital in critical condition.
I thought about how such a horrible thing happened to this nice, hard working, and smart student twice. I tried to think about how he felt. I couldn't imagine it. I couldn't imagine losing four of the closest people in your life in such a short time span. I checked facebook and there were all these posts about prayers for Austin. My dad in fact just told me to pray for Austin. But I couldn't (I don't really believe in prayer). I had no idea what to say. I still don't. This tragedy in addition to Carter's death earlier this spring made me think If any of my close friends died let alone my parents and brother I don't think I could even function.
I know Austin will pull through and I admire him for this. I want to support him in any way I can, but I don't see how I can. For now, I will keep him in my thoughts and hope for the best.
Well that wasn't depressing at all.
Less than Three,