Does anyone really watch television shows at the actual time they air, on the actual television set? Cause I never really do anymore. I usually just DVR it, or watch it on Hulu, or Netflix, or megavideo. I was just thinking because I've been home all day.
Today it got into the triple digits outside. I live in Massa-freaking-chusetts. How the hell is a human supposed to live in heat like that when our bodies have an average temperature of 96-98 degrees? Imma boilin' myself up out there!!! But actually. I don't do well in the heat at all. I remember one summer, about three years ago, I was in my neighbors' driveway with my mom and my neighbor, the sun was blazing and I had a drink. My mom was chatting, and I was finishing up the last drops of my soda. One minute later I wasn't feeling too well, and I blinked to try and get the weird black spots out of my eyes. Next thing I knew I was laying on the cement with nervous people all around me. Fun times. So I figured since today was hot, I might as well just chill inside, but that means that I get to spend time thinking about stuff like T. V. shows and human body temperature while I watch Criminal Minds. (I love me some Criminal Minds.)
On a side note, I'm getting my wisdom teeth yanked on August 18th and I'm kinda sorta EXTREMELY nervous. I've never had any kind of surgery before, and I know it's only minor, but D: I've never even had an IV. Color me kinda scared.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Midnight premieres are cool, but not when you walk out looking like a drowned raccoon.
On Thursday night, I was a part of history. I've been a Harry Potter nerd forever and I was finally old enough to go to a midnight premiere. But why did it have to be the last one?!?!?!?!
That morning, I woke up due to major excitement at 4:30 a.m. The day could not have passed by slower. At 5:30 p.m. I changed into my Harry Potter swag, and was sporting a spiffing Gryffindor uniform. My fellow Gryffindor, and Slytherin gal pal arrived soon after and together we had a feast while teasing my sister because she's a Hufflepuff. (She got extremely angry at me...) We hung out, took pictures, dueled, and discussed the last couple movies along with the books. We left for the theatre at quarter to ten, and oh my god, why have I never been to a Harry Potter event before? Everyone was a Harry Potter nerd like me, all dressed up. Giofuis;evuiygsoy. So. Effing. Awesome. The movie itself was just amazing. By far the best out of all eight: The special effects were SO COOL, the acting was the best, and the writing was absolutely brilliant. I laughed, I cried, I screamed. Truely a phenomenal film.
After the movie, we went back to my house and were so jacked on Coca-cola, that we fell asleep at 5:30 in the morning. If you can do math, yes. I was actually up for twenty-five hours straight. Holy. Crap.
One of my favorite parts of the night was before the previews started, some guy that worked at the theatre was giving away Deathly Hallows Part 2 posters if you could answer some Harry Potter Trivia. I literally know more about HP than I do about my own life. For all the easier questions, my hand just wasn't fast enough. (What are three of the names of the triwizard champions?..., What class does Neville Longbottom excel at..?, etc..) Then the guy asked "What is Nearly Headless Nick's last name?" Do you know it? My hand shot up and two other people hesitantly raised theirs. The guy called on me YAYERZ. "Porpington," I say without hesitation. I got it right!!! That was so groovy for me, because I never win anything!!! Then my friend asked me how I knew that. My response was, "You don't know that? I thought everybody did."
*Facepalm* No, Sophie. Only huge dorkuses know that sort of useless crap.
So, naturally, I was very proud of myself.
That morning, I woke up due to major excitement at 4:30 a.m. The day could not have passed by slower. At 5:30 p.m. I changed into my Harry Potter swag, and was sporting a spiffing Gryffindor uniform. My fellow Gryffindor, and Slytherin gal pal arrived soon after and together we had a feast while teasing my sister because she's a Hufflepuff. (She got extremely angry at me...) We hung out, took pictures, dueled, and discussed the last couple movies along with the books. We left for the theatre at quarter to ten, and oh my god, why have I never been to a Harry Potter event before? Everyone was a Harry Potter nerd like me, all dressed up. Giofuis;evuiygsoy. So. Effing. Awesome. The movie itself was just amazing. By far the best out of all eight: The special effects were SO COOL, the acting was the best, and the writing was absolutely brilliant. I laughed, I cried, I screamed. Truely a phenomenal film.
After the movie, we went back to my house and were so jacked on Coca-cola, that we fell asleep at 5:30 in the morning. If you can do math, yes. I was actually up for twenty-five hours straight. Holy. Crap.
One of my favorite parts of the night was before the previews started, some guy that worked at the theatre was giving away Deathly Hallows Part 2 posters if you could answer some Harry Potter Trivia. I literally know more about HP than I do about my own life. For all the easier questions, my hand just wasn't fast enough. (What are three of the names of the triwizard champions?..., What class does Neville Longbottom excel at..?, etc..) Then the guy asked "What is Nearly Headless Nick's last name?" Do you know it? My hand shot up and two other people hesitantly raised theirs. The guy called on me YAYERZ. "Porpington," I say without hesitation. I got it right!!! That was so groovy for me, because I never win anything!!! Then my friend asked me how I knew that. My response was, "You don't know that? I thought everybody did."
*Facepalm* No, Sophie. Only huge dorkuses know that sort of useless crap.
So, naturally, I was very proud of myself.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Letter to Harry
Dear Harry,
In 1998, I was in preschool and every night my mother would read to me from the Sorcerer's Stone. I didn't learn how to read until first grade, and by then the first two movies had come out. When I finally got to second grade I tried to pick up the books right from the beginning, but I disappointed myself because someone who only reads Magic Tree House books doesn't exactly understand three quarters of the vocabulary on the first page. So I waited. I waited until the next summer and I read all of the Harry Potter books more than I drank water. All five of them. I remember I was sick for two days and while the rest of my family went out to camp or to run errands, I sat and read Goblet of Fire. In two days. When I got to the end of Order of the Phoenix, I cried and yelled at the book, cursing Bellatrix Lestrange for taking away some of the only family you had left. As time passed, and I waited in anticipation for the next book, I reread the entire series. And when Half Blood Prince came out, my mom had to buy two copies of the same book because I refused to wait two weeks for my brother to read it first. I didn't just cry when I got to the end of that one; I sobbed. I didn't leave my room for two hours and didn't want to talk to anyone for the next few days. I hated Snape like everyone else. Hated him with a burning passion that I just couldn't shake. I reread the books again. And again. And I reread the books seven different times by the time July 17, 2007 came around. That day I held the book in my hands, I ran up to my room and just looked at it. I took it all in before I even cracked it. The cover art, the weight, the way I felt about not knowing the end of the Harry Potter series for the last time in my life. I opened it to the dedication page and a tingle tear leaked out of my eye, and I began the last installment in the epic tale of Harry Potter. And I didn't eat until I finished the next day. My parents yelled at me at two in the morning when I was reading and not asleep. The minute I tuned the last page and saw the inside back cover, I sat there and cried silently. Because you're not just a fictional character, Harry, you're real. You're real in the pictures from 2000, when I'm wearing my Hogwarts shirt. You're real in the corner of my room that is a bookcase completely covered in Harry Potter memorabilia. You're real in my memories, and speech, and interest in types of books. Real in my teenage years when I went back to read the books just to see how another teenage went through their life. So real in the way that when I had no friends, I had you. Real in the way that as a definition, you are my childhood. And most importantly, you're absolutely and most definitely real in my heart. Thank you Harry Potter, for letting me feel loved by paper, being my best friend, and allowing me a place that made me realize that I'm a part of something simply bigger than just a series. I'm part of a family, and we are all still waiting for our Hogwarts letters in the mail.
Love always,
Sophie
In 1998, I was in preschool and every night my mother would read to me from the Sorcerer's Stone. I didn't learn how to read until first grade, and by then the first two movies had come out. When I finally got to second grade I tried to pick up the books right from the beginning, but I disappointed myself because someone who only reads Magic Tree House books doesn't exactly understand three quarters of the vocabulary on the first page. So I waited. I waited until the next summer and I read all of the Harry Potter books more than I drank water. All five of them. I remember I was sick for two days and while the rest of my family went out to camp or to run errands, I sat and read Goblet of Fire. In two days. When I got to the end of Order of the Phoenix, I cried and yelled at the book, cursing Bellatrix Lestrange for taking away some of the only family you had left. As time passed, and I waited in anticipation for the next book, I reread the entire series. And when Half Blood Prince came out, my mom had to buy two copies of the same book because I refused to wait two weeks for my brother to read it first. I didn't just cry when I got to the end of that one; I sobbed. I didn't leave my room for two hours and didn't want to talk to anyone for the next few days. I hated Snape like everyone else. Hated him with a burning passion that I just couldn't shake. I reread the books again. And again. And I reread the books seven different times by the time July 17, 2007 came around. That day I held the book in my hands, I ran up to my room and just looked at it. I took it all in before I even cracked it. The cover art, the weight, the way I felt about not knowing the end of the Harry Potter series for the last time in my life. I opened it to the dedication page and a tingle tear leaked out of my eye, and I began the last installment in the epic tale of Harry Potter. And I didn't eat until I finished the next day. My parents yelled at me at two in the morning when I was reading and not asleep. The minute I tuned the last page and saw the inside back cover, I sat there and cried silently. Because you're not just a fictional character, Harry, you're real. You're real in the pictures from 2000, when I'm wearing my Hogwarts shirt. You're real in the corner of my room that is a bookcase completely covered in Harry Potter memorabilia. You're real in my memories, and speech, and interest in types of books. Real in my teenage years when I went back to read the books just to see how another teenage went through their life. So real in the way that when I had no friends, I had you. Real in the way that as a definition, you are my childhood. And most importantly, you're absolutely and most definitely real in my heart. Thank you Harry Potter, for letting me feel loved by paper, being my best friend, and allowing me a place that made me realize that I'm a part of something simply bigger than just a series. I'm part of a family, and we are all still waiting for our Hogwarts letters in the mail.
Love always,
Sophie
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