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.
Monday, July 18, 2011
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
Thursday, June 23, 2011
*Insert Profound Title Here*
Hey, internet. Can we talk?
So, this year I had my first year of high school. Big, and intimidating, that building sat on top of a hill neither confirming nor denying if it were a prison like middle school had been, or even elementary school - but let's not go there. When the time came to step foot through the front doors, we were all nervous, excited, possibly calm and couldn't care less but, hey, let's play up the stereotype. Freshman. I was just a freshman in a blurred bunch of faces. Awaiting the endless possibilities of my future. Little did I know what I had taken up as a challenge.
Why had no one ever told me to bring my lunch the first week because if you try to buy lunch that week, you are absolutely guaranteed to get stepped on by upperclassmen? To be quite frank, the year itself was a total blur. I had to fight dragons, and evil wizards, and demons, all the while trying to keep up in my schoolwork. Not to mention I developed insomnia. Things didn't go as well as I had hoped this year, but I guess that'll teach me to try and put a leash on that wild mutt I know as life. This year was tough, and completely unexpected in the wow-I-thought-this-only-happened-in-the-movies-type thing, but I am just so glad that watching Disney channel prepared me for it.
Not.
Fortunately, the year of torment has ended, I will never have to be a high school frosh again, and I have friends. (I hope it's okay for me to call you "friends". I thought the contract covered that. Check's in the mail.) So basically, this was just a lame-ass nostalgic post about how sappy I can get before I get bored with myself. :) No, but really, I hope nothing like this year has to happen again, and also I kill dragons and other mystical beasts for fun now. So... yeah.
ALSO. I went to the dentist today, and I had to put on a heavy vest. Then I had to bite on a piece of plastic so lasers could line up with my face. Then this claspy thing clamps on my forehead and temples. Something revolved around my head and made noises, and I was freaking out because I felt like I was in some kind of sci-fi movie. In reality, I got way too excited about having my mouth x-rayed. Turns out my fifteen year old self needs to get her wisdom teeth pulled asap. Meh. :( I'm not stoked; I like being able to eat food.
So, this year I had my first year of high school. Big, and intimidating, that building sat on top of a hill neither confirming nor denying if it were a prison like middle school had been, or even elementary school - but let's not go there. When the time came to step foot through the front doors, we were all nervous, excited, possibly calm and couldn't care less but, hey, let's play up the stereotype. Freshman. I was just a freshman in a blurred bunch of faces. Awaiting the endless possibilities of my future. Little did I know what I had taken up as a challenge.
Why had no one ever told me to bring my lunch the first week because if you try to buy lunch that week, you are absolutely guaranteed to get stepped on by upperclassmen? To be quite frank, the year itself was a total blur. I had to fight dragons, and evil wizards, and demons, all the while trying to keep up in my schoolwork. Not to mention I developed insomnia. Things didn't go as well as I had hoped this year, but I guess that'll teach me to try and put a leash on that wild mutt I know as life. This year was tough, and completely unexpected in the wow-I-thought-this-only-happened-in-the-movies-type thing, but I am just so glad that watching Disney channel prepared me for it.
Not.
Fortunately, the year of torment has ended, I will never have to be a high school frosh again, and I have friends. (I hope it's okay for me to call you "friends". I thought the contract covered that. Check's in the mail.) So basically, this was just a lame-ass nostalgic post about how sappy I can get before I get bored with myself. :) No, but really, I hope nothing like this year has to happen again, and also I kill dragons and other mystical beasts for fun now. So... yeah.
ALSO. I went to the dentist today, and I had to put on a heavy vest. Then I had to bite on a piece of plastic so lasers could line up with my face. Then this claspy thing clamps on my forehead and temples. Something revolved around my head and made noises, and I was freaking out because I felt like I was in some kind of sci-fi movie. In reality, I got way too excited about having my mouth x-rayed. Turns out my fifteen year old self needs to get her wisdom teeth pulled asap. Meh. :( I'm not stoked; I like being able to eat food.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
I'm a DORK. :D
OH MY GOD YESSSS.
I love summer. Especially the "no school" part. Does anyone else feel like you could just skip around town in the middle of the day and sing songs that literally announce to the world that it's summer? No...? Just me. Huh...
(Guys, I havta do it. It's just too tempting...)
AWKWARD.
Anyways, pretty much all of my emotion can be summed up in this video on my YouTube channel.
GO LOVE ME. Just kidding. But actually.
I love summer. Especially the "no school" part. Does anyone else feel like you could just skip around town in the middle of the day and sing songs that literally announce to the world that it's summer? No...? Just me. Huh...
(Guys, I havta do it. It's just too tempting...)
AWKWARD.
Anyways, pretty much all of my emotion can be summed up in this video on my YouTube channel.
GO LOVE ME. Just kidding. But actually.
...
KTHNXBYE.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Make it Count, Kid.
I have but one day left. An hour and a half. Then I'm free to go. Here goes nothing.
Make it count, kid.
Make it count, kid.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Hello, Life? Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to take a break for a while.
I am counting the hours until I get to be free from seven hours in a building that brings stress to all who enter. To two entire months of lengthened daylight where I can't see my breath in the air. But I'm not there yet. So I go to high school every morning and sleep an average of three hours each night because it's my job. I don't get paid, sometimes I don't even get fed, and they can punish me for doing my obligated job not up to par. Remind me again why I thought growing up would be a good idea?
I haven't been sleeping much, but last night was a particularly restless one. I fell asleep holding an open package of chocolate Goldfish (they're better than they sound, trust me), and unfortunately for me, I like to toss and turn in my much needed (and lacking) dormant hours. I woke up an hour later because my bed had turned into a snack bowl from last night's party. Being too lazy to actually clean them up at one in the morning, I did the only smart thing that a sensible half-asleep young woman would do: I ate them all. All. Of. Them. That was an unopened bag at 6 p.m..
Life, why do I even bother to try and make sense of you?
I haven't been sleeping much, but last night was a particularly restless one. I fell asleep holding an open package of chocolate Goldfish (they're better than they sound, trust me), and unfortunately for me, I like to toss and turn in my much needed (and lacking) dormant hours. I woke up an hour later because my bed had turned into a snack bowl from last night's party. Being too lazy to actually clean them up at one in the morning, I did the only smart thing that a sensible half-asleep young woman would do: I ate them all. All. Of. Them. That was an unopened bag at 6 p.m..
Life, why do I even bother to try and make sense of you?
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Those Irksome Teenage Pangs
I wish I were a lot of things, but I've never not wanted to be me. I mean, sure, when we were little we all wanted to be a princess, or Hermione Granger, or even Misty from Pokémon - what? Oh, that was just me? Oh...
But in reality, we didn't want to be them, we just wanted to be exactly like them. I find that this is a little bit more than slightly different.I guess I'm not really going anywhere with that thought, but right now I'm fifteen. My freshman year of high school has *goes and checks assignment notebook* twenty-four days eft of its life, and I couldn't be more excited that summer was coming. I used to not look forward to summer because I've never gone to camps, and all my friends did. So the only time I would see them was during the school year. This was also the time when I loved school, so to say that my perspective on life has changed a tad is an understatement. I don't really have many neighbors my age in my neighborhood, so forget a block party, or whatever those crazy shenanigans are called. All I had access to was my family, and boy, did we have some fun. My mom used to be a teacher so there's always been bins of activities, and toys lying around the basement. Stuff like giant cardboard bricks, and pet store play stuff, and pizza joint stuff, play food, you know, the works, so to me it never really got old as long as I had either my brother or sister. And even when I was alone, I loved to sing to myself, make up stories, and when all would fail, I would pop in a VHS of some super awesome disney film that we had in a case next to the television set. I was quite the independent tyke, if I do say so myself. I was one of the happiest kids you could ever meet, and on every other day you could probably catch me singing "Hakuna Matata" as I skipped up the stairs.
Lately, I've been finding myself doing things that I haven't done in years. Last Tuesday, I somehow found myself watching the first season of Pokémon, and actually enjoyed it. Laugh all you want, you know you love it, though. I reminisced on when I used to watch it, and while looking through old pictures, I found one of me when I was off to school for kindergarten. I looked at the picture and thought, Oh, God. I had to be holding up bunny ears, I was so mature, whatever, I was five. And that's when I saw it: I was wearing plain girly clothes, shirt shorts, pink backpack, and WHAM!! You're hit with the realization that I am the coolest cat you've ever seen. I had on knee-high Pokémon socks. You. Are. Welcome.
As a teenager, you find yourself missing things you loved as a child, and I've been having irksome pains in my chest ** lately. So, a new thing is a part of my blog that is gonna be about Those Irksome Teenage Pangs, and you can come along a trip down memory lane with me. I'm not really sure how it'll go... Mainly because I'm planning on winging it, but also because I just don't have to know where I'm going. And that's the beauty of it.
And yo thought I forgot.
**... and I just know it's her fault, that b*tch! (virtual high five for the reference --> *high-five*)
AWKWARD.
But in reality, we didn't want to be them, we just wanted to be exactly like them. I find that this is a little bit more than slightly different.I guess I'm not really going anywhere with that thought, but right now I'm fifteen. My freshman year of high school has *goes and checks assignment notebook* twenty-four days eft of its life, and I couldn't be more excited that summer was coming. I used to not look forward to summer because I've never gone to camps, and all my friends did. So the only time I would see them was during the school year. This was also the time when I loved school, so to say that my perspective on life has changed a tad is an understatement. I don't really have many neighbors my age in my neighborhood, so forget a block party, or whatever those crazy shenanigans are called. All I had access to was my family, and boy, did we have some fun. My mom used to be a teacher so there's always been bins of activities, and toys lying around the basement. Stuff like giant cardboard bricks, and pet store play stuff, and pizza joint stuff, play food, you know, the works, so to me it never really got old as long as I had either my brother or sister. And even when I was alone, I loved to sing to myself, make up stories, and when all would fail, I would pop in a VHS of some super awesome disney film that we had in a case next to the television set. I was quite the independent tyke, if I do say so myself. I was one of the happiest kids you could ever meet, and on every other day you could probably catch me singing "Hakuna Matata" as I skipped up the stairs.
Lately, I've been finding myself doing things that I haven't done in years. Last Tuesday, I somehow found myself watching the first season of Pokémon, and actually enjoyed it. Laugh all you want, you know you love it, though. I reminisced on when I used to watch it, and while looking through old pictures, I found one of me when I was off to school for kindergarten. I looked at the picture and thought, Oh, God. I had to be holding up bunny ears, I was so mature, whatever, I was five. And that's when I saw it: I was wearing plain girly clothes, shirt shorts, pink backpack, and WHAM!! You're hit with the realization that I am the coolest cat you've ever seen. I had on knee-high Pokémon socks. You. Are. Welcome.
As a teenager, you find yourself missing things you loved as a child, and I've been having irksome pains in my chest ** lately. So, a new thing is a part of my blog that is gonna be about Those Irksome Teenage Pangs, and you can come along a trip down memory lane with me. I'm not really sure how it'll go... Mainly because I'm planning on winging it, but also because I just don't have to know where I'm going. And that's the beauty of it.
And yo thought I forgot.
**... and I just know it's her fault, that b*tch! (virtual high five for the reference --> *high-five*)
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