Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Things that need to become popular again:
Calling people. On the phone.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
At some point in October, I will probably have the following conversation with someone I know. If you are that someone, please respond accordingly.
Samantha: Guess what?
Samantha: I had this great idea for my NaNoWriMo!
You: Let's hear it.
Samantha: Okay. It takes place right after the seventh book ends, but it disregards the whole epilogue.
You: You're writing a novel length Harry Potter fanfic?
Samantha: It'll be awesome, I know. Anyways, it's going to be right after the seventh, and it's going to be this angsty DMHP thing going. It'll start out with Harry feeling like he has no more purpose, because he's already defeated Voldemort, and then Draco will be regretting everything he did during the war, and then they'll meet and have this sort of reconciling, where they realized that they have no reason to be hating each other. And the-
You: Samantha, this is a really dumb idea.
Samantha: What, do you have a better one?
You: Yeah. Remember Milton? Isn't he awesome?
Samantha: Well...yeah. But the real problem with Milton is that he never talks to anyone.
You: That's because he's the only character.
Samantha: That's his fault, not mine.
You: What? Just give him some friends.
Samantha: The whole book is supposed to be happening in Milton's head.
You: Do you ever listen to yourself and realize that you sometimes sound kind of dumb?
Samantha: Do you ever listen to yourself and realize that you're a bitch?
Samantha: Sorry mate.
You: You can't pull off saying "mate".
Samantha: This is why I need to write a novel length fanfic.
You: It'll sound bad in that too.
Samantha: It's just that...
Samantha: The world needs another ridiculous Harry Potter pairing.
You: The world just doesn't need you to write it. What you need to do is spend some quality time with Milton. You aren't writing a DMHP fic. It will end badly. They always do. Go read some, and notice that they always end the same way, and it will never be good.
Readers, I know what you're asking. You're wondering why I must be stopped. Here's why.
Everything felt surreal. He had defeated Voldemort two weeks ago, and the very idea of that seemed impossible to Harry. He had wondered, for a very long time, weather this would ever happen, and here it was. It had happened. He had won, and now he didn't know how to react. He'd imagined this before, he'd thought of how he would win, what everyone would think of it, what everyone would do. The one thing he hadn't imagined about it was what he was supposed to do afterwards. What happens when you're the boy who lived, you're the one who was alive mainly so he could save everyone from Voldemort, and Voldemort's dead? What are you after that?
Ever since the night he won, Harry had taken to wandering the corridors at Hogwarts. It was a strange sort of nostalgia that he had for the school. This was where he was first exposed to magic, where he had met everyone he knew, where he had saved Sirius, where he had watched Dumbledore die. Hogwarts was his home more than anywhere else, and now that he didn't need to stay there anymore, where was he supposed to go? He couldn't go back to the Dursleys', even if he wanted to. He couldn't go to the Burrow, he would feel wrong, butting in on their family right now. He could go to Sirius' house. No, his house. This was a good idea, at least he could be alone there, he wouldn't have to be around the people who were so amazed with him. Yes, that was what he would do, go spend some time at his home. He started on his way up to Gryffindor tower to gather his things.
Draco was walking down the corridor, contemplating everything he had done. He had killed. That one word, killer almost defined him. And he didn't know if he wanted to do it. Ever since he had become a Death Eater, he didn't know if he had done anything that he really wanted to. And now, now the Dark Lord was dead. He didn't have to do what someone else wanted, but at the same time, he couldn't do whatever he wanted. He couldn't betray the other supporters, but he had no desire to be one of them.
"Malfoy" A voice said. Draco looked up and saw Harry walking in front of him. Out of all the people who could still be at Hogwarts, Draco didn't expect Harry to be one of them. Harry hadn't even turned around, he was still walking, looking at the stone walls with fascination, as if he had never seen them before.
"Potter" Draco quickened his pace, while Harry slowed his until they were walking beside one another.
"It's weird, isn't it? Weird to still be here, when everyone has left." Draco was rather astonished, it seemed as though Harry wanted to have an actual conversation, not just throwing around accusations and curses.
"Not that weird for me. For you, it's weird that the Weasel and Mudblood aren't here."
"They're off celebrating, I guess. Well, not really. Ron's brother died, so that puts a bit of a damper on the festivities."
"Ah." Draco paused, staring at the floor "I've been wondering why you did it."
"Why I did what?"
"Why you were so set on killing the Dark Lord."
"I didn't have a choice."
"You always have a choice to make." Draco responded, almost instantaneously.
"Okay, then why did you choose to be with Voldemort?"
"I was meant to. It's a family thing. And really, it didn't seem that bad."
Harry chuckled and immedietly regretted it when he saw the look on Draco's face. "How can Voledmort not seem that bad?"
"We had the same goal as you did, Potter. The only difference is that you won."
They were silent for a bit.
Harry had never thought that their goals were anything alike. The Order wanted to preserve peace, to keep people safe, to let the muggles live. Voldemort wanted to kill people ruthlessly and seize control.
"No." Harry said softly, and then a little louder. "No, no they don't. We stood for everything good and you stood for just trying to topple that. I understand asking for forgiveness, but saying that your people were just as good as mine were is just ridiculous and wrong."
Draco was abnormally calm. "But what if we had won? What would you be saying then, if history was viewing us in a better light, if we were the ones writing the history books? You would be wishing you were on the winning side, Potter.
If you actually read all of that, I am very sorry. The reason I need people like you is to prevent me from doing stupid stuff.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Well, this just sucks. You know the canoe camp that I'm going to next week that is going to be superfabulousamazing?
It got canceled.
There were three of us signed up for it, and we had all gone to CIT together. And then one of us backed out and they can't run a camp for two people. So I'm going to be home all of next week.
I plan on spending as much of the next twelve hours reading fanfiction and drinking tea as possible. This is as close to watching chick flicks, wearing sweatpants, and eating ice cream as it gets.
Posted by Samantha at 9:51 PM
That's the vauge title of the day. I hope you like it.
This is where they should have filmed all burrow scenes. It's pretty much awesome.
Also, I saw a car that I want and can afford. It's as old as I am. And then I found out how much the insurance would cost. Car insurance is freekin' expensive. As in almost-twice-as-much-as-the-car-expensive. Poop.
Yes. This is a trailer for a video someone is making about how much they love Sarah Palin. Yes. Be afraid.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I hit the pause button. And now I'm wandering around while everyone else is frozen in place. I don't think they can see me and I don't care if they do. And I run and climb and scream and laugh and it's amazing. And I throw a rock at a window. It bounces off. I punch people, I just bounce back. And it all stays the same and it's comforting. But at the same time, it's scary. It's not supposed to work, the pause button. None of them, nothing except for play is supposed to work.
But even when it's going okay, even when you hit play, it's scary. It's really scary. Because with play comes the questions. Questions that are hard to answear. Not "Name the author of Ghosts" or "What's the capital of Bangladesh?", I can answear those. These questions are like "Will you ever be anything?" "Do you want to go on?" "How are you going to get out?" "Will you ever get out?"
And that's what really scares me.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Harry Potter is. And now I'm going to go watch the fifth movie, because it's very blurry in my head.
Thing that was awesome:
The flashback scenes. They were all in this sort of green light that made the orphanage feel like the depressing place I imagine it to be, and I thought it was sort of interesting to see a not-as-old Dumbledore.
Thing that scared me:
When they're getting the horcrux, they're trying to go back, and there's this shocking hand grab. I kind of screeched.
Thing that was strange:He was wearing a suit the whole time, except during classes. And everyone else was wearing jeans, and no one thought that was odd. Also, I kind of want the slicked back hair again, like it was in the first two movies. I also thought it was weird how he seemed to wake up in the hospital wing right when Harry and Dumbledore got back, and then he got up there...and was wearing a suit. If the guy who you are out to kill is there and venerable, do you waste time getting changed? No. You go kill him.
I feel very sorry for the kids who will read Harry Potter and never be able to go to a book or movie release. It would be so wrong to have heard how the series ends without having read the books as they came out. Tragic. Soul crushing.
"This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world that won't know his name. There will be books about him, he will be a legend." Minerva McGonagall
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Has it actually been more than a week since I blogged? Yes. Maybe. Yes.
Go to orthodontist.
Find out I must have my wisdom teeth out.
Do other stuff.
Write a letter.
Try to make a video.
Youtube has matinnce.
Damn you, youtube.
Work on world history stuff.
Think that it's monday for quite some time.
Wake up on couch.
Don't remember falling asleep on couch.
Plan epic escape.
Plant salad box.
Plan more epic escaping.
Clearly, I am planning an epic escape. Where to, I'm not sure. Somewhere I can live in a tiny house and walk everywhere and have a cute garden. Because the cute garden is of utmost importance.
Posted by Samantha at 9:51 PM