You may know that I’m Polish, Irish, and Catholic. Or in other words, I’m more than built for having a huge family to continue on the string of eating, breeding, Polish/Irish Catholics. This isn’t something I’m ever going to fight. It’s what I want. A huge family. I want to be able to surround myself with people that I will unconditionally love because they are my own flesh and blood. This has always been a big deal to me. Being the dork I am, I’ve done some thinking and decided between three and seven kids would be appropriate for my desires. Yeah, you’re thinking “Seven kids?!” And I’m thinking “Only seven kids?!” That’s what makes me different. That doesn’t even seem like many kids to me. Because that’s what I want. Getting married to my best friend and the love of my life. Having kids. Watching them grow up together. Becoming grandparents. It’s my goal in life.
I did not write this, nor do I take any credit for this next segment of blog (in italics). I do however find that this relates very closely to me. I do read a lot. Okay a lot is putting it lightly. Books are my passion. I can fall into the unreality of them and get lost in them. Then when they’re over, sometimes it takes me a moment to come back down to Earth and realize it wasn’t real. Sometimes it makes me more sad than it does other times, it depends on the book. This next passage is the best way to get to know me, I think. It’s not exactly right but the principles are all there. I hope this helps my readers get a little closer to what’s near and dear to my heart. From wanting to give my kids strange names, to getting lost for hours in an author’s made-up world, to having my coffee go cold because I forget about the world outside of my pages, to asking for book money more often than clothes money, and especially not being happy when I’m interrupted, this is me. Even if it doesn’t begin to fully cover it :p
For those that do not know, I have a mild (okay fine, all consuming) obsession with Harry Potter. I know the most random of trivia about the books and movies. This makes me happy. In ways most could not begin to fathom. But I’m alright with this. I’ve accepted it. I always knew I was different.. I still say I should have gotten my letter when I was 11, life is so not fair.
Anyways! The last two days I have spent my time at the theater watching the hp movies for the last time on the big screen. Sadly I missed the first and fourth because of class and a test I had to study for. Then I saw the midnight premiere of the Deathly Hallows Part 2 (in 3D). It was magical. I cried like a baby. The end.
Hhahaha yeah right. Basically the issue I seemed to continuously be faced with was the fact that people in this marathon felt the painful need to laugh and cheer and such. I know most of yall have seen these movies before. Calm the f down! I know it’s hp and I love the books and movies, but this isn’t new! Save your energy for the final movie! Christ’s sake. I just wanted to overdose on hp after my fish died and instead I’m faced with the overwhelming urge to punch people in their throats. By the sixth and seventh movie, where people have cheered like maniacs and acted like all around fools, I was terrified that people were going to be that obnoxious during the final movie.
Now yes, they were annoyingly loud and yes, I did miss far too much of the movie because I couldn’t hear over all their noise, but at least people were silent when silence was deserved. The only sounds were the faint movements of fingers brushing away tears and sniffles. This included everyone. Men, women, children alike. In tears. Now I have never in my life shed actual tears in a movie, but I did. Then I’d calm down. But right after I’d start crying again because I realized hp was done! No more book releases (though those ended a while ago), no more midnight premieres, no more dressing up, no more dorking with my friends about hp. Life as I know it has ended. What else is there to live for but HARRY FREAKING POTTER.
Now that I’m done with the melodramaticness of that.. I should tell yall about my experience with this lady in the theater that was obviously a poser hp fan. I’m being lazy and copying this from my fb conversation with the lovely Bailey (whose tumblr is linked conveniently on the right side of this page). A little boy ran across the aisle in front of me, proclaiming that he had seen a Death Eater in the lobby. She quickly asked if he knew the appropriate spell to defeat them. This lady told a boy the wrong spell saying “Expecto Patronus” would get rid of a Death Eater. I calmly looked at her and told her that was a dementor. I should have told her that a Death Eater would laugh in your face if you did that. ): I then had to tell her what the “wand wave away flick thing” was Expelliarmus. And no, that wouldn’t do much for you against a Death Eater because you’re no where near as amazing as Harry James Potter. People these days! Know your Harry Potter or gtfo.
I miss Harry Potter already. Of course I’m going to go see the movie again. How could I not. My children will one day read the books that I grew up with, will appropriately be Sorted into Slytherin (though I won’t love them less if they go into Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, probably a little less if it’s Hufflepuff though.. I mean all that comes out of Hufflepuff is sparkly vampires!), and most importantly love these books! They’ll never die. I’m going to make sure of that. As are many of my fellow hp lovers out there.
Now that this is all said and done, the only thing left to say is: Mischief managed.
xoxo, the little birdy.
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I would just like to start this blog by giving a small eulogy to my late betta fish, Chuck. I had him for nine months. It was a good nine months. He was very spoiled and such. Alas, I left him to go on vacation for a few weeks in hopes that I would return to him in the same condition but that was not the case. So, he died last night. Probably painfully, but I’m going to hope that that was not what actually happened. So here’s to you Chuck, I love youuu. RIP. ❤
Being from the glorious South, I grew up knowing the ins and outs of what is expected of us in regards to respect and manners, etc. Maybe those aren’t the right words. But they’ll work I guess. Generally, we’re taught how we’re supposed to interact with each other. In most cases, it’s generally expected of men to hold doors for other people, especially women (as well as the elderly). This hasn’t really been the case as of late, unfortunately. Call me old fashioned, but I do like (and am extremely flattered) when a guy legit holds the door open for me!
We use words in our every day lives. Asking for directions, telling someone good morning, or even cursing out the person that just cut you off and slowed down on the freeway. No one really ever stops and takes into account the affect those words may have on a person. I know some people don’t intentionally use their words wrong, but that doesn’t always make the situation less painful when the wrong thing comes out. It’s so easy to mis-communicate that there’s always going to be some sort of disagreement that ruins an hour, a day, a week or even a lifetime. Personally, I have the problem that I tend to bottle up all emotion and keep it there. I don’t let it out. I don’t show it. I don’t even feel anything sometimes because of it. Yeah that sounds emoscreamo, but that’s not what I’m getting at. The problem is more wide spread than just me, I’m sure. I am positive about this. Because I know that when you do just what I do and keep everything in until one little thing sets the bottle spilling over, your words are screwed. You won’t make sense. Nothing will ever come out right until you solve the issues that are really getting at you.