Home Again

Fairly good weekend at home...Dad ended up not going on his vacation because Deb was sick (and my tummy hurts like flu-hurt...hope I didn't catch it...) Gramps turned 75 years old on Friday and we ate cake and watched him open cards. It's hard to believe that the feeble man before me was once my strong and hard-working Grandfather.








But, times go on and we all get older. Even my mom looked a little older to me than last time.
Saturday, I went to the beach and treasure-hunting with Cindy! It was so good to see her probably for the last time before Christmas because she moves to Denver, CO at the end of August. It seems all Fremont friends are migrating out west...first Megan to Utah, then Caitie to Cali and now Cindy to Colorado. I must have missed the memo. I was able to find a large, practically brand new skillet for 12 dollars. It was quite the treasure indeed.
Tonight is my second sleep disorder study only this time, I'm doing it at home. I have to go to the clinic at 7:30 to get all wired up and then drive home looking like a robot escapee or something. I'll have a little box that travels with me that all the wires hook up to and I sleep with that night. I'll be glad when this ordeal is over, and I can get a good nights sleep. I just want to get all this out of the way since as August progresses, its going to get more and more hectic.
Went through all my old pictures with my Mom on Saturday night...what memories. I am buying a new printer soon with a scanner so I can put some of them online. Hilarity.

If there is anything I hate in this entire world more than shopping for shoes....shopping for purses...
Don't get me wrong, I love shoes and purses. But, only when I stumble upon them accidentally. When I actually NEED one, I have the hardest time finding anything at all.
My usual purse bit the dust...the zipper ripped off, it was dirty and way too small...so I thought I'd be all grown-up and clever and go to the mall to buy a new one. Worst errand ever...I went in EVERY SINGLE department store and what I liked I couldn't afford ($450 dollars??? Wha??) and everything else was something my grandma would carry (no offense, Grams). It was overwhelming and made my head hurt...I spent 2 hours there.
So I went to Target where the world make sense. And I found my perfect purse in less than 10 minutes.
This is the only thing I could think of to type because my life has become inheritantly boring and dull.

But, I am rather tickled JK Rowling is going to write a HP Encyclopedia...standing in line for 2 hours before midnight might not be over just yet...

BOR-ING

My life has gotten so boring, there is just NOTHING to post as of late. I get up at 8:30, roll into work about 5 minutes late at 9:05, leave my boring job at 4:00, take a nap, get up and eat some sort of dinner, watch TV, read a little, go to bed. Every. Single. Day. I'm actually anxious for school to start because I need some variety and something to do. Band and class will be a nice change of pace.
I did, however, have dinner with Sarah last night which was fabulous. She convinced me not to give up on thinking about make-up stuff...so I won't. I've GOT to finish this degree, however, and that is that.
Going home this weekend for Grandpa's 75th birthday. Also, going to the Fremont Speedway with Mikey for some infield action Saturday night. Twill be good to see the family once more.
I'm so restless...it sort of makes me hurt all over. I need SOMETHING.

Thank You, Harry.

Thank you, Harry
Thank you, Harry.
Thank you for entertaining me with your prepubecent banter, your sarcastic wit, and your ability to mis-judge pretty much all those around you.
Thank you for helping me realize that sometimes, my problems just aren't so bad.
Thank you for surrounding yourself with such colorful characters.
Thank you for allowing me to feel through you.
Thank you for teaching me that its ok to make mistakes because we are all human no matter what.
Thank you for showing me how to be brave.
Thank you for teaching me that what is right isn't always easy.
Thank you for being an example of fierce loyalty to one's friends.
Thank you for teaching me how to value my friends.
Thank you for inspiring me to do good.
Thank you for being MY friend.

Road Trip to Canton

Weekend was fine, saw Kyle Bee up in Canton! Phil, Steve, and Poot provided hours of endless entertainment which made me laugh rather hard. Did not pee myself though.
Worked the Glen Miller Concert last night at Moonlight Gardens for Doc..it was rockin'. Danced a lot, pranced around a lot, was all dressed up and of course VIP party with the band at the end.
Planned HP stuff with Anna and Z. SOOO EXCITED.

Phoenix Review: Proceed with Caution

Harry Potter Movie Review: SPOILERS PEOPLE.
Still wrapping my mind around last nights movie...

Awkward moments: Cho/Harry kiss (I just squirmed it was SO AWKWARD TO WATCH)...The Order in Harry's house...any scene with Mrs. Figg...Cornelius Fudge's "He's really back" line...just...awkward.
What the bloody hell???: Umm...I was under the impression this movie was about The Order...so...where were they? Other than Harry, everyone was frickin emotionally disabled...Howler for Petunia? How about the Dursley scene in general?? Quidditch anyone? How about some sort of emotional reaction from the Weasley's when their dad is BITTEN BY A FRICKIN SNAKE...
What I loved: The Prophecy room falling apart...Voldemort raining broken glass upon Dumbledore's head which in turn is turned into sand...Voldemort's possession of Harry...Luna Lovegood...Snape's memory...McGonagall vs. Umbridge scenes...Umbridge in general...BLOOD!! EVERYWHERE!!! SO EVIL!!...SIRIUS PUNCHING LUCIUS MALFOY IN THE FACE

Mixed feelings that are obviously not coherent enough to form sentences...seeing it AGAIN only in IMAX 3D tonight...then I'll tell you what I think.

Phoenix Review: Proceed with Caution

Harry Potter Movie Review: SPOILERS PEOPLE.
Still wrapping my mind around last nights movie...

Awkward moments: Cho/Harry kiss (I just squirmed it was SO AWKWARD TO WATCH)...The Order in Harry's house...any scene with Mrs. Figg...Cornelius Fudge's "He's really back" line...just...awkward.
What the bloody hell???: Umm...I was under the impression this movie was about The Order...so...where were they? Other than Harry, everyone was frickin emotionally disabled...Howler for Petunia? How about the Dursley scene in general?? Quidditch anyone? How about some sort of emotional reaction from the Weasley's when their dad is BITTEN BY A FRICKIN SNAKE...
What I loved: The Prophecy room falling apart...Voldemort raining broken glass upon Dumbledore's head which in turn is turned into sand...Voldemort's possession of Harry...Luna Lovegood...Snape's memory...McGonagall vs. Umbridge scenes...Umbridge in general...BLOOD!! EVERYWHERE!!! SO EVIL!!...SIRIUS PUNCHING LUCIUS MALFOY IN THE FACE

Mixed feelings that are obviously not coherent enough to form sentences...seeing it AGAIN only in IMAX 3D tonight...then I'll tell you what I think.

Nightmares on Wheeler St.

Horrors
I made it a rule of thumb for myself never to watch horror movies after I had 6 weeks of nightmares and hid my TV in the closet when I first saw "The Ring". Unfortunately, morbid curiosity gets the best of me sometimes and while flipping through the channels this afternoon, SciFi had the movie "Cabin Fever" on. You know, the movie with Rider Strong (Shawn Hunter in "Boy Meets World" if that rings a bell) where the college kids are staying in a cabin in the woods and contract a flesh-eating disease that causes all their skin to fall off. Yeah, that movie. So in my grotesque horror, I watched a majority of it only to find every time I itch myself, I have a sinking feeling I'm going to rip a chunk of flesh off. Enough was enough when Shawn Hunter (more manly but no less horny of course) hits a deer that somehow gets its front feet through the windshield of his truck and starts flailing about until Shawn blows it to bits with his rifle. There were only 20 minutes to go, but it was just time to turn the damn thing off. I was rather impressed, however, when Shawny managed to bludgeon his girlfriend to death who had no face left yet was somehow still alive. I hope I'm a good enough friend to do that should any of your faces start falling off.
I'm sure there will be nightmares.
On a POSITIVE movie note...very few days remain between me and the fifth Harry Potter movie. Now, the fifth book is by far my favorite for several reasons, among which are George and Fred's glorious exit out of Hogwarts, the inter-mingling and introduction of several righteous Order members (such as Tonks and the real Mad-Eye) and of course, the final fight scene in the Ministry of Magic. I saw a clip from the Prophecy room and LOVED it. Bellatrix Lestrange is so evil and just pure insanity. I look forward to Dumbledore and Voldemort going head to head but am not looking forward to Harry's awkward asian kiss. Any romance in these books has not gone over well with me because I'm frankly just not interested. It helps character development though, so I tolerate it.
Once all seven books are out, grad students can start doing masters and doctoral thesis on them...as an English major, I'm keeping that in mind...

Parting is Such Un-sweet Sorrow...

When I was younger and the world was all wrong (which it was a lot thanks to my family and my emotionally abusive father), I would hide up in my room for hours reading. It wasn't until i was 14 or so that I found the place I would always turn back to ...Harry Potter. He had more problems as a kid than I would ever have to face and yet, he made me feel like I had a friend with which to commiserate. The books are ridiculously entertaining, but for me, they have been a constant friend and companion through the hardest and darkest times in my life. They have special meaning beyond words...those characters were there when there was a horrible fight at my dad's house, when I couldn't sleep at night with my boyfriend off at college, when I had my appendectomy, even when I got to college and my boyfriend cheated on me...when I could finally sleep in my dorm bed again, I had a flashlight and Harry Potter up in my loft with me and would read late into the night when I couldn't sleep. I have favorite passages marked so even when I don't feel like reading a whole book and I'm sad or lonely for just a second, I can pull one off the shelf and read it...
But in two weeks, it will be done. And as excited as I am to know how it all ends, it really hurts my heart. No more late night conversations with Z and Anna about obscure details, imagining what might the outcome be or sparring with each other about who knows the most ridiculous details about the books. I'm 21 years old and can't bare to part with a story that has been my friend through every rough patch I can remember. I will sit up and read the book through the night with my friends by my side and Lord knows, I will cry when it's over.

But what a ride it will have been.

I Will Stab You With this Antler

Yea Cincinnati
Mike Lee, Anna and I were talking in the living room when we heard a *thud* down the hall from one of the bedrooms. No one else was home. We stop and listen. We hear it again. It sounds like someone is trying to break the window in Evans' room or open up the door from the outside porch thats connected to her and Amanda's rooms. Breaking and entering is one of THE most popular crimes in the 'Nati so it was not just us being paranoid. But what did we do instead of calling the cops? We decide to go investigate. What do we bring as weaponry? Mike grabbed my Guitar Hero controllor and I grabbed a petrified antler. We were apparently going to rock out the criminal than impale him with the antler...

Needless to say it was the stupid bunny rabbit stomping his overly large foot.

Exhaustion has hit. Goodnight.