There are worse things I could do.

I've decided that I'm on a crazy book craving rampage.

Putting aside the fact that my Barnes and Noble wish list is so long that it could be rolled out and used as a pathway for my journey from here to Mexico (Okay, exaggeration, I'm not going to Mexico.) I find myself looking longingly into the windows of used bookstores as I pass them in the car. It's as if it's one of those romantic scenes from a movie where the main character sees their lover walk by with another guy/girl and that sad music plays in the backround as the said couple suddenly move in slow motion while the person watching is like OMG THEY CREEPIN'.


YEAH. Any person I see walk into a bookstore who is not me is automatically the other person!

I have issues!

But anyway.

My point is I WANT BOOKS.

My Aunt on Facebook, Yes, I communicate with my family on Facebook, (Do not judge me! I live in California now!) already helped me to decide that this is a super-genius trait, which I shouldn't be too worried about, because she reads like 3 books a week. I know. The woman is a reading machine.

But I am kind of worried. Because sometimes I feel like I'm isolating myself from the real world by throwing myself into the many imaginary worlds I love. Which isn't that bad of a thing, I mean, I could be doing worse things. Shall I go into that? Yes, I shall.

There are worse things I could do list (Thanks, Rizzo):

1. Make a ton of noise with my plastic bag while someone next to me is on an important phone call.
2. Make a ton of noise with my plastic bag during a Broadway performance.
3. Make a ton of noise with my plastic bag at a symphony concert.
4. Carry around said bag with me at all times. If I hadn't, how the heck would it have ended up as such a public nuisance? Shame shame, plastic bag. I know your name.
5. Play Hannah Montana songs obnoxiously loud with my window rolled down while driving past the movie theater.
6. Put food on my plate, decide against it, and then put the food back with the rest of the food at a buffet.
7. Scratch my neck while I'm in the waiting room at the doctor's office. If you scratch ANYTHING while at a doctor's office people will look at you like you've just been diagnosed with the swine flu.
8. Tell my mom I have the swine flu because I licked a pig before I was married to it. Haha, Jonas Brother joke. Kinda.
9. Sing Greased Lightin' while I'm on my floaty toy in the pool. And make a lot of Vroom Vroom noises with my mouth. Samantha knows. I'm very comfortable with doing covers. Especially John Travolta's.
10. And last, but definitely least, spit into someone's water bottle when I take the sip that I swore to be free of backwash.

So as you can see, I could be a lot more annoying.

Even when I was little I was better at playing pretend than playing with the completely unappealing real world. There is nothing so great about the real world. That's the conclusion I ended up with when I asked myself what exactly is so great about the real world.

And when you're a writer, living in the imaginary is your job. It's what you do. It's like, your skill. I need to stop being so hard on myself.

I mean, I do need to be hard on myself when it comes to writing but not when it comes to who I am and what I'm doing to prepare myself for I job that consists of my absolute and complete passion.

Makin' up stuff.

Writing this has helped me to realize that I'm on exactly the track that I'm supposed to be on. And what I'm gonna do when I go to a Broadway show.

And it feels good.



Movie Quote of The Day:
Mikey, Mikey, this ain't the kind of place you wanna go to the bathroom in.
- Chunk
The Goonies

All about Harry.

Holy crap holy crap holy crap.

I LOVED HBP.

I'm so overcome with like, butterflies and happiness and relief. I'm completely impressed.

I love how David Yates totally captured the way Harry, Ron, and Hermione aren't the little chubby cheeked kids running through Platform 9 and 3/4 anymore. They're growing up, and that makes for SO MUCH GOOD STUFF.

I made a list.

So much good stuff:

1. One of my absolute favorite things about this series is the history the characters have with each other. Like they've been through stuff together and they've grown up together and they're there for each other. And so much of that was in this movie.

WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD, KAY COOL.

Example: When Harry was comforting Hermione after Ron made out with floozy Lavender, it was such a heartbreaking, but at the same time so amazing, moment because you really see how compassionate and empathic Harry is. I just love it.

And at the very beginning of the movie when Harry is being swamped by photographers and Dumbledore protectively puts his arm around Harry to steer him away from the crowd.

So many beautiful moments that illustrate the bond between the characters and completely satisfy the crowd who's come to know and love them.

When I remember more of these kind of moments I'll add them. Right now my mind is just too fuzzy with sheer bliss and I can't think straight.

2. Cute moments. 'Nuff said:

When Ginny tied Harry's shoe. A lot of people thought it was kind of weird, but I thought it was so sweet. I mean, he saved her from the Chamber of Secrets. I think she can tie his shoe, people. Plus it helps that she's undeniably in love with him. I was also really happy with their kiss, even though it's hard not to miss the whole Gryffindor common room kiss. But I'm not a tough critic, and I go with the flow. And this went with my flow.

The way Harry and Ron were fighting over the potion book. It was so playful and adorable that it made me want to throw myself into the movie.

Harry in general. He broke my heart at the most appropriate times. I think that was the point.

Harry and Ginny in general. I mean, so cute. I have a bone to pick with Bonnie Wright though, more on that later. But Daniel Radcliffe is such a fabulous actor.

When Ron and Harry were watching the First Years scramble around, and then laughing about it. I really like all of the Ron and Harry moments. Like when they hug.

Harry and the flirtatious moment with the waitress at the very beginning. I was expecting the very first scene of the movie to consist of Harry leaning against his window and snoring like in the book, but this was so much better. I'm all for changes when they're legit. And this was definitely legit.

RON PLAYING QUIDDITCH. Oh dear lord. Words can't even possibly describe how huge my smile was during all of those scenes. It was nice to see him victorious. Until he made out with floozy Lavender.

Lupin and Tonks. Love them love them love them love.

Harry and his felix felicis. I was grinning the whole time.

That little snowman sliding all over the cake. My mom had a cow over that one. She loves snowmen.

When Ginny fed Harry the cookie thing and then Ron plopped down between them. I love it.

When I remember more, they're going all up in here.

3. Characters I feel like I should talk about. I can already tell this is going to be long.

- Bellatrix is twisted and weird and terrifying and as of now, kind of perverted with her nephew, but you have to admit, she is also made of awesome. If I had to pick a villain that I absolutely had to be, I would so be her.

- Ginny. Everyone knows how much I adore Ginny, so I'm going to take this paragraph to discuss how annoyed I am with Bonnie Wright.

Bonnie, it's just no good.

I always have to remind myself that she was cast as Ginny way before Ginny was even considered as a love interest. She was just supposed to be Ron's little sis. I understand this. But really, come on. I was cringing every time she attempted to be flirty and cute and attractive, because she just looked so uncomfortable. Her other scenes weren't as horrifying, and I was really happy they gave her lines this time. But really. Can someone please like, shove the book in her face and say NO. ACT LIKE THIS.

I'm taking it way too personal. But only because Ginny is my favorite character like, ever, and I totally look up to her and it's just horrendously painful to see her best traits slaughtered on screen. I know, I know. Bonnie tried. I'm just a little afraid to see Harry and her kiss again in the next movie, because I am now scarred by her behavior in the Room of Requirement.

What. No Ginny. I will not close my eyes. Not when you say it like that.

Mostly I ignore her and picture the right version of Ginny. Or just focus on Harry. Which brings me to my next point...

- Harry. Oh, Harry. I love you. I want to slap Bonnie Wright for the way she acts with you but I want to give you a big hug for the way you act with her. I love you. I don't think I need to say anything more, because everyone already knows that if Harry Potter didn't live only on paper and inside a movie screen, I would marry him. And his hair was fabulous. And his wardrobe. He was more Harry than ever.

-Slughorn wasn't what I expected. He was even BETTER than I expected. I pictured Slughorn as a plump fellow with a pipe, but this guy was so amazing with his hilarious facial expressions. And when him and Hagrid got drunk and started singing, priceless.

- Draco, you are fierce. Now come to the light because The Order needs a blonde. My mom called you a toe-head because she doesn't like you.

4. Moments that gave me strong emotions. If that's vague enough for you.

- When the death eaters took down the bridge in a completely vicious way. My hand was over my mouth and everything.

- WHHHY DID THE BURROW BURN DOWN. Here's Harry's haven going up in flames. No.
Bellatrix was extrememly cool and evil in that scene though. And I was gasping for air when Ginny and Harry were running through the plant stuff. Whatever the stuff was. It looked uncomfortable.

- When Dumbledore died. I think that every part of my insides broke down.

- THE CAVE. I jumped like a foot off my seat when the inferi were all up in Harry's business even though I knew it was coming.

- When Hermione held Ron's hand. I wanted to just melt all over the sticky movie theater floor.

- When the phoenix soared through the sky. I was on the verge of tears at that point.

I'm just so glad that they got this one right. It was quite possibly the most amazing thing I've ever seen, and I love seeing the characters at this incredible point they're at. I want the 7th movie to be here, like, NOW.

Even this blog isn't adequate enough to describe my total admiration and adoration for this movie. It was just so so so perfect.

Use of the word wafts. Cherish it.

I just had one of those ideal moments.

It might have been fueled by the fact that I'm delirious, but whatever. Time to share.

I was sitting under my open window to avoid dying of heat stroke with the song Nobody knows you by Office playing on my ipod and thinking about how completely stoked I am to see Harry Potter on Friday, when all of a sudden this inexplicably sweet breeze wafts in and engulfs me in what I can only imagine to be the most summery feeling I've felt in all of the years I've experienced summer. And that's saying something, because I pay an almost neurotic amount of attention to capturing summer moments and storing them in my mind for those completely-not-magical fall nights.


It was so peaceful. Like for those few seconds, everything in the world at that moment had the opportunity to be perfect, even if it never would be. It still had a shot.

The End.


Movie Quote of The Day:
Nothing like piling on old pancakes and syrup after a night of beer drinking.
- Tony
Dazed and Confused

Sorbet is classy.

A conversation I had with my madre today while waiting in line at the good ol' In 'n' Out Burger:

Me: I watched a show today called 'Sixteen and Pregnant'. It was dysfunctional.
Mom: Well, that's neverrr going to happen to you.
Me: I know I know I know!
Mom: I mean, you're practically seventeen.
Me: ...

LULS

Okay, down to business.

California freeways are no joke. I mean, I'm sure I blow them way out of proportion because I'm so used to the mellow, sometimes boring roads of Washington, but lately I'm finding that whenever we take our coveted exit, the one that slightly resembles the promise land, my shoulders suddenly uncurl, I stop clenching my teeth, and I let out the breath that I didn't even realize I was holding. My mom is by no means a bad driver. She's what you could call a pretty boss driver. It's those other cars I'm threatened by.

It's the way they cruise so unnecessarily fast from the freeway entrance. It's the way they have the audacity to switch lanes without using a blinker. A BLINKER.

I
know.

It's the way they make me feel like I'm seventy years old when I'm forced to hold on to that thingy above the door when mom has to fight her way to a different lane so that we don't end up headed to LA. It's the way they make me wonder how the heck I'm going to react when I'm the one that's actually behind the wheel. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I have not yet attempted to get my drivers license.

Well, that and the fact that I'm too lazy.

Anyway, while we're on the subject of cruising down intimidating roads, let's talk Santa Ana. There's a liquor store like, every three blocks in that place.

I
know.


Which got me to thinking (Duh.) what it would be like to WORK in a liquor store. Do I waste my thinking process on certain subjects? I think not.

But seriously, I don't know about you, but I'm ridiculously amused by drunk people.

Imagine what a night it would be to see various people staggering through the aisles, carefully choosing their alcohol of the night while you sit there, watching, as they finally make their selection and then struggle to get it in the cart that happens to be already overflowing with liquor. I would find that fascinating. Even more so if people like McLovin' came in.

So after we took unnecessary back roads through Santa Ana, with fireworks going off absolutely EVERYWHERE. Bursting in the sky, sputtering on the sidewalks, popping and cracking and putting me even more on edge than usual, which probably isn't healthy since I work myself up to tall enough neurotic heights on the freeway, we finally got to our destination: Downtown Disneyland.

Which was so worth it, considering we went to the Haagen-Daz ice cream shop.

I
know.

I ordered raspberry sorbet, which I was completely stoked about because I love how I sound when I say sorbet, all classy, and my mom got chocolate peanut butter ice cream. To die for.

Hands down, best ice cream I've ever had.
And that's saying something, because I LIKE ice cream.




Movie Quote of the Day:
Hey Grandma, not okay to answer the door when you're not wearing clothes.
- Carter Webb
In the Land of Women

Happy Birthday, you oldie, you.

Happy Birthday Samantha!



I can already see where we'll set up our tent.

<3