Saturday, July 16, 2011

After the movie...

A mere day ago I was sitting in a theatre, watching my childhood end. I cried through the entire second half, not touching my popcorn or water. I can't believe that it's over.
Words cannot even explain how I feel right now. I'm sad and happy and so pleased with how the movie turned out. I didn't know I could feel this many things at once. I didn't know that I was capable of loving a book series as much as I love Harry Potter.
I've loved Harry Potter for as long as I can remember, and it's a shame I've only gotten involved in the fandom throughout the past year. I can remember listening to my first wrock song (And Then I Died by the Moaning Myrtles) and loving it. I can remember writing fan fiction centered mainly around Harry Potter. I can remember watching countless vlogs about the Harry Potter series. I remember the excitement I felt as I got the final book, and the terrible emptiness I felt when I finished it. I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel about the series ending. I don't even know how I feel.
There's so much I can say about this, and so much I can't even put into words. 14 years ago the Harry Potter phenomenon  began, and yesterday it ended.

But now that I think about it, it's not over. Not even close. We still have Pottermore, there are still going to be Potter cons. And if wizard rock can continue why can't the fans continue to love it? Why does it have to be over?
I wish I had been to LeakyCon. From what I've heard, it was the best Harry Potter experience. I hope to go to a Harry Potter conference at some point in my life. I hope that even though the movies are over, I can become a bigger part of the fandom. I know that Harry Potter will never end. I know that I will always love Harry Potter, and to me, that's all that matters.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

My thoughts before the movie

In 8 hours and 35 minutes I will be sitting in a dark theatre ready to watch my childhood end. Well, maybe not my entire childhood, but a huge part of it. This book series is older than I am and I can't remember a time in my life before I had read it and loved it. I've read each of the books dozens of times and seen all of the movies. In 8 hours and 35 minutes, and era will end.
Like Jo Rowling said in her speech at the final premiere of all the Harry Potter movies, the books we love never really leave us. And I know that Harry Potter will never be over, really. But it's still sad to think that there will never be another book to look forward to, or another movie to dress up for. So in a sense, Harry Potter really is ending.
To many people, Harry Potter is just another series of novels for children, but there's so much more to them than that. They tell the amazing story of how friendship and love can conquer all. Not many other books do that.
So, in 8 hours and 26 minutes now, I will be preparing for life as I know it to change. I'll be preparing to watch Fred and Lupin and Tonks all die for The Boy Who Lived. I will be preparing to cry my eyes out in a movie theatre without caring what people think of me. I'll be preparing for this era to end.
The movies and books may be ending tonight, but I know that Hogwarts will always be there to welcome me home.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Why my neighbors and I are no longer friends

Fireworks just became legal here in Utah. Not like those little wimpy ones that screech or make light or whatever. I'm talking the shoot-up-into-the-sky-explosion type fireworks. And normally that would be awesome, but not with the neighbors I have. They have felt like it is their duty to shoot fireworks off every single night for almost a week preceding the fourth and I have no doubt that they will continue after that. Why? Because my neighbors are crazy people who also do things like have loud parties at their house late at night. They like to make it extremely difficult for anyone in their general vicinity to sleep at night. I've never really had any issues with my neighbors. In fact, I don't even know them. In my mind they have always just been people who live near me and are occasionally obnoxious. And I was fine with that. But after five nights of nonstop fireworks, I don't think that relationship can continue. So, I'm sorry people who live down the street from me. We can no longer be friends. Also, I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop shooting off fireworks. You must have spent a LOT of money to have enough fireworks to be able to shoot them off for like two hours every day. And what did you get with all that money you must have spent? Angry neighbors, that's what.

A blog? What is this nonsense?

So, if anyone is reading this, hi there. Sometimes I feel the need to ramble about my life and have recently found that there's not really a different place for me to do this. People probably won't read it, and I don't really care. I'll blog for myself and it probably won't even make a lot of sense. So again, if anyone is reading this, hi. Please don't think I'm weird or creepy. Although if you know me you probably already think those things.