Neither Can Live While the Other Survives

In preparation for HP 7 part 2 I made a shirt.

And bought tickets. (Actually I did that 3 weeks ago.)

I saw it. Today in fact.

In 3D.

You know how cool the 3D glasses are? This just gets better. We showed our tickets.

He reached into the 3D glasses box... and pulled out these.

Probably the best thing that happened to me. 3D HARRY POTTER GLASSES? This day couldn't get any better.

Then I saw the movie.

And it got infinitely better.

It was brilliant. 

I cried.

Also, I'll probably go see it again.

After the movie, we came across this :

All in all, it was a fantastic day.

Because I Realized A Tragic Thing...

This is the end. The really true end.

There won't be another one to look forward too.

Not another book, not another movie.

My inner fangirl doesn't know whether to jump up and down in anticipation, or cry for lack of any more of the fantastic work.

I have mixed feelings about this.

It will be the last time I sit in the theater, amidst 80 other fans, all of us sharing a moment of anticipation for what will come onto that big screen. We'll all be halfway done with our popcorn, before the trailers start. We'll all poke our neighbors, whispering excitedly during the trailers. Someone will probably start quoting the movies or books. Everyone will have a tissue, as they prepare for the end. The theme song will start, everyone will be on the edge of their seats, because it really is the end. The last one. We'll all laugh, and cry together. All of us strangers brought together by this utterly incredible world. Then it will be over. For good. And everyone will cry, probably.

I don't think I can handle this.
It all ends here.

Fantasy vs. Reality

What I wish my summer was like:

Waking up to quiet. Just quiet. Not having to worry about AP Art summer homework, or online classes. 

Hanging out with friends all day. Going to get snowcones every chance I had. Driving around just for the sake of driving. Staying up late under the stars. A summer romance.

What my summer is actually like:

Waking up to brothers running around the house. Stressing over the fact that summer is half way over, and I'm not even close to finishing my AP homework. Those online classes? Not even close to being done. Working isn't that great. (But I have accomplished the I-am-busy-doing-work-even-if-it-is-deathly-boring-but-don't-worry-I'm-not-actually-dead-yet face) I still haven't had a single snowcone. Something must be terribly wrong with me. I swear I haven't seen anybody for a month. Also, that summer romance? Not gonna happen.

I read my horoscope today.

This is what it said:

You have to take action. It's time to tell a certain someone how you feel. It won't be easy, but you'll be relived to know where you stand.

Right. It's like my thoughts were written down in horoscope form. 

What now?

I Like the Smell of New Books. And Old Books. Just Books.

I read a book two days ago. This book.

 

It was utterly fantastic. Because of this book, I have become a fan of short stories. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it. 

On another note, I believe it should be illegal to reference other books within a book. If you're going to give away the ending that is.

Such as in this book:

 

I checked this book out on account of all 6 copies of 1984 were checked out. (Honestly, I'm not sure what even possessed me to pick up this book. But in my defense, the back cover made it sound alot more interesting than it actually was.)

Well, this book ruined the ending of 1984. Completely.

I am still planning on reading 1984, but all the fun has been sucked out of it because of Teen, Inc.

(Which by the way, isn't that fantastic of a book. If you want a fantastic book, read Fahrenheit 451. That is a great book)