Posts Tagged ‘Harry Potter’

Now I just need to get to new york to see this cast…my life will not be complete otherwise.

My life will, in fact, be complete.

A few weeks ago my parents surprised me by saying the words I have been wanting to hear all summer:

We’re going to New York City.

The trip is happening this Thanksgiving weekend – a week after my birthday. The adventure will commence on Friday morning when my parents arrive in Kingston to pick up myself and my wonderful friend Ally. She’s my guest on our weekend in NYC because she’s a very good friend of mine and this trip and seeing Hair will be equally as important to her as it will to me, as she is one of the people I have been obsessing with all summer. Seriously, when we’d email at work, for at least two months our emails opened with a different quote from the soundtrack. I’m sure that if you piece together the random quotes we shared you could have the whole soundtrack. Hahah. Once we ran out of Hair quotes we moved onto Harry Potter quotes, and for at least a month we played “Amorentia, Imperius, Avada Kedavra” in each of our emails. Two peas, I tell you.

Anyway, back to the trip. We’re driving to New York City on Friday, then we’ll check into our hotel and go out on the town for dinner and everything. Saturday we will do some touristy things, walk through Central Park, 5th avenue, Times Square Magnolia bakery, FAO Schwarz, Tiffany’s etc etc. Saturday night is when Ally and I are going to see Hair, which will be sooo amazing.  After the show we will obviously go to the stage door and meet our idols (Gavin Creel, Allison Case, Caissie Levy, Kacie Sheik, Andrew Kober, Bryce Ryness, Will Swenson and the list goes on). I’m sure that we will be too excited to even think, let alone go to bed, so we’ll be out on the town until it’s socially unacceptable. Sunday we will be extending our stay as long as possible then we’ll be heading back to Kingston where my parents will be staying until they head back to toronto on the holiday monday.

Ally, my parents and I have been talking about the trip for about a month but even still it seems entirely surreal – like a dream. I’ve wanted to see the show since May and talked about having to go to NY, but never did I think I’d actually get there.

My first Broadway show…wow.


Read Full Post »

so cool.

so cool.

Read Full Post »


b. tonight’s episode of  himym. it was filled with BRo Love goodness. I actually “squeed” at one point.

Read Full Post »

Do you remember the good old days? 

Those summers when you were 11 or 12, not yet old enough to work, but old enough to not have to be in summer camp. You’d spend most of your days inside with a cup of tea and Harry Potter, reading and re-reading the first four books. You discovered the online fandom during those summers. You found people who shared your theories, ships and crushes. Your OTP (one true pairing), Ron and Hermione was already outrageously obvious but the S.S. Harmony was still afloat (though losing passengers by the second). Livejournal stole your pre-teen heart at this point and it was there where you first discovered fan fiction and from that point, you were hooked. You wrote about Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny (the valentine in CoS was all the proof you needed) and You/Dan Radcliffe (danradliffe.com forums stole your heart). Some stories you finished. Some still sit in your hardrive, 40,000 words long and ongoing (you return to them on occasion to escape the realities of university life). These fictional relationships kinda became more than words on paper – they consumed you. You read books emotionally, like you are there. You have a crush on the crushes. It’s not just R/Hr or H/G, it’s R/Hr/Samantha. H/G/crazy-obsessed-fangirl. Your faith in love basically rests on the success of these characters…

…As you write this blog post you start to realise you are absolutely mental….

Okay, I’m crazy. But I’m pretty sure there’s at least one person out there who knows what I’m talking about. 

Anyway, the point of that ramble was to express that I’m kinda having these weird, obsessy feelings again…and not with Harry Potter. 

If you saw my last post I’m sure you know who I’m about to go on a tangent about now: 

Barney Stinson/Robin Scherbatsky, Barobiney, Robarney, brOTP. 

I’ve always loved this pairing, but since I read this article on Tuesday I’ve been obsessed. I’ve been watching and re-watching episodes of HIMYM from all seasons to catch any sideways glances, conversations or moments between the two, finding clues that point towards them getting together. 

I’m a dork, whatever. 

But seriously, apparently it’s happening soon and oh my god, I’ll probably cry of happiness when it happens. 

Until then, I feel like writing fan fiction about them, simply because I cannot hold in all the possibilities for a future real relationship between Barney and Robin. 





I need to get a life…

Read Full Post »

I went to the Urban Outfitters website and I caught the “omg-I-want-to-go-shopping-so-bad” bug. As a result, I spent several hours (when I should have been doing school work) searching the interwebs and compiling a wish-list-collage. Wanna see?


Also, since I’m heading back home in a couple months (only for four months but whatever) and my room is still pink and blue and covered in crappy posters and old photos and my bed is still a tiny single bed that physically hurts me when I sleep in it. So, i also browsed Urban for lovely decor, as well as some other sites for stuff to put in my room once i paint  it (dark purple) and get a new bed and stuff:


Oh, there’s also some plain awesome stuff that i want (such as how i met your mother season 3 on dvd) and am looking forward to (spring awakening and harry potter and the half-blood prince movie, obviously). 

So there you go, that’s what I have been doing lately. 

Fun times.

Read Full Post »

Hey there, 

You just got a new puppy, Maggie May. Cherish her, love her, and spend more time with her because she’ll be gone sooner than you know it. 

Your Mom will suggest reading a book called Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and will buy it for you at Costco despite you telling her that you wouldn’t like it because everyone else is reading it. You’ll listen to her anyway because you know she’s right (you just like arguing with her) and you’ll sit at home on that rainy september afternoon and fall in love. It’ll be an afternoon you’ll remember forever, I promise.

Your house is in shambles and your parents keep fighting but it’ll be better by Christmas, I promise. They’re just stressed because the crazy neighbour doesn’t like the height of your house. You’ll understand the drama soon enough, the details don’t matter right now, you’re only ten.

You’ll have lots of great friends this year and they’ll all celebrate with you when you ring in the year 2000 and when you graduate from grade 5, but middle school brings an entirely new adventure. 

Grade six will seem like grade five. You have all the same friends and even some new ones. You’ll still be your young, happy self and you’ll get all A’s except for your one C in science (which causes your mother to send you to science camp in the summer, you hate the idea but you’ll have fun, really). This is your last year receiving letter grades and in following years you’ll feel less smart, but it’s not true. 

Grade seven will be different. You’ll start being someone you’re not. Nylons belong on your feet not around your head as a headband. Stop listening to rap and trying to be “gangsta” – that’s not you at all. Also, your parents didn’t forget your birthday, stop being dramatic, and when Wesley calls you a “fat turkey” – ignore it. What kind of insult is that anyway?

Grade eight is better, you’ll make better school friends and you’ll have an amazing teacher but get rid of that all consuming crush on Brian. It won’t happen and he’s cute now but a total LOSER in high school, trust me. 

Throughout middle school you won’t have any best friends, at least not from school. The friends you have made at skating over the years will forever be your best. Caitlin is someone you’ll have in your life forever and don’t be discouraged when she leaves Ice Storm to skate for Black Ice or goes off to University because your friendship is one that is so everlasting that you can be far apart and not talk for a while, but your friendship is always strong. She is your best friend. Also, Lara is someone you’re not close with now but come University you will be closer than you could ever imagine. 

High school is where you really start to discover who you are. Grade nine will be slow on the friendship front, but come grade ten you’ll build a group of friends that will be there for a very long time. Try and be involved in everything you can. Join the Hockey team even though your skating coach doesn’t like it because you’ll have an awesome time (despite your embarrassing penalty shot you have to take in your first game). Have fun in band, love those people as much as your other friends because they’ll also turn out to be some of your greatest friends (even though you don’t eat lunch with them every day). 

You’ll have your first boyfriend in grade 11. He’s really nice and he likes you a whole lot but know this: hanging out is not dating. Your mom and dad won’t think he’s right for you because he has no ambitions, you’ll disagree, but it doesn’t matter anyway because he’ll break up with you before school one day for reasons you’ll never be sure of. But you’ll get over it because you’ll wollow that night with Ben and Jerry’s and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on DVD, which came out that same day. 

In grade ten you’ll go on a family trip to England for three weeks. It’ll be a trip you’ll remember for the rest of your life, and you’ll be remembering it with the most incredible family members for years to come. It’ll be a trip like no other and you’ll see things that most tourists (and even true Londoners) will never see (or even notice). Cherish those three weeks because they’ll fly by. But don’t worry, you’ll have over 4000 photographs to remember it by. You will never truly no how to Factor in math because of this trip but don’t worry because you won’t use it beyond high school (and you have amazing math teachers and tutors who’ll help you along, and even bump up your marks).

You’ll be really, really, silly and take chemistry and physics in grade 11 instead of biology for your science credit. You’ll get not great marks because a) you suck at physics and b) your friend Mikey in chem is really distracting. You’ll improve in chem towards the end of the semester because Mikey drops the course. You’ll still suck at physics. Don’t stress too much, you won’t take science past grade 11 anyway.

You’ll have amazing english teachers in high school who’ll encourage you and make you fall in love with english lit. You’ll cry to them about writing and they’ll tell you to stop panicking about writing essays because you’re a great writer and have never gotten under an 80 on a paper. Listen to them because eventually you’ll be writing essays non-stop for four years. 

Your parents will give you the opportunity to go to England for a second time to take your grade 12 English course. You will meet some great people and one best friend. You won’t really realise how great a friend she is until the last week of the trip in Dublin, and mostly after the trip ends and you’ve gone home. Spend more time with her on the trip and ignore that boy Kyle you hooked up with while in Dublin. He won’t even give you his email to keep in touch and when you’re sad when he ignores you on the way home, Jazz will be there to make you feel better. Also, you and Jazz live on opposite ends of Toronto, so really, really make and effort to see each other because you’ll have some of the most amazing times together.

Maggie, your beloved puppy, passes away on November 11th of grade 11. It’ll be one of the worst days of your life and you’ll cry like you never have before. There’s nothing I can say to make this better. 

You and James have a few interesting moments together. Push aside those feelings no matter how much it hurts and be supportive of his relationship. They’re still together and they’re happy, so be happy for them.

Senior year will be amazing. You won’t have a date for prom but that doesn’t matter, you’ll have an unforgettable night and weekend, although one of your friendships sadly end over spilled water, literally. It hurts but don’t fret too much. She’s fickle and you’ll realise this over time.

Cindy, your dog who has been with you for fifteen years, gets sick and has to be put down in July before you go to Uni. Your’re home with her when you notice her coughing and whining. Spend time with her before Dad comes home to take her to the vet. You’ll feel guilty for doing it, but remember she was in pain and had been for a long time. 

You’ll be sad that you didn’t get into Con-Ed. However you end up going to the greatest university ever and you soon realise that you don’t really want to be a teacher anyway.

You still have no idea who, what or where you want to be by half way through your second year, try not to let it get you down. 

First year is filled with many thrills and firsts. You’ll make great friends but then inexplicably lose them after first year ends. They weren’t really your friends in the first place. With one of those “friends” you become really close and you plan to live with her the following year. This plan falls through because she drops out and doesn’t tell you. You’ll be really sad and really stressed about housing. Ask for help, don’t be ashamed or proud. Go to the girl who you’ve known and loved for almost your whole life. Lara and her friends will welcome you as their new housemate and they will keep you going in your second year whenever you want to curl up and forget it all.

Second year is full of disappointments. You won’t make the skating team, making this year the first in which you’ve not skated since you were three. It hurts like hell, especially since Lara’s still skating and you feel like you’ve lost your only real friends from first year. You haven’t lost them. Keep in touch. They miss you too. 

You’ll try incredibly hard for it, but you won’t get OC. It sucks, but don’t let your love of frosh week die just because you don’t get to experience it again. You love Queen’s for Queen’s and don’t forget that. 

You’ll feel like you’re in a rut, like you’re not doing anything but school work. Read, have fun, stay active and make it a point to be super involved in your third year. Find something new to be passionate about. 

Future me, that last one’s for you.


Present You



[this idea is stolen from littleradge’s new video chain on youtube]

Read Full Post »

There’s this great Broadway show (which, sadly, closed back in september) called, cleverly, [Title of Show]. [Title of Show] is a musical about two guys writing a musical about two guys writing a musical and, you guessed it, was written by two guys. In addition to providing me with the oh so clever title for essays that I can’t seem to come up with a clever title for – the title being, [Title of Essay] – this show contains one song about creativity and the people who get in the way of your creativity (vampires) called “Die Vampire, Die”. When ever I listen to the ever-hilarious soundtrack there is one quote from this song that always makes me feel, well, like I’m not alone:

The last vampire is the mother of all vampires and that is the vampire of despair.
It’ll wake you up at 4am to say things like:

“Who do you think you’re kidding?”
“You look like a fool.”
“No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be good enough.”

Why is it that if some dude walked up to me on the subway platform 
and said these things, I’d think he was a mentally ill asshole, 
but if the vampire inside my head says it, 

                         It’s the voice of reason.

For the past few months I feel like I’ve been dwindling into this dark pit of nothingness and I can’t seem to find any inspiration, creativity or desire. I have no idea where I want to go or what I want to do with my life, I don’t even know what I want to do this summer, next week even. I can’t even define desire. Today in Literary Criticism we were talking about Lacan’s theory of the Mirror Stage – basically how when you’re a baby and first look at yourself in the mirror, you see your reflection as whole, but because you’re all wobbly and pudgy and awkward you don’t feel as whole as your image, creating your first sense of desire – and the whole time I was feeling this inner sadness build because that is me: I don’t feel whole. Lacan’s theory is that you never feel whole, although your reflection and everyone else around you appears whole, but I can’t even find anything inside me to inspire me to feel even a fraction more complete. My professor then asked us to define desire and I could not for the life of me think of what it meant, maybe because I don’t even know what mine are, or even if I have any. 

At the beginning of this year I had desires, oh did I have them. The overlying desire I had was to make this year far better than last. Last year was fun, no doubt it was fun, but it was mostly fun because of the skating team. The team was my everything, it consumed me. All my friends and best memories from my first year at Queen’s were with those girls. I went into this school year thinking that I’d have that all again to only have it completely taken away from me. The sport I’ve loved and defined who I am was taken away, the team who I love dearly and saw daily for 8 months I now only see on occasion and it’s just not the same, and worst of all, my housemate L, with whom I’ve skated since we were 7, despite living on the other side of my bedroom wall, seems farther away than ever. 

Another desire I had this year was to become an Orientation Committee member for Orientation 2009 at my Uni. I love frosh week more than anything and I think the first week back at school this year will forever be my best, but again I wanted to top that week by being an OC. I work for hours on my application, prepared vigorously for my 4 on 1 interview with the Chairs only to yet again have my heart broken by not making the cut for the 2nd round of interviews. It wasn’t quite as devastating as not making the skating team, had I been on the team I may not have been sad at all, but not being on that list just brought memories of skating back to me and again, I felt like I had nothing. 

I still feel like I have nothing, or at least nothing to be passionate about. Skating was my passion throughout my entire life, Frosh week became my passion here at Queen’s the second I donned my Yellow frosh t-shirt and coveralls and now, what do I have left? Harry Potter and a city on the other side of the Atlantic? For the first time in my life (or at least since I was 10), hopping on the Hogwarts Express and heading off into that wonderful world just doesn’t seem like enough. God, it pains me to say that, but I need something more. I need to physically do something and be involved in something that can once again consume my entire being and is so precious and so dear that it breaks my sad little heart if I lose it. I may be a masochist but I crave it because without it, I don’t feel like myself. I don’t even know who I am. 

Right now I’m desperately trying to fill that void by challenging myself to read 52 books this year that have nothing to do with school. I’m really enjoying it because, obviously, I love reading, and sadly the texts I read for school (even as an English Lit. major) do not allow for the escape that a novel or even excellent non-fiction book does because the overlying reality that your future is dependent on your comprehension of that novel/play/poem/essay is forever haunting the experience. I feel like my true happiness really shouldn’t come from escaping from my reality, but I guess that’s what I’ve always done. Whether it be through Harry Potter, my involvement in online HP communities, watching vloggers on YouTube, I’m always escaping. However I’m currently reading The Bell Jar, american poet Sylvia Plath’s only novel and although it’s brilliant and captivating, I’m finding myself relating to Esther Greenwood’s character more than I have ever related to any character in any novel I have ever read. As I read of the ultimately confused 19-year-old english major who has know idea what she wants to do with her life and loses her sense of self, her drive, and her sense of achievement, I see myself and begin to fall with her. I’m only on page 135 so I don’t know how far I’ll fall, but it won’t be anywhere drastic, I promise. 

I’m going to continue with my 1-person book club and hope that somehow I will find myself, my deepest desires and maybe, perhaps, a little bit of a future. But until that happens I’m going to leave you with the ultimate question, as posed by Princeton from Avenue Q:

               What do you do with a B.A. in English? 

Read Full Post »