Harry Potter Favorites

So I have FINALLY started reading the books more than a month after the final film (which is so, so long overdue) and I finished the third book last night. I need some way to scream my affection for the characters of Harry Potter and my absolute admiration of J.K. Rowling's imagination, so I turn to blogging! Harmless and perfect.

Warning: SPOILERS for anyone who has not read/seen the Harry Potter books/movies (in which case, get your butt started on reading/watching Harry Potter because you are MISSING OUT BIG TIME!).

Favorite character: Severus Snape. I know I'm not supposed to like him yet and I know he's just supposed to be a greasy git right now, but knowing how brave and admirable and strong and loyal he is in the later books makes me respect him so much. And he's super smart! How else do you become a Hogwarts professor? I like Dumbledore quite a lot too, but I don't like the fact that he's super duper manipulative. It's kind of cool how chill he is and yet firm at the same time. I can see why everyone respects him for sure.

Favorite creature: I don't think I'm very keen on hippogriffs, so I'd say...probably Crookshanks. Go kneazle/cat creature! Hehe. AND UNICORNS!

Favorite subject: I think Charms would be super fun. Cheering Charms, anyone? :D

Favorite professor: Lupin is an awesome professor. He'd be a lot of fun to have. And his obstacle course exam? Who wouldn't want to do that?! I would love it. Although it kinda sucks that he so favors Harry over everyone else :P

And, um, Pottermore? IT'S AWESOME. I can't wait till the site's completely finished!!!

Disney Favorites

Favorite Character: Peter Pan
Favorite Princess: Cinderella
Favorite Prince: Prince Phillip
Favorite Movie: The Fox and the Hound
Movie With The Best Music: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Favorite Song: So This Is Love
Song I Can't Stop Singing: Once Upon A Dream

The Logical Song

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, oh responsible, practical.
And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep,
the questions run too deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am
I said now watch what you say they'll be calling you a radical,
a liberal, oh fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable.

But at night, when all the world's asleep,
the questions run so deep
for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
but please tell me who I am,
Who I am.

Who knows who's so logical.

-Supertramp

Am I Happy? Are You Happy? Are We Happy?

Sometimes I wonder. If I were as suave or as talkative or as charming or as charismatic or as intelligent as some people, would I be happier? Would I be happier if I had more friends? If my friends were closer? If I could befriend someone in an instant instead of needing several months in close proximity? Sometimes I'm just so pathetic. I'm just...who I am. I judge myself more than I judge anyone else. My own sister doesn't like me. Would I be happier if I had people at my feet, wanting to spend every waking moment with me? I should be grateful for the people I have, but I feel like I miss so many opportunities because I can't seem to articulate myself or, well, do anything. I'm not charismatic. I'm awkward, slightly slow, sarcastic, quiet, and self-conscious. Describes a winner, doesn't it?

Maybe it's just me. I could be bringing this on myself by wallowing about it all the time, wishing I could be this or that. I feel misunderstood, unheard, and unappreciated. My sister can go out with friends and be everything she wants to be and I'm stuck at home and at work. My excuse for not hanging out is working, but that's a stupid excuse. I was fine with my job, but now that I hear of people going places and me stuck here, I want, so badly, to fly away. I want to go to another country altogether. This world I live in drives me crazy. I don't want to go back to school. I want to do what I want to do, not what society tells me to do. What do I work for? My future. I work for tomorrow. It will always be tomorrow.

I'm torn between fulfilling my parents' dream of having a college degree and not being scorned by society, but yet I find so much more joy working and making money, even if it's just at a day-to-day job. But then I wonder: is this what I've been studying for my entire life? To stay in my hometown all my life and never move just because I feel comfortable? I always enjoyed being comfortable and settled. But sometimes it seems like God allows me to make a nest here before putting a burning desire in my heart to turn my whole world upside down again.

It probably isn't healthy. I can hardly read without wanting, so badly, to be the author behind a genius idea. I can hardly watch a film without yearning to be there. To be somewhere, doing something. My life is just beginning and already I'm disappointed with it. I want more. I want to suck the marrow out of life and I want to explore this place we call the world. I want to do things I'd only dreamed of. I want to let go of my inhibitions and live freely. I want to live. I want to live. I'm tired of being in my own skin. I'm tired of dreaming. I'm tired of living in my head. Perhaps that's the reason why I can't write well. It's because I lack the experience, either emotional or physical.

Let me out of this cage!

I want to find my moment. I want to have a moment. I want to live. It might not be easy, but I want to try.