I can't believe its all over. No more waiting for more books. None. I was at the bookstore the second it opened this morning. I know what happens to Harry Potter. And a very large part of me wishes I didn't, because then there'd be more theories, more books. But there isn't. That epilogue was the final chapter of a legacy in my childhood.

It'll never be over, as I know I'll reread the books, again and again, finding the clues and laughing. I did it a bit in this book, I noticed some cleverly placed clues. Maybe when I reread, no certainly, I will find more. But it's never going to be the same as the first time reading, not knowing what was going to happen. I wish I could start the day over and reread without any memory of the story. The tears and satisfaction of discovery are gone. And I still cry when Sirius dies. I hope that the 7th book retains its charge. More than anything.

Farewell, Harry. I'll miss waiting for your newest adventure, and thank you J. K. Rowling, for a most subtle, entertaining, and often humorous story. I tip my hat to the woman who convinced millions it was worthwhile to read.

~Nostalgia

EDIT: I'm sorry el! I tried to keep spoilers out...*looks* No, I totally don't see any, but beware, I guess?

I am slowly dying. Every inch of my legs are falling apart. I've been having problems with a ligament connecting my big toe to my foot. I finally get it under control when my knee literally dies. I can't even walk without sharp pain and I'm doing all this ridiculous stuff to get it under control. :(

Apparently though, I hold a school record Oo. I wasn't even aware of this.

The ad next to this entry is distracting me. Harry Potter. AAAAAAAAA. One day left. Can't wait. Any connections to the rumor mill tell me that Daniel Radcliff's going to Princeton. Now, I may not love his acting, but he's going to be 15 minutes away if thats true. It's weirder than holding a school record. I hope he likes that little Wawa. It had a lot of tasty food...ooooh....foood...

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

The 50 or 60 mm models come in handy cardboard boxes that you can keep under the bed or wherever. They are made in large numbers so they are comparitively cheap. They will lie around for years if necessary, as long as they are kept dry, and still be ready for use at any time

The Night Sky through Your Telescope.

Dear Senora:

F*** you and your stupid subject. If I ever see another Spanish word again, it will be too soon. Thanks to you and your stupid system, I, Meredith Mayes, am getting a B, because I cannot pay attention to a damn word that comes out of your mouth, with every word being annoyingly pitched and high. Maybe if I had learned anything I would pass that stupid listening section, maybe if you properly edited my paper I would get a 25/25 like everyone else in the class, with their horrific accents and English interjections. MAYBE IF THE CLASS WAS F***ING INTERESTING I WOULDN'T WANT TO SLEEP ALL THE TIME. And last, if you would point the fans at our side of the room at least once this year? It'd be nice, actually. Why do the same assholes always get it, like Andrew Robbins, the little shitface who makes my blood boil almost as much as walking into your class of hell?

And if this was a yearbook entry, all it would say is "You were such a great teacher! I'll miss you" Because I can't say this to your face. Damn.

Meredith
(who needs an appropriately angry icon but can't find one)

I might have a stress fracture which =/=good, fun, or anything of the sort.

plot bunny attack. NOOOOO! Who thought HISTORY of all things would inspire? ughghghghghghg.

I get to go to Nationals! WHEEE!

As an alternate for our 4x800 team, which is four people running half a mile each. I'm going in case one of them crashes before. My previous time for the season (2:42 at the beginning...<<) wasn't near good enough to go, and our team recently qualified with one girl running 2:18, one running 2:21, another 2:24, and the rest of us up at 2:28, my time I ran on Friday.

I never thought I'd get to go!

well, my small(er) town school actually made it in the news for something just peachy.

http://www.wnbc.com/news/13284811/detail.html

or:

http://www.c-n.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070509/FRONT01/70509002

It was loads of fun. -_-

My friend bought a Dungeons and Dragons game as a joke, just to see what its all about, and it was so much fun! We're going to play it again soon. The story was retarded, but other than that...*cheesy thumbs up*

painpainpainpainpain.

Ow
...

Ow.
I hate track
Pain.
Ache.
Sore
Cramp.
Period cramp
Leg cramp
Pain.
The End.

Bad workout today.

Points if you catch the reference.

"But who can decide what they dream, and dream I do..."

I think I can, but that is not a good thing.

I had this really unsettling dream last night.

The roof on my house had come down (I'm not sure why) so i could look out my window and see what was on my roof. No problems so far, right? Well, factor in a dead baby and a broken bicycle and the dream starts to weird me out. And that's the strangest part-I feel weird. I can watch the dream with the concious part of my mind, and then sort of change the dream, by nudging the subconcious. But the dream just got worse not better. It was overall, very strange.

I've known for a while that there seems to be two parts in my head, one that's unusually mean, and the other that denies that part and is unwholesomely happy and bright. I don't know, it seems like last night they clashed.I've yet to see which side "won" But hopefully, if it was the bitch inside, it'll be subdued once more.


It sounds like a good short story. *files* Maybe I'll send it in for one of those scholarship short stories.

The emoticon for this feeling is really gross, but I suppose...

So, we picked up my sister and her friend from dance and her friend has a cell phone, something I am morally against for anyone under the age of 13. But I digress. She had one of those weird spam mail texts that was about this dead girl who had every STD and was raped. I feel bad for anyone in that position for getting that sort of life, but honestly, this girl had this text and she was TEN FREAKING YEARS OLD!! *feels so...violated in the sanctity of youth* I mean, they don't even know what an STD is. Now I just feel awkward.

I hate my memory, I really do. I called my dad to see if he could give me a ride home from practice, and I put my phone in my shoe. I can't remember doing this, so when my dad says he called me back on my cell, I panicked. Turns out it was in there the whole time. Bleh.

On the bright side, I have my newest literary crush of lovable characters-Huck Finn. I'm going to go off and cuddle him now. *Huck* Oo

I should be working on my paper (again) But comercial came on: We can all be geniuses.

The plural of genius is genii. Technically, one can say geniuses. But it just makes you sound...stupid. Use genii, commercial people, kthnxbi

I miss cross country. I'm tired of running around in circles. No that is not a metaphor. I literally mean I'm sick of running in circles.

I'm procrastinating. So I should prolly stop. Toodles for now.

My friend is throwing a singles-only Valentines party. I want to go, but several things are *eh* about it.

1. She's not single. -_- I don't know WHY this irritates me as much as it does, but it happened on Monday. She asked me what she was supposed to do, say no and wait until after the party? I told her yes. But the guy she's going out with doesn't get it, I guess. I only think that if a guy can't understand a "singles" party, knows you're going to say yes, why he can't wait TWO DAYS to ask. I mean, it shouldn't irritate me at all but it DOES. Second, they're holding it tomorrow because of the snow today so they can show the school how "emo" they are. I know its a joke, but was it that necessary for everyone to know? I know I'm going to wear like, black sweatpants, but that's because I'm lazy. It's just sort of rubbing me the wrong way, and I told her I'd go, but after today I kind of don't want to.

It's basically the first major snowfall of the season. *hugs self* It went from snow to ice to hail and now its snowing again! I resolved my Rubik's cube and I'm having a grand old time being off from school.

First, because I have to:

If you comment:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal.
(But if you don't want to, and you just want to post a comment, say like, no meme or whatever.)

Second order of buisness: Midterms

Thank GOD they are over. I mean really. Although, stressing over the grades I might have got/did get isn't.
My History teacher is not done grading, and that's the one I think I sucked the worst on *panic* All the others-A! *died of shock* In case anyone cares: English: 90, Computer Tech: 100, I think, but that was an easy one, Math: 90, thanks to extra credit :D, History: :P don't know and that makes me very sad. Spanish: another 90. It's a very popular grade you know. Drivers Ed: 98. I can officially go for my permit now. PHEAR ME. No, really. If you see me driving, run. And Chem...101. More on THAT later.

Yeah, I tried studying this year. I think I see an improvement from all the B's last year. OO Yeah, I nearly died when I got those grades, in case anyone still cares.

Third affair: TODAY (and a bit of yesterday).

The good things: Got grades and extra credit. Didn't do anything in Spanish, and am back by the windows. Those seem to be necessary for good grades. Dunno why. And in practice, we only did two miles *dance of joy* Only FOUR, count them FOUR, 800's. It was amazing.

The Bad: Well, we're behind curriculum and we have to read the Grapes of Wrath. Hold me! Save me! Then in Computer Tech, my teacher was all like "Will someone help me and deliver this to Mr. Cordasco?" No one would, and then I felt so bad that I HAD to. And what did I get? Not even a Thank You or Goodbye from Mr. C. In fact, all I got was basically yelled at for not knowing what was in the freaking box. -_- History we didn't get our grades, and finally, Chem. Which I had been dreading all day, because I am now officially the class "curve killer." I just want you all to know its really scary to be yelled at by all these kids who are bigger than you because you did so well they only got a 3 point curve instead of 10 or 12. And it was my first time having a rumor spread about me. Granted, it was a good rumor, but still, its really weird to have FRESHMAN come up and ask if you were the only one in the grade to get a 98 on the chem exam BEFORE the curve. It was quite embarrasing. I know its good-but its really awkward when it seems half the school knows a private grade.

The Ugly: Yesterday in the middle of my [chem] exam, I got my period. That was immensely uncomfortable, let me tell you.

Er yeah. Fin.

First midterm-English-Done and done. Thank god.

I was going to say something else, but I totally forgot. OO