Ok so this is the best tribute to Harry Potter video I have ever seen.
If you have a youtube account, please like it. :’)
There’s a petition for us to get them to play it after DH Part 2.
Oh my god, I have no words, ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dsklga;sdf
My creys
I cried like a baby
The other day, a women of about 45 came through my line, (of course with a ton of groceries). All of a sudden her husband appears to start packing up their groceries. I assumed he had been shopping with her, but I soon found out this was not the case as the lady says, “Oh, my husband just came to help because he wants to make sure I don’t over do it after my recent surgery. What a sweetie.”
I didn’t think much of it, just a husband helping his wife, until I saw them playfully “bickering” at the end of my lane. I could tell they were in love and had been for quite some time. The lady turned to me as she swiped her credit card briskly through the machine and said, “If I had the chance, I would marry him again, and fall in love all over again.” I then thought, “That has got to be the cutest thing I have seen since I’ve worked here” until I heard her next words.
“I hope someday, you can get this lucky, Dana.”
That moment just gave me a lot of hope and excitement for the future. <3
such a soothing voice for nighttime
Do you ever have days where you find it impossible to write? You sit down at the computer, or desk, or wherever you find yourself in the mood for placing words on parchment and your body seems to reject the notion of writing like the plague. No matter what you do: brainstorming, hours upon hours of thinking, starting and stopping drafts of essays; you physically can’t write. Nothing comes out that is worthy enough. Nothing is grand enough to satisfy the writer inside of you. This feeling is most unbearable. The writer tries, sentence after sentence to come up with a thought, but nothing can surface. I find this often happens when my brain is clouded, clouded by the rains of my ego. Why can I never be proud of what I write? For some reason, this is a difficult task for me. I want perfection. I cannot write such as orgasmic sentence as Fitzgerald, tingling the senses of the reader in every way possible. Nor can I write so simply, and yet be so renowned a writer as Hemingway. Surprise surprise right? I know I am not a master of prose, but dear God, let me be proud of something that isn’t written for the pure reason of an assignment. The biggest issue is starting the essay/passage/whatever I damn well feel like writing. The perfect opening line always escapes me, therefore many writing “projects” never flourish. How many pieces of potentially great work have been passed up by yours truly, because I simply have a writing “off-day”? That’s a rather depressing thought; almost like a paper abortion, something cast off and unwanted. This needs to change, for the sake of my sanity, I cannot stand to have another battle between myself and writing. It’s causes far too much annoyance and he always seems to come out as the gagnant.
