"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

Today, it rained. Buckets and buckets of the stuff fell from the sky. It made the world a misty green, so green that I dare not keep my bathroom window closed and not let in the new-found, greenness. It seeps in under and through and about the soft white curtain, anxious and eager to enter the house. How could I not let it in? Yesterday, Joanna, Beka, Shaila, and I sat in Joanna and Shaila's living room and watched Harry Potter movies all day. We started at 9 and got to the middle of the fourth movie before it was time for me to go home and join the race of men (my family) for grand adventures (fhe). By the time we turned off the t.v., Bek had left for her afternoon venture into the city, Joanna, Shaila, and I had all had alternate naps, and we had literally exploded our stomachs with good food. The movie marathon was fun. It made me remember how much I loved Harry Potter and why. The magic, the plot lines, the satisfying one-liners that the wise people in Harry's world say to explain life in seconds. I miss that, of course. It was nice to come home after school and have my biggest problem be whether or not I could find anymore pictures of Harry Potter and Hogwarts to plaster to my wall. Here I sit, in my almost and a half year self, wearing a shirt that's a little too big for me, but is a soft shade of pink that I like, and I wonder how life's going to continue after this. I'm definitely excited, but I'm almost anxious as well. It's weird to think you could spend so much time in one place because you're supposed to, and then be expected to move on out, to end that part of your life, because you're supposed to. I wouldn't be thinking about this just now, I guess, except I'm listening to the Trilogy Sonata for piano by Phillip Glass, on pandora radio, and it's making me pensive. It's really a beautiful piece, I've never heard before. I'd definitely suggest it. I'd just like to know how it's possible to hold so much importance in the people around you, who've been around you for years, and the world that you've created with them, and then have it no longer matter as much because you'll be leaving soon. Not the people, who don't matter, the problems you faced that you thought were such dilemmas that don't matter. How is it possible for something to matter so much one day, like how you're ever going to finish your homework in time for class or say something to the boy you really, really like but he doesn't know it, and then have it suddenly not matter?* "I say there are spots that don't come off.... Spots that never come off, d'you know what I mean?" -Mad-Eye Moody (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire) "Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain." -Arthur Weasley (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets) "It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world." -Harry (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince) "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" -Dumbledore (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) And now I'm going to invite Joanna and Shaila to finish the movies at our house before we see number 6 in the movie theaters for only 6.50 a ticket. I love Tuesdays. *NOTE: This was, this asterisk, was, at one point, a disclaimer. But it is no longer.