The Pre-Post Rant

   I have a story line I'm about to tell, but it would be told best with gifs. And deviantart-muro isn't working and so I have to wait for help so I can make the gif to tell you my tale, so I'll just give you some minor updates about my life.


1. I Saw Wolverine
   If you haven't seen it, it was AMAZING!!!! The following info is backwards to look away, spoilers. !!!!!NAILLIV ETIROVAF ht6 ...YM S'EH KCAB S'OTENGAM GMO
   
2. My Brother got a lot of my old teachers!
   This is awesome news for me, he has some of mine and Sarah's favorite teachers along with one that hated us 'cause we became friends in that class and wouldn't shut up. Two of the teacher's loved me though so he has a leg up.

3. Freshman Year, Nothing with Sarah.
   Not even lunch. Not. Even. Lunch.

   So yeah, hold tight!

5 Things I'd do with Magic

       I know it's a day late, but in honor of Harry potter's 33rd birthday, I've created a list of five things I'd do in this theoretical situation.

       Ok, so, you wake up one morning and find this on your door step:

       When I open the letter and get over the disappointment of it not being breadcrumbs, I read:

       

       Dear Lydia,

       

              This may seem kinda weird but you have magic so heres a wand and a book of every spell ever                      created in fiction. Go crazy, we'll turn a blind eye.

                                                                                                        Ministry of Magic

       May I also point out that according to pottermore I have a Phoenix Feather pear because I'm independent  sometimes detached, warm hearted, generous, and wise. According to it I'm popular (ok then) and well respected. ANYWAYS!

       So, not counting all the goodness and love towards muggles, these are the five things I'd do with magic.

1. Produce and Surprise Muggles with a Patronus

       Wouldn't you. You could place your wand in your locker or something and then your friend would be all like:

       It'd be awesome! They'd run away all shocked and afraid while you walk the other way, wand in had, triumphantly.

2. Become the Ninja of Fireworks

       What choice does a LotR fan have? If you have magical powers you're aloud to show off, I'd show off! I'd love to be like Gandalf, all cool and stuff making these really badass fireworks that I become famous for. That, my friend, would be the life.

3. Make a Real Life Nyan Cat

       Ok, this one isn't as normal as the last two. I just have this small love for Nyan cat so I'd take acherry poptart. eat one, then half transfigure the other to a cat then cast some spell to make it poop rainbows! And of course do "Wingardium Leviosa" on it. it would be so amazing to have a little Nyan Cat flyin' around my house!

4. Become a Legilimen

       For those of you who don't know, it's a wizard or witch who can harness the powers of legilimency, or mind reading for you muggles.

       I've always wanted to read minds since, like, forever. Who wouldn't? I hate when I can't figure something out, so then I could easily calm myself down by reassuring myself that people aren't out to et me. Or why they did something nice, etc.

5. Turn People Who Annoy Me to Toads

       or newts for you Monty Python fans. I know it's goofy and stuff, but come on! Who wouldn't want to do that.

       Like, there's always that ONE person who just hates you and is consistently rude to you.

       In my case his family really doesn't like mine, we don't like them, it's like the Weasleys and Malfoys in more ways than one...

       Problem Solved. :)

       

Emotions from Fiction are REAL

       Never make fun of someone for being emotional about fiction.

       These are real emotions.

       They are not overly emotional they just are more advanced than you and see deeper things in the fiction.




       I become really emotionally invested in fiction.

       Like, I always have, I just have this connection with books and stuff.

       I'm sure I'm not the only one either because I'm not the only one in the fangirl race! Some people think it's silly when you get all invested in them and think you're stupid but NO! At least I'm just capable of creating connections between real world relationships so a real bond is formed between the characters. I love characters because they remind me of myself or one of my few but ridiculously close friend! So, when they just off a building to save their best friend, I see my best friend jumping off a building to save me.

       My earliest memory of it was when I was like in third grade and I was reading Harry Potter for the first time... no it was fourth grade and I was reading Percy Jackson and something happened to Annabeth and I just wanted to burn bridges and destroy everything because that thing wasn't aloud to happen to Annabeth!

       Now, the first time I felt emotional trauma because of fiction was fourth or fifth grade when I was sitting in the back of my brother's cub scout pack meeting and I read Dumbledore died. And, this kinda sums up how I felt

       Woah, dejavu...

       

       Anyways I thought it couldn't get worse than that and even all through Hallows that was my strongest emotional reaction and I was positive it didn't get worse.

       Then I discovered pinterest.

       For those of you who haven't discovered pinterest it builds you into a rabid, depressed fangirl through emotionally scarring head canons and fan art.

       One day I found a ton of pins that were just Fred or Lupin's death related.

       They were my favorite characters! Like, I've never loved any characters more... and Rowling killed them and they left behind a twin and a son! An infant son! So I was dying that day. They were seriously the saddest pins ever.

       And as I read more and more pins my connection to Harry potter became deeper and I was like "it doesn't get sadder than this.

       Then Kirk died.

       Ok, I never actually shedded tears for a character before, and I cried in the theater with Sarah both times we saw it.

       Again, I was POSITIVE it didn't get sadder.

       

       It was three in the morning. I was watching Riechenbach Fall.

       Like, that even doesn't accurately describe the anger and agony and depression rising from my chest and I felt like I was just going to die inside I was just dying!

       Then my brother and his friend walked in.

       They were laughing at me for this real agony and they thought I was stupid. I was dying. The show would kill me. This was the saddest thing in the history of man kind and they were laughing at me. I snapped.

       I was furious! But I got over it and went to bed.

       Then I went on pinterest.

       Pinterest does not make you happy. It makes everything sadder because of head canons and fan art and other fandom stuff than makes you want to burst into tears and sometimes will make you burst into tears. And I was sad and stuff, but only while looking at it.

       Then I discovered the soundtrack.

       Music is a huge trigger for thoughts for me, like, any music from Inception or the Sherlock Holmes movies makes me think of my book I'm writing cause I wrote it to that. Apparently the Sherlock soundtrack makes me only think of agony.

       And the music was so good I couldn't stop listening to it so it got stuck in my head and I was miserable! All I did was go on pinterest and make myself more depressed because of Sherlock!

       I was starting to scare myself because there was this entire two week post falls depression I went though just because John had to deal with his best friend being dead. He wasn't even dead and there were two more series on the way! And still, I couldn't even function or write or focus, I was just miserable.

       It was Sarah who finally got me to stop listening to the soundtrack long enough so I could;d survive AGAIN rather than just mope.

       So, yes, fiction caused very real emotions.

       Don't tease people for emotions spawned from fiction.

       Also, I'm starting to watch Doctor Who, that'll help, right? Haha, kidding, I know I'll be miserable in a couple seasons.

The Art Class Reaping

       Yep. We had a Reaping in art class. Well, I was one of the two people there who knew it was a Reaping and Sarah and I were two of the greatest bad-asses of all time (in our heads anyways) but it was still one of the greatest moments of my life.

       So, I guess I should give you a bit of background first.

       Sarah and I had literally every class together in eighth grade, except for the last class on alternating days. In our core classes, we generally had nerds all around us to understand references and make them and generally have an appreciation for all things awesome cause we were in the advanced classes.

       Not art.

       Our art class was mostly really... non nerdy people who were really really full of themselves and obnoxious and ugh, it was boring cause we had art last class on alternating days right after PE and by then I was exhausted and we had exhausted every interesting topic we could talk about (as we would have to talk a minimum of thirty hours a week during school)

        In art class, on the Fridays we had it, we had this raffle for candy and no one actually cared about it.... until we hatched our master plan.

       We put Primrose Everdeen on our raffle tickets for eight months. I wore my hair in a dutch braid every other Friday for eight months. I put my mocking jay pin on my black jacket for six months (cause it was too warm in August and September)

       Sarah kept asking to pull the raffle, and they we're letting her, and then she pulled one, looked at it, and I knew. I knew what was about to happen.

       I should also tell you that I am loud. My whisper is an "indoor voice." People never have to tell me to speak up, and when I want to be heard, the whole planet will hear me.

       Sarah read the purple piece of paper and smiled as she looked up.

       

       "PRIMROSE EVERDEEN!"

       I didn't just say "I volunteer as tribute." No. I leapt up and screamed it at the top of my lungs so I got looks similar from the ones illustrated from everyone in the entire class.

       You would not believe the satisfaction it caused.

       

       The art class was used to me and Sarah being calm and quiet and keeping to ourselves but we flipped out. We were so proud it was amazing we flipped out all the way to the buses and for the next week. 

       It was one of the proudest moments of my entire life.

Like it? I was playin around with deviantart or whatever and look at this! 

My First Entry

Why in the world would I get a blog?

Quite honestly I have only a few stupid reasons.
       1. I was bored and in a ambitious mood at a friends house.
       2. I'd be a good blogger. I'd post on occasion about silly things no one reads and/or cares about and
       3. You see, me and my best friend, Sarah who I'll mention frequently, are a lot like Sherlock and John if you watch Sherlock on BBC (I'm gonna kill Moffat if he doesn't make Empty Hearse heartwarming) and she's even said to me before "I'd be lost without my blogger." Well, now I am a blogger so she can say it honestly.

       Now you should know a bit about me before I start posting a bunch of crap. Sarah is my best friend and we're gigantic nerds obsessed with everything from Doctor Who to Avengers. I actually am a Potterhead, Sherlockian (books, movies and above all TV or Telly show), Avenger, DC fan, LotR fan, tribute, and I'm becoming a Merlinian (season 3 episode 2) and Whovian (season 1 episode 7)
       Besides that we're writers... well, we wanna be writers anyway  No! I am a writer! I'm a book into a brilliant five book series. I'm polishing number one and it's pretty good if I do say so myself. I'm no J. K. Rowling, but I do wish to become known as L. R. J. Fox.  I think it has a nice ring to it... although the signature still looks choppy. 

       Now, I have no idea what to tell you know what to say so I guess I'll go. I will keep you posted on any of the lovely events that happen on my painfully ordinary li-

Waiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.... isn't every book character's life painfully boring in the beginning? I'll tell you if I go on a great adventure with a consulting detective, go to a magical school, become a companion, get recruited by S. H. I. E. L. D., get recruited by Professor X, summoned on an adventure by Gandalf, get a magic ring from my Uncle, or become a tribute in the 74th annual Hunger Games (people tell me I look like Katniss... haha) Alright, well, I'll catch you later.......

:)