Sunday. November 21, 2010. 6:16 P.M.:
So, my weekend was okay until today. I had this project that I put off until today and then my parents are yelling at me because I put it off. Well, I do side with them on that. It was my own stupid fault that I put it off until today. I thought it would be easier than it was. So, I e-mailed my teacher about my problem, then my dad told me to tell her to disregard the message I sent. So I did. Now, my project sucks, and it's a bad grade for the start of the new quarter.
Anyway, I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows Part 1 yesterday afternoon. It was probably the best movie of the series so far. What I found the most interesting was the story about the three brothers who encountered death. I wish that they could elaborate a little more because I found it interesting. That and I found holocaust references in the movie. All of the men in the uniforms and the statue that was "putting muggles in their place" reminded me of those pictures you see in museums. I thought that was rather interesting.
It's sparked a new couple of stories in my head but none of which I will act upon because I don't have anything planned out as far as the plot and conflicts go. I'll just stick with that little story of mine "The Rebellion".
I just finished putting my laundry downstairs. Fun, fun, fun. Anyway, my weekend was pretty cool. My brother is currently chilling at my grandparents' house waiting for us to come down on Wednesday for Thanksgiving. I thought that was pretty exciting. I get to see my big brother in a few days! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! So excited.
My grammar is totally amazing.
I might go and see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows with him sometime when we go down there because he hasn't seen it yet. I miss him terribly. Life has been hard at home without him. I haven't set a foot downstairs besides taking care of the cat boxes because he's not there. I have no reason to go down to the basement into his old room. Which is sad. I miss being able to go down there and walk into his room with piles of dirty and clean laundry lying all over the floor. It sounds weird but it's like he's passed on. The only difference is that I can text and/or talk to him over the phone.
Every time he visits it turns into a memory too fast. He's here then he's gone again. I can't stand it! I miss him too much for him to be gone this long. Some days it's hard to even walk out the door to get to school. Some days, I don't even want to wake up. I have dreams, no, they're more like memories of him and I as small children. We use to run around our big house up north chasing one another or sliding down the stairs on our butts. I really miss those days. I miss sneaking food from the fridge at night with him. I miss those nights when it stormed a lot and I would have to go and sleep in his room. I really miss it.
So, my weekend was okay until today. I had this project that I put off until today and then my parents are yelling at me because I put it off. Well, I do side with them on that. It was my own stupid fault that I put it off until today. I thought it would be easier than it was. So, I e-mailed my teacher about my problem, then my dad told me to tell her to disregard the message I sent. So I did. Now, my project sucks, and it's a bad grade for the start of the new quarter.
Anyway, I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows Part 1 yesterday afternoon. It was probably the best movie of the series so far. What I found the most interesting was the story about the three brothers who encountered death. I wish that they could elaborate a little more because I found it interesting. That and I found holocaust references in the movie. All of the men in the uniforms and the statue that was "putting muggles in their place" reminded me of those pictures you see in museums. I thought that was rather interesting.
It's sparked a new couple of stories in my head but none of which I will act upon because I don't have anything planned out as far as the plot and conflicts go. I'll just stick with that little story of mine "The Rebellion".
I just finished putting my laundry downstairs. Fun, fun, fun. Anyway, my weekend was pretty cool. My brother is currently chilling at my grandparents' house waiting for us to come down on Wednesday for Thanksgiving. I thought that was pretty exciting. I get to see my big brother in a few days! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! So excited.
My grammar is totally amazing.
I might go and see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows with him sometime when we go down there because he hasn't seen it yet. I miss him terribly. Life has been hard at home without him. I haven't set a foot downstairs besides taking care of the cat boxes because he's not there. I have no reason to go down to the basement into his old room. Which is sad. I miss being able to go down there and walk into his room with piles of dirty and clean laundry lying all over the floor. It sounds weird but it's like he's passed on. The only difference is that I can text and/or talk to him over the phone.
Every time he visits it turns into a memory too fast. He's here then he's gone again. I can't stand it! I miss him too much for him to be gone this long. Some days it's hard to even walk out the door to get to school. Some days, I don't even want to wake up. I have dreams, no, they're more like memories of him and I as small children. We use to run around our big house up north chasing one another or sliding down the stairs on our butts. I really miss those days. I miss sneaking food from the fridge at night with him. I miss those nights when it stormed a lot and I would have to go and sleep in his room. I really miss it.
