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Summer Schoolwork. UFGH.

You see the title. You think “Oh God, NO.”

I feel the EXACT same way. I hate summer schoolwork. I don’t mind summer reading so much, especially if the book is good (I.E. HARRY POTTER.) but this year I got stuck with this historical book in ADDITION to my decent book. I read the decent book in about a day but this other book is taking me forever to get through. It’s about the Founding Fathers (no, sadly NOT the diner in Bones…) and the process of how the United States became the United States. Now, don’t get me wrong, I really like history. I think it’s interesting. But I have my limits. This book just goes ON AND ON about the Founding Fathers and I can barely get through a page without thinking, “When is this going to be over…?” It’s well written and everything, even slightly opinionated (something I enjoy). But it just makes me want to do something more interesting. I mean, I don’t HATE it or anything. It’s just that I can get into it for about 10 minutes and then I’m like “okay… the chapter should’ve ended right there… why is it continuing… this information is repetitive…” and then I start to lose my concentration.

Of course it doesn’t help when I have songs stuck in my head (Arms, Christina Perri and Ships in the Night, Mat Kearney AND The A-Team, Ed Sheeran). But usually I can just get through it.

ALSO, what bugs me more is that the book isn’t the end of it. I then have to read 9 chapters of my AP History textbook and take notes to then have a test on it the second week of school. That just bugs me. THEN for Chemistry, we have to learn multiple topics and we will be tested on them the second DAY of school. Then we are going to have another test on either the third or fourth day about safety in the classroom. BUT, before that, we have to take quizzes on that before school even starts. 4 days before!

Now, I’m not trying to be all “BOO HOO FOR ME MY LIFE SUCKS I HAVE TO DO WORK” but honestly? I don’t want to be sick of school before it even begins…


—I apologize for the rant. I’m just frustrated. Plus I needed a break from reading that book.


Why were Roger Waters and Morrissey singing together? Why don’t my dreams make sense?

We all know (or have been told) that dreams are the representations of our thoughts, and that more often than not they are utterly and completely meaning less. They are just random things our subconscious cooks up, and they may or may not be inspired by our real lives. There are people, for example who dream about doing every-day stuff. Pretty exciting, huh? And then there are people who dream extraordinary things that should be movies, if they already aren’t, and somehow manage to make perfect sense. Like that guy and his wife who literally LIVED in their dream-world for AGES. Or that other girl who built a dream inside a dream (inside a dream, inside a dream).Oh, wait, that’s Inception! with Joe Gordon-Levitt and Leo DiCaprio and Ellen Page!

A lot of the dreams I remember are a mix of the two. Except, of course they don´t make any sense. Whatsoever.

Last night, for instance, I remember falling asleep while listening to The Smiths. In my dream I was in some stage thing, with a huge screen/wall in the back, and a SMITHS SONG WAS PLAYING. When I turned around, Morrissey was there, singing. THE MOZMAN HIMSELF. Next to him, Roger Waters, from Pink Floyd was, I don’t know, doing something. I think it was Roger Waters, because his face was a sign that said ROGER WATERS in big, bright letters. Then, Roger Waters and Morrissey Himself started singing some new kind of music… a cross between Progressive/Acid/Space/Psychedelic Rock (according to Wikipedia) and Indie Pop. Actually it just sounded like “Please, please, please Let Me Get What I Want” with spacey background vocals that said something like “Pink Floyd…The Wall…So EPIC”. I should say I’ve only ever seen Roger Waters’ face in an interview with 60 Minutes about his The Wall Tour, and I’ve only ever heard maybe five Pink FLoyd songs.

In what universe would that happen? How did Morrissey and Roger Waters ever end up in the same place? WHY WAS I THERE? HOW did I get there? ugh.

Then there was the time Death Cab For Cutie’s Ben Gibbard was sitting there in my living room. And apparently I was interviewing Ben Gibbard. In my Living Room.  And Ben Gibbard was also singing. In My Living Room. “Monday Morning” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark” and “Grapevine Fires” and “Expo ’86” all being sung by THE BENJAMIN GIBBARD in My Living Room. It was insane. I was fangirling in my sleep, and nearly rolled off my bed, and bumped into a duck wearing a suit. The Duck then chased me down the side of a Swamp, somewhere in the outskirts of Bree (Middle Earth…).

I am infinitely jealous of people like my sister that can have perfectly logical dreams that have nothing to do with going to the  bathroom at a restaurant and bumping into Voldemort and The Silence. She doesn’t have to suffer in the morning with burning questions such as: ‘Why were Voldemort and The Silence IN THE LADIE’S ROOM?’. I hope any Neuro Scientists (Hi, Amy Farrah Fowler!!!) or Psychologists (Hello, Lancelot!) or Psychiatrists (Hello, you!) that happen to be reading this have any ideas to help me have NORMAL DREAMS.

However, if you happen to suggest I stop watching/reading/listening/obsessing over the stuff I dream about, I say NO CAN DO.

Ever had any strange dreams that’s baffled you more than Irene Adler baffled Sherlock Holmes *sighBenedictCumberbatchsigh*?

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An Open Letter to Samwise “Sam” Gamgee

Dear Sam,

Although you weren’t the biggest or the strongest (physically, at least) of Frodo’s companions on the Trip To Rivendell, you are, I daresay, the most loyal and pleasant hobbit. You put Frodo and everyone else’s needs above your own. You were always Skeptical, especially when it came to strangers like Aragorn, and everyone at Bree.

You are really the Greatest Sidekick, for all that you do for Frodo, The Fellowship and all the Others. If there was an award for Greatest Sidekicks it would most definitely go to you, instead of some Vampire or, I don’t know,some other Not-Incredibly-Awesome Person.

This letter will definitely be continued, after I get further into The Fellowship of The Ring.

By the way: Throwing that apple at Bill’s face was really Brave and Awesome.



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HelloGiggles – The Badassification of Joseph Gordon-Levitt

HelloGiggles – The Badassification of Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Joseph is pretty much the coolest actor in existence.

He’s also one of the most adorable/dreamy/CREATIVE  actors in Hollywood.

He’s also very good at fighting up-side down in Gravity-free hallways. (INCEPTION!!)

He also likes THE SMITHS.


and he sings*. sort of**.


JGL is just too cool.

*It’s like watching (500) Days of Summer again. They’re kind of perfect together.

**I think my cousin can sing better than that, at least on The Beatles Rockband thingamajig.

***This was actually directed by Marc Webb, the director of (500) Days of Summer. It is LITERALLY the most AH-MAZING music video. Also, She & Him are my LYFE.


My first encounter with Harry Potter, famous wizard, The Boy Who Lived, occurred one fateful afternoon at my family’s rental beach house. I was around six at the time that I met him, and it would be nearly four more years until I fell absolutely head-over-heels for the green-eyed legend. (Of course, at the time, I had no way of knowing the true color of his eyes, seeing as Daniel Radcliffe’s are blue.) But that’s beside the point because we didn’t even watch the movie (which we found behind the aptly sand-colored couch on the first day at LBI) until the summer after I turned 10.

One and a half years later, we had very nearly forgotten about Harry. Or at least we thought we had until he showed up on our doorstep along with a ton of clothes and books my sister’s Pre-K teacher’s daughter didn’t want anymore. (Did she really expect that we would dress him in oversized girl’s clothes?) This time, he came in the form of two barely even opened books; clearly, Kristen hadn’t loved him like I would come to.

Even so, it took me (and pardon me if my math’s wrong here) two and a half more years before I actually opened the first book and leapt into the truly magical world of J.K. Rowling’s creation. But when I finally did, I fell completely in love.

Once I started reading The Sorcerer’s Stone, I found it impossible to stop. I begged my mother to take me to Barnes & Noble to buy books three and four; I purchased books five and six at my school’s spring book fair. By the end of the month (May), all six books had been read and reread, and I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the seventh book. (Of course, my mother had to draw it out even longer by refusing to give me my preordered copy until the trip to LBI in August.)

But this was, in a way, fitting; the place where Harry first entered my life would be the place where I would eventually say goodbye, or at least until I saw the next film. As it so happened, however, our parting would not last long. We were reunited that very same vacation when my parents finally agreed to take me to see The Order of the Phoenix at a nearby theater.

It was around the start of the fifth grade when I first entered into the Harry Potter fandom. I dived right into the HP community, immediately boarding the great ship Dramione. Quite honestly, I had always loved the characters of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, and the shipping only elated that feeling. To this day, Dramione remains my OTP.

Since then, Harry has followed me wherever I’ve gone. I sat in my fifth grade classroom and read The Deathly Hallows alongside my first Real Boy Crush (as opposed to Book Crush like, say Draco*), formed a lasting friendship with theadorkable timelord through our shared love for Harry Potter and his wizarding world, been both Hermione AND Bellatrix for Halloween, totally fangirled out when the last three movies entered the theaters, screamed ridiculously loud when Pottermore was announced (and doubly as loud when I got sorted into Ravenclaw) – the list goes on and on.

[I would write up an extremely long post about how great and deep and amazing of a character Draco Malfoy is, if I didn’t know that theadorkabletimelord would veto it immediately. She doesn’t like him very much… Wait – nevermind, she actually said okay! Well then, there is definitely a Draco Malfoy post in the near future! :P]

The final movie in particular meant so much to the scores of Harry Potter fans, including myself. It was the end of an era. Harry Potter had gone out with a bang, leaving a hole in all of our hearts that I truly believe can never be satisfied by any other phenomenon. This was made clear at the recent MTV Movie Awards, where Harry Potter was voted Best Hero, beating out even Katniss Everdeen fromThe Hunger Games by a landslide. Because even though there will be no more books or movies centered around our boy wizard to look forward to, the Harry Potter fandom remains strong. The hole left by the completion of the series is at this very moment being filled with fanfiction and fanard and real life Quidditch matches and all sorts of other contributions in honor of Harry. And now, one year after the premiere ofThe Deathly Hallows Part 2, the fandom is more dedicated than ever.

Harry Potter is far frome gone; J.K. Rowling’s creations continue to and will continue to live on in the loyal hearts of their fans. And I can say with utmost certainty that there will never be another hero quite like Harry Potter.

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I remember the first time I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone when it first came out. I was terrified from pretty much the very beginning and remained that way throughout almost the whole film. The boa constrictor Harry unknowingly sets free at the zoo? the goblins at Gringott’s Wizarding Bank?  Fluffy, the three-headed dog? Mr. Filch? Norbert, Hagrid’s pet dragon? Professor Quirrell’s Voldemort-bearing skull? FANG? They all scared me. They CREEPED me out. I couldn’t bear watching the film. I couldn’t watch The Chamber of Secrets either, because I found Dobby absolutely revolting (I WAS AN INSANE CHILD). I was also weirded out by Sirius Black in The Prisioner of Azkaban, as well as by Remus Lupin in his werewolf phase.

It wasn’t until I was about eight or nine that I actually started liking them. My dad got  the DVDs and the four of us would devote our Saturday afternoons to watching J.K. Rowling’s genius come alive on our television. 

Harry, Ron and Hermione became sort of heroes of mine. Hermione embodied the kind of person I wanted (and still want) to be. I started shipping Harry and Hermione, though it wouldn’t be until a few years later that I would learn what ‘shipping’ was, or that I would be completely obsessed with Harry Potter.

When we watched The Goblet of Fire, I decided I wanted to be a Griffyndor, and took silly fan-made Sorting Tests, that always put you in Harry Potter’s House no matter which answers you chose. A few months ago on Pottermore, I was sorted into Ravenclaw (wooot woot!!).

[RANDOM: the first time I heard about Doctor Who  was when my dad was changing channels looking for something good to watch, and we saw David Tennant (Barty Crouch Jr. on The Goblet of Fire) running across a rooftop ‘shooting’ at stuff with what I later learned was the Sonic Screwdriver. That was way before I met Elizabeth and Maddy who turned me into a Whovian.]

I made my parents take me three times (I think!) to see The Order of the Phoenix and I will admit I developed a deep hatred for Cho Chang for being so absolutely despicable, as well as for Bellatrix Lestrange for killing Darling Sirius Black.

In the time between the release of TOoTP and The Half-Blood Prince, I became a Proper Potterhead. Ellen started sending me fanfiction, after I read all seven books in the latter half of sixth gradeWhen THBP came out I begged my parent’s to take me to the Midnight showing, but they said no. I re-read the book twice during Day Camp, and listened to the Audio Book before we went to see the film. Oh how I fan-girled. I squealed quietly all throughout, cried like a MADWOMAN when Dumbledore died, thought I had died when Harry and Ginny kissed, and cheered (somewhat loudly…) when Hermione set her pretty birds on Ronald. My heart broke during that scene between Harry and Hermione in that balcony after Ron’s victory party. And when Lavender and Hermione started arguing in the Infirmary, in front of the Professors, I fan-girl DIED.

The Deathly Hallows part I was Literally The Most Amazing Movie In The History of Movies despite the ending. COULDN’T THEY HAVE FOUND A BETTER TIME TO CUT? GEESH. I still wanted to kill Ron half the time, and grew even more conflicted: HarryxHermione, or RonxHermione, or HarryxGinny? THAT DANCING SCENE between Harry and Hermione sent me into a squealing fit. I DIED for the millionth time.

I watched the Deathly Hallows pt. 2  London Premier on the Youtube Livestream. I was a mess. How I wished I could have been there! How absolutely marvelous everyone looked! Emma! Dan! Rupert! Tom! Gary! Ralph! Robbie! JO! When she gave that little speech, the part in which she says that “Hogwarts will always be there to welcome [you] home” I cried.

On the fifteenth, a year ago, my uncle took us to see it for my cousin Harry’s birthday. I drew Scars and Wands and Signs of The Hallows all over my arms. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I cried (again) when George, Remus and Tonks died. I cheered when Molly said THAT LINE. “Not my daughter, you BITCH!”. Molly Weasley: I LOVE YOU. I melted when Ron and Hermione finally kissed.

One Woman.Seven Books. Eight Films. MILLIONS (if not BILLIONS) of Fans. A Decade.

It was too much to process. I cried that night.

It’s still a bit weird to think that there’s no more Potter films coming out any time soon. There’s no more Potter books coming forth. The chances of having such a MAGNIFICENT cast together, working on a production that LIFE ALTERING are pretty slim.

Unless, of course Moffat gets his Blank Check to make a Doctor Who/Sherlock crossover. THAT WOULD BE FREAKING EPIC!!!!

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Driving in Colombia: a detailed break-down of matters.

Like most people my age, I am incredibly excited by the prospect of driving. Over the last couple of weeks, I took driving lessons, which (sadly) ended today. I remember the first time I got behind the wheel, no more than a week-and-a-half ago. I was incredibly nervous, driving this thing that could run someone over or crash into another car, or do a lot of damage.

Lovely thoughts, huh?

It didn’t help that I was (and continue to be, and possibly always will be…) surrounded by insane drivers. Here, in Bogotá (Colombia!! 😉) people have a unique way of driving (and generally behaving on the road… *coughPedestianscough*), as far as I’ve been able to observe.

Allow me to break it down:

The Bus Drivers

Public transportation is really a very important form of transportation for a lot of people; as a result, the number of buses in the streets is fairly high, even for a city the size of Bogotá. The Bus Drivers are perhaps some of  the most reckless drivers I have seen. Although, personally I haven’t had to deal with them a whole lot in my ten hours’ experience, I have seen them commit some pretty impressive infractions. They like hitting the brakes unexpectedly, and you know, swerving like crazy. Oh, how I would hate to be one of the passengers…

The Taxi Drivers

They’re kind of like The Bus Drivers, save for the fact that they drive regular-sized cars. Like Bus Drivers, they crowd along the entrances to malls, and airports and such. Unlike buses, though, you’ll have a much harder time finding a free cab during peak hours, or (ironically) outside malls.

Today I actually saw a cabbie reading the newspaper in the middle of bumper-to-bumper traffic just off the highway. HE WAS READING THE NEWSPAPER! IN THE MIDDLE OF TRAFFIC! WITH SOMEONE IN THE CAR WITH HIM! (ZARQUON!)

The Bikers

Of all the people on the road, they are perhaps the ones you should keep your eyes peeled for. Since they don’t have actual cars, but still transit on the same roads as cars, they are able to do things cars just can’t. Such as  weaving between lanes and (by default) cars. Especially on the highway, where everyone drives very fast, these bike-riding-people try to make headway by cutting cars off, and crossing across lanes. I’m always afraid I’m going to bump into them while taking an exit on the highway or something.

The Normal-Car Drivers and the Normal Car Drivers

These people drive normal cars. They aren’t necessarily normal drivers, although they necessarily aren’t abnormal drivers. They’re just your run-of-the-mill people who drive cars. Some of them make you wonder how on Earth they got their licences. Some of them make you wish you were them, with their ability to come to a stop oh-so-smoothly, and not-letting-go-of-the-clutch-pedal-so-quickly-that-the-car-turns-off-in-the-middle-of-the-street.

The Pedestrians

swear some of these people have a death wish. It’s here that I’ve seen some of the most outrageous cases of jay-walking ever. Not even in New York City or in the Latino part of Union City where we once went to a really good Colombian restaurant and nearly ran over some lady who appeared out of the blue, have I encountered such carelessness, for lack of a better word.

I’ve been told about a dozen times already that anybody who manages to drive here has no trouble driving anywhere else in the world (except, I think, India… if movies like Slumdog Millionaire and The Most Exotic Marigold Hotel [the trailer!] are anything to go by…). I’m excited to get my Colombian license ..,after a few more classes, and then my American one… when I’m eighteen…♦

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They were funnier back then…

Imagine that right now you’re the  watching Disney Channel,  and all the while you’re thinking to yourself: ‘how the hell do they manage to ruin a perfectly good channel!??!’ but the truth is they haven’t.


As amazing as that sounds it’s true. :O

Growing up with Hannah Montana, you look now and are amazed at how idiotic  the new shows are ( such as Austin & Ally, or Shake It Up). You look at them as copies: the same type of storyline just with worse jokes and dumber characters (both adults and children), and wonder how much more stupider they can get. Then you are dumbfounded when you watch old TV shows that you used  to grow up watching, still airing every week. You realize that the writers  just try squeezing every last drop of imagination they have left, until they start to repeat  storylines from earlier years until they  have completely ruined it (and I hope we all know which shows I am talking about).

Now you start to look back at shows like Hannah Montana etc…. and you reluctantly admit that they did the same back then. But don’t be so quick in admitting it cause they have made them  worse,  making adults stupider and kids smarter which is depressing. I  wonder what happened to good shows like  Full House and Saved By The Bell. The curremt intelligence level of today´s Disney Channel and even Nickelodeon leaves me no hope for kid tv shows!!

                                                                                      – Ronnie out Continue reading

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Earlier in the spring, Julia Bluhm, a fourteen year-old teen from Maine petitioned that Seventeen, a popular girl’s fashion magazine, feature atleast one photo-spread a month featuring completely un-altered and air brush-free models. She started an online petition, which quickly garnered attention and thousands of signatures. At a meeting with Ann Shockley, Seventeen‘s Editor-In-Chief, the magazine agreed with Julia’s petitions, but no firm commitments were made.

On July 3, however, Ann Shoket announced that all of Seventeen‘s staff had signed an eight-point Body Peace Treaty where they vow to:

  1. Help make your life amazing!  You have big dreams and we want you to achieve every single one of them!
  2. Never change girls’ body or face shapes. (Never have, never will.)
  3. Celebrate every kind of beauty in our pages. Without a range of body types, skin tones, heights and hair textures, the magazine–and the world–would be boring!
  4. Always feature real girls an models who are healthy. Regardless of clothing size, being healthy is about honoring your natural shape.
  5. Be totally up-front about what goes into our photoshoots. You can go behind the scenes on our Tumblr ( and see the whole shebang!
  6. Help you make the best choices for your body–food that fuels you, excercise that energizes you–so you can feel your absolute best each day.
  7. Give you the confidence to walk into any room and  own it. Say be-bye to those nagging insecurities that you’re not good enough or pretty enough– they’re holding you back from being awesome in the world!
  8. Listen carefully to you. If something in the magazine confuses you or makes you feel bad, we want to hear about it.

It is fantastic that a publication the size of Seventeen is finally paying attention to a teenage girl’s criticism! What’s even greater: the fact that they are working to right their wrongs.

Admittedly, there are other fashion magazines aimed at teens who arte even bigger users of Photoshop and air-brush (hello, Teen Vouge!!), and feature only models of a certain size, etc.  After coming under-fire from the Media and several other organizations for hiring under-age and un-healthy looking girls to walk the runway and appear in photoshoots last New York Fashion Week, many designers and magazines (like Vouge) moved to make ammends: they said they would be more careful about who they hire; they would try to hire models who didn’t look like twigs, but those that had a more realistic shape. They would also impose a stricter control over the ages of their models, so as to make sure no girls under the age of sixteen (16! apparently sixteen year-olds are mature enough to deal with rejections from designers, and possible sexual abuse/harrassment from photographers, etc.) were hired.

Everywhere you look, be it in school, at the mall and even AT THE GYM, you see girls and women wishing their bodies looked a  certain way, or that their skin was blemish-free  and perfect like that of the models in the magazines. On TV all you hear sometimes are women ragging on each other about how they look, and using the other’s insecurities about their bodies to BRING THEM DOWN. You see tweens and teens comparing their bodies to older models’! It happens to even those of us who actively fight with ourselves when we get too judgey about ourselves. I have seen it happen in my bedroom when my sister brings down those damned   ‘Get In Shape For Your Crush/ Valentine’s Day/ Spring Break/Summer/ The Holidays/ The New Year’ inserts she gets in Seventeen and Girl’s Life, and she starts “Oh, I need to loose all this belly fat…” and “Ugh, my thighs are so big…”. Truth is, she still has the body of a little girl. She has baby fat, and she’s being told that because she isn’t twiggy and blemish-free she isn’t perfect.

Thanks, Julia Bluhm for helping us all see that we can change things , and thanks to the folks at Seventeen who pledged to help make things right. ♦

Seventeen’s Body Peace Treaty, and the on-going fight to end the war on Body Image

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