You're Going to Think I'm a Pothead

So I was forcibly removed(fine, not forcibly, but I was definitely not welcome) my apartment Sunday night.  She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (I've actually found myself referring to a lot people as He/She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named recently...I might have anger management issues that I'm desperately trying to mask), invited her entire family over to the apartment for dinner and gave us 12 hours notice.  Normally this wouldn't be too big of a deal, but my other roommate and I had planned a special Sunday dinner for the three of us and we were trying to make the weekend kind of an adventure since we were both bummed we weren't going on trips.  Plus, she didn't ASK she TOLD.

But I digress....

Since I was not allowed at home, I looked for a plan B.  Well, the parents and brothers left for California Sunday morning.  So they weren't going to be home to feed/entertain me on a Sunday evening.  Turns out that Kristin and Chris and Taylor had plans up at Chris' dad's house.  Thank goodness for Scott and Kristie and Emma coming to the rescue.  When I got over to my mom's house to squat for the night, I found I did not have a lot of food options.  DUH!  They went out of town.  They got rid of any perishables that might expire.  But Scott and Kristie were kind enough to take in poor homeless me and give me a hot meal and entertain me for a bit.  Thanks guys.

But after that, still afraid to go home to whatever disaster would be left by She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and her relatives, I returned to my basement sanctuary and watched Harry Potter 7 pts 1 & 2.  Yes I am that awesome. 

I'm not sure what was in the spaghetti that Kristie fixed, but I had some really random and several far-too-deep thoughts while watching the movies.  And because I know you will all continue to love me, inspite of my craziness, I'm going to share them with you.

So you know how Harry, Ron and Hermione have the horcruxes to find(sorry!  Spoiler alert!  Although, if you don't know what I'm talking about, crawl out from under the rock or swallow your pride.  Read the books or watch the movie!  Seriously!)?  And they have that locket?  And they have to take turns wearing it until they can destroy it?  And it makes them all cranky, but Ron worst of all?  I got to thinking, "What kind of horcruxes am I carrying around?"  I mean, obviously I'm not carrying around pieces of some evil soul.  But stick with me.  Don't we all carry around toxic experiences from our lives?  We hoard them and cling to them, when really, we just need to take the sword of Gryffindor to them and destroy them once and for all.  Maybe it's awful things people have said or done to us.  Maybe it's terrible things we think about ourselves.  Maybe it's actually people in our lives that poison our minds.  Cut them out, kids.  Remember how cranky Ron got?  And then he threw a temper tantrum and left.  And when it came time to destroy it, Ron found it wasn't easy, but he somehow found the strength to do it.  We need to, too. (see what I mean about too deep?  I mean it's Harry Potter, for crying out loud!)

Next:  When Ron comes back, Hermione is all kinds of mad at him.  He does his best to explain why he came back and she relents a little.  Harry asks her later, "You're not still mad at Ron, are you?"  And Hermione replies, "I'm always mad at him."  I'm sorry but it made me laugh.  Tell me you don't think that's amusing...because it's true.   We all have those people in our lives that we love to death, but there's always a little part of us that's mad at them because sometimes people are stupid.  And sometimes loving a person means wanting to punch them in the face.

I always get a little teary eyed when Dobby the House Elf dies.

Voldemort is a brilliant villian name.  It sounds evil.

When I read the book and imagined the big conflict at Hogwarts between the Death Eaters and the remaining members of the Order of the Pheonix etc, I never really imagined very many people.  I never thought about the Death Eaters growing in number much beyond what was at the cemetary the night Cedric Diggory dies.  But when I was watching last night and they show the vast number of Death Eaters and terrifying magical allies, I thought "Of course they would increase in number."  First, there are always going to be those who just kind of lean evil anyway.  You know, the sickos who get their jollies torturing and killing people.  Second, I suppose that to some people what Voldemort was promising would be appealing, particularly if they were unhappy with the current system(isn't that how some politicians get elected?).  Third, you have those who will join out of fear.  And of course, you can't forget the ones that are blackmailed to help or brainwashed to join the fight as pawns.  So yeah.  Lots of bad guys.  And isn't Voldemort a lot like Satan?  If you haven't considered it...you should.

I full on cry when Professor Snape dies.  And I cry all through the memories he gives Harry.  Every time.

Nagini gives me nightmares.  I don't do snakes.

I always root for Neville.  And Luna.  And Neville and Luna.

Daniel Radcliff is REALLY short. 

I barely recover from Snape and Fred dies(or is it George, I always forget).  And Lupin and Tonks!  It really gets to be more than my heart can handle.

I'm not really sure why I get so attached to fictional characters, but I cry more during some movies and books than I have in actual real life sad situations(which is why I refuse to watch Nicholas Sparks movies.  Seriously don't even ask me to.). 

I appreciate that they use the original actors for the 19 years later part at the end of the movie.  But it's REALLY stretching the imagination.  Especially with the girls.  They're probably going to age pretty well.  Ron and Harry, not so much.  But I still like it.

When I read the book, I cried when I found out Harry named his kid Albus Severus.