That is exactly what I looked like after watching the next two trailers.
Harry Potter is my childhood. For my 12th birthday party, my friends and I went and saw Sorcerer's Stone. For my 21st birthday, rather than bar crawling and taking advantage of my rights as a 21-year-old, my friends and I saw Deathly Hallows Part 1. The premier of Part 2 is really going to mark the end of my adolescence. (Psh. I will never be a grown-up.)
It feels surreal that this is the LAST Harry Potter trailer. EVER. The last movie. I wasn't this, uh, emotional when the last book came out. Why should I worry? There were still more movies to come. Now what? Now what will I fan girl over? (As if I would ever stop being a Harry Potter fan girl.) What will I have left to live for? *sobs*
I audibly gasped when I saw the trailer. I didn't know the movie was coming out so soon AND HERE IT IS! I don't even have words for how excited I am. Not as excited as I am for Harry Potter (Come on. It's HARRY FUCKING POTTER.), but I'm still super pumped to cry my beady little eyes out.
With finals coming up (next week! eep!), I have my eye on summer and $2 movie night at the theater as book-ish things are happening.
Snow Flower and the Secret Fan
This was one of the books I reviewed waaaaayyy back when the blog was shiny and new and regularly updated. I absolutely love books set in 19th century China (random, right?), so I am so essite about this. Just think about the colors and the wardrobe and the relationship between Snow Flower and Lily. Swoon!
Mr. Popper's Penguins
This is one that a lot of people my age missed out on, but because I skew toaward children's books written before my time, I lurve it. You cannot go to the penguin exhibit at the zoo with me wothout me saying, "PENGUINS! LOVE ME AND I WILL BE YOUR MR. POPPER!" The penguins do not run away with me.
Jim Carrey as Mr. Popper? I'm not sure how I feel about that. Sometimes he annoys me. He really, really annoys me. I do not want him ruining Mr. Popper for me. Tread carefully, Mr. Carrey.
The Help
Confession: I still haven't read The Help. (It's on my summer reading list, okay?)
The preview looks awesome. As one YouTube commenter said, "I love movies where racists get their asses kicked." Plus, I have a mega-girl crush on Emma Stone.
(Sorry about the sketchy link. The video wasn't so sure it wanted to be embedded.)
Meh.. Oh, look. Another chick flick that I'm not too excited about.
Breaking Dawn.
Apparently, a trailer isn't out yet. Oh, bother.
Anyway, fuck this shit. I am glad that the Twilight franchise is almost done. Then, we can get back to the things that matter in life. Like Harry Potter.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part II
I AM EXCITED AND SAD. This is my Star Wars, people! My 12th birthday party involved going to see Sorcerer's Stone. For my 21st birthday, I did the same thing as when I was 12. Except we saw Deathly Hallows Part I. (Most awesome 21st birthday party ever Seriously.) Harry Potter is my childhood. I'm not ready to let it go. (I am also not ready to give up my go-to birthday plan. High five to my mom for giving birth to me in what became the go-to weekend for Harry Potter movie releases.)
I will probably be an emotional mess for the premiere. My campus had a free showing of DH I a few weeks ago. I was crying before the movie started. A few weeks ago, my friends and I were talking about the James-Lily-Snape love triangle. I cried. And not a little cry. This was a weep about how I'm team Snape and he gave his life to protect Harry even though Lily didn't love him and James was kinda an asshole to him. So much sacrifice and love! *dabs eyes*
And to be creepy, I am excited to teach my hypothetical spawn about Harry Potter way far in the hover-crafting future. It helps that if things go as planned, I will be procreating with Rupert Grint. 'Cause UNF.
Actually, I dressed up as Quinn Morgendorffer for Halloween 2010. And it was definitely a couple's costume with my old roommate. She was my Daria. We were awesome. Unfortunately, we're from an age group that missed out on Daria, so we spent all night explaining who we were. And there's just a little personal story for y'all.
The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.
