Monthly Archives: July 2010

Witches and Wizards and Magical Beasts


For those of you who don’t know, there is a Harry Potter musical on YouTube. I was referred to it a year and a month ago: “Go into YouTube and search for ‘A Very Potter Musical.’ You won’t regret it.”

I didn’t.

While there are some issues while watching (video and sound quality), it’s truly fantastic to watch – and really all about laughs.

And with the twists put on the characters – how could you not burst into giggles? Harry is a guitar-playing, egotistical boy. Ron is, while still Harry’s friend, a jerk with a signature blue headband. Hermione is beyond mercilessly teased and put down. Voldemort and Quirrell have a major bro-mance. And Dumbledore is…well, you have to see for yourself.

Now one important thing that might annoy watchers is that the musical has pieces from different books placed all together in a new plotline. Harry Potter is Goin’ Back to Hogwarts and has to face many things – his love for Cho Chang (the Southern Goddess of Hogwarts), the different tasks from the Triwizard Tournament, and finally finishing Voldemort once and for all. Pieces of the first, fourth, and seventh books are all put together in a new way – and somehow, the musical manages to become its own fantastic Harry Potter book.

Unless you happen to be completely devoted to all things canon. However, I am one of those people and I just relish the characters, jokes, and songs so much that being canon doesn’t matter. I suppose it’s just all about being in the eyes of the beholder.

Oh – and watch out for Draco Malfoy. You’ll never understand him and his hope to attend Pigfarts, at least not until the sequel.

Yes, a sequel – and don’t worry, I’ll write a review for that too. πŸ˜‰

A Very Potter Musical – Act 1, Part 1.

Regards,

Krista

3 Comments

Filed under Harry Potter

Seventeen Summers


I have been alive for exactly seventeen summers. I’m not very old, but apparently I look that way because of my flaking paper body and long, awkward arms.

I’m young, though, and I work just as hard as any other tree to produce oxygen. I have tried to do my best for as long as I can remember – working day and night to keep myself healthy so I can grow big and strong for the world.

But there is one thing I’m confused about.

Everyone – the wind, ground, rain, and other trees – are telling me that it’s fall, but my rings only tell me I’ve been alive for seventeen summers. I feel like I’m somehow a season behind and because of that I’m trying to catch up on shedding my leaves, but that doesn’t make sense. And really, it’s impossible to speed up that kind of process.

What’s even more astounding though – no other tree around me is doing the same. I’m the lone tree trying to make up for falling behind.

Maybe Mother Nature forgot to tell me something – some important piece of knowledge about all this rain that I should know.

Or, she might think that it’s time for me to go. I hope that’s not the case. I want to live to feel the wind blow and animals burrow. I want to see the people walk around me, growing and changing. I want to see what happens next.

There’s nothing like living and giving life. The world needs me – people need me – and that’s been my mission. I don’t want to have to give it up.

So, I guess I should keep going. I’ll let my leaves turn orange and shake them off my arms. I’ll just keep living and giving for as long as I can.

Maybe I’ll figure it out on my own.

____________________________________________________________________________________________

Finally! I’ve finished. I never expected this piece to take so long, but it was just so hard to get the words out in an eloquent manner. I’ve worked on this for about two weeks, and it’s really not that long. In fact, it’s a bit cheesy and depressing – and the first piece I’ve ever written and posted without having another person edit it first. :O

But I like it. A lot. I got inspired by the tree outside my bedroom window. It’s the only one on my street that’s been bothering to lose a bunch of leaves, and I just decided to write from its perspective. Hopefully you’ve enjoyed my amateur writing. πŸ™‚

There’s other reasons why I haven’t posted in the past few weeks, though. I’ve been packing, and going to graduation parties of the once upperclassmen.

I can just hear you – “Packing? What for?”

Well, I went from dear ol’ Ohio up to grand and fantastic Michigan. I’m vacationing with my family, which is great because I’ve been needing this relaxing place so badly.

Anyway, I’m going to go out to eat for lunch in a few; I should be getting ready.

Regards,

Krista

2 Comments

Filed under Short Stories

The College Chronicles


The College Chronicles is going to be something like a record of my time getting ready for college, and my time in college. I’m actually pretty excited about this project – especially because it should help me get more invested in searching for and applying to colleges.

Right now, I only really know these few facts:

  • I’ve been wanting to be in and planning for college ever since freshman year.
  • I don’t know how to do this college thing.
  • I want to become a Psychologist.
  • I am going to apply to exactly seven colleges.
  • I love Kenyon College.
  • I have trouble finding other colleges because that love is so large.
  • I can’t find any other colleges I like that are small.
  • I’m too picky for my own good.

I’ve got a list of colleges that I would like to apply to already:

  • Kenyon College (LOVE)
  • University of Cincinnati (for safety)
  • University of Pittsburgh (for the Psychology program)
  • Ohio State (for the Psyche program)
  • Denison University (it’s similar to Kenyon, plus the Psyche program)
  • Fairleigh Dickinson University (I don’t know. I just haven’t crossed it off yet, so it might be important.)
  • Wittenberg University (same as above)
  • College of Idaho (I don’t really even know)
  • University of Dayton (Safety. Plus I know the town well. More research will be done.)
  • Syracuse University (I just want to apply here.)

Problem: A lot of these colleges don’t have the type of setting I’m looking for. Either I feel like I can’t connect with the people (when I’ve visited) or I feel like it’s too big for me. I’ve grown up in a small town all my life, and while I love the Big Apple, I’m just not sure if I could live in a big city for 4+ years. So, I don’t know if I should continue to search for smaller schools, or if I should just go ahead and start narrowing down.

Ah, dilemmas.

Regards,

Krista

PS. I’ve been listening to Lady GaGa recently because I’ve gotten her full albums and I love them! Why are so few of her songs popular? She has so many more fantastic ones!

6 Comments

Filed under The College Chronicles

Who Am I?


There’s two definitions for the word “glamour.” The most popular definition is about a person’s charm, beauty, and extravagant persona.

I’m here to tell you about the definition I have come to know.

My name is Clarisse. My city and school and life are all exactly like any other teenagers’. At least, that’s what my parents and the whole adult community of this city would want me to tell you. But I’d be lying (and I actually am lying a teensy bit. I don’t have parents; I’m an orphan). My whole city works in the life of Glamour – and if you don’t know what that is, you are missing out on a major high.

Glamour is energy – pure energy that can take over every fiber of your being and make it hum and laugh. What you probably know it as is magic – some kind of unexplainable power that people use to control the world around them. That’s true, but it’s a lot different than JK Rowling made it out to be. There are no wands and it’s actually very easy to learn and use. You don’t need to go to school for seven years unless you plan on being a Psychologist or Pharmacist.

But technically I’m not even supposed to know about using Glamour yet. I’m still a junior in high school (I wish! I’m actually a freshman), and there are big-time rules about when and how you get your Glamour license. If someone even thinks about using Glamour before they get enrolled in college, they supposedly get jailed.

Everyone knows that’s not true, though – especially the high schoolers. That’s why we do whatever we want when it comes to Glamour – like delving into the darker forms. The deadlier forms. Just the other day I watched my two best girlfriends battle in an old-school contest to the death. Rez won – which I expected – but I do sort of miss Quinn a bit.

Okay, sorry. Quinn didn’t die. She’s actually alive and well, but her parents are making her move to a new high school.

Anyway, my overall favorite piece of Glamour is warping my skin and clothes. Ripping all of my body and life apart so that no one can see me. It hurts like hellfire and dragon bites, but I’m used to it. It’s not like Rez likes me anyway.

But, you don’t have to believe me. I am a compulsive liar after all.

Sincerely,

Ariel xx

_____________________________________________________________________________________________

Okay, so I am neither Clarisse or Ariel and I do not go to a high school that does illegal Glamour activities. However, I am a 17-year-old girl named Krista, who just so happened to think that blogging publicly would be a lot of fun.

I’ve got so much in store for this blog – loads of ideas. One of them being to post some short stories for fun every now and then. I’ve always been into writing,Β Β and I really want to be an author at some point, so I think that doing this kind of project will be good for me.

But there are other things I’d like to write too – like reviews. I am a big nerd girl and I have a lot of tv shows, movies, and books that I’d love to write about. The two that instantly come to mind are Harry Potter and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I’m definitely going to be writing about some of my lesser interests like Doctor Who and the thousands of other books crammed into my bookshelves.

But I think one of the best things that might come out of this blog is the feedback I’ll get. I hope that I’ll be able to learn about more fandoms or books and have my interests grow. I guess I just have a thirst for stories. πŸ˜‰

Regards,

Krista

6 Comments

Filed under Short Stories