I am blogging here today because two things have happened that both made me very mad, so mad that I feel the need to share my madness with you...and a bit of my revenge too.
The next thing that happened today that made me suddenly want to blog was as follows: I went downstairs, chipper and singing (I was singing “Yellow Submarine,” in case you were wondering.). I was going to get a cookie. I had been watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (I’m actually going to talk about this later on in this blog, I think, so remember that I’m mentioning this…) online but the movie had to load a bit more and I thought, “Hey! Why don’t I get a cookie while I’m waiting?” And that’s why I went downstairs. When downstairs, I discovered that my parents had planned my dad’s secretary, Jamie (fake name with the same first letter as her real name, yada yada yada. You know the drill.), would come over for dinner with her daughter Catlin who is my little sister’s best friend. I was a little bummed out because I knew that I would then have to wait a little while to finish my movie; Whenever we have company it is mandatory to stay downstairs at all times and be “hospitable and conversational.” Bleh. Still, I was going to have a cookie so everything was still fantastic in the land of Yellow Submarines :) As I went on my way to the pantry to snatch myself a delicious cookie, my song transformed from a Beatles original to a Maria extravaganza.
♪We all live in a yellow submarine!
A yellow submarine, a yellow submarine!
Oh, we all live in a yellow submarine!
A yellow subma-rine!!
Oh! I am a'spinning
A'spinning, a'spinning!
Yeah, I am a’spinning! Woo hoo!
I’ll get myself a cookie! ♫
At the last line my mom interrupted my opera solo and said, “No! No cookie. We are about to eat dinner.” I thought this was a supremely stupid reason to keep me from my cookie. Just one was not going to ruin my appetite, not that I ever have one anyway (I am notorious for never being hungry, ever.). “But just one Oreo—” “What did we say?!!” my father interrupted me, being sure to sound acutely angry with me, as always. Having both my cookie dreams and my pride crushed from being dictated by my parents so fiercely, I was put off with them both. They just had to push it. My mom ordered me to set the table for dinner, a chore I resent among the worst of jobs simply because I ALWAYS have to set the table and no one else ever gets asked to. My dad stopped me halfway and yelled at me because apparently we were actually eating outside and the table outside was already set anyway. Then I had grumpily said, “Well I’m eating inside,” keeping my place at the kitchen table set. And that’s when he pushed the envelope and drew me over the edge. “No you are not! You are going to eat outside with us just like everyone else!” He then told me to get an extra chair for outside. Have you ever been to blaringly furious that you started to cry because you just couldn’t get your emotions out? I was at that point. Not only were they making me work and miss half of Jades party (Which is ridiculous because I know I could easily have my friend Casey fill in for me at work. He’s mad at me because I sort of stole his job, so I know he wouldn’t mind doing mine because it's his favorite.), but they were making me eat outside too! I absolutely HATE eating outdoors. No. Hate is not strong enough of a word. I loathe it, I abhor it, I am repelled by it, I despise and detest it; there is not one person in my family who does not know this. My father knew what he was doing. So I went outside and set up the extra chair, trying to hold back my stupid tears. Then I stormed up the stairs like the emotional teenage girl that I am, screaming, “I have to wash my hair!” to my too cheerful mother who was singing for me to stay down with her.
So those are the two reasons that have fueled my longing to blog right now and share my anger with all of you. I know you all have been furious with your parents at one point or another, so I know you will understand. It’s this kind of treatment and consideration for my feelings, though, that makes me even happier and prouder of my next point: Harry Potter. All my life I (my siblings as well) have been forbidden to read and/or watch the Harry Potter series. Needless to say, I have always felt a strong desire to read and watch them because I wasn't allowed. It wasn’t until I was about eight years old that I genuinely wanted to know the stories, though. At that age I had been up late past my bed time (which was 9, so it was probably around 10:30…maybe. I don’t know. I could be getting these times all wrong.) and I was watching ABC Family. They were playing the second Harry Potter movie ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.’ I had just turned on the tv so I didn’t know what was going on. I remember vividly though that the scene I was watching was the part where Harry is in the girls bathroom talking with Myrtle the ghost. At that age, it was the coolest movie I had ever seen. There was a ghost and she actually looked REAL! Holy cow, this was the best thing since they invented pop tarts!! (I really loved those when I was younger.) And then, while staring lovingly at the ghost girl on the screen who was currently moaning about someone throwing a book through her head (Ginny, she’s on to you!), my dad walked in. Crap. The tv was shut off, I was crying and grounded, he was livid, and I went to sleep dreaming about how unfair it was that I couldn’t see what happened next. Who had thrown the book at Myrtle? Why does she complain all the time? How did she die? What happens next?! Well, years later now, I said, “Screw it! I’m going to watch it anyway!” My older sister Rosie and I had both decided that we were going to read and watch the movies. She was going to read the books first, and I was going to watch the movies first. Mostly I wanted to watch the movies first because I STILL wanted to know what happened with Myrtle, but also because I have a wonderful little gift where it doesn’t matter if I watch the movie first or not, I still imagine the characters in the book as I want them to be. So there was no worry of the movies ruining the magic of J.K. Rowling's books. So here I am today, watching the most recent movie ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.’ My opinion of them is that they are all wonderful movies; except for the one I had seen at age eight (the second one). Ironically, I liked them all except for that particular movie. I find it funny, actually. I just don’t like that one because I feel that the graphics on the snake at the end were really pathetic and it sort of ruined the whole movie for me. But all of them are extraordinary and I can’t wait for my books to come in at the library :D This is all made even sweeter because now my unknown act of rebellion is basically an unknown act of revenge on them for not letting me go to Jade’s party. Ha ha ha. I win!
Well, that’s the end of this blog. I’ll talk with you guys soon, perhaps.
Comments are better than Boggarts (psh! As if! I just have to say that, even though they are supposed to be really frightening, I think Boggarts are just about the coolest creatures ever! Them…and Dementors. I just LOVE them.)
Love,
Maria
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