ugh

ugh...i just want to say...will WB stop trying to add things in? that have nothing to do with anything? because it's starting to bother me. i'd also like to add that i hope they fix harry's eyes this time, or i will get angry. i couldn't tell from the trailer, as my comp sucks.

dobby looks like a potato. i hope he doesn't turn into a jar jar, but it's looking that way.

i hope they were just trying to show the new characters...

disappointed,
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You thought he was animatronic? I totally thought he was stuffed.

I agree with the adding things in -- it just annoys me, personally. And the worst thing is, they probably cut some good scenes that were in the book from the movie so they could make time and money for that train chase sequence.

*cough* PURISTS! *cough*

Some people really need to...er, chill. Movies are not canon, people.

Stress rehearsal

Oh. My. Gosh. Dress rehearsal lasted forty-five minutes overtime, and they weren't even done when I left. And RIGHT at the last number, when we slide on the floor I PUT A MOTHER FUCKING HOLE IN MY BODY TIGHT. Now this may seem stupid, but this is a Very Bad Thing, commonly referred to as a VBT. Which means tomorrow we have to go all the way to Davenport (when I was there today and saw AOTC again) and get a new one, and those things aren't cheap.

Upside of life? Erm...saw AOTC again...and I'm getting a ballet solo next year. *smiggles*

Now its time to rant. I know I'm going to sound childish and selfish, but do you know what? I don't really care. I've kept it in, kept a stiff upper lip when I really wanted to scream and cry, but enough is enough. I'm going to bitch, I'm going to moan, I might even do a little cow-having. If you don't want to hear it, if you don't want the facade of a trophy child and perfect human being that I've held up since I've known you, gently guide your mouse to the upper right hand corner of your browser and click on the X. Thank you, have a nice day.

I don't have anything to myself. Once I started volleyball in the seventh grade, my sister began thinking about how she could start playing. When I started baton twirling, not even a year later, she begs my parents to let her start. Now, I know that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery but COME ON. I can't do anything alone. I don't even have my own room to run to. I have to share a room with Gretchen. Not that I would want to run to there, the walls are the ugliest color of blue that I've ever seen.

I don't have computers to myself, my dad knows more than I do because he works with computers for a living. I don't have twirling, and dollars to donuts says that Gretchen will want to do the tap/ballet combo within a year or two. I don't have the various fandoms that I'm involved in, because somebody in my family is a fan. I don't even have all of you because I talk about you all and its like you're not my online friends, like you're a friend of the family. I don't even have writing... both of my siblings do that. I'm not going to have speech next year, or drama, and someone out there is always better at something. Why is my best never good enough?