Eye of the Tiger

There is some stupid thing called a 'meme' and I'm not sure what it is, but I got it from Libba Bray's blog, and thought it could be fun. So here.

RULES:

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

4. Tag 15 friends

5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing. (Except only if you want to.)

6. Have Fun!

IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?

Hey There Delilah (Plain White T's)

Hmmm.

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?

I Am A Rock (Simon and Garfunkel)

I am gray and hard, with pockmarks. Yes, sounds about right.

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

With or Without You (U2)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock! (Harry and the Potters)

...well, he can't. (I'm starting to believe this is rigged.)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?

The Longest Time (Billy Joel)

WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?

SPEW (Harry and the Potters)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Jailhouse Rock (Elvis Presley)

They think I'll get thrown in jail and do a song-and-dance? Sadly, that's not hard to believe.

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own (U2)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

The Weasle (Harry and the Potters)

Need I say any more?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Mamma Mia (ABBA)

I don't have a best friend, but sure!

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

Burnin' Up (The Jonas Brothers)

No comment. (My life story is by THE JONAS BROTHERS?)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

White Horse (Taylor Swift)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

We Didn't Start the Fire (Billy Joel)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

The Sounds of Silence (Simon and Garfunkel)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?

I Have a Dream (ABBA)

Dreams? No! NOOOOOO!

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

America (Simon and Garfunkel)

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?

Love Song (Sara Bareilles)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

The Weapon (Harry and the Potters)

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?

Eye of the Tiger (Survivor)

Fear of...

I found this thing called 'The Phobia List.' I have always wanted one of these. I have wanted someone to just compile a dictionary of this, put it in book form, publish it for all the world to see. Have they? I wouldn't know.

The gorgeous, prayer-answering site has the weirdest, sometimes most redundant phobias ever.

Nudophobia- Fear of nudity

Chirophobia- Fear of hands

Cathisophobia- Fear of sitting

Euphobia- Fear of hearing good news

Bacteriophobia- Fear of bacteria

And the classics:

Phobophobia- Fear of phobias

Sesquipedalophobia- Fear of long words

I once saw a movie where a guy was afraid of EVERYTHING. How is that possible? How do you live if you're frightened of everything you meet? It must be awful.

THINGS I'M SCARED OF:

Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns

Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of going to school

Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers

Scopophobia or Scoptophobia- Fear of being seen or stared at

Phalacrophobia- Fear of becoming bald

SCARE OF THE DAY:

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia- Fear of the number 666

Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia- Fear of long words

I almost fainted. What's fear of fears that have names that are too long?

Quote for Saturday, September 26, 2009:

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

-Johann Paul Friedrich Richter

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Fear)

Muse for Today:

The Phobia List, of course! Fear, oddly enough, inspires me today. Like fear of my teachers if I don't finish my homework.

Amaranth, Up in Smoke

Amaranth.

It's a lovely sounding word. Reminds me of alabaster plaster (ooh, a rhyme) scroll work cut into the wall of some rich person's sitting room. The kind of place that is painted scarlet and can hardly be pictured outside of a store window, or a Victorian pamphlet. Apparently it can be said as 'love-lies-bleeding' and means 'deathless.' That's some flower power, if you ask me.

Smoke and fire are weird things. I'm thinking about it quite a bit, while I'm writing Vinnialia. It's coming along well, by the way. Smoke and fire....smoke is beautiful, if you ask me. It smells like being little, smelling the fire, watching the shapes of the smoke twist and swirl. Smoke is harmless. Fire is another matter entirely. I don't have arsonphobia (yes, it's a word) but fire, for me, has the power to destroy more than warm, or anything else really.

If something is deathless can it burn?

Freen!

Today is Freen's day.

This could be difficult, you see, because Freen Mackenzie England's identity is quite important to the story- so I can't tell you much about her.

Yes, I am speaking about the story that always comes with the tag 'VAL', in case you didn't realize this. I haven't a title for the story, it's usually called 'Vinnialia' if ever mentioned.

I do like her (Freen's) name (it sounds a lot like mine) but I hate her very much. She's disdainful and mocking to Rhoslyn, of all people. Rhoslyn is so imperial that Vinnialia fears her! She listens to what she says, for the love of Pete! (Speaking of which, what would happen if I ever met a person named Pete? "For Pete's sake!" "For the love of Pete!" What do the Petes of the world say? "For the love of Bob!"?)

But as for a physical description (which is prudent, seeing as Freen is horribly vain), she has kind of white-blonde hair, with striking violet eyes. She is thought (by some) to be even prettier than Rhoslyn and that one Princess Someone that I cannot remember the name of.

She is drastically important, fantastically evil, and really, really weird.

Random Quotes for Today

I don't have much to say today, but I don't want to leave you with a post about school, so I will 'skip to the end' and just do quotes and a Muse today. These quotes come from pressing 'Random Page' on the side of the Wikiquote page. You should try it sometime. But you don't have to. I am.

Muse for Today:

Calliope, Muse for EPIC Poetry. Not just any poetry- EPIC.

The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.

-Shana Alexander, The Feminine Eye (1970), p. 33

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Shana_Alexander)

If a man cannot make his point to keen boys in ten minutes, he ought to be shot!

-Robert Baden-Powell, The Scouter (November 1928)

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Robert_Baden-Powell)

Death is always and under all circumstances a tragedy, for if it is not, then it means that life itself has become one.

-Teddy Roosevelt, Letter to Cecil Spring-Rice (1900-03-12)

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Teddy_Roosevelt)

Kramer: Bookman? The library investigator's name is actually Bookman?

Librarian: It's true.

Kramer: That's amazing. That's like an ice cream man named "Cohn."

-from Seinfeld, the episode called The Library

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Seinfeld)

Jamie: Do [the actors of Harry Potter] have guards with them all the time? Or are they just walking around?

Ben: They always have a bodyguard with them.

Andrew: Yeah, like, Dan [Radcliffe] did.

Jamie: Could you have taken them all at one time?

Ben: Most likely.

Jamie: Without the nunchucks and the swords, and the AK-47s?

Ben: Easily.

Andrew: Why didn't you try? That's what I want to know.

Ben: Because I'm a big fan of not going to jail.

-from MuggleCast: Episode #99

(http://www.mugglenet.com/mugglecast/index.php?page=transcripts/99.php)

Ranting About School

Why do some people do what they do? I say, but that's general. Some people are just crazy. But:

WHY DID MY TEACHERS BECOME TEACHERS?

They probably didn't realize that they'd get trapped with a lot like us.

I mean, you'd think that after so many years of being in school, you'd rather do anything-anything-but go back there.

Our teachers are great teachers, they all know what they're talking about, they like the subjects they teach, but-

Our grade is just not cool when it comes to 'respect' and 'being quiet' and 'listening' and convoluted stuff like that.

That is all. Carry on.

Facebook + Peer Pressure = Mess

i am typing today without capitalizing anything except names. i have envied people who can do this without going completely crazy.

i keep on pressing the shift button, and feel like i should be using abbreviations like 'w/o' and 'b/c' which is weird because I don't do that.

I GIVE UP.

My friends in general are Facebook-ing, Twitter-ing, AIM-ing, Photobucket-ing, texting, be-ing so generally tech savvy that it's darling and makes me want to throw up. A blog and an e-mail account are about as tech-y as I'm getting, O Waves of Peer Pressure! So go home, using your high-falootin' GPS! I'll be here, using PAPER and PENCIL! Or at least a keyboard that's a normal size! *blows raspberry*

Of course I'm not an advocate for the good old days, I'm as bad as anyone else. I have no idea how I'd live without a computer/iPod/phone. Even TV. How would I watch Ace of Cakes?

Enough of that. Book I'm reading right this moment- The Orpheus Obsession. It's quite good, the main character, Anooshka, thinks in a different way. The way this author writes, Dakota Lane, makes grit and dust and lime green sparkles seem like fairy dust. This one made-up place, called Constellation, seems like dark magic, the stars so close, just waiting there for you to see.

Well, my round up for today is done. I have karate and homework to do, so I will leave you.

Quotes for Tuesday, September 15, 2009:

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.

-Homer

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Friendship)

Muse for Today:

I've decided that a 'Muse' for me will sometimes be a real and actual Muse, and sometimes, like today, it will just be something else. What makes me think? Today it's The Orpheus Obsession, by Dakota Lane.

P.S. Today's the fiftieth post. I guess that's a landmark?

Captain Obvious and Things Not Obvious

This is a lovely picture, and one of my many sarcastic catchphrases. I got it from the MuggleNet Wall of Shame. This was at the very bottom, when someone tried a formula for how much hate mail Emerson Spartz, founder of MuggleNet, gets.

Needless to say, it was epic fail.

Moving on.

I have this book that is quite nice, called Fact of the Matter. It has random facts, trivia, and it's really really cool.

I can't find a page to cite it. Grr. Here's the ISBN: 978-81-89906-12-2. Does that count? I hope so.

• The oldest known goldfish lived to be 41. Its name was Fred.

This is quite heartening, seeing as I have two goldfish, and one is named Fred. (The other is called George, in case you want to know.)

• Elephants only walk on their tip toes, because the back of their foot is complete fat. There aren't bones in the back to support their feet.

This means that elephants could conceievably do ballet. It's not a fantasy anymore. Ella and the Dancing Elephants: Coming to a Dance Theatre near you.

• The shortest war in history was between Zanzibar and England in 1896, when Zanzibar surrendered in 38 minutes.

Must have been dinnertime, huh? I wondered how much that 'war' cost. It's about the length of a TV program, for Pete's sake!

Quote for Sunday, September 13, 2009:

Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.

and

Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.

-Mark Twain

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Mark_Twain)

Muse for Today:

Euterpe, Muse for Music.

Colorful Sound

I am slightly sick-ish today. But worry not! My blogging fingers (attached to my hand-arm-shoulders, of course) will not let you down!

I have been thinking about voices, especially in the absence of my own. I once read a book where the main character thought about what her friends' and family's voices sounded like. Her best friend was 'crackling autumn leaves', her other friend was 'cool water pouring into a tall glass.'

This and colors. I've heard of a book, A Mango-Shaped Space, where a girl has synesthesia. I don't know all the specifics, and I've never read the book (why haven't I ever read the book?), but she hears in color. Like, her cat's name is Mango, because his purrs sound like a mango-yellow-orange color.

That had me wondering, too. She might be badgered quite a lot. I know I'd like to know what color I sound like. And let's say there are two people named Mr. Louis James Thomas. One is awful, the puppy drowning type, and one is very good, the helps orphans out type. Would both of their names be the same color? Would their personality bleed into the name?

Back to voices, I've been thinking-what color do the people I've heard sound like?

A fire engine. An alarm clock. Brownies baking (yes, THAT HAS A SOUND). Taffeta crinkling. Rain on a tin roof. Candy being opened. Chocolate being snapped into pieces. A bass guitar. Steel bending. Spring grass with a breeze blowing through it. Silk. A down comforter.

Some of those I just made up, but they look nice, don't they?

Quote for Saturday, September 12, 2009:

The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.

-William Faulkner

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Life)

Muse for Today:

Clio, Muse for History. I have a cool history project due next week-on Nellie Bly.

My GMH for the Day

Today, I was standing in the bus line, clutching my book and waiting for the awful jostle to figure out that people need air to live. And some of these people are claustrophobic in crowds.

There were two boys fighting, and when boys fight it turns into a fist-fight pretty soon, in my experience, so what happens?

One pushes the other, right into this tiny little girl.

They both fall, the boy on top of the girl, and, of course, the guy doesn't even stop to say sorry. It was a bad fall, the girl has tears streaming down her face. I say, "Are you okay?" even though anyone could see she's clearly not. She nods yes.

A group of the boys, who usually shove younger kids across the bus just to get to 'their seats' at the back come up. They make the boy apologize to her and ask her if she's okay. (They also tell him not to swear about this. Yay!)

This is what makes me hate my school. We are a lousy bunch of hypocrites, so capable of acting mean to each other, but that's just it-acting. I suppose we all could be really nice to each other- we just don't try. Or care. Or both. Most likely both.

For any other school, this would be a really small experience, but at my school, it's pretty important. Especially considering how my year behaves the rest of the time.

This was the other part that made me think. Last week, two boys put tape in my hair, and they laughed about it. (Did I mention I hate my school?) One of the boys was the boy who fell. The other made him do the apologizing.

Hmm.

Quote for Tuesday, September 8, 2009:

"We are all hypocrites. It is in our very nature to be so. So much so that even our protestation of hypocrisy is, in itself, patently hypocritical."

-Claire Worthington

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Hypocrisy)

Muse for Today:

Thalia, Muse for Comedy! Why? I don't know. Today wasn't funny.

Long and Ridiculous

As my last post involved long and ridiculous names, I realized my blog name is one of those.

It sucked generally. Now it makes sense. www.museforaday.blogspot.com.

This shall last until I change the name again.

Of course, when you read this, you will have already found the new domain name. So this post is redundant.

Ah, well. What can you do? The world can only make so much sense at one time.

Like this blog post, called Long and Ridiculous, but instead it should be called Short and Illogical.

Quote for Monday, September 7, 2009:

"I never tell anybody exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared."

-Artemis Fowl, from Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code (2003) by Eion Colfer

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Artemis_Fowl)

Muse for Today:

Terpsichore, the Muse for Dance, because how do you pronounce that? I am curious. (By now you must have realized that the Muses don't quite pertain to what I am doing at the moment. For instance, I don't like dancing very much.)

GMH

I often read this site called GivesMeHope.com. The stories are really, really nice, and it makes me feel better to read them. Like this one:

One of my classmates in high school had leukemia, and he was really depressed after his first round of chemo when he came to school with no hair. When they found out about it, all 70+ members of the varsity football team shaved their heads too. Their yearbook picture is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. GMH

I really do love this site.

http://www.givesmehope.com/

Lindsay England, Otherwise Known As Rhoslyn Roxanne Eolande- Oh Forget It

Since I've already written about Aster and Vinnialia, I guess I'd better tell you about Lindsay, the oldest book character in my tale.

Lindsay is Aster's adopted sister, but she's is his (and Vinnialia's) actual cousin. Of course V and A don't know this. At the moment I am writing, she is cavorting with the enemy, a federation of ghost-children, to kill Vinnialia while Vinnialia is eating Aster's cheese sandwich. Aster is greeting everything in his room. ("Hello, lamp! Hello, half-eaten pastry!") But this post isn't about them.

Oh, and she isn't trying to kill Vinnialia because she is eating Aster's cheese sandwich. Although I know some people *cough* B and K! *cough* who might attack someone for eating their cheese sandwich. Maybe.

'Lindsay R. England' is her disguise name. Her real name is Rhoslyn Roxanne Eolande Tania Vendil. She goes by Rhoslyn. I don't know what I was thinking when I named her that. It's a really crazily long name. I've just now realized how utterly irritating that would be.

"Your full name please."

"Okay." [deep breath] "Rhoslyn Roxanne Eolande Tania Vendil."

[pause] "What did you say? Could you...repeat that?"

[sigh] "Franklin. My name is Franklin."

Later, I am hoping I can make her nicer, because at the moment, plotting to kill your cousin, especially when your favorite cousin believes that she is the only real family he has, does not make people feel like they can trust you. It probably will make people feel as though they can lock you up in a padded cell.

Quote for Saturday, September 5, 2009:

All That You Can't Leave Behind and How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb are both really mad long titles. As I've just said them, I've just realised how ridiculous the titles are.

-Bono, CNN Interview, after the 2006 Grammys (9 February 2006)

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Bono)

Muse for Today:

Clio, Muse of History, because 'Clio' comes from the Greek root meaning 'to recount' or 'to make famous' and I am concocting a story in my head about being famous. Hark.

I Am Epic Fail

Unanswerable Question for the day: Shoot. I forgot.

I'll come back.

Cash Cab and Ace of Cakes are my two favorite shows. Maybe because they're reality TV...but not? I hate real reality TV. I have tried watching them, oh I really have, but they bore me so much! Cash Cab is nice because it takes place in a taxi cab, plus it's a quiz show, and I'm not sure about Ace of Cakes. Maybe because....because they make cake. What other reason does one need?

Now that I have introduced by talking about television, of all the limely things, I will try and find a topic to speak of.

[awkward silence]

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Oh, discussion topic! At school, my friends and I are making it a point to 'discuss' one topic a day. Today, I brought up the question- is a hallway considered a room? We found out no, it's not, and we agreed the most random state discussion (also brought up by me!) is best.

We should also agree that this discussion is not. I'm going to end it right here.

Quotes for the Second Ever Podcast Friday, September 4, 2009:

One of television’s great contributions is that it brought murder back into the home, where it belongs.

and

Seeing a murder on television can…help work off one’s antagonisms. And if you haven’t any antagonisms, the commercials will give you some.

-Alfred Hitchcock, National Observer 15 Aug. 1966

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Television)

Bonus Quote!:

All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things.

-Bobby Knight

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Writing)

Muse for Today:

None. As you may have noticed, every muse has abandoned me today. Today, however, will be Erato, Muse of Lyric Poetry, because I like the name. Ooooh. 'Erato.'

Full of Doubt

Sara Crewe. If you have a story with that name, you know it's going to be good. Or at least, I've heard A Little Princess is good, but I insist upon being so contradictory that whenever someone tells me to like something I will hate it out of habit.

I was wondering this morning why I was so much more interesting when I was little. I wondered more, I thought more, I (ahem) talked to myself less. I was a very irritating young 'un, to use Young Hermione terminology, but I was interesting. Now I can't even make decent small talk. I answer in "Yes. No. Maybe. Yeah. Uh-huh. I don't think I am."

I am stimulating, am I not? Yes. I stun even myself.

Today I:

• became a Salt Enthusiast, along with a friend of mine (noun-someone who is very excited about salt)
• discovered my friend's potential job
• held my firm belief of which countries and states are the most random ones (not IGNORED, random)
• discovered an important thing (not my friend's job, something else)
• wowed everyone in Lit
• played speedball in Gym
• and escaped alive

Then I realized that I am always going to believe that my thoughts are interesting. What's so original about my thoughts? How do I know that someone else in East Timor or England or somewhere else isn't having very similar/exactly the same thoughts as me? Maybe someone has a blog, and is typing things like I am saying! Maybe they're Pepper Enthusiasts! How do I know? I can't walk around putting whipped cream (with salt!) in everyone's shoes!

Maybe I should try saying things so outlandish that no one could posssibly have said it. Unless they thought of that too.

This is frustrating.

Quotes for Thursday, September 3, 2009:

We cannot unthink unless we are insane.

-Arthur Koestler

and

Where all men think alike, no one thinks very much.

-Walter Lippmann

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Thought)

Muse for Today:

Urania, Muse of Astronomy. I have a current obsession with the sky. Probably from the book Indigo's Star.

Mistaken! Read First

I just realized that 'frak' is a swear word! Oh no!

I will never say it again.

I am truly, truly sorry.

Note: I just deleted a part of a post where I wrote about how relieved I was that I could use the word because it sounds like a swear word though it's really not, but I just found out that it is swearing and I have misled you.

Ohdearohdear.

Secret Keeper

I am back from school, thank goodness, because I thought I would go crazy because of another second of superficiality. And a certain person in one of my classes would do well to know that I am not the teacher! If you want to know about a worksheet, I can't pull it out of my ears! Go find the teacher!!!

Oh, I've started this out on a completely unrelated note. I wanted to tell you about one of my friends, and that she told me a secret!

It's a ridiculous secret, but in school, so many things happen that make me wonder that it's nice to know something no one else knows. Or maybe (probably) someone else does know. Blast.

I get that sometimes, though. People tell me secrets, ask me for advice, like Worksheet Fellow, and sometimes, like Ol' Worksheet Guy, I can just say "GO ASK THE TEACHER, YOU IDIOT, I DON'T KNOW!" but sometimes it's much, much harder. Sometimes one friend will tell me their reservations about another friend, and I'll hear and see two different sides, and I don't know what to think anymore. I go to other people for my advice, like my mother, for example, not neccesarily my friends, but they go to other people. Who go to other people. Who get on talk shows and get their advice there. But even they get advice from someone!

Who does everyone get their advice from, tell their secrets to? Is there just an old wiseperson who knows everything about everything? Or is it all in a circle and, indirectly, the talk show hosts get their advice from me?

Quote for Wednesday, September 2, 2009:

When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.

-Erma Bombeck

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Advice)

Muse for Today:

Well. I don't know. I went to Chorus today, so Polyhymnia, Muse of Choral Poetry.

Minutes Later, I Get A Title

"Muse for a Day."

Yeah, you're thinking, whatever. But I've decided to put the name of the Muse kind of mood I'm in. I need a theme, you see.

Thanks to my old buddy, Wikipedia, here's a chart of the muses and their meanings and emblems.

Today seems like a Melpomene to me.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Muses

I Really Need A Title

Sometimes the titles of my blog posts sound like really weird chapter titles.

I have no idea what I should name this thing!

I'm just putting this out there to assure you that 'Blah Blah Blah' isn't a permanent title.

Percy Jackson Stuff

Right now I'm reading Tales of The Greek Heroes, by Roger Lancelyn Green, and he is very good. I've read Percy Jackson, too, and familar names pop up, to which I smile (or frown- depending) for names like Hesperides, Minotaur, Procrustes, Hercules, Pan...

There seems to be an excess of beautiful maidens and brave princes and adventuresome heroes in those days, like in King Arthur's days, where you step out of your front door with your coffee and thirteen different adventures land upon your head and clamor for your attention. Too bad things aren't this way now. Really. I haven't had one adventure, ever. I just went outside, too. Approximately cero landed on my head.

Two of my friends at school, a boy that I hate, and I are the only people in the entire year that have read Percy Jackson! It's a bestseller, won the- the Caudill, I think? and is a worldwide phenomenon, and there's one stupid school in the world that spoils it for everyone.

My newer friend wore her 'Camp Half-Blood' homemade shirt today, and we walked around lying to everyone.

Everyone: Camp Half-Blood...what's that?

My Friend or/and Me: It's a summer camp.

Everyone: What do you do there?

My Friend and/or Me: Oh, you know, the usual stuff...archery, rock climbing...it's really fun.

Oh, I love in-jokes! The only problem is what if they read the books?

Additionally, for a little bit of HP, it's Hogwarts's First Day of School! And my cousin's birthday!

Quote for Tuesday, September 1, 2009, My Cousin B's Birthday!:

Birthdays are just nature's way of telling us to eat more cake.

-Anonymous

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Birthday)

Happy 11th Birthday!