Harry Potter: and The Avid Reader (WARNING: Pieces of the plot and contents of the final book are dicussed in this blog)

The seventh and final chapter. The end of something that, for me personally, meant a good deal.
On a (very) delayed train from Manchester to London sat a woman, and out of nowhere popped into her head the image of a boy, and as the hours past, the image became clearer and the picture inside her head was given a backdrop, a surrounding, it was given a story. Once the train reached London, the story of this scruffy haired, bespecled young boy of around 11 had formed in her head, the entirety of the plot was laid out in her head, she knew how he began, and how he ended, she had been given something great and powerful.
Seventeen years later, Joanne Rowling has been able to regail to us, the entirety of the story that had simply seemed to pop into her head on that train.

Music of the moment.

Having had an unusually large ammount of time free to think at school, severalsongs have been swinging around my head, here’s a few of the reasons why…
Madina Lake – Now or Never: ‘I remember when you told me to live life like I’m dying’
Lost Prophets – Can’t Catch Tomorrow: ‘Yeah the head comes hot, but this has gotta stop, good shoes won’t save you this time’
Billy Talent – Where is the Line: ‘(When did they assume) putting on a costume? (Gave them a right to) ostracize, (out of the woodwork) art aficionados – answer one question…
Where is the line? where is the line? Between your fashion and your mind, Where is the line? where is the line? ‘Cause some of us aren’t blind!’
Fall Out Boy – Grenade Jumper: My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with, living like life’s going out of style’
Dan Silcox – In Jemma’s car: A ford fiesta, another fiesta over there-A ford fiesta, another fiesta over there-A ford fiesta, another fiesta over there-A ford fiesta, another fiesta over there…Another fiesta over there.

For me these lyrics top the songs off, I’d advise anyone to get the albums featuring them…except that last one, for that you have to be in Jemma’s car with another Ford Fiesta in front while listening to McFly’s ‘That Girl’.

A moment of punk rock.

As many of you are aware I have a back problem, one that has prevented me from doing PE for the rest of the year. This has been in effect for quite a while, so when a teacher takes me and some others to a classroom and tells us to writ eout a hundred times ‘PE is compulsary, I will remember my PE kit’, I complain about this and they tell me ‘You aren’t special, everyone gets the same treatment for not having their kit’ this is what happens. . .

Lines Lines1 Lines2 >>>>Lines3<<<< Lines4

Ok, this probably strikes you as pointless and childish, but it made me chuckle.

Stop Complaining

This is a message to everyone who complains to me about how bad school is, or the ‘big problems’ they face with their girlfriend(s) and why they are worse off than me, as if it’s something to be proud of.

With all the ‘problems’ you have in the world, all the little things that you think give you the right to complain about school, family, friends or ‘How bad my life is’, you need to stop acting like you are the centre of the universe, a spoilt brat who is hard done by, you have no idea how good you have it. Realise you need to grow up and stop wasting my life as well as yours by complaining about the trivial little annoyances that you allow to bring down your world.

There are people, people we know, our friends, who have genuine problems; their parents are divorcing, they self-harm, they face personal character attacks every day (and it’s not because of the way they dress, style their hair, the way they talk or the area they live in). These people either don’t complain about it to everyone, or they are open about their problems, allowing their friends to help them. These people, no matter how hard things are, get on with life, they don’t let it destroy them. These are the strongest people I know, I admire their courage and pray I can find the strength of mind that these people have and that I may be able to ignore the trivial annoyances in my life and realise through this how well off I am.
I hold these people in the highest regards.

I hope that some day soon you realise just how small your problems are and know they do not give you the right to mope around acting depressed and letting your problems affect your friends, whining because of how self-centred you are. I lend you money, I pay for your lunch, I help you because I want to be a good friend. I find it insulting that you do not even acknowledge this, know I won’t be doing it anymore for these people that throw it back in my face. I’m done with you.