My Head on the Clouds
I still have 2 weeks of no life and constant procrastination to spend… and I have no idea how I’d do that appropriately or productively. My Mom is forcing me to study basic
Spanish this semestral break. Since I have nothing to do, really, I decided to obey, and because I think it will help me someday. I managed to remember some rules when it comes to the language like:
H is always silent;
J is pronounced like h in “house”;
C is pronounced as c in “cereal” when it is before an e or i, and as c in “car” when it is not, and blah, blah. I still don’t know if I will continue doing that stuff, but
what the heck. Who knows?
Just like what most teenagers do on their spare time, I
daydream… a lot! Like, all the time – every morning when I wake up, every afternoon while doing siesta, and before going to sleep. I guess that’s the reason why I always have headache and need to take drugs to sleep. Because of these contemplations and fantasies, I actually had dreams pretty much related to them. Not exactly the same as what I wanted to, but same concept, same scene, but different people (There’s this guy who is present in almost all of my dreams; I have no idea who he is). These dreams motivated me to do something quite artistic, and yeah, productive…
I’m writing a story right now. Yes, it is based on what I’ve been dreaming. I’m just making some alterations and adding some details and dialogues and stuff to make it more interesting and consequential. This is the first time that I’m actually writing something that the others can read. I always write and won’t let others see or know about it. Anyway, it is a love story (one of the easiest theme to write about), and yes, I daydream about love and relationships. Hey, I’m just a teenager!
The story, by the way, is narrated by a girl, using the first person perspective. She talks about how she met this guy through music and how she had figured out that she could witness her every sunrise with him forever… and I’m actually giving spoilers! I still have a problem though. I don’t know what the title will be. I’m thinking of using
“Teenage Dreams,” because that’s what it is all about, and because I love the song (the one without an S) and the artist. Another thing, I am not sure if I will make it long or just a three-part story. But, again,
what the heck. And oh, yeah, I won’t be naming the girl and her guy, because I don’t want to use my name or the others’ or formulate an original one. So you can call the protagonists as
“She” and
“He.”The characters and events portrayed in the story [that will be posted in the future] are fictitious and are from pure fantasies. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental
(hell, who would have the same dream as mine, eh?) and not intended by the [aspiring] author. Excerpts or lines borrowed from novels, songs, or any source will be properly credited [no worries].
All rights reserved. No part of the story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author. – Ha! As if. Day dreams, day dreams.
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a woeful & chaotic diary since 071409
My Head on the Clouds
I still have 2 weeks of no life and constant procrastination to spend… and I have no idea how I’d do that appropriately or productively. My Mom is forcing me to study basic
Spanish this semestral break. Since I have nothing to do, really, I decided to obey, and because I think it will help me someday. I managed to remember some rules when it comes to the language like:
H is always silent;
J is pronounced like h in “house”;
C is pronounced as c in “cereal” when it is before an e or i, and as c in “car” when it is not, and blah, blah. I still don’t know if I will continue doing that stuff, but
what the heck. Who knows?
Just like what most teenagers do on their spare time, I
daydream… a lot! Like, all the time – every morning when I wake up, every afternoon while doing siesta, and before going to sleep. I guess that’s the reason why I always have headache and need to take drugs to sleep. Because of these contemplations and fantasies, I actually had dreams pretty much related to them. Not exactly the same as what I wanted to, but same concept, same scene, but different people (There’s this guy who is present in almost all of my dreams; I have no idea who he is). These dreams motivated me to do something quite artistic, and yeah, productive…
I’m writing a story right now. Yes, it is based on what I’ve been dreaming. I’m just making some alterations and adding some details and dialogues and stuff to make it more interesting and consequential. This is the first time that I’m actually writing something that the others can read. I always write and won’t let others see or know about it. Anyway, it is a love story (one of the easiest theme to write about), and yes, I daydream about love and relationships. Hey, I’m just a teenager!
The story, by the way, is narrated by a girl, using the first person perspective. She talks about how she met this guy through music and how she had figured out that she could witness her every sunrise with him forever… and I’m actually giving spoilers! I still have a problem though. I don’t know what the title will be. I’m thinking of using
“Teenage Dreams,” because that’s what it is all about, and because I love the song (the one without an S) and the artist. Another thing, I am not sure if I will make it long or just a three-part story. But, again,
what the heck. And oh, yeah, I won’t be naming the girl and her guy, because I don’t want to use my name or the others’ or formulate an original one. So you can call the protagonists as
“She” and
“He.”The characters and events portrayed in the story [that will be posted in the future] are fictitious and are from pure fantasies. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental
(hell, who would have the same dream as mine, eh?) and not intended by the [aspiring] author. Excerpts or lines borrowed from novels, songs, or any source will be properly credited [no worries].
All rights reserved. No part of the story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author. – Ha! As if. Day dreams, day dreams.
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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