It is the end. No longer can I look forward to a new chapter of the Harry Potter dynasty. The beauty in simplicity is the key to this book. Harry Potter may have just been a story that was true to the heart, but nonetheless a fantasy that had no real value in life. To me that was not that case. I’m young, yes, but the ONE thing that stayed the same throughout the years was Harry Potter. As I grew, as I changed, this story developed right along with me. I come from a family of travelers and I’m bad with coping, but what I had as my respite from this itinerant lifestyle was this series. Harry Potter was my rock. The people around me changed, the schools, the climate, but the one aspect that proved consistent was Harry. Today I pull these books out when I’m distressed, when I have nothing else to read, when I’m bored. I LOVE HARRY POTTER. IT WILL NEVER DIE AS LONG AS I AM ALIVE.
Inspiration hit over the weekend and I had a bout of creativity. I turned my unattractive purse into a striking convertible shoulder bag/clutch. Lately I’ve been seeing tiny pouches with long straps everywhere. I absolutely adore these petite shoulder bags, daintily draping over the shoulder.
My younger sister owns one with a delicate golden chain-link, but other than that it was clearly preferred for its brand name, Juicy Couture. My older sister is in possession of one in a reflecting black shade embellished with a silver jeweled brooch. Mostly I am accustomed to seeing these shoulder bags simply did up in leather with tan and earthy tones. They flatter taller and curvier figures best, bringing out length, adding height to a natural width.
After a few adjustments from a hammer, cutting metal with scissors, and a throbbing bruised elbow my designing was complete. My very own creation doubles as a shoulder bag and clutch. The long strap is made of a sturdy black rope material. My favorite part of the ensemble is the pouch/purse. The body resembles a curved trapezoid. Each side has an exclusive pattern giving definition to the black silk. The main sides include themes of emerald peacock feathers, fiery red dragon scales, and calming blue mist. The silver clasp makes it remarkably easy to pop open and closed and shines edgily against the silk. The shoulder bag can be taken from an everyday, casual atmosphere to a clutch with an elegant evening gown. The sheer versatility and personality that this accessory conveys makes me proud to be its creator.
Sometimes attractions are inexplicable. I cannot pinpoint exactly why I find this song so infectiously cheerful. Something within the disco beats and smooth voice puts a smile on my face. My recommendation: test out Trevor’s dance moves.
My love life is pathetic. I have my romances, but there are no substantial relationships to date. The relationships I form mainly consists of stalkers, people who end up hurting me, or people who I end up scaring off. I want to change that.
I was going through my email and deleting my old messages when I came across the starred category. There was only one email between me and a guy, a special guy. Throughout the year we had gotten to know each other and when he moved to Korea our communication did not end. We had emailed each other back and forth twelve times, but I was the one to cut it off. Those emails gave me strength where I was otherwise lacking it, really. I confided in this guy and he reciprocated. Each email might have been a page or two measured in Microsoft word. The contents of each documenting our lives. It was a simple, but heartfelt form of communication. Unfortunately it was also a long-distance relationship and for me that just didn’t work. Every time I emailed him all I could think of was how I would never see him again. I ended it for my own selfish reasons, but at least now I have one nice relationship to date.
School’s out for the summer. And what am I doing? I’m stuck at home, sick. My head is pounding, throat parched, and nose congested. I rarely get sick, but this time it was my fault. I’d spent the day crying. I’m a sensitive person, perhaps too emotional. It all started when I was hanging out with my friend and with her help I realized something. I run, I run away from confrontations. If I do not like something, I’ll walk away. If it came down to a fight or flight situation, I would be the first one on my feet. Anyways that scene culminated in an overdue emotional breakdown and now I’m dealing with the consequences.It’s been so long since I’ve gotten sick I have forgotten what it feels like. In other news our city had it’s second murder in the last 10 years. A women was shot to death near my high school. We live in the supposed safest city in the U.S. That probably was a dead-giveaway as to where I live. If only you could have seen how many officers were on the scene, it was incredible. The cops in our city are bored. Once when someone stole meat from Albertsons, the whole poultry section was closed off with police tape. There were forensic scientists fingerprinting the area. One would think a murder had been committed.