The Timeless Treasure of a Classic

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.

“The memory of our torid affair has turned my winter heart to summer.”

-Love Bites

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.

“Is it not a bitter thing to be pitied and forgiven when, truly, I am in no way guilty? So it has been a hundred times and will be a hundred times more.”

-Tchaikovsky

Switching to Summer Shows

I was thoroughly saddened by the fact that all my favorite shows ended for the season. It is quite evident that teenagers are the main viewers of most of these TV shows.  Why end them when teens have summer vacation? Anyways I thought I would not have any major TV shows to watch this summer, until I discovered Switched at Birth. 

This show focuses on the lives of two adolescents upon discovery that they have been switched at birth. As a skeptic of ABC family I was expecting the themes to be melodramatic and predictable, but I was pleasantly surprised. The characters have depth to them. Bay putting on the facade of a cynic and Daphne maintains the persona of a good-girl, but there are cracks visible and raw. Oh, I forgot to mention I am in love with their names:

Bay Madeline Kennish

Daphne Paloma Vasquez

They are so exquisite, a fitting exotic-touch. Paloma means dove in Spanish and it’s one of those words that I consider mellifluous. The emotions and family turmoil are real and believable. The love interests are quite good-looking and watching these girls you expect them to have quite a few. It’s not a perfect show, but it’s definitely on the better end of dramas. The plot is a bit too predictable to be sheer coincidence, but it works well, never bordering cheesy. I’m two episodes in and I am hooked.

Amazon Box Robot

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I just wanted to draw attention to these amazingly adorable creations. The above ^ are photos of the cute but somewhat lonesome Amazon Box Robot. Wherever the idea originated, props to the creator. Somehow looking at the box robot reminds me of life’s struggles and how there’s always hope. Each and every individual faces their own challenges and often times they must conquer them alone. I really have the urge to hug that little box robot and considering how few photos draw emotions, that’s a sound accomplishment. Every box robot photo draws an “aww” on my part, your part, and any other viewer. Enjoy the slideshow. These are the best of box robot, in my opinion of course. (;

Cellar Door

Apparently cellar door is considered to be the most beautiful word of the English language. Why did this cross my mind? When naming a blog I usually pick a sweet-sounding single word. I use that one word as a base for another word because the one word itself is always taken. Cerulean is my favorite word of the entire English language. It has an ethereal and graceful sound to it, but of course it is taken on every blogging site in existence. So I am left to find a second word to add to it. I have a thing for alliteration so after racking my brains and the help of the Google search engine I came up with Cerulean Seas.

Even though my search for the perfect blog name was over, my curiosity for pretty English words did not end. Words like gossamer, dulcet, veranda, Grecian, and mellifluous are featured as pretty words, and fittingly, if I say so myself. Each of these words has a nice ringing when pronounced properly. So they can understandably claim the title of pretty. Feeling bold I searched “prettiest English word” and that’s when I came across cellar door.  It is pronounced seller dore. I can’t wrap my head around it. It sounds as insignificant as its literal meaning. So then why was it named prettiest word? Apparently it’s disregard for semantics renders it beautiful. I will never understand.

Tea Style Russian Roulette

I thought this was a cute/funny idea. My sister moved back in from college and among other things she brought backs this jar of “Russian Roulette Tea”. I think Russian Roulette is an interesting concept, but a life at stake is too severe. This is a much less risky and enjoyable variation of the game. Inside a spaghetti jar all possible flavors of tea are crammed together. When you want to drink tea, you have to select a packet at random. You have to drink it regardless of its flavor, specific selection is not allowed. The first one I picked out happened to be “White Tea Tangerine.” It sounds awful; I’m off to try it!