Notes from a Potterhead

Mind one.

I'm a self diagnosed potterhead suffering from post-potter depression. It hits me at random points during the day. Like I'll be in math learning about trig and such, when all the sudden my brain whispers to me. "Dobby died." Screw you brain, you're a jerk. Or I'll be in english writing one hell of a speech and brain goes. "Sirius is deaaaaad." GO TO HELL BRAIN.
I love the Harry Potter books, movies, and really anything that relates to Harry Potter. I do however, have a list of things that I would change about the series, if I could time travel and make J.K. do my bidding.

1. Don't effing kill Dobby!!!!!

HOW CAN YOU KILL THAT FACE!!!!

2. Don't murder anyone in the Weasley family.

Or Molly will do to you, what she did to Bellatrix, and she had it coming, and you do now.

3. Everytime you kill someone, this is pretty much what I feel like.


4. You claim you killed off so many people so that this book would really be the last, well that is just rude. I don't care if you're tired of writing about potter.


5. How I felt when you threatened to kill harry. (he is mine)


6. What I will do If I ever meet Tom Felton


Alright, now I'm just on a Potter rampage, enjoy.


Maggie Smith shot the last three HP movies while undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer. She said she wouldn't allow it to beat her, and she was going to see the project through because it was one of her favorites in her career of acting.




(I really love Alan Rickman)


I picture Snape having this whole internal commentary on everything. Like here he would be all.
"Why are two girls fighting over a ginger?"
"The only thing he senses is your souls, and he wants to steal them."
"Won-won? Is that a disease? Dear god let it not spread."
"pfft. :D ten points to just ron weasley!!"















And one final note.


Mind Two:
This youtube video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=apJBLPHue60















Only gingers will get this one:
















This is one of my favorite parts.

You're an Idiot!!!

Mind One.
I get told that my I.Q. is below avergae on a daily basis, by Dairy Queen customers. They feel the need to state the obvious at me, every customer, every day. Yes, dear customer, I am aware that I do in fact work at a dairy queen, and that it is expected to have ice cream at Dairy Queen, sometimes we get a new machine and have to switch things over. This means that we will in fact, be taking out ye ole creame de ice machine, and be in fact, inserting a new one. Weird. We must be sooo stooopid. (I spelled stupid incorrectly on purpose, because that's how you wonderful people verbalize it.) On the off chance that you, dear reader, are a dairy queen employee, skip this part, if you are not, read on suckah!!!
Making blizzards is fun, mainly because you get to operate a high powered blender thing, with your foot!!! YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!! It is less fun when you have an ice cream machine that thinks it would be fun to continuously switch between ice cream roughly consistent with baby diarrhea, and cement. It is rather impossible to make a blizzard that stands being flipped over, when the ice cream is baby diarrhea-esque. It is equally impossible to decently mix the components all throughout the blizzard when the ice cream is cement like. So my boss decides that now is the time! Now is the time to upgrade! To the magic ice cream 2000!!! (In all honesty I have no idea what our machine is, its just fancy. Lots of buttons and handles, and things I'm not allowed to touch) We will rise up! And get a new machine!!! Hell. Yeah!
One problem. The delivery guys, were late. So when we, the good people of the Dairy Queen, have ripped out our old machine, and have NO ICE CREAM, they aren't here yet. That awkward moment where the Dairy Queen is out of Ice Cream. Honestly. So all day long, waiting for the delivery guy, I had to tell people, that we are a Dairy Queen, with no. freaking. ice. cream. Son of a bitch.
Let me show you a conversation. (in parentheses, is what I wanted to say)
M1: Hi welcome to dairy queen! What can I do for you?
Lady: I want a blizzard!!! (Notice how she doesn't say hello back, or good day, or even screw you. Just starts demanding shit. Bitch)
M1: I'm sorry ma'am, we are in the process of switching ice cream machines, and we are temporarily out of ice cream.
Lady: You are a Dairy Queen. (REALLYYYYYY?????????????????????? no....)
M1: Yes ma'am, I know. We realize this is odd, but we appreciate your understanding.
Lady: No. Make me a blizzard. That's what I ordered. (I heard you, and you spit in my face. Ya nasty.)
M1:...Ma'am, we have no ice cream. I cannot just sell you the topping in a cup.
Lady: You have dilly bars. Those are made of ice cream. (Seriously? I thought we made them with fat free bull shit.)
M1: Those are premade.
Lady: I'm not a moron, use the damn dilly bars, to make my blizzard. Scrape them off the stick or something. (Oh yes, because the boss would love that.)
M1: Ma'am I can't.
Lady: Well you're a freaking moron. The customer is always right, now service me. (Whoa, that sounds vaugely sexual.)
M1: I don't mean to be rude, but it is not within my power to control when we switch ice cream machines.
Lady: Go to hell. (I'm already there, I have the work shirt to prove it.)
M1: Would you like fries with that? (Damn, I'm clever.)

Mind Two:
While I sympathize with Mind One, I am laughing hysterically at this conversation.
But whoever said the customer is always right, never met the customer. And I work at a local coffee shop, so we only get customers that I know or who know me. So I don't really have any stories like this. But, I think I can pretty much sum up how Mind One was feeling. With pictures!



"The customer is always right"


What the lady was like:


And what Mind One was like:




"I want a blizzard!!"




And when she finally left,


and

Gag-Me-Sticks

Mind Two:
So, as many normal people do, I have an extremely rational fear of doctors. (M1. I hate the smell, it makes me tense and irratable. Just the smell.) And their offices. And sick people. But mostly doctors. So when I started feeling sick one night, I just went to bed instead of telling my mom so that she wouldn't take me to the doctor. I was really hoping I could just sleep it off and the next morning I would be ok and go to school like everything was normal.

That's never how it works out. So I got up the next morning and told my mom I couldn't go to school. I had a sore throat and so did my sister. My mom decided that we needed to get tested for strep. If you have never been tested for strep, which I hadn't up until this point, it sucks. It is like the worst test in the entire world, worse than math finals.

So we load up in the car and my sister throws up on the way there, which tells me that this is going to be a great day. When we get to the doctor's office, thankfully there is no line. We fill out a bunch of papers and got into the room. The nurse came in and told me that she was going to now test for strep.

She pulls out the popsicle sticks and cotton swabs and says she will test me first to show my little sister that it isn't that bad. Haha, well I showed her. I have an extremely good gag reflex, so this test is no fun for me. She tells me to stick out my tongue, so I do. She puts the popsicle stick on it and I immediately start gagging. After this she decides to test my sister first.

She finishes her, no problem of course, and then decides to try me again. Well I am also really stubborn, so there is no way I am letting her gag me again. I just can't do it. Just put me on antibiotics and move on.

Well the nurse didn't like this, so she decides to take my sisters test and run it first, then come back. While she is gone, my mom talks to me and convinces me to take the test. The nurse comes back, only it isn't my nurse. This nurse, I can't help but notice, seems to be a lot taller and stronger. Like maybe she wouldn't mind using force to stab my throat with a cotton swab. So I decided this would be a good time to take the test.



So she gets everything ready and I open my mouth and I am practically gagging just looking at this thing. But since I am pretty sure this nurse can take me, I participate. And the popsicle stick gags me again, but she doesn't give up, she just keeps on going with the cotton swab. And as soon as she stabs me in the back of the throat, I start gagging again and I am trying to fight the nurse off.

So I am flailing around like a fish out of water, trying to grab something that will get the cotton swab out of my mouth. And I finally manage to get ahold of the nurses arm. And as I am trying to push her away from my mouth, she is pushing back trying to swab the back of my throat. Which results in her stabbing me in the back of the throat. (Sidenote: Those cotton swabs are not as soft as they look.) And then I finally manage to throw her arm out of my mouth and now my throat feels like it has been stabbed repeatedly by a very dull metal object. My mom asks her if she got it, and she said yes, which is good because there is no way I am ever taking that test ever again. 

Mind one.
One time I was in for a strep test, just like mind two. However, in my lifetime, I've taken hundreds of these tests, so I didn't have a fit. The nurse did. When I forgot to mention I had been drinking koolaid and eating red vines and the swab came up blood red. The poor nurse almost shit all over her Dansko's. It was perfect.

Music revisited (kind of)

Mind one.
Okay, I'm a serious musicaholoic, but I can't just stay with one type, my ipod is the most dysfuncional confusing mess of songs you'll ever see. It bounds from Aerosmith, to Brantley Gilbert, to BVB, to Nirvana, and that's just the first four songs I shuffled to. However, we are getting ambitious and going towards YouTube. Basically what I'm trying to say here, is that I'm going to build you a giant playlist on youtube. Then Mind Two will try to do the same. So you can listen to the music that builds the two halves of the blog. After this post the links to the blog will be somewhere in the pages section and also...

RANDOM PICTURE ADVENTURE.

What I want to scream down the hallways at school.

Oh? Love the Beatles do you?

Alright. For real this time. The links to the playlists will be down here in this general area. Acutally. Not. Cause Mind two will have some shit to add. So it will be more like........... DOWN THERE SOMEWHERE

Mind Two:

I am adding all my favorite pictures!! 

 

Winning!

 

Beauty Tip: If you overpluck your eyebrow, tattoo ivy over them and no one will notice.

♥ her face

And one last picture for Mind One.

 

Bat-Stache.

(MIND ONE WANTS. MIND ONE WILL NOW GO FIND A RANDOM FRIEND THAT WILL GROW A BATSTACHE FOR HER!!!)

And now...(Drum roll)

The Minds Blogging Playlist!!

The Link to Mind Two's Playlist:

About this playlist, I realize that there are a lot of Luke Bryan songs on here and I also realize he is sexy, which is why all his songs are videos and may repeat themselves. Your welcome. 

And also, Luke Bryan, if you are somehow reading this, that is awesome. And I am willing to shake it for you anytime and anywhere. 

I'm working on this. Right now.

The link to Mind One's much better playlist.