Doppelgänger.

Which one is me? 

Today I was told that I looked like Jennette McCurdy, also known as Sam from the critically acclaimed television show iCarly.  Here's why this is so interesting: this is the third time I've been told this.  This is the first time, however, it was said to me by a middle-age black man.  I know what you're thinking.  Man, I didn't know that iCarly targeted this demographic!  They must be expanding their target audience.  That's what I initially thought, but it turns out he's just a father who enjoys watching Nickelodeon with his daughter.  Insert obligatory "AWW."

Also, for those of you who were wondering, the picture on the left is of me.  How can you tell?  We have different eye colors.

This is a blog.

I made some of the most astounding discoveries today.  (They say you learn something new every day - well today I learned NUMEROUS things.  Take that, proverbs!) 

For every horcrux, there is a stage of grief.

It's been one week since you looked at me...
Just kidding, that's a song. 

It's been 3 days since Harry Potter premiered slash my life ended, and I'm still recovering.  I've eaten nothing but junk food, I shower irregularly, and I think I've only stepped out of this house once.  I was wondering why I was showing behavior akin to a teenage girl being humped and dumped by her slightly older, douchebag boyfriend, and then it dawned on me: I literally just did.  (Not literally, of course.  What I just did was use a metaphor.)  I did, however, just end the longest relationship of my life, and I'm showing signs of grief.  After much research (i.e google), I discovered that there are 7 stages of grief, ONE FOR EACH HORCRUX!  I haven't gone through all the stages, but the signs are certainly there.

It ends here.

Today marked the first day of the rest of my life, a life that is no longer Harry Potter-centric.  (This is actually the second first day of the rest of my life - the first was when I got an iPhone.)  I picked up my first book when I was 8, and saw the first movie when I was 10.  Now I'm 20, and I can say without exaggeration that I have been madly in love with Harry Potter for half of my life.  Now it's over, and I feel as if I've been broken up with.  Hell, I feel worse, because at least after a break up there's the possibility of calling the person and leaving a drunken, angry voice message.  Now I don't even get that kind of closure.  Thanks, Harry.

Until the very end.

Hanna's first blog...the sequel

It's been awhile since my last blog.  I suppose I was a bit hesistant to write something after the success of my last post.  Two comments may not seem like a lot, but when the number of comments your blog receives outnumbers the total number of posts you have, then two is a huge number.  Anyway, I digress...

There was hesitation on my part to write a second blog because it's essentially a sequel.  Sequels, by definition, suck.  They're fool hardy attempts to squeeze money from people who are stupid enough to believe that just because you tack on "2" or "II" at the end of a good movie means it's going to be worth watching (see: Legally Blonde 2, Charlie's Angels 2).  Sometimes, the industry tries to be sly about it.  Instead of adding II at the end of the film's title, making it blatantly obvious that the film is a sequel, they instead opt to insert a word into the title (see: The Next Karate Kid, Dumb and Dumberer).  It almost, just ALMOST, makes it seem like an entirely new movie.  (Good try, Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.)   Occasionally, a good sequel will be released that manages to top the original film, but this is the exception not the rule!  And this normally occurs because the sequel is so bad, it's good (see Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights).

Fortunately, my sequel isn't a highly anticipated blockbuster film.  It's just a blog, and my only follower is my friend Laura Konecne.  Hi Laura.