Voldemort's Dance

So, I know, I have failed at blogging once again. But I did go see Harry Potter (which I will hopefully one day tell you about more in full.) I just really wanted to share this little image with you, because I remember thinking something similar when I saw the movie.

Final Push

Things have been getting crazy in my life right now, so I might not be updating the blog as much as I thought, but basically, stuff is due, and I am doing the whole final push thing. 
I was on the phone with both of my parents Sunday night.  My Dad repeated the same things he always repeats to me, and my Mom was frustrated over my Grandma, so basically what happens every time I call them. 
With my Grandma situation, I feel bad, since I'm not there helping right now, even though mostly everyone would argue I was doing what I should be doing in being here.  But I still find myself feeling guilty for it, because my Grandma takes so much work, and my Mom ends up doing almost all of it.  I'm hoping in the next couple of weeks I get some time to help out once I go back home.  I still want to spend time with some friends, but I know I should use what time I can to be helpful. 

Souring

On the way home this afternoon from visiting my Grandma, my Mom carried on and on about her busy week and how I need to help her.  I don't know why, but I'm already bored to tears listening about her plans for this week, and it's only Tuesday.  I just wanted to listen to some dance music and think.  Maybe it was my strange dream last night, but I guess I've been irritable and less than patient with everyone today.
Maybe everyone else around me sensed my bad mood, because I've been left alone for the last few hours as I work on some writing and blogging like this.

Correspondences

So, I suspect that my posts to this blog might become a little less in the coming weeks, just because I have all sorts of people emailing me and whatnot and will be communicating to my friends elsewhere.  Don't worry, I'm probably fine. 
I really like keeping personal correspondences with my friends.  I know this seems super old school, and, well, it is, but there's something nice about it.  I actually have people that I write snail mail letters to.  My freshman year, my friend Owen wrote me a snail note and it felt so good to open it and see his handwriting.  (We used to exchange notes in high school and middle school.)  It was so familiar and good and Owen-y.  (He would giggle if he heard me saying that, "Owen-y.")  So, if you'd like to snail mail with me (which I doubt since most of you cooler kids like tech), please drop me a note.  Send it by carrier pigeon if you have to.  (I'll send you back a dead bird just for the giggles.) 
Elsewise, I'm available via email, text messaging, and good-old fashion calling.  If you want to chat or catch up or are wondering if I'm being super nice on this blog (Hint: Got to behave for my freshmen.  Some of them actually look up to me.), then you know where to find me.  If you for some reason don't have my contact infos, drop a comment or email elizamelvilleATyahooDOTcoDOTuk.  (And tell me who the hell you are people.  Can't read your mind over here.  Not that much of a superwoman.)  If I kept you around, it means I probably like you, which means I would LOVE to hear from you.  So don't be a stranger none. 
I am planning on coming to find you if you don't find me first.  You might not like what it looks like when I have to go looking for you. 

Layout on Notice

I have decided to put this blog layout on notice.
I really love the bright green color, which is appropriate, given that I'm a Spartan.
That said, this layout is problematic. Most of my YouTube videos I'm posting here don't fit. It's really irritating. It's time for a change.
So, if anyone has any good ideas in terms of some place to find decent layouts that I can use, comment away.
In the meantime, if you happen upon the blog in the next few days and wonder what the heck is going on, it's because I'm attempting to fix this thing, me and my very basic HTML skills that I taught myself in the seventh grade.

The Time of Angels

Every once and a while I have a moment where I realize that I really am meant to work in literary theory. I was watching the latest episode of Doctor Who, and I had a great idea for a paper. I'm going to have to do a little research for it (read up on Foucault and the gaze, and probably have a look at one of my best theory books Ways of Looking), but I think I can swing it. I don't think it'll be a very long essay, but I want to write it, all the same, if only because I think it's a good idea and because I've never heard anyone apply theory to Doctor Who. I'm not up on British studies, so possibly someone has, so I'll have to do some research there too. Possibly someone's come up with this before me, but I suspect not, given the episode just aired yesterday. More likely, someone did something similar with other episodes, and I can draw on that to write a more informed and interesting essay.
These moments make me happy, make me feel like I might be teetering on the edge of genius. Even Erin, who read an early draft of the paper I mentioned a couple posts ago, was impressed with one of my observations about Toni Morrison's Sula and "Recitatif." Last night, as I was working on my paper, I felt like I was really doing this, really applying theory to a work, really creating an interpretation. I love this feeling. I love other related feelings, like that feeling of yes, I understand this and yes, I've created something worthwhile. Ta-da! I'm an emerging scholar, and an enthusiastic one at that.
Also, I cannot believe I am past fifty posts already! I feel like this blog just started. Maybe I am capable of keeping this up.

Thunder Fetish

Is God reading this blog?* Yesterday, I discussed how much I love the rain, but how rain here usually fails in making melodic sounds. Tonight it rained again, and did a much better time, though it still wasn't as good as at home.
We also have thunder and lightning, which made me happy. We don't get storms up here like we do at home, but I wish we had more thunder. I also love that sound. I love to open up my window and listen, even though that's not such a good idea.
Back when I was living at home, my friend Tony knew about my thunder fetish. He thought it was awesome, so every time there was a storm, he would AIM me and say something about it. I thought of him last night during the storm. If Tony and I were still living close to one another, I would expect a text message or something of the like. Last I heard, Tony was living downtown, and sometimes I really miss him.
It stormed today during class, so we ended up trooping into the basement. I basically took the time to sit there and read Blaise Pascal's Pensees and to check out this hot boy who looked like David Tennant.

*And if so, can I just say that I would prefer to have certain problems solved than have money. Though money might be a decent alternative.