Pottermore, to my disappointment.

I woke up at 5:50 in the morning (because that's how much of a dedicated fangirl I am) yesterday to prepare for Pottermore. Did any other Harry Potter whiz do this and is a little disappointed?
When I read Pottermore released preregistration three days after my eleventh birthday, I jumped for joy when I found out that I had finally gotten my acceptance letter. Then I realized that if I didn't get through the pre-registration, I'd have to wait until October. Does that mean that we have to follow another owl in a month? Oh, I'm sorry. FIVE MONTHS.
I'm not that disappointed. A live, online Hogwarts school is a great idea; we'll be part of the story and learn crucial information that J.K. Rowling has been hoarding for many years. That's a bonus for us hyperventilating fangirls.
Harry Potter is a great factor in my childhood, even though I still am young. My parents seemed to have readied me for my ultra-fandom; said they took me to see the first Harry Potter movie (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone) when I as two, three, or four. I came to preschool with a Harry Potter book-bag and matching lunchbox. When I was six, my godmother gave me, as a sixth birthday gift, a Harry Potter pillow that, to this day, lays beneath my head each night as I go to sleep. When I was eight (which meant I was in the third grade), I began reading the Harry Potter series by mistake; I was utterly bored and I stumbled upon the first book on a bookshelf in the basement. I finished the series when I was in fourth grade, or I was age nine.
I'm not ready to watch the last Harry Potter series film this year. I might even cry throughout the movie. Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for my childhood.

A daddy-daughter date.

It was incredibly fun. I had a daddy-daughter date with, obviously, my dad, because a special Father's Day event held by my school every year for my specific grade was unfortunately canceled. I'm glad it was, though, because it was a blast to play with my dad today! I went out with my dad today at 6:40AM to the local basketball court. We shot some hoops; he started by throwing a few jump shots and then handed the basketball to me. I threw ten hoops and then handed back the ball to him, in which he did the same as me. I did ten hoops one more time until we decided to play "H.O.R.S.E." Dad explained how to play; one person chooses where they'd like to shoot the ball and then shoot. If they make the shot, hooray for them! However (Heheh.), if they don't make the shot, they hand the ball to the other opponent and if that person makes the shot in the same spot in which the other was standing (Though, my dad is much, much taller than me, was I was permitted to change the place I shot the ball to about two feet ahead of the original spot. I love being short), the person who doesn't make the shot gains a letter in "Horse". Whoever spells "horse" out first loses. I ended up winning the game I'm beginning to think either; I'm better than my dad at basketball, or he let me win.
Next, we went for a walk in the Valley Creek Trail. Most of the time we were doing so, we were talking about Harry Potter and that new mysterious Pottermore website that everyone has been talking about that was released by the one and only J.K. Rowling. I've heard rumors that there will be an eighth book continuing the Harry Potter legend, though J.K. Rowling and her lawyer have denied it on various articles. I can't wait until "J.K. Rowling announces"! Four more days. FOUR MORE DAYS! I CAN'T WAIT MUCH LONGER! :(
Afterward, we went to Bob Evans to eat (I got strawberry crepes. Yum!) and then browsed the mall. Later, we went to Staples and McDonald's to get my mom, brother and sister some food.

Looking back at my oldest obsessions.

Looking back at my old posts, I had some sort of obsession with a show called House of Anubis. I was just re-watching a few episodes today and their acting is a little disappointing, now that I watch carefully. The plot began to become dull after a while. Honestly, I don't think I'm going to be as excited as I was before for Season 2.
Sorry for the incredibly late post, I have nothing much to post about.

I see you're procrastinating again, Zoe!

Yes, yes I am.
Don't worry, summer officially started for me yesterday, so I'll be posting very frequently.

What time is it? Summer time.

Actually, I still have three more school days until my vacation.
Over the summer, I may be going on our family and friends' annual camping trip, but since my aunt and uncle have children now, we might be staying in apartments instead. (Sounds better than you think.)
We may be going to the beach or the boardwalk again during that trip; I'm not very sure. Last year, we went to both, though the boardwalk was a catastrophe. I'll post about it some other time.
I also will have time to finally work on my band. To check out the band website, click here. This summer is going to be great!

Goodbye elementary, hello middle school...*shiver*

A new guitar, I see.

When I entered my parents' bedroom today, I saw a big package leaning against their bed. I thought it was one of my parents' things. Man, was I wrong.
My mom told me that it was a present from my godparents; an early present for my birthday. I ran down the steps to grab the scissors out of the drawer and walked back up (because running with scissors is a safety hazard! Haha). She gave me the receipt and I read the letter they had sent. Afterwards, I saw the item the receipt was for and started to jump. A new guitar! We opened the package carefully and pulled out the guitar. I squealed with happiness; it was big, new, and shiny! Those three words led me into a musical paradise.
My dad figured out how to put on the guitar strap and I tuned it. I'm currently playing it now and having lots of fun with it! I emailed my godparents about how happy I was. I can't count how many times I said "thanks" and "love". Haha.

-Zoe

I JUST FINISHED MOCKINGJAY!

Spoiler Warning: This blog post contains book spoilers of each Hunger Games book. If you haven't read the books, it is not recommended that you read this post.

I just finished reading Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins, and I have many mixed feelings; sadness, happiness, joy, woo, and angriness.

When Finnick danced in his underwear..self explanatory. My sister looked at me like I was loony. (Is it not normal for a ten-year-old girl to giggle uncontrollably and roll around the floor of her living room?)

Finnick's death was short. I wanted to scream so loud until my lungs burst into flames, but I was in my parents' room and my dad was sleeping.

When Peeta came back to District 13, my heart jumped into my throat and I was practically dancing in my car.

When Gale was arrested and mouthed "Shoot me", I buried my face in the book. Another self explanatory thing.

I absolutely adored the bond between Katniss and Haymitch; a love-hate relationship, that is. When Katniss was dazed over Prim and Haymitch teased her, my heart died a little. "Okay, not funny" made me smile.

When Katniss agreed to a final Hunger Games, I wanted to scream her out. IS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT PRIM AND RUE DIED? She's already been in two Games, one in Catching Fire too! Then I realized that it was DEDICATED to Prim. Oops.

I felt sympathy and miserableness when I had read about Prim's death. Unfortunately, earlier that day someone posted a spoiler about it, yet I didn't think it would be this affective. I felt this horrible cringe in my stomach and my eyes began to water. I personally like Rue better, yet how Katniss reacted to it made it so saddening.

When Peeta visited Katniss in Victor's Village, I wooed over the bond. I'm a personal Peeta fan over Gale, though Gale is very sweet too. When he held up the primrose and Katniss wanted to yell him out until she realized what kind of rose it was, and once she realized, I was full of woo and agony.

When I read the epilogue, I wooed at maximum. Woo woo woo woo. I sang along to the lullaby at the end (in fact, I'm listening to mockingjaynet's version of it now).

Then I closed the book.

There are much worse games to play. . .