Harry Potter

I'm a total Harry Potter fan, but one thing I don't get is why Harry Potter is so popular?! I know, it's a great book. No, that can't be the reason because everyone (ok... 30,000 people or something, but that's alot) like it... 7 publishers turned down Harry Potter 1, but now look at the Harry Potter books... it's insane!!! I'd rant and rave more but I might bore you to death.

Hellooooooooooooooooooo...

Ok, I have 4 comments on Grimoire(ok...2 by me) but then when I ask for help no one responds...... Anyways, please go to my post Many Questions and answer if you know how to. Thanks.

The World Is Mocking Me....

Alright, this is proof that the world is mocking me...
Today I was going on a fieldtrip with my grade 5 class. I was on the schoolbus sitting next to my best friend in Toronto, Margot, we were passing many food shops and both Margot and I had had small breakfasts and were very hungry. We had stopped at a red light and then, around three inches away from our window, a HUGE truck pulled up with a HUGE picture of cheese, and bread, and fruit, and wine pulled up. Margot and I groaned. It left and I let out a sigh of relief, but just as it pulled away another HUGE truck with another HUGE picture of food, only this time it was Doritos, mmmmmm...Doritos. Margot and I groaned so loudly the teacher anounced to the class that we were getting to loud, but later the world paid for it's last joke by playing the Hedwig theme at the otherwise completely boring symphony. So... I think that that made up for the mocking.

The Stupid Streetcar.

My friend goes to school in the Beaches even though she lives down by Greenwood. Every day in the cold seasons she takes the TTC to and from school. Sometimes she'll miss a streetcar and be late, or one will take and extra 10 minutes to come, or many will come but not the right one. Today I walked to Queen St. with this friend, first I went into the magazine shop and "Friend" left to wait for the TTC. I took about 10 minutes. Then I went into Shoppers Drug Mart, I took about 25 minutes. When I got out I noticed a familiar pink bandana at the TTC stop. I ran over to discover it was "Friend". I said Hi then Bye and went into IGA, I took about 15 minutes. When I got out the pink bandana was still blowing in the breeze on that tangled-hair head; she was still there. I asked what was going on and she said her streetcar still hadn't come. As I walked away I couldn't help thinking that as we walked down the street to Queen we hadn't seen a streetcar pass. My mum decided to complain to the TTC people. The Stupid Streetcar!!!

The Best HP Quote Of All Time!!!!

This is the best HP quote of all time:

Ginny: You think people had better things to gossip about, 3 Dementor attacks in a week and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattoed across your chest.
Hermione and Ron: Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harry: What did you tell her?
Ginny: I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail; much more macho.
Harry: Thanks. And what did you tell her Ron's got?
Ginny: A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where.
Hermione: Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ron: Watch it. Just because I've given you my permission doesn't mean I can't withdraw it-
Ginny: Your permission. Since when did you give me permission to do anything? Anyway, you said it yourself you'd rather it was Harry than Micheal or Dean.
Ron: Yeah, I would. And just as long as you don't start snogging eachother in public-
Ginny: You filthy hypocrite! What about you and Lavender, thrashing around like a pair of eels all over the place?

Grimoire

Have you ever had that feeling where you have so much bottled up and can't let any of it out. After moving from Vancouver 3 years ago I feel as if my secrets will make my friends tease me, I still tell them most stuff but then I have those big secrets I just don't want to tell my friends, because I'm worried, embarassed or just don't trust them. Ah well, sometimes you just got to go the way life pushes ya.

P.S. "Grimoire" means Diary.

Daydreams

Daydreams. They’re such complicated things. Daydreams are a way to express your feelings, expand your mind and create an opening for new possibilities. Even though it is not the best idea to daydream while your teacher is talking, you can use daydreams to solve problems or questions. Even if the daydreams aren’t realistic, daydreams are important to everyone!

Many Questions

I am confused. I have so many questions like: how do you add pictures to your posts, how do I work this, why is this so confusing...I'm dizzy(truly but for a different reason). If someone has any ideas on how to answer my questions, TELL ME!

Easter

Easter is in 3 days and I am SOOOOOOO exited I had to let it out...: I can't wait 'till Easter!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, I shall say what is needed to say...HAPPY EASTER!!!

Wrong Time

My mum had a problem where the "posted by cameron(or in her case "Shanny") at ___" is wrong by 3 hours......and, sadly, I have the same problem. HELP NEEDED! If anyone knows how to change it to the right time then please let me know.

Weekly Challenger

Hi,
I created a thing called: Weekly Challenger. It's a creative writing challenge I send to my friends and family. My last weekly challenge was to write the last sentence/paragraph to Harry Potter 7 and(since J.K. Rowling said the last word would be "scar")it must end with scar. Here are the winning replies:

"Harry slowly put his things into his trunk; sadly awaiting when he'd see Hogwarts for the last time. He looked around him in the reflection of the carved gold mirror and, automatically, swiped his bangs away from his eyes to reveal his lightning bolt scar."

"Harry flicked his head upwards in triumph and, just for a moment, everyone could see his lightning bolt scar."

"Harry raised his head, met his own dark gaze in the mirror and watched as gradually, almost imperceptibly, the spell cast so long ago obliterated his scar."

"The baby was born with a full head of brown wildly curly hair and most remarkably, hovering just above her eyebrows and shaped like a bolt of lightning, a scar."

""Well then!” the undertaker snorted, leaning over the body, "I shall just have to leave the scar.""

"Filch scurried happily along, clutching close to his chest the jar of blood of the foe, freshly squeezed from the scar."

Lord Voldemort leaned over the two girls, sleeping so peacefully, and chanted the fourth, most terrible, most unknown, most hallowing, Unforgivable Curse: Sui Generum Scar!

"Ginny looked into Harry's eyes. She could scarcely believe it was all over. Voldemort was dead; they were safe, at last. He smiled softly at her as she leaned toward him and placed a loving kiss on his scar."

"Harry thought long and hard. Could he have done anything differently? Could he have saved Sirius or Dumbledore if he'd done something, anything, differently? And what about Ron? He'd never know, he realized, as his hand absentmindedly rubbed his forehead in the spot of his now-faded scar."

And if this one(made by my Aunt Tara) had been finished it would be one of the best as well...:

"Ron grinned from ear to ear. He looked at Hermione who was fussing with Harry's bangs. "Leave him, Hermione. He's fine!" Ron said. "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous,” admitted Hermione. "See ya out there" said Harry and he slipped through the door and down the long aisle to take his position as Ron's best man. He looked up and saw Ron & Hermione, hand in hand, making their way up the aisle toward him. (Oh, f***, this is ridiculous! I can't work scar in here as the last word ... there's just no hope! I'll have to try again ... can you tell I'm in a sucky mood?!)"

Hello

Hello my new found readers,
I would just like to introduce myself...Hello, I'm Cameron and this blog shall be where I express myself. Or, sometimes, just write things I find interesting. I know you shall find my posts interesting as well.