what i learned from harry potter:

• happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.
• no post on sundays.
• if you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
• never trust a rat.
• it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
• never combine fizzing whizbees with puking pastilles.
• humans have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.
• it is possible to be nearly headless.
• don’t trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.
• mistletoe is often infested with nargles.

the most awkward first impression i've ever given

okay, so there’s this girl who i’m friends with, marleny, and she’s always talking about how amazing her friend isabel is. isabel 2 years younger than us, and i’d always wondered who she was. so i was at the middle school play and saw this girl with a sweatshirt on and it said erhardt on it and i didn’t really think anything of it until i heard someone behind me yell “hi izzy!” so i spun around into her face and was like “you’re isabel erhardt!” and she just kinda stood there like, “uh, yeah..?”

luckily for me, she doesn’t think i’m a complete freak…just a little weird.

first love never dies, but true love can bury it alive.

we met at rehearsal for our middle school play in early february 2009. i was in eighth grade, he was one year younger than me. we started talking via whiteboard, soon exchanged phone numbers, and he asked me out after only a few weeks of (nearly constant) communication.

although my feelings for him were mutual, he was the first person to ever make any sort of move in my direction, and i declined, mostly because i was afraid of my parents. i quickly got over that fear, and in the late night/early morning hours of february 13/14, we became “officially unofficial,” which quickly turned into “in a relationship.” we held hands, we cuddled backstage, we exchanged kisses and i love yous.
being in the awkward teen-aged transition stage, having a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on was exactly what i needed, and what he provided. but he gave me so much more during those six months. he gave me confidence i never thought i would have. he gave me knowledge in areas i was completely ignorant of before i met him. he gave me a reason to wake up every morning, a reason to smile all day, and a reason to stay up all night. but most of all, he gave me friendship; something i had never truly felt before.

as the relationship progressed, our feelings continued to grow more and more passionate. poems were written, memories were made, and sparks flew. but, as i’ve learned, time turns flames to embers. after weeks of constant attempts to rekindle that fire, we both kind of realized that we had gotten too serious too fast, and it was time to let it burn out.

i still care for him, a lot more than i should, and i wish he could say the same about me. i haven’t felt anything close to what i felt for him since it ended (and believe me, i’ve tried). but i continue to remind myself that the oh-so-cliched “mr. right” is out there for me somewhere.

blogging about blogging.

"blogging: never have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few."

-(i wish i knew where that quote originally came from.)

i think good blogs are hard to come by. anyone can create a blog, but it takes someone special to be a blogger. blogging is so much more than some sort of online diary; you have to write about something that people care about. no one cares what you had for breakfast. a successful blogger is someone who writes something intelligent and relatable on a regular basis, not someone who rambles on about their life and how much it sucks. you can't just randomly sit down at your computer and type feverishly about your day. it takes a blogger to write a good blog.

i'm not one of those people. i'm not a good blogger at all. i blog--in this case--because my teacher tells me to. but honestly, a bunch of high schoolers talking about their teenaged lives...every once in a while you get something good. but in general, it's not the greatest reading material.
oh yeah, and i'd be a lot more comfortable blogging if i didn't know that all my classmates and my english teacher were going to read it. it just makes me feel weird. like i have to censor things.