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What kind of name is Hermione?

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hermione granger

 

“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed – or worse, expelled.”

I am not Hermione Granger. I’ve never been to Hogwarts, I’m not the brightest young witch of my age, and my boyfriend’s name is not Ron.

However, I have had strangers repeatedly comment upon the similarities between me and this fictional character.  I guess there are similarities.

We both

  • Have bushy brown hair
  • Have brown eyes (although mine are hazel-ish)
  • Have rather large front teeth…sadly
  • Are know for intellect and cleverness.
  • Can be quite bossy
  • Are book-smart
  • Are afraid of failure
  • Are loyal

And I’m sure there’s more. But I’m not Hermione! Unless this means that I get to ride a train to a magical school for young witches and wizards…

This is not an uncommon occurrence. Additionally, when I used one of those online “generate a nickname” site, it gave me, you guessed it, the name Hermione. Sigh.

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10 Things I Liked This Week

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2. “Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.”

You Should Date An Illiterate Girl (There’s a little bit of language, but it made me think and appreciate the fact that I am well-read.)

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4. I am going to read this book. It looks incredible!

5. And there’s the behind the scenes for that video:

6. “When I placed my head upon my pillow, I did not sleep, nor could I be said to think. . . . I saw — with shut eyes, but acute mental vision — I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half-vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous Creator of the world. “–Mary Shelley

I am so glad to be done with Frankenstein!!! Finishing my final project for it as we speak…

7. Hunger Games moment of the week: Epic? I think so!

8.  I’m excited for “Brave” a new Pixar film about a Scottish princess named Merida. It will be the first Pixar film with a female lead. Plus it’s all about Scotland.  (more info: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1217209/)

9. They’re so hipster/poseur-ish, but I love these glasses. I bought them for my performance as Elphaba and I would wear them all the time if I could!

10.  I reread Anna and the French Kiss…again.  This makes it about the sixth time! But it has brilliant lines like:

“I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It’s so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn’t have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.”

“I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I’m not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.”

“Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it’s a bad one?”

“So what do I wish for? Something I’m not sure I want? Someone I’m not sure I need? Or someone I know I can’t have?”

“Soap?”
“School of America in Paris” he explains. “SOAP”.
Nice. My father sent me here to be cleansed.”

“I don’t want to feel this way around him. I want things to be normal. I want to be his friend, not another stupid girl holding out for something that will never happen.”

“Har. Bloody. Har.”
He smiles. “Oh, I see. Known me less than a day and teasing me about my accent. What’s next? Care to discuss the state of my hair? My height? My trousers?”
Trousers. Honestly.”

“Oof,” he says.
“Hey, there’s a bed there.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“No problem.”

“Why?” His voice is suspicious. “Are you two going out now?”
“Yeah, we set up our first date right after he asked me to marry him. Please. We’re just friends.”

“You must think I’m a complete idiot right? That I’m just some doormat who’ll wait for you on the sidelines forever? That you can keep running back to her every time things get difficult and I’ll just be okay with it?!”

“Beautiful. He called me beautiful! But wait. I don’t like Dave. Do I like Dave?”

And those are my likes for this past week.