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I feel that two hundred and fifty words each day for a blog is a little extensive, because I sit here like this staring at a blank screen trying to find something interesting to blog about, but I always end up just rambling like I am now. I am so glad that we only have a blog or two left, this is really getting old. I will use the rest of this blog to share with you an excerpt from my favorite book, Harry Potter.

The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House," even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied. 

The Little Hangletons all agreed that the old house was "creepy." Half a century ago, something strange and horrible had happened there, something that the older inhabitants of the village still liked to discuss when topics for gossip were scarce. The story had been picked over so many times, and had been embroidered in so many places, that nobody was quite sure what the truth was anymore. Every version of the tale, however, started in the same place: Fifty years before, at daybreak on a fine summer's morning, when theRiddle House had still been well kept and impressive, a maid had entered the drawing room to find all three Riddles dead.

This was totally one of the most interesting side stories of the book, and the introduction to this part sets up the plot so a lot of cool happens and ties a bunch of little things together.

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I am a huge Harry Potter fan, and I can’t wait until the second half of the last movie comes out. I have read all of the books through twice and loved every second of it. I want to marry Emma Watson, she’s such a babe and she models for Burberry. I think right now she goes to college at Brown University, which is why I plan to go to Graduate school there, if she still goes there. I think Harry is a badass and wish that I could be him. I would love to be a wizard, however nerdy that sounds. However I am a realist and can see that it would be impossible for me to do so, so I just watch and read the story and think about how I wish it was all real. I haven’t gone to the extent of playing Quiddich in the Oval, haha I have walked past these Quiddich games and there are kids running around with brooms in between their legs and it looks hilarious. I love that game, but they only way I would play is when the make brooms that actually fly. Believe it or not, this isn’t too far away from us with the way technology is advancing. There are already jetpacks for sale on the market, but are ridiculously expensive and huge. Soon these will become more compact and more available to the public. Once they master this flying technology, somebody they may incorporate a broomstick into one, and boom, we can play real Quiddich, without the magic balls. But still flying around would be so badass.

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A long time ago I decided to get a little go-cart and was determined to display my dominance in the sport of racing. I had a red car that went pretty fast, but I had a lot of competition. I entered a big race called the Star Cup, and it included racing on some of the most dangerous racing tracks ever known to man. I had a lot of competition behind me, including some Italian folk, a princess, a giant monkey, an evil turtle, and even a friendly dinosaur. Each lap was super intense and somewhat violent. I was hit with many turtle shells that sent my car flipping through the air, but being as determined as I was, I carried on. I slipped on some banana peels, was struck by lightning, and was put into many other life threatening situations. After racing around the rim of an active volcano, I was in first place for the Cup. For the last leg of the race, we found ourselves in space on this amazing, trippy looking track called Rainbow Road. I flew through the air, wrecked all of my opponents like a champion, I was shooting people with deadly turtle shells like it was my job, along with flattening those in front of me after I struck them with lightning. It was rough out there, but I fought through it and ended up being the first champion ever of the Star Cup. I then went home to seduce Princess Peach to celebrate my victory.

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Here I am sitting in math class, and I really wish that I could understand what my teacher is saying. He is an older Asian guy who talks with very broken English. He is a really nice guy and ridiculously smart with his math, but it is so frustrating sitting here not understanding what he is trying to say, especially because we have a final in less than a week. He says pretty funny things though, and it is somewhat entertaining to listen to his explanations. Right now we are just reviewing what is going to be on the final, and now that I am reviewing the course subjects instead of learning it for the first time, it is quite interesting, but still a mind f@#k. I can’t wait until I am done with math, because I will know so much more. I would love to be able to do multi-variable calculus with no problem, or linear algebra like it’s nothing. I have always been good at math, but learning this high level stuff makes me feel like a genius, which I enjoy very much. It feels great to get a problem right when you’ve spent the last hour trying to figure out how the hell your going to solve it. I do like math, but I hate going to class because of this guy. Are English speaking teachers too much to ask for from a super rich University that we pay so much to go to? I guess so.