Dumbledore's Army

I hate waking up after an unplanned nap. I take 5 minutes to realize where I am, and what I was doing last, and am always super frustrated for no apparent reason. This afternoon I woke up because it was getting too hot for comfort in my red thermal and PJ bottoms. I fell asleep because I had been reading Harry Potter all morning while lying in bed, the covers pulled up over my chest. Aren't I the coolest guy you know!?

Either I'm blinded by childhood nostalgia, or the Harry Potter series is pretty good, 'cause I'm thoroughly enjoying my rereading of the series. That said, I've had to overlook some really bad jokes, ridiculous dialogue, and some overly obvious foreshadowing. But I guess it gets better as you get to the later books.

Right now I'm in the middle of the fifth book, and to get there I had to go through chapter upon chapter of hormone-charged adolescent angst. It was honestly kind of difficult to get through. Because I felt I was experiencing all that angst. What books like Harry Potter do is provide a vague sketch of a character for the reader to project himself/herself onto. I think that's why Harry doesn't really have a personality the first couple of books. But again, it gets better in later books.

My favorite part of the books is less Harry's story, but the background story of the whole wizarding world. I love reading about magical creatures, places, and lessons at Hogwarts, and if Hogwarts, A History was a real book, I'd definitely read it. I imagine what I'd do if I was in Dumbledore's Army, the Order of the Phoenix, or even the Ministry of Magic. But as always, it's just another escape. I should be spending my time and thinking energy on much more important things, right?

It's funny because I want to be completely honest when I blog, and this is honestly all I've been thinking about recently. Besides going to an hour and a half of summer school every morning and playing video games at Aaron's house, this is all I do. I'm sure I should feel bad, but in complete honesty? I don't. I write all this to keep me aware, and out of the summer daze that threatens to suck the life out of these couple months I have off. I wonder if I'll actually do something about it.

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That last paragraph was a lie. I'm actually writing all this because I'm dreading reading the next chapter. I'm on the one where Harry goes on the Valentine's date with Cho at Hogsmeade. I have vague memories of the event being extremely awkward. Even the chapter picture's awkward, see for yourself! And besides, every scene with him and Cho have been awkward, and my insides squirm whenever I come across them.

Well. Better get it over with.