The End of My Childhood = Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2

Ever since I can remember I have been a mega fan of Harry Potter. I've Never lost a Harry Potter trivia game I've read all the books more times than I care to count and I even have Harry Potter ad J.K. Rowling's birthday (July 31). Its safe to say that I have grown up on Harry Potter. Whenever I need a good book on a cold rainy day I whip out a copy of my favorite Harry Potter book ( The Half Blood Prince). I love those books like I love my family and am overall very pleased with the film adaptations. However Im  not lookng foward to Deathly Hallows Part 2 because it siginifys the end of my childhood. I'm already 18 but I dont feel that I have to grow up until the final installment of Harry Potter is complete. My first ever love was Harry Potter and it will always be my absolute favorite book series of all time. Thank you J.K, Rowling for a wonderful 10+ years

My thoughts on stupid girls

so i just watched a video of kelly pickler on "are you smarter than a fifth grader?"and she thought europe was a country and that France was a capitol. ummm how stupid can u get? this reminds me of those girls at school who i am sure are very intelligent but act dumber than a box of hair. Im not sure if they think its funny or if they think its gonna attract guys ? first off its not funny its super irratating and whenever you speak to one of them u wanna stab yourself in the eye. second guys arent attacted to stupidity its because your pretty. and if your not pretty but still pretending to be dumb u just seem desperate and easy. i like smart people a guy doesnt want to have to worry about whether or not u are going to embarrass him by asking a waiter if there are actually chicken in the sea. thats pathetic. So please girls try to have some self respect. act your age and your I.Q. level and for those of you who r stupid. do me a favor go drown yourself in bleach nobody likes u!
This is Little Lottes Angel signing off!

Van Gogh's Soliloquy: A Pallet of Blue and Grey- A short story by Little Lottes' Angel

I'm enveloped in darkness. It swirls dismally around me plunging my soul farther into the deep cold void of despair. I await the day when my God will deliver me from this place, this hell I live in. I await in vain, for God has forsaken me. I know not what great sin i have committed that made Him withdraw His presence.  I am accompanied only by the voices in my mind. The very same mind that possessed my soul and turned my body against my will. And the torment, the agony of it! the voices whisper to me, tell me of days gone by days of beauty and insanity. My journey has been arduous, the road to long and steep, what has become of me? my soul yearns for life, and yet my heart would love to beat no more. I would try to obey the yearnings of my soul if the very soul wasn't a gift from He who has forsaken me. in order to triumph over the whispers of voices that only i can hear, i must do this. I Vincent, must destroy the flesh of my bones, the heart must cease to beat the mind fail to think. Only then can I really be free. The pulse begins to races, the draw opens revealing the pistol within. As i pick it up feeling its cold calculating surface, the voices let loose a wail of fear and anger. and then another stronger voice yells above them all "NOT YET VINCENT!!" The voice is right, there is one more thing i must do. The elation I'm  my bosom relinquishes its hold and the voice bubble down to a murmur, and impatient sorrow reigns. I must not give into it I need to pass this test. Despairs' black fire spreads throughout my body scourging my veins. I douse it with thoughts of my imminent victory: death. I keep the heat at bay by building walls around it. Suffocating it with memories of past triumphs and unbearable pain. More and more memories flow and soon the flames are quenched. I take out parchment and a writing utensil. Body shaking i write my story, the story of Van Gogh. My hands fly across the paper and soon it is finished. I look back a  the drawer and without even feeling my arm do so i grab it and bury it deep with in chest. I cry out as a  loud boom reverberates throughout the room. Pain, so much inescapable pain. I fall back through the air my last thoughts are of my brother, my family my failed career and my glorious splendour filled memories of ... The voices dying breaths overshadow my thoughts. The pain subsides there are no more regrets, no more sorrow only bliss remains. Bliss and blessed release. My vision blurs and my eyes lock on to the the balcony where i witness a starry night die and a new days dawn.

Inspired by: Starry, Starry Night by Don McLean