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If I play the girl, will you play the guy?

Really. Please let me know. 

Harry Potter Challenge?

So...I found this.
Actually...James and his Tumblr did, but I'm using it. Because...hey, I love HP. :)
And it uses letters. AMEN!

So...I suppose I'll write my first letter at the end of this and start with number two...later.

LOVE.

Day 1: A letter to Harry Potter
Day 2: A letter to Ron Weasley
Day 3: A letter to Hermione Granger
Day 4: A letter to Draco Malfoy
Day 5: A letter to Neville Longbottom
Day 6: A letter to Ginny Weasley
Day 7: A letter to Luna Lovegood
Day 8: A letter to the Weasley Twins
Day 9: A letter to Cedric Diggory
Day 10: A letter to the character of your choice
Day 11: A letter to Albus Dumbledore
Day 12: A letter to Minerva McGonagall
Day 13: A letter to Rubeus Hagrid
Day 14: A letter to Remus Lupin
Day 15: A letter to Severus Snape
Day 16: A letter to Alastor Moody
Day 17: A letter to Argus Filch
Day 18: A letter to Sybill Trelawney
Day 19: A letter to Lord Voldemort
Day 20: A Letter to J.K. Rowling


Dear Mr. Harry Potter, 
First off, why are you so fabulous? 
I don't want to go all Rita Skeeter on you, but seriously. 
You're letter will probably be the shortest one. Just because I don't have a lot of complaints. 
You're an easily likable person, and we all love you. 
Buttt I really wish your eyes were intense green. Because then you'd look like my dream man.
Which is really cool. 
Anywho. I have a lot of love for you. 
Who doesn't love the hero?
Cheers, 
JB

Collection of Letters. Set II

Dear Nicole.
I'm writing this blog. For you. :)
And how you're sure that someone that is hotter than Mr. Claypool is going to come out of the woodwork.
Right?
Hahaha, I love you.
Seriously. Tonight was great, and you are too!
<3

Now for the letters without actual names.

Dear You.
I am very aware of your status.
Thanks for the random alerts of it.
Thanks for not acting taken.
Thanks...for holding my hand.
Thanks for making love songs a little sweeter.
Thanks for making me look forward to math.
Thanks for beating out this other guy.
Thanks for always being my friend.
Thanks for being the big brother when I need him.
Thanks for always being there, with a coat or a hug.
Thanks for fitting in my life.
Thanks for the drama, because my life was so uneventful.
Really, thanks.

Hey.
Okay.
Once upon a time.
You don't actually know me.
I mean we've been in things together...
...But really. You don't know me.
But I suppose that you're hot.
And really, I'm not distracted, but everyone else is.
Can you roll in mud, or wear a plastic bag to school please?
I'm more for the taking things in, not drooling because of how delicious you look.

Darling.
I like friends.
And speed dating.
And how you saved me.
And you you're wonderful.
NEVER change.
You're quite fabulous.

So you think you are a fairy tale?

Once upon a time there were these two princesses.
And they enjoyed....picking apples.
Like, not the nasty ones, the juiciest, brightest, yummiest looking ones.
And then they'd share them.
With the whole world.
They didn't really have to share, for they were princesses.
BUT! They really liked sharing.
This one princess, we'll call her....Princess Abby.
Well, Abby really liked this prince. We'll call him...Wes.
Abby and Wes really got along.
You see, Wes really liked to bake.
His favorite thing to bake?
You guessed it. Apple pies.
So, he'd be like: "My princess! Please bring me a basket of apples!"
Then Abby would say: "Alright, my love. I shall do this deed."
While picking apples, Abby had a run in with the apple picker man, Ferdinand.
Ferdinand was awkward, but handsome.
Suddenly. Abby was stuck. This was something she'd never had to deal with.
So she forgot about Ferdinand. It was easier, and faster.
One day, while Abby was outside, watching for the mail, another woman crawled into the back window to say hello to Wes.
Let's call her....Nadia.
Nadia had been desperately trying to get into Wes' flamboyant trousers. I think. And Wes, being a silly man, decided to roll with it.
Abby was crushed. It took her many moons to become slightly alright with it.
She stopped picking apples. It wasn't fun.
One day her sister (named Cici) said: "Sister! There is a ball tonight. We're going. You don't have a choice."
Abby got all beautiful and became excited for the ball. There was a rumor that a new man was in town.
Abby was on duty. She was supposed to meet this new man, when she walked into a body.
"Oh sorry."
"Ughhh"
"Are you alright?"
"Are you...Abby"
Abby was shocked. He new her name? She replied with a yes.
He bowed low, and she could see the unusual color of hair.
"F-ferdinand?"
"Yes it is I! Love me!"
And Abby did. A moon went by with no issues.
She could swear she was falling in love with him.
Now, you're expecting me to bring Wes back into the story. But I'm not.
It's up to you how this love story ends. Abby can stick with Ferdinand.
Or, in some magical way, Wes can steal back her heart.
But it's just life.
Sometimes, sitting and waiting could be the best choice.
Or, you could just write a cheapy fairy tale.
Anything go's.
Really.
Love is battlefield.
You can't be afraid of being bruised.

Collection of letters.

Dear You.
We have a problem.
A pretty big problem.
We've gotten pretty close.
And it's going to hurt me in the end.
Because unfortunately, we click.
Despite the fact that our zodiacs say that we're only good in bed, not in real relationships.
This would be fine if it wasn't for your right hand woman.
This woman who doesn't see you most of the time.
I do.
Right now, I'm texting you.
Yes, you're really one of my closest friends.
You moved up.
Congrats.
Just...one day. Give me a shot.
I promise I'll be worth your time.

Dear Sir.
WHO ARE YOU?
I don't want this 'I'm super cool' answer.
I mean, who are you inside.
Who the hell are you playing to be?
And if this is the real you, who were you last year when we became close?
Because either way, one of us messed up.
I'm hoping its you.
I'm careful on who I trust things with and I can't be wrong with this.
I'm planning on burning the bridge and leaving you on the other side.
You've played me.
You've hurt me.
You've pressured me.
And I keep returning like some sick lap dog.
I need the attention, and you give it.
But now that even that has gone away, I can't be hurt by you over and over again.
The ball is yours. I'm done. I give up.
You either keep playing this game, or call it quits and let me back on the team.
As of now, you're playing alone.

Hey Baby.
I love you.
I love our hand motions.
I love how we burst into song.
I've never really needed someone like you, until I met you.
That need, that want was just buried so far underneath and then because you're so wonderful
YOU PULLED IT OUT! (That is was she said. In slight relief?)
Really. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Who else would sing Peacock with me? Not many others in Spoland.
It breaks my heart to watch you pulled in so many directions right now.
Just remember that santa has three ho's.
<3

Dear Koi.
You don't know me yet.
Or you might, you just don't have anything deep for me yet.
I miss you.
I'm in longing for you.
Because sometimes, a girl really just needs a confronting voice and a hug.
That tingle inside me says that you love me.
And I love you.
I just need to do a little soul searching to find you.
Continue looking for me.
I'll be there.
Beautiful to you.
Ready to be the princess.
With all my love.

Dear Man In The Sky,
I don't pray.
You know this.
I just...I don't like feeling like I'm talking to myself.
But I'm going to write this quick letter to you.
Here it goes:
Hey. I need you. I need peace.
I fake it real well.
Get rid of this measly dramas.
Let me back to where I find myself the most tense and the most relaxed.
Let me be a stronger person when looking at these moments in hindsight.
Just lend me that one straight line to follow with the least amount of bumps that you can hand out.
I'd like that.
Thanks for listening. I know you're probably pretty bogged down.
The Girl In This World.

This is just a rant.

Warning. This is going to be angry and bitter.
Because..It's getting clearer and clearer to me how stupid people are.
I don't care if you're the girl climbing over seats in the theatre, or the freaking pastor who wants to burn Korans.
Humans are hypocrites.
Humans are stupid.
And for all I care, until this stupidness starts to lose the press and highlights. We're going to lose the elasticity to snap back into shape.

So. I'm going to write a quick, not very pleasant letter.

Dear Rev. Terry Jones,

You sir are sick. Tell me, doesn't the bible say to treat everyone fairly? Love thy neighbor?
You don't understand that. In fact, you set up a day. And a time. You make it seem like a party. But it's not. America already has a rap thanks, and we really don't need you and this 'brilliant' plan of yours to give the Iraqis any more reason to dislike us.

You haven't do the damn permission of the fire department to burn the books. You'll be breaking the law. You'll be jeopardizing the efforts of the US Army. We've been stuck in this war for the last nine years. Don't be the tide to keep it going. If you want a war, go play some game on the Wii, or XBox. I'm sure they have war games.

Really, I'm not someone who is going to send a death threat to you. Live, believe, preach. Just...be smart.

Jones said he and members of his church are taking seriously several death threats directed at them, but if something happened, it would not be their fault. 

"We will not be responsible," Jones said. "We are only reacting to the violence that is already there in that religion." (Taken from FOXnews.com)

Leave the violence there. You're playing a stupid game, that will get more people killed, and more people hurt. But, it's your head that'll be on the market. That target on your back. 

I don't feel sorry for you. 

Heyy Baby!

Pickup Lines. 

After 28 text messages on a friends phone. 

Multiple more on her facebook wall.

A wonderful story online about pickup lines. 

I was planted with this creepy need to find more. 

And they're officially wonderful.

And while, if they were said to me, I would grab my purse and end up in his arms...

I would so laugh, and if he wasn't a total creep, give him a chance. 

These are your for sure, top five, winners: 

5. Can I buy you a drink, or do you just want the money? 

Despite the fact that it's implying that he'll take you dignified or like a stripper, this one made me laugh. Because....at first, honestly, I didn't get it. I was just going to take the money and run. 

4. You be the tree, and I'll wrap around you like a koala. 

Dear Sir who first said this. AHAHAHA. Good, you know how to use metaphors and smilies. I'm proud of you. 

3. What did you have for breakfast?

I had a quite yummy egg and toasted cheese sandwich, actually. But how that question is supposed to win me over? I have no idea. 

2. Like alcohol to the alcoholic,

Like chocolate to the chocoholic,
You are the [name] to the [name]holic.

Please. Will someone say this to me? Pleasepleaseplease. 

1. Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I need to walk by again?

Just keep walking. I dare you.

Hahaha. So basically, I want to make a video with tons of crap pick up lines on there. Because.... some of them are wayyy too monumental.