My name's Tianna. That's pronounced Tee- Ann (the A sounds like the A in alligator)- Na (like sodium). I would tell you my real last name (grossly Italian), but it's kind of useless since everyone knows me as Tianna Weasley. I've been obsessed with Ron Weasley ever since my second grade teacher, Mrs. Cipullo, read the Harry Potter books to my class of eight-year-olds. Until this date, and I have enough high school evidence for proof, I don't believe that anyone in that class has taken to heart the ideas of love and tolerance that I gained from those books. I had already harbored a passion for reading at that age, but never before had I actually believed something so beautiful could be real, might be real somewhere.
Some might say it's childish, but it's nevertheless true. Harry Potter became my life, and the fact that that might sound like the lamest thing ever to some people has totally escaped my concern - but not notice, which is the great thing about it. I love going out in public and wearing extreme Harry Potter merchandise and showing off my passion for the series and the fandom I've gotten into because of it. I wouldn't trade it for anything, not anything. I wouldn't even give up the crazy stares I get because of it, because those looks of confusion and awe toward the entire community make us an enigma of hope, I think. That there are people out there who care enough about books still to be into them to a hardcore extreme years after the last book has been released, to organize meetings and discuss the books and movies, to plan events and base them off of things that happen in the series, and to actually write music about them that started its own genre? Insane. A miracle, if you ask me.
I've ranted about the Harry Potter/wizard rock fandom before and although in some aspects I kind of feel like repeating myself (since no one reads this anyway, LOL), but I'm going to continue. Two Saturdays ago I played my fourth wizard rock show. (www.myspace.com/ispeaktree) :) It was definitely one of the best fandom experiences I've had. By the way, Blogspot keeps telling me that "fandom" should be corrected as "random." I'd have thought that a site like this would be warmed up to the word, but I guess not. Anyway, people were really supportive at the show, which was with 3 other wizard rock bands that I've looked up to for Merlin knows how long. The gratitude I feel from their appraisal is something I couldn't have gained if I didn't venture out and make my own wizard rock band on my own. I never thought I could do it by myself, but I am. And if it takes being along to succeed right now, well, I'M GONNA DO IT.
I'm in the process of restarting a Pittsburgh chapter of the Harry Potter Alliance. Why? Because I'm sick of feeling that ever since the last chapter we had died, we're nothing. We're definitely not, and I feel like we can rekindle the fire of what we once had and be something even larger and more powerful than before. After all, it's the Order of the PHOENIX for a reason. And like Harry implied, every famous and great wizard started out as simply a student. If someone else can do it, you can do it too - even better.
I wish I felt this inspired every day. Sometimes I get ideas to write at night and then in the morning I feel like a completely different person. I just wish I would get more incentive to rush to my computer and blog when I felt all those crazy emotions that I do when I write. Oh, well. It'll miracle-ize someday. New word.
Also, I'd like to point out how much (and how long) this made me laugh earlier:
Simply wonderful.
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