Tomorrow.
Tomorrow night.
More specifically, tomorrow night, 7:30, Arclight Theatre in Sherman Oaks.
That's where it will happen.
That's where my life will change for the better.
That's where ALL of our lives change for the better.
That's where I will suddenly realize that life will be okay. That maybe there's a chance we'll all survive and come out winners.
That's where I hope to see that the future of humanity isn't so bleak...that there's hope. That the dark forces and evil unseen principalities binding our world in the tethers of confusion and pain and hate and persecution and oppression will finally be cleaved in two!
For,
Tomorrow night,
I go to see a hero. A Messiah.
I go to witness a boy become a man.
But...not only a man. A man Wizard.
Tomorrow night I go to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
I will gladly endure the taunts of passersby, throwing insults at my Hogwarts Cloak for I know something that they do not: that the long march into the open field of freedom begins that night;
that construction of the playground of everlasting triumph begins that night;
that the climbing clips of victory will be hammered into the cliff sides of Mount Failure and we will begin our arduous ascent to its deadly peaks where we will plant our red and gold flags of bravery!
We will not go quietly into that dark night and, tomorrow night, we will be equipped with the lanterns of peace and the kerosene of tenacity, that we might march forth into that dark night and scream out, "We are not afraid of you! You are nothing to us! Your darkness holds sway no longer and your chains are shattered by the sparks of our defiant joy! Let fall the ladders upon our battlements and withdraw your battering rams from our castle doors! Tear down your trebuchets of fear, burn your catapults of darkness
and retreat from your battle lines of evil; for we now have a hero who has instilled in us a new hope, a new joy and a new determination!
And then, in one loud, resounding and defiant voice, to the hills,
into the dells and echoing off the peaks and mountains and valleys of the world,
we all shall roar:
EXPELLIARMUS!
And we shall victorious.
Vive Le Monde et Vive Le Harry Potter!
Tomorrow night.
More specifically, tomorrow night, 7:30, Arclight Theatre in Sherman Oaks.
That's where it will happen.
That's where my life will change for the better.
That's where ALL of our lives change for the better.
That's where I will suddenly realize that life will be okay. That maybe there's a chance we'll all survive and come out winners.
That's where I hope to see that the future of humanity isn't so bleak...that there's hope. That the dark forces and evil unseen principalities binding our world in the tethers of confusion and pain and hate and persecution and oppression will finally be cleaved in two!
For,
Tomorrow night,
I go to see a hero. A Messiah.
I go to witness a boy become a man.
But...not only a man. A man Wizard.
Tomorrow night I go to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
I will gladly endure the taunts of passersby, throwing insults at my Hogwarts Cloak for I know something that they do not: that the long march into the open field of freedom begins that night;
that construction of the playground of everlasting triumph begins that night;
that the climbing clips of victory will be hammered into the cliff sides of Mount Failure and we will begin our arduous ascent to its deadly peaks where we will plant our red and gold flags of bravery!
We will not go quietly into that dark night and, tomorrow night, we will be equipped with the lanterns of peace and the kerosene of tenacity, that we might march forth into that dark night and scream out, "We are not afraid of you! You are nothing to us! Your darkness holds sway no longer and your chains are shattered by the sparks of our defiant joy! Let fall the ladders upon our battlements and withdraw your battering rams from our castle doors! Tear down your trebuchets of fear, burn your catapults of darkness
and retreat from your battle lines of evil; for we now have a hero who has instilled in us a new hope, a new joy and a new determination!
And then, in one loud, resounding and defiant voice, to the hills,
into the dells and echoing off the peaks and mountains and valleys of the world,
we all shall roar:
EXPELLIARMUS!
And we shall victorious.
Vive Le Monde et Vive Le Harry Potter!
nerdyy:
VIVA LA NERD 