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OMQ. That's honestly about all I can say. OMFQ OMQ OMQ. Guys, I don't cry, but I have been bawling my eyes out for about an hour. I started reading the 6th book today at noon and finished about 30 minutes ago. But what's ridiculous is how the book is so happy and funny for like 2/3 and then makes me want to kill myself at the end. That's how sad it is. Also, did anyone else get a strong whiff of "Spider-Man" at the end? Cause I sure did. Anyway, that's why JK Rowling is evil. What in the world is going to happen in the next book? That's all I have to say...
Ok, so this weekend. Friday would have been great due to Jess and the Lisas' amazing HP Party. Unfortunately, I ended up basically having a nervous breakdown due to several moronic doings on my part. I got lost forever trying to get there and then locked my keys in my car an hour from home for the third day in a row. I know it doesn't sound like much, but I was tired and annoyed and frustrated and I just wanted to curl up and cry. Which, oddly enough, is what I ended up doing tonight.
Yesterday was the best day of work ever, meaning that the pool was open for only 2 hours and then we just had to set up/put on this stupid party for the rich country club adults (and Mrs. LaBriola's fake breasts...). So easy. Then "Rocky Horror." I love you, Bryan Fleming. I will not elaborate, but that was pretty fun (even if I actually DID want to hear the movie...).
And today, well, I woke up late, read, went to the pool, read, laughed at the humor in the book, did a Richard Simmons video (stop laughing, I love him), read, wept like a baby, read and finally got online to write this. Kind of an emotional weekend, for me anyway. I think I need to sleep and recover my senses.
And tomorrow I get to work a full day in a dangerous heat wave. Yippee!