Holy hell: I finished HP7 at about 4 last night/morning....and wow. Don't worry, no spoilers.... I just wanted to gush. And lament my broken heart. It has split in twain, the two halves never to be reunited.

Love.

The End.

I am having lots and lots of trouble sleeping these days. It's beginning to wear me thin.

I really need to stop playing Freecell when I'm drunk. I'm completely ruining my average, because apparently I cannot think more than....oh...two steps into the future. I just lost like 8 games in a row. Goddammit.

I haven't really been remembering my dreams at all recently, but last night I had the longest, insane-est dreams in a really long time ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that I did really really good on my NEWTS, and the only person who did better than me was Hermione. Then Mr Binns congratulated me, and he was Dr Schmidt.

I am a pathetic human being.

"Whoever has the most stuff when they die, wins."

We are Generation Fucked.

So guess what I just finished?

( Hint: blond, demon-hunting boys. )

Last night my mind proved to me that it really has very little grasp on what constitutes humor and/or irony ( Read more... )

It is nearly wisteria and jasmine season. I am beyond delighted.

"My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect--simply a confession of failure. Faithfulness! I must ( Read more... )