voldemort is back, and that is wack, so check your facts
today is a good day.
well, it started off sucking (studying for last year's finals because i couldn't sleep? what is that insanity? i moved on to Much Ado About Nothing pretty quickly, but still), but it definitely improved from there.
AND OH GOD I JUST SAW THAT MY LOVE, SIR TERRY PRATCHETT, IS PLANNING ON BEING 'HELPED ACROSS THE STEP' TO DEATH, AND I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW, GOODNESS ME.
SO I SHALL FOCUS ON SOCKS.
AND STUFF.
UNTIL I AM ~EMOTIONALLY READY~ TO DEAL WITH THE IDEA OF A WORLD WITHOUT HIM. (will he ever know that he's my ~hero? he's everything i wish i could be ...)
ahem.
~good times~:
- drove to target and the supermarket, making my mother UNINTENTIONALLY CARSICK along the way
- BOUGHT SOCKS. and not just any socks. they are knee-high socks that are beautiful and lovely and i want to wear them everywhere ever. but i can't, as i only have four pairs (they're freaking expensive). one pair is blue argyle, one pair is grey, and one pair is blue. AND OH MY HECK, THE LAST PAIR. IT IS MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY EVERYTHING: ~ultra-soft comfort green and brown argyle~. i'm in love, guys.
- AND THEN, i got lovely new friends (hi, lovely new friends! welcome to my sock-filled life)
- people are being super nice and excited about the jeopardy thing that i set up. i'm not sure what else i expected - ravenclaws are ridiculously friendly and awesome - but it's nice just the same. ♥
- i watched Confessions of a Shopaholic with my mum, which was a silly, if completely adorable, film. plus, hugh dancy is attractive.
and now the good times are over, because i'm actually reading the article (damn you, neil gaiman!), and it's unbelievably depressing. i mean, it makes sense - he won't be himself at the end - but it's still sad.
well, it started off sucking (studying for last year's finals because i couldn't sleep? what is that insanity? i moved on to Much Ado About Nothing pretty quickly, but still), but it definitely improved from there.
AND OH GOD I JUST SAW THAT MY LOVE, SIR TERRY PRATCHETT, IS PLANNING ON BEING 'HELPED ACROSS THE STEP' TO DEATH, AND I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW, GOODNESS ME.
SO I SHALL FOCUS ON SOCKS.
AND STUFF.
UNTIL I AM ~EMOTIONALLY READY~ TO DEAL WITH THE IDEA OF A WORLD WITHOUT HIM. (will he ever know that he's my ~hero? he's everything i wish i could be ...)
ahem.
~good times~:
- drove to target and the supermarket, making my mother UNINTENTIONALLY CARSICK along the way
- BOUGHT SOCKS. and not just any socks. they are knee-high socks that are beautiful and lovely and i want to wear them everywhere ever. but i can't, as i only have four pairs (they're freaking expensive). one pair is blue argyle, one pair is grey, and one pair is blue. AND OH MY HECK, THE LAST PAIR. IT IS MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY EVERYTHING: ~ultra-soft comfort green and brown argyle~. i'm in love, guys.
- AND THEN, i got lovely new friends (hi, lovely new friends! welcome to my sock-filled life)
- people are being super nice and excited about the jeopardy thing that i set up. i'm not sure what else i expected - ravenclaws are ridiculously friendly and awesome - but it's nice just the same. ♥
- i watched Confessions of a Shopaholic with my mum, which was a silly, if completely adorable, film. plus, hugh dancy is attractive.
and now the good times are over, because i'm actually reading the article (damn you, neil gaiman!), and it's unbelievably depressing. i mean, it makes sense - he won't be himself at the end - but it's still sad.