Lions and Chemistry and Harry Potter, Oh My!
But not so much the lions. But I think there's enough chemistry and Harry Potter shoved into the unusually-shaped, porous and occasionally edible thing they call my life to make up for the (totally unfair) lack.
Chem. is a summer class I'm taking due to the fact that I am incredibly, incredibly stupid but not in the predictable way. No, not summer school. Yeah, it's worse. It's something I voluntarily chose to do for...a reason that sounded very logical at the time but which I can't find now because sun rays and covalent bonding are melting. my. brain. It's not that I mind that much. My other option for summer would be watching Boy Meets World reruns, eating Cheetos, slowly inflating to the size of a blimp and occasionally talking to people. Somehow, that is preferable. Summer was not made for chemistry. It's too damn hot.
Harry Potter--God, what is there to say? It's fabulous. I cried my fucking eyes out at the end. In my (biased, smug, pretentious, slightly drunk, "Hey, what was I doing last night?"...oh and humble) opinion, it's the best in the whole damn series, without competition. Seriously. It was absolutely everything that Order of the Phoenix should have been--the pace and the light-heartedness (at parts) of the first three plus some seriously disturbing shit near the end. I'll do a full spoiler-y critique in a little while because that would make me feel better. Oh, yeah and the fandom reaction, which is totally priceless. :D I live on that stuff.
Oh, and I'm fifteen. Well, have been for the last three months. But it's still cool.
Chem. is a summer class I'm taking due to the fact that I am incredibly, incredibly stupid but not in the predictable way. No, not summer school. Yeah, it's worse. It's something I voluntarily chose to do for...a reason that sounded very logical at the time but which I can't find now because sun rays and covalent bonding are melting. my. brain. It's not that I mind that much. My other option for summer would be watching Boy Meets World reruns, eating Cheetos, slowly inflating to the size of a blimp and occasionally talking to people. Somehow, that is preferable. Summer was not made for chemistry. It's too damn hot.
Harry Potter--God, what is there to say? It's fabulous. I cried my fucking eyes out at the end. In my (biased, smug, pretentious, slightly drunk, "Hey, what was I doing last night?"...oh and humble) opinion, it's the best in the whole damn series, without competition. Seriously. It was absolutely everything that Order of the Phoenix should have been--the pace and the light-heartedness (at parts) of the first three plus some seriously disturbing shit near the end. I'll do a full spoiler-y critique in a little while because that would make me feel better. Oh, yeah and the fandom reaction, which is totally priceless. :D I live on that stuff.
Oh, and I'm fifteen. Well, have been for the last three months. But it's still cool.