• I seem to swear quite a lot both when I'm really excited and really frustrated. I suppose that just means I swear a lot. Doesn't it?
• It is a decidedly odd feeling to see some random boy driving in the opposite direction (and leaning out the car window shouting something to the effect of 'infuckinginconceivable') while you're waiting at a stop light and having the first thought that comes to mind be 'he could have come straight out of my head'.
•
Trading cards, good lord. We wants POA. We wants it now. (& I've just now realized that I will be away on opening night and with no hope of seeing it until a week later. wah. As if I wasn't chomping at the bit enough as it is.)
• And last but most certainly not least there's
THE QV which is, like, the new crack and has completely distracted me from nearly all of the five million things I was supposed to be doing today.
Blaise and Draco and violence and sex and carnivorous plants and passages like this: Blaise smiles the smile that means he wants to fuck. It feels too-similar to the smile that means he wants to grind glass into your coffee; that means he's thinking about the wand in his pocket and the curses he knows that trip from his tongue like kisses; that means he's figuring out how much your body weighs, how far he can carry it, where the nearest Floo is. that have me saying fucking brilliant out loud as I'm reading ('cause
phoenixdru and
olukemi rock my little world).
This bit of random squee doesn't even come close to doing it justice but.
Just. Go. Read. (& dru sorry I disappeared on you like that, AIM was being a fuckwit and crashed my computer)