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I just finished reading the sixth Harry Potter book. Yeah, I know, it came out months and months ago but I didn't start reading the series until last summer and then there was college, in which they prefer you never have time to read anything for sheer pleasure ever again. So yeah. I just finished it. And that is by far one of the saddest books I have ever read. And I've read a few.
Wow. I'm super depressed now. It's crazy what amazing writing can make you feel. Gah.
Anyway. Now that I'm done with Harry Potter I no longer have an excuse not to finish my catch-up reading from Brit Lit I. Not looking forward to it but I really need to do it before I get back to school and start Brit Lit II. With any luck I'll enjoy Brit Lit II more than Brit Lit I. And I intend to actually do all my work this semester. That'll probably help.
I want spring real bad. And spring break even more.
The end. I'm going to go find something useful to do with myself.
Wow. I'm super depressed now. It's crazy what amazing writing can make you feel. Gah.
Anyway. Now that I'm done with Harry Potter I no longer have an excuse not to finish my catch-up reading from Brit Lit I. Not looking forward to it but I really need to do it before I get back to school and start Brit Lit II. With any luck I'll enjoy Brit Lit II more than Brit Lit I. And I intend to actually do all my work this semester. That'll probably help.
I want spring real bad. And spring break even more.
The end. I'm going to go find something useful to do with myself.