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Hello everyone. Things are progressing, although some days it sure doesn't feel like it.
I am attending the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince with my friends, some who are more interested in the subject matter than others. But I am excited, despite my stupid thoughts of my first midnight premiere being something I'm more personally invested in. But with my friends, it will be fun. And hey, it's the last installation of Harry Potter before I decided to ignore it completely!
I'm bringing my British copy of HBP to the theatre for Chelsea to fondle. I bought it in Liverpool what feels like forever ago, but was really only 4 years. It will be the first time I open the book since I finished reading it in England, matter of fact. --but that's a different story.
The remainder of my summer seems to be booked. I have 4 more days of government in summer school, and then I continue walking the Canadian's dog Molly daily until they return from their own trips in early August. I'm being paid a handsome $250 for my efforts, but I'll only walk away with half. The rest goes in my bank account, never to be seen again, haha.
After that, I'm visiting my Gramma Kitty and Poppi in September! This I'm really excited about. I admire a lot of people, but there's no one I aspire to be more than my great aunt. I wish I could bring my brother with me, as I think he could really benefit from seeing them again after so long, but I don't think it will work out. Maybe next time...
In, uh, other news, it occurred to me a couple weeks ago that I completely missed my father's birthday. I have been very good about remembering since his death until now, and when I looked at the calendar, it made me feel like a horrible person. If there's one thing I learned from my psychology class, it's that guilt is irrational, and there's no reason for me to punish myself for forgetting. My life has been very busy recently and it wasn't like I did it on purpose. But it hurts regardless.
I only have one physical picture of my father now. The rest I threw away in a fit of spite when we moved here; naturally, I regret it. My mother burned pictures of him and his side of the family to a CD for me when she was cleaning out her harddrive a while ago, but I haven't gained the courage to actually look at them. One day I like to think I'll be strong enough to do so, able to think only of the good times.
That's about it. Still struggling to move back into the toku fandom, but every day more piles on and on. I thought summer would be my ideal time to catch up, but then life happened. Forgive me, toku fandom. I still love you. ;~;
VerusMaya II
I am attending the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince with my friends, some who are more interested in the subject matter than others. But I am excited, despite my stupid thoughts of my first midnight premiere being something I'm more personally invested in. But with my friends, it will be fun. And hey, it's the last installation of Harry Potter before I decided to ignore it completely!
I'm bringing my British copy of HBP to the theatre for Chelsea to fondle. I bought it in Liverpool what feels like forever ago, but was really only 4 years. It will be the first time I open the book since I finished reading it in England, matter of fact. --but that's a different story.
The remainder of my summer seems to be booked. I have 4 more days of government in summer school, and then I continue walking the Canadian's dog Molly daily until they return from their own trips in early August. I'm being paid a handsome $250 for my efforts, but I'll only walk away with half. The rest goes in my bank account, never to be seen again, haha.
After that, I'm visiting my Gramma Kitty and Poppi in September! This I'm really excited about. I admire a lot of people, but there's no one I aspire to be more than my great aunt. I wish I could bring my brother with me, as I think he could really benefit from seeing them again after so long, but I don't think it will work out. Maybe next time...
In, uh, other news, it occurred to me a couple weeks ago that I completely missed my father's birthday. I have been very good about remembering since his death until now, and when I looked at the calendar, it made me feel like a horrible person. If there's one thing I learned from my psychology class, it's that guilt is irrational, and there's no reason for me to punish myself for forgetting. My life has been very busy recently and it wasn't like I did it on purpose. But it hurts regardless.
I only have one physical picture of my father now. The rest I threw away in a fit of spite when we moved here; naturally, I regret it. My mother burned pictures of him and his side of the family to a CD for me when she was cleaning out her harddrive a while ago, but I haven't gained the courage to actually look at them. One day I like to think I'll be strong enough to do so, able to think only of the good times.
That's about it. Still struggling to move back into the toku fandom, but every day more piles on and on. I thought summer would be my ideal time to catch up, but then life happened. Forgive me, toku fandom. I still love you. ;~;
VerusMaya II