June 21, 2003 :: 2:41 a.m.
I'm all itchy in a bad way
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is sitting on my bed, calling to me. All 870 pages of it.
*squeals!*
Adam and I waited in line for an hour. The people behind us were extremely loud and obnoxious and seemed totally unaware of the fact that they were violating our minimum personal space requirements about every 4 seconds. Attention, everyone but Adam, my very close friends, and relatives: imagine a sphere surrounding me, extending about a foot and a half in every direction. This is my space bubble. Even more space would be appreciated, but the bubble is the bare minimum. Violators will be strung up by their toes and beaten like pi�atas until I see candy. Or intestines, whichever comes first.
I wore my Gryffindor scarf, which is mightily warm but much too wide. The next one (and there will definitely be a next one) will be a few inches thinner and made with nicer yarn, perhaps even something that contains actual wool. Marvel at the concept.
Anyway. Break out your reading glasses, kiddies - it's Potter time.
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