harry potter

I'm done with the seventh HP book, and damn, does it feel good!
it is horribly embarrassing, my being so fond of HP and such, to be done so late. A good 6 or so months after its release.
but to the real business.
Um, lots of cool people die: uncool.
Um, high school sweethearts get married: unrealistic.
Um, epilogue: unsatisfactory.
my young heart only wanted to know that they would get married, not that they would all have kids and hang out together. it's weird.
I'm sure it meant well, and it was pretty flippin' sweet how all the cool wizard shit went down, but the end left me confuzled a bit.
all that and reading side by side with Macbeth threw me off too--I don't know if I would especially recommend it to anyone.


Down to some other very important business.
metro park? of was it metro station? anyway
THEY SUCK.
oh, it was horrible to wait for roguewave and listening to weird "dance songs" next to emo girls with the same haircut and hair clips shaped like things reminiscent of my childhood ie: teddy bears, frogs, and mud pies (I made that one up, but really I wouldn't put it past hot topic to maket them)

wow, first blog has kind of a bitchy/cynical outlook on life. sweet, personality in a nutshell? till next time.