I’m going to Pottermore. I haven’t ignored it. I haven’t forgotten it. But for now, I have a lot of work to get done (it consumes at least 3-4 hours of each day, plus actual class time). Plus I’m busy rereading the books so they’re fresh in my memory for Deathly Hallows pt 2 (btw I read the first book when I was 12 and I’m turning 24 so yeah, details can be foggy if it’s been awhile).
So I want to wait for when I’ve got a little more mental space in my head, and for when the roof (if ever) gets fixed so I can reorganize the house and not have to think constantly about surpressing the urge to tear my eyeballs out.
All in all, I want it to be my birthday/end-of-summer/end-of-class-for-now present.
Okay so I finally got to make myself some granola with yogurt and strawberries. Finally, a breakfast that my stomach will not immediately punish me for. And it was delicious.
It’s fucking freezing ps. Well, okay, it’s only 72 degrees, small change for some of you, but it’s cold to me.
Alright, done, I got homework to finish. I’m trying to decide whether to write press releases about a rice cooker that calculates how much rice and water to use based on how many people are eating, a mirror that takes photos and can show them back to you (with a 3D option), or Tylenol releasing an all-natural medicine line. All three are pretty unrealistic, and I don’t care.
Also going to see how much Journey tickets are. I don’t care, I couldn’t see Paramore so I want to see SOMEONE play a show dammit.
today is my sunday
I ignored my alarm for two hours. I’m gonna spend quality time on the internet. I’m going to cook. I’m gonna get homework done, and work on my webpage and blog. And I’m gonna watch Mulan. All before work at 8pm.
I am sad. I couldn’t see Maire before she left. Sometimes, I hate this semi-adult life.