Hiii
So, wow, long time no update.
Well, we (we being Pidge and mum and I) went to see Prisoner of Azkaban on the IMAX last night, and wow holy crap the dementors just-this-close-to made me pee myself. Jeez, like they weren't bad enough on the big screen, now they're to the right, to the left, and HOLY SHIZ RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AAH! And the hyppogriff scene? On IMAX? Whoah cool. So, although there were some things I definitely DIDN'T want to see 40-bajillion stories high (like, say, Aunt Marge's inflation or Stan Shunpike's acne - no matter how much I adore Lee Ingleby) the experience was overall WAY COOL. (I'm also now on the prowl for some sub!Draco, because the way he simpers kept giving me ideas)
And I drove home in the snow. Yay.
Lately we've been discussing existentialism in AP English, and I think you all (most, some... well, the demented ones among you) know what that means... LATE CHRISTMAS EVE FIC! Sometime. When I have time. Which I don't right now, because I have Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (wow really good play and I adore reading the part of Guildenstern), The Picture of Dorian Grey (can you say "excuse to watch Wilde"?), and The First Salute (whee my USH term paper is about the Royal Navy) to read, along with rereading Sense and Sensibility for Jane Austen class (go Janeites!) and remembering to either italicize or underline the titles of books and plays.
But there's always econ class.
Oh, and as a last note:
Bertrice Small is not that good of a writer. Hm.
Well, we (we being Pidge and mum and I) went to see Prisoner of Azkaban on the IMAX last night, and wow holy crap the dementors just-this-close-to made me pee myself. Jeez, like they weren't bad enough on the big screen, now they're to the right, to the left, and HOLY SHIZ RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AAH! And the hyppogriff scene? On IMAX? Whoah cool. So, although there were some things I definitely DIDN'T want to see 40-bajillion stories high (like, say, Aunt Marge's inflation or Stan Shunpike's acne - no matter how much I adore Lee Ingleby) the experience was overall WAY COOL. (I'm also now on the prowl for some sub!Draco, because the way he simpers kept giving me ideas)
And I drove home in the snow. Yay.
Lately we've been discussing existentialism in AP English, and I think you all (most, some... well, the demented ones among you) know what that means... LATE CHRISTMAS EVE FIC! Sometime. When I have time. Which I don't right now, because I have Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (wow really good play and I adore reading the part of Guildenstern), The Picture of Dorian Grey (can you say "excuse to watch Wilde"?), and The First Salute (whee my USH term paper is about the Royal Navy) to read, along with rereading Sense and Sensibility for Jane Austen class (go Janeites!) and remembering to either italicize or underline the titles of books and plays.
But there's always econ class.
Oh, and as a last note:
Bertrice Small is not that good of a writer. Hm.