This is going to be a giant, probably rambling post about the last couple days and how they were hilarious and awesome and Harry Potter and yeah.
A story of dedication, heat, quasi-celebrities, magic, and exhaustion.
Wednesday night I got off work and went to my best friend’s house. I have a bed on the floor of his bedroom. Like mattress and everything. His…definitely not girlfriend but friendgirl-with sex sometimes-and dates was there. Her name is Emily. Chris gave me a beer that tasted like cherry nyquil so as revenge I ate all the cherries from his Cherry Garcia ice cream. We got Emily to watch the pilot of Glee then we all realized it was almost two in the morning and we were supposed to be heading out at six. Charles still hadn’t showed up so I texted him to let him know he was fired. He showed up about forty-five minutes later scaring us all out of sleep.
I just saw the trailer. I literally BURST into tears when they showed the forest scene. I don’t think I’ll make it through that part of the movie alive.
Bought my Deathly Hallows pt. 2 tickets.
He said “I’m very happy with the way it ended.” I gave him a hug, and told him we’d watch AVPM this weekend. I haven’t let him watch the trailer yet so he’s bugging me about that right now.
Also, he totally cried when Lupin died.
He seriously just waxed poetic about him for like two minutes. Basically every time this happens I just avoid eye contact and nod. HE’S GOING TO BE SO SAD GUYS. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO COMFORT SAD PEOPLE.
He’s on Shell Cottage now. I expect him to finish by Sunday, I will update on his creyz.