Oh! I went to this cute little Harry Potter book club meeting thing with my family and a friend last night, because they were doing cute little kid crafts and whatnot and my sister was into it. :3

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So I’m working on a spanish project: parodying the Harry Potter series as a cute picture/pop up book, with animal characters and whatnot.

And this girl I am working with (whom I’ve ranted about in the past and I sort of still hold a grudge against) just sent me our last chapter, based on Prisoner of Azkaban…

Throughout the entire message, Sirius remained “Serius” Black.

I kind of sort of died a little inside.

So today I had this test in Pre Calc. (which I totally forgot about, to the point where I just laughed like ‘you’re funny’ when he was handing them out) and I made it through the first side of the test alright, then got to the second and just stared at it, “What is this?” Honest. So I mean, I tried to answer ‘em, but it just wasn’t coming. The type of question where you need to have formulas memorized and all.

So that wasn’t working out. But, you know, I couldn’t leave the page looking so empty. So I drew a cute little Harry Potter, and wrote something along the lines of Sorry. If Harry Potter and his magic can’t solve this, I can’t either. I’m still waiting for my letter.

Determined later on that he’s probably not the kind of teacher that would get it and laugh about it. But I mean, it makes me laugh. Moreso since I found out I wasn’t the only one to draw things on the page and all. Haha

And anyway, I had almost an hour left in class to use to draw that… and clearly no life. I regret nothing.
 

I don’t remember much about it, except that I was trying to go on some orchestra trip to somewhere, I thought it was Disney at first but later found out it was some other state. Anyway, for this it was necessary to carry a wand, which you had to take from whoever’s room it was. So I apparently stole a wand from Brenna, and then not even two seconds later Lisby (school’s principal) comes in all “AVADA KEDAVRA” and I’m cool enough to be the Potter of this dream so I just go “SHHHHZZHHHTTT” making the sound effects for the spells colliding and whatnot and apparently that worked and his curse failed.

…

I don’t know what to make of this. But that’s all I remember. I think something woke me after that.

There are too many posts today about my mother but this is too great to be ignored/forgotten.

 My mom, she calls me from her room, asks if I’m sleeping
 ”no.”
 ”me either. Tell me a story.”
 …

“fine.
Once upon a time, there was a boy.Who lived in a cupboard. Under some stairs.
 And he had a mean uncle
 and a mean aunt
 and his parents werent around
 because of the dark lord.”

 so she stops me there
 says “That’s going to help me sleep.
 NOW I CAN’T GET ANYTHING OUT OF MY HEAD EXCEPT A DARK LORD.”

 a;skldjfa;skldjfa;skldjfasd
 oh gosh.
 I died laughing. So I hung up ‘cause I couldn’t breathe.