You’re a wolf, boy, get out of this town.

Initiation of the winter break occurred according to tradition: HP marathon. Well, we only managed getting through two films, which is almost beginning to become a part of that tradition. Me and the closest person to a doppelgänger I know watched the third and sixth film, most of the time being spent with me doing a (poor, quite disturbing) impersonation of Snape saying inappropriate things, her laughing her ass off at said attempts, me calling everything and everyone adorable (especially a certain fit bloke  that happens to be a ginger) and finally, having deep discussions regarding some of the themes featured in the story. While fawning of the awkward charm of Ron Weasley, my mind couldn’t help but wander to another adorable ginger. I think I’m going too far, but I don’t really care. I’d rather feel too much, than not feel anything at all.

Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve, and I see three presents under the christmas tree that are for me. One of which is from American Apparel, I wonder what it is. Could it be a hoodie? I sure hope so, seeing as the salt and pepper one I own is one of my favorite possessions. As for the other two, I haven’t got a clue. It’s all very exciting *snort*. I’ve been procrastinating wrapping the presents I got for Mother and Uncle, simply because I’m not very good at it. It turns out neat and all, but I always end up using an entire roll of wrapping paper and making a big mess. I have to do it tomorrow morning though.

Random observation: This has been a completely unnecessary post. How fun.

Tune of the day, because…well, because of Lupin. Isn’t that enough?

Love & Expecto Patronum

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