These past couple of weeks have been fantastic. I’ve had this amazing job, spending some quality time with one of the few non-living things I love – books. I had fun every day, and learned a few things from my supervisor. I saw the last HP film, which was the epitome of bittersweetness. Mostly sweet though. I’ve been to a festival, which was one of the craziest experiences I’ve ever had. It included seeing some awesome bands, crying at a few concerts, dancing with strangers, moshing, and laughing at silly things…like seeing someone you used to consider to be pretty bland fucked up. And I mean really fucked up. Just generally living in the moment. Oh, and what might be the biggest thing – I’m getting a tattoo. Well, I’ll have to wait six months, but it’s happening. Which is bigger than getting a tattoo would normally be. Because I never do these kind of things. Things that aren’t neutral, things that can’t be taken back. I feel like I’m improving. At least I’m trying to. And trying is the first step, right?

But there’s still something missing. There’s a void, and I keep telling myself that I should be focusing on me, and let the other stuff come later, but it’s easier said than done. I thought that the summer would make me forget him. That the infatuation would fade when the “object” was taken away. I think that it had the opposite effect. Which is bad. And good. Or I don’t know. I guess I’ll just have to see when ordinary life kicks in again. Maybe this is a good thing. In any case, I’m going to focus on the here and now, and try to really enjoy my life. Because I know that I’m really lucky to have it.


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?

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