Yes, dear reader, it's august and I still find myself
Sigh.
Someone take me back to any time before july fifteenth?
That would be nice.
Harry Potter is over.
Cry, moan, gag, retch.
That's not me being sarcastic, that's literally what I feel like.
I mean, how am I still saddened by this? Should I not have some sort of emotional HP shield up by now? Evidently not, because I just watched some footage of the last day of HPDHPT2 shooting, and it's still possibly the most tragic and moving thing since Titanic.
THISISSOSAD.
I swear, I need some happy pills or something.
Actually, no, I'll keep being sad, cuz happy pills are like a back to school present of fifteen unwanted pounds. Apparently. Merp.
But let's not go there.
Eurgh.
It's 2:45 am and I honestly had a lot of funny stuff planned out to say in this blog, but now I'm just
sad and I can't remember any wordswordswords and alsopossiblymaybe cocooned in a blanket.
BRB, watching awful offensiveness on youtube to see if that brightens my mood any.
For your viewing pleasure:
Clickey Clack This Button For Britishness and rudeness
Actually I feel a little better now. Ah, the joys of comedy.
Also I really hope the link worked.
Well I'm going to go get lost in the internet. Honestly, I'll probably just wind up here or, due to a more recent development, here. Then again.... could find meself here.
Slightly depressing super short story coming your way, when I was finding the links to the videos titled "here" and "here", I had to literally pause the videos so I wouldn't get wrapped up and start crying.
Now.
I must go be comforted by the world of different ethnic Nyan Cats.
Adieu.
PS: Yes I realize I'm being ridiculous and stupid. I think I'm over tired.
