I am that snowflake: pervtastic and delicate. Am feeling better, though still not one hundred percent. I figure I'll be back to Nif-tasticness tommorow, so it's all good.

Things I must attend to Immediately:

Thing one: BIRTHDAYS!!!!

I am, it may be said fairly, truly craptastic at birthdays. But, it doesn't mean that I don't love kattiya, tobyfan and nestra because, oh boy do I! Were they not here, who would give me my beautiful squeals of joy from pictures? Who would I bond with over Lindsey-love? Who would be there to be an absolutely amazingly supportive friend, and help me embarrass certain large eared waiters, hmm?


Thing two: Oh god, Prisoner of Azkaban.


I loved this movie. Retardedly loved it. The score was beautiful. The cast was beautiful and young young *young*. Ron is still my favorite thing ever. Tap dancing spiders? Oh, *yes*. Also, Sirius and Remus made me happy. It's hard for any movie to live up to the amount of love love love that went into my excitement over those two, but I feel like this one definitely did. Especially Sirius -- he was precisely as larger than life as I'd want him to be. Funny, and sweet, and just crazy. Also, I dug on the tatts.

Also, I loved how much love there is between Harry, Ron and Hermione. It gave me curls of happy. Utterly fab.

I had a few things where I was like, "What the hell?" but largely, those were minor. Of course, I'm braced for the shockwave of Harry/Remus that's inevitably going to happen now that Harry and Remus apparently, like, traipse around in the wilderness together and enjoy the fruits of nature or whatever.

Oh! PS: Emma Thompson MADE MY LIFE as Trewlaney. I can't even tell you.

...there's a possibility I need go see it again.



Anyway, all of that having been said. I want to seduce that whole cast, practically.

Other things: I am beating a story into submission, but there's also a possibility that it (in reality) is beating me. We shall see.

Also, I finished American Gods by Neil Gaiman. My love for that man is undiminished, and that book may, in fact, be my favorite. It plays directly into my myth-thing. Oh, how I love myth.

*resumes fist fight with story*