What to tell you, what to tell you...

Well, first of all I will tell you nothing.

... That has to do with the 6th Harry Potter book.
I've just finished it. And I hate people who are spoilers, so I will not be one myself.
My only responce will be....

Holy Shit.

So other than that, I've been alright. I've actually been having probably, by far, the busiest week of the summer so far. On the 24th, I baked my dad a birthday cake--Pumpkin Cheesecake, something that did not sound at all delicious to me, but I knew he'd like. I also made a lemon souffle for that night, and watched Casablanca with Graham. It was pretty good; nothing terribly outstanding to me, but as Graham said, keep in mind it was one of the first of its kind.

The next day it was actually dad's birthday, and we had dinner early. I suppose I was the least active on this day. Dad liked my cheesecake, and it's one of the few times I've seen him be kinda greedy with something... go me.

Tuesday I was woken up by Michelle who borrowed Monty Python and the Holy Grail and showed of her cut-and-dyed (teal streaks) hair. I was tired the rest of the day. Graham and I watched Young Frankenstein next. Not the funniest things, but I think one of Mel Brooks' best. Pretty funny. Later, Sarah came over, and we hung out and caught up. And I found myself suddenly speaking words of wisdom with her... She had a dilemma, and it was a rare time in which I, being somewhat experienced in the area of her issue, was giving advice to her and talking her through it. Very interesting.

Wednesday. Today. Candice and I went to the mall, and I bought a few shirts. They are finally making the shirts in the color green that i have long been waiting. No camo green, forest green, hunter green, olive green, lime green, or kelly green. This was a... would it be jade? Emerald? Not sure. But a pretty green. Slowly but surely the world is making my style of clothing. I knew they'd come around.
I also finished Harry Potter, as I have mentioned before. And I'm still thinking Holy Shit. That 7th book better not keep me waiting too long.

Tomorrow I'm supposed to meet my friend and future roommate Kit at Ikea so that we may shop for dorm things. I have to bus down there; my mom has work tomorrow. I dislike buses very much, but I agreed to do it, so ride a bus I must. I hope that goes well.
I then have to clean the house.

Because on Friday, I'm not sure when yet, I'm expecting Alan to come pay a visit for the weekend. As some of you may imagine, I'm very happy about that. Both of us felt 4 weeks apart was pretty freakin long, and from now on we don't want too much time to lapse before we see each other again. Maybe it's pathetic, and maybe I've nothing much to complain about, but this is, on the me-scale, pretty damn hard. Long distance is hard in any relationship, and I will not believe that I'm an acception.

I've got a headache. But I'm a trooper. My brain is still disquieted due to that damn book, I'm getting thirstier, and I'm anxious about my busing journey tomorrow.

I wish there was a permenant cure for headaches. I'd take it in heartbeat. Unless the side affects included more headaches. Then that would suck.

But you know what I could really use? A swig of Felix Felicis. For those who dont' know what that is, get caught up in the modern times already.

And that's tonight's news.