My friends and I are going to see HARRY FUCKING POTTER and the Half-Blood Prince tonight. I'm unreasonably excited, even though the Post said that it was about relationships, not horcruxes. Whatever. It will still be FAB because it is Harry Potter and we spend years looking forward to this.

Naturally, because my friends are amazingly cool, we are all dressing up for it. This is the best use for our graduation robes ever. (You can wear your gown two places: graduation and Harry Potter premieres.) I bought buttons with my amazing employee discount (I am a cashier because that is what twelve years of education have done for me), so we are going to make badges of some sort.

I spent all last night flipping out about how there are no Harry Potter characters with short, dark bobs. Of course, there are! There's Pansy Parkinson, and I even have a Slytherin scarf because I once knitted myself one. (I should mention that I also have a Ravenclaw scarf, but.) Maybe, I'll take a broomstick with me. CAN I BE MORE OF A DORK? NO, I DON'T THINK SO.

Did I mention I was excited?