Concentrate, Potter...

I can't believe I actually read a Potter book.

Actually, I think I read Prisoner of Azkaban back in 2000 but that was too long ago and I had since forgotten its contents.

Now this last book. It's good and all, but hardly the best book ever. I think Rowling succumbed to the temptation of happy endings. It could bloody well have been a darker ending, one with more impact and melancholy. I would have preferred that because seriously, the fairy tale "happily ever after" thing wears off the moment you turn 14.

On the topic of Potter, however, brings me to Snape. And the actor who plays Snape. I would die to have Alan Rickman's voice, I would. Perhaps his humour too? I don't know about others but I do find British humour to be quite appealing. And intelligent.

Maybe the humour I've been using all the along have been British. Blimey!

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Got injured again, apparently. All over. Going back is good and all but this injury thing sucks. Ankles, shoulders... Well it's one shoulder but the other got pulled before too. My ankles act up without warning and they hurt a lot sometimes. Especially the left one. The right one's annoying but the left one's the one that yells "pain" in my face.

I don't think I can reach my back now. At least not as much as I could.

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School is... Depressing. Have totally no idea where to start. Just great, dammit. Just great.

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Ah yes, the girls are ignoring me again. It happens oh so often. I got indirectly rejected the other day and I didn't even flinch. I actually went "I thought so".

No idea but is that good or bad? It could be good because it means I'm over the fear of rejection thing. But it could be bad because that means I'm losing my realist sense.

I can't lose my realist sense.

I foresee myself twenty years later, living with my parents and playing games all day.

Of course there's all the other minor details like being fat, a virgin and on hypertension medication. Possibly other medication too.

But those are minor.