I watch too many movies. The reality of my life isn't nearly as interesting. It's not romantic, magical, or adventurous. So what do I do? Watch more movies. It's a vicious masochistic circle.
Currently the only thing I can think of to get me out of this funk I'm in is to hop on a plane to Ireland and wander the countryside. That or wait around for my Hogwarts letter. I'm starting to hope that in reality Hogwarts is some sort of grad school open to those 21+ and my owl is on it's way.
Then again, when I do find myself in romantic, magical, or adventurous (ok, maybe I haven't had many magical opportunities as of yet) situations, they're not all they're cracked up to be. Maybe I should keep it simple, leave the big dreams to the filmmakers, and enjoy the simple pleasures of just being little ol' me.
That's not to say I couldn't be little ol' me in Ireland....
please don't go to ireland so soon. we'll be in hogwarts in october!!! i hope you'll come with! and even if you can't, i'll send you owl post while you're dancing your cute little bum off at sea world. also might send you a video or two.
ReplyDeleteand the movie thing. jeez, lady. if there's one person who understands, it's yours truly. let's start a movie night, goddammit.
conestio: the spanish word for bird's nest.