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And to all a good night.
Jun. 21st, 2003 02:45 amI've no Harry Potter icons, so, twins. What?
Shopping trip yielded no intended success - apparently green and white stripes are not en vogue. However, I did manage to score a rockin' Ralph Lauren tie with gold and maroon striping on sale at Dillard's, so all was not lost. It was in fact later complimented, so we're mellow. [Ed. Note: Miranda has promised me a crocheted Slytherin scarf! Lovelovelove!]
There was a guy from Channel 10 News interviewing kids all around the store. Only kids. I wondered at this, as we know why they're there, but the real story should be all the adults and twentysomethings milling about. Miranda then made an excellent point regarding his now wholly sound reasoning.
Order of the Phoenix has been achieved! I am quickly repressing the memory of what Miranda and I went through to make that happen, but it's in my clutches! And in the process I made a disco ball sparklific bookmark, got a lightning bolt stenciled on my forehead and learned the proper pronunciation of 'plebeian' as well as the meaning of 'anathema' and 'jumping the shark'. One time for mixing pleasure with... well, yeah, pleasure, because we're just that caliber of dork.
Talked speculation with a lovely (and refreshingly intelligent) red-haired girl in line with her father behind us. Jon (who showed up just in time to watch the cash register bum rush and waited as we made our way through the melee) stuck around to talk recaps, in which we mostly mixed up Azkaban and Goblet but enjoyed Miranda's inappropriately reworded nursery rhymes about eating lambs with mint jelly. We were all so direly in need of sleep.
Dude. Angela called me from Striptified during Gone on the ride home. My first live performance of Gone! I may have gasped in pure delight when I realized what the song was and misted up a little. Again I beg, is it July quite yet?
In other news, I managed, by some feat nothing short of a miracle, to lose my copy of Goblet of Fire. See now, losing Sorcerer's Stone is one thing. This is quite another, remarkable one. *scratches head*
This entry can't end without giving this its rightful due. Finder's credit totally goes to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mirareeves. I swear the world is out for my life before I get to read the damned book.
*dead* Miranda, you can contact my parents in the morning to make arrangements for the book and Douglas anytime after eleven. And the icon is the definition of chicly fabulous, baby. Grazie, as always.
Shopping trip yielded no intended success - apparently green and white stripes are not en vogue. However, I did manage to score a rockin' Ralph Lauren tie with gold and maroon striping on sale at Dillard's, so all was not lost. It was in fact later complimented, so we're mellow. [Ed. Note: Miranda has promised me a crocheted Slytherin scarf! Lovelovelove!]
There was a guy from Channel 10 News interviewing kids all around the store. Only kids. I wondered at this, as we know why they're there, but the real story should be all the adults and twentysomethings milling about. Miranda then made an excellent point regarding his now wholly sound reasoning.
Order of the Phoenix has been achieved! I am quickly repressing the memory of what Miranda and I went through to make that happen, but it's in my clutches! And in the process I made a disco ball sparklific bookmark, got a lightning bolt stenciled on my forehead and learned the proper pronunciation of 'plebeian' as well as the meaning of 'anathema' and 'jumping the shark'. One time for mixing pleasure with... well, yeah, pleasure, because we're just that caliber of dork.
Talked speculation with a lovely (and refreshingly intelligent) red-haired girl in line with her father behind us. Jon (who showed up just in time to watch the cash register bum rush and waited as we made our way through the melee) stuck around to talk recaps, in which we mostly mixed up Azkaban and Goblet but enjoyed Miranda's inappropriately reworded nursery rhymes about eating lambs with mint jelly. We were all so direly in need of sleep.
Dude. Angela called me from Striptified during Gone on the ride home. My first live performance of Gone! I may have gasped in pure delight when I realized what the song was and misted up a little. Again I beg, is it July quite yet?
In other news, I managed, by some feat nothing short of a miracle, to lose my copy of Goblet of Fire. See now, losing Sorcerer's Stone is one thing. This is quite another, remarkable one. *scratches head*
This entry can't end without giving this its rightful due. Finder's credit totally goes to
mirareeves. I swear the world is out for my life before I get to read the damned book.*dead* Miranda, you can contact my parents in the morning to make arrangements for the book and Douglas anytime after eleven. And the icon is the definition of chicly fabulous, baby. Grazie, as always.
