I went on a quest last night.

Shut up. You move out to Bumfuck, Centra Florida and see how you have to resort to making your own fun. I can totally see why the outrageous whim of creating an internationally-reknown boyband even occurred to Chris, and seemed just entertaining enough at the time to pursue.

Anyway, my adventure.

Happily, our nearest bookstore is not as far as I'd feared, and with the purchase of PoA I, some way or another, now have two copies of all the books. Mmm, yes. I really do want to get to OotP before the break is out. It's also right near the Wellington Mall, which is decidedly the most sprawling and beautiful shopping structure I have ever seen. It's this oasis of pretty in the flat, marshy wasteland. I'll have to check it out for reals before leaving.

( Visited the amusement park-sized Wal-Mart as well. )

Prince's Purple Rain. Holy my good god. Why didn't anyone tell me about this album? It's the most cracktastically joyous thing ever! No nevermind that I like JC's version of Let's Go Crazy better but can't possibly love When Doves Cry any more, the entire album is one fantastic romp of 80s goodness that's reawakened something dormant inside my very soul. It's. I. Yeah. In a very, very big way.

CFTC VI in Miami, you say? I feel for all my friends who can't make it and wish you all independent wealth before July. Personally, since I live an hour and a half away now, the only benefit is knowing the lay of the land. If anyone needs info about hotel locations/geography/logistics/driving times, feel free to drop me a line.

I baked biscuits for lunch. Well, I cracked open a can of Pillsbury and preheated an oven. But, biscuits! And tea! And yeah, I might be very very lame in the kitchen department. I plead college student.

Caught the middle of the last half of Sorcerer's Stone and the beginning of CoS on one of our cornucopia of HBOs this morning. *fans self* Harry/Draco, man, it's a wonder Rowling isn't suing Chris Columbus for "corrupting" her vision.

Also, I woke up this morn-- yeah, okay, afternoon, craving epic Bassez. Not AU, but current, real life Bassez. My friends are a corruptive influence.

I kid! *smooches without_me and walkingshadow anyway*

It might just be because I want to be finished writing it.

Oh, no.

Brother: Hey, have you fed the dogs?
Jules: Not yet, I need to do that.
B: Well, could you?
J: I said I was going - wait, I've done it the last three days, why can't you?
B: I worked today!
J: And you've been sitting in front of the TV for hours! I cleaned the kitchen and did the laundry and... *takes a step back, horrified, then dissolves into incredulous laughter* Oh my god, what just happened here? We are not turning into mom and Danny.
B: If we were, I'd be demanding my dinner, too.

You don't want to hear about the conversation involving turning off lights and putting dishes in the sink that went on yesterday. Three days is not time enough for us to start acting like our parents. *makes a note to go out for real tomorrow* Damn it, I will find something to do on a Tuesday night somewhere.

To be fair though, he did later take out the trash and call me into the living room for my favorite scene in Chamber of Secrets. And I made an eggroll for him along with mine and a glass of eggnog, after which we agreed over a good Maroon5 song with an unfortunate video and the ridiculousness of plunking down $300 to have a restaurant chef make you what he sees fit. see? Domesticity without any of the scary. We can hold out for another five days. *crosses fingers anyway*