Howl, by Florence + The Machine. One of my favorite songs right now. No, seriously, ask anyone. I just learned it on piano the other day, even though I was as high as a Macy’s Day balloon. It’s simply a beautiful song.
Seriously. It’s not healthy.
Anyway, I saw Harry Potter 7.2 last week with my family and stuff and SPOILER ALERT: I cried so unbearably hard when Fred died. It was like a wall of bricks came down and smashed me to bits. And I was all like, “Oh no you didn’t, Warner Brothers!” But, of course, I should be blaming JK Rowling.
I’m doing this weird Amazing Race thing with Nick Kim tomorrow. I have no idea what to expect, so please go attack his blog posts. Those two thoughts were not meant to be related, actually. I’m just really mad that he keeps blogging. Like, every day.
AND HE SAID THAT I JUST CRAWLED OUT OF THE CAVE. THAT’S NOT NICE.
But…uh…yeah. My thoughts are all jumbled up in my mind right now. I’ve just learned to blame everything on the mysterious drugs my mom is keeping me on. Like, for example, I recently started playing MarioKart: Double Dash on my old clunker of a Gamecube, only to realize that I became atrocious at it. So I blame the drugs for my getting 7th place on Luigi Circuit. Because I can. TAKE THAT, NINTENDO.
Alright, I’m done for now. Sorry my brain is so mushy. I’ll try to make it better soon.
P.S. THIS. IS. BEAUTIFUL. That is all.