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Harry Potter spoilers?

I've been re-reading Harry Potter, and just finished the sixth for the first time. I'd forgotten how engrossing they are, it's been ages since I've sat down for hours at a time to read a book. It kind of makes me sad, how I can't start reading a book and not look up until I'm done anymore.

Dumbledore kind of scared me towards the end, but now he is dead and won't be around to be mysterious and reassuring and comforting and amused and that is very upsetting.

...I don't really like Harry. He was alright until the fourth book, then got really angsty in the fifth, and now he's just kind of annoying. I do like Hermione and Ginny and Luna though, so Harry and Ginny kind of creeps me out. LUPIN AND TONKS ARE AWESOME THOUGH.

I didn't really like the sixth book though? There wasn't much going on except Harry stalking Malfoy and being a bit of a loser and the Half-Blood Prince thing was a bit anticlimatic, unless it's a plot point to be carried over to the next book, and TOO MUCH UNREQUITED LOVE THAT ISN'T VERY INTERESTING. I much prefer the bits where they plot a lot then go off to fight.

This has been my very unenlightening take on Harry Potter, goodbye.

'Cause you're over the atlantic, baby

Merry Christmas/Happy New Year, guys. (New year is not a big event in this house.)

OH HOW I HAVE MISSED ONTD_SKATING.

STÉPHANE.

STÉPHANE.

STÉPHANE.

Also found Johnny Weir attractive for the first time ever, which is scaring me.

P.S- TOMÁŠ IS BACK. \o/

Go away, leave us alone

Bloody hell, I just got sliced open in a dream.

I was lying on my stomach on my bed, and when I woke up and lifted my head from the pillow, my eyes were green ringed with black. I felt super weird, and I was told to say 'I am _______' Which I didn't, because I promptly lost consciousness/fell asleep again.

Then I woke up a second time, and I lifted my head from the pillow. I felt normal, my eyes were brown, and the people that were there before were gone. I remembered what they told me to say though, and I thought it was really weird, so I said it out loud, experimentally. Then. I felt someone move on the bed behind me. I was still on my stomach so I couldn't see, but I had thought that I was alone.

I felt a sliding sensation along my back, like I was getting unzipped, and I was thinking, 'What's that? It's wei- OH FUCK.' And I just lay there freaking out while I got sliced all along my torso at waist level, then two flaps were cut out at either side and my kidneys removed. (Though that is probably not where kidneys are in real life.) Note that it didn't actually hurt, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But it is pretty damn scary to lie there with the knowledge that someone is cutting you open, and I woke with a start.

(I was lying on my stomach, but I was about halfway down the bed with my legs sticking over the end because I had been waiting for my computer to shut down and had fallen asleep. Then I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and while I was bending over the sink I was like MY SIDES FEEL FUNNY. Not painful, but they were kind of tingly.)

There was another segment to the dream before that, but I can't remember.

Yesterday night/today morning's dream involved me leaving my home (a tent) because while my mother was gone, some people showed up and I started running across a field at night and started a fire to throw them off which spread to my home and I was like THE HORSES ): but bravely did not turn back. Then I hid in trees and when they had passed me I ran back to my home but there were tons of them lined up at picnic tables and I thought ohshit and casually turned and walked in the other direction and woke up. (The endless stamina was really nice. Felt like I could run forever, which made me a bit smug about them never being able to catch me.)