If only I could get back to writing
Oh yeah and the article was turned in. I haven't heard from the editor. Is it wrong of me to say I hope he's lying dead in a ditch somewhere? I mean I dont really hope that. But that'd mean there was a "real" reason for him not to contact me back, and not just because I suck and he hates me (I have a willy lowman complex. I just want everybody to like me). Yee gads. It just goes on and on. I still have more shit to write!!!!
I could say I'm burnt to a widdle crisp, but I shant.
I'll blame it on Harry Potter.
Yes. That will work out nicely. Because, you see, there're pictures and stuff online from the NY premier and the live mugglecast that they did at the B&N in NY. Well, one of them. I make it sound like there's only one B&N in all of NYC.
The point is... I can't stop peeing my pants long enough to write. I'm just like OH MY GOD, HARRY POTTER!!! And then I can't think about anything but Harry Potter. You know, like that kid that can't stop thinking about ninjas. But it's not ninjas. It's HARRY FRICKING POTTER!! Who's better than ninjas.
OMG!!!! FIVE MORE DAYS UNTIL I GET TO GO SEE HARRY POTTER!!!!!!! I MIGHT NOT MAKE IT THAT LONG!!!!!
I have lost like all control of all bodily functions at this time. I just want to be a Harry Potter spoiler whore and troll fan news sites. Oh yeah, and I'm wearing my lightening bolt earrings. Because I BELIVE!!!