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Went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter last night with some friends! ( Random thoughts )

I'm so sleepy now. I got home around 3:30 AM but I had had a coffee and waaaayyyy too much candy before/during the movie, so it took me until past 4 AM to fall asleep, and then my mom decided it'd be a good idea to wake me up at 9 AM. And after I've woken up I can't get back to sleep again, and I can't take naps during the day or else I can't sleep at night, so I'm pretty much just a zombie right now.

I'm surprised at the lack of Harry Potter enthusiasm on my flist! For some reason I remember there being loads when OotP came out. Was that just because people typically like Ootp more than HBP? Or because the last book was coming out right after the movie so people were all amped up about that, but now that the series is over people don't care as much?

Anyways, I think I might reread the series now. The last time I did a read-through was right before DH came out, and I've only read that one once (and HBP only twice), so it seems like it's time.

My dad e-mailed me to ask how I enjoyed my 3-day weekend. I was like "...what? Three-day weekend? I distinctly remember going to class and Wind Ensemble yesterday," and he was like "What? It was President's Day!" Even he got yesterday off, and he's a lawyer. And he works all the time. Even Saturdays. Even Sundays, occasionally. NOT FAIR. This is one of the things that makes me really miss high school. We got off so many random days! We'd have like three three-day weekends in a row in February! And I hate February, so all those three-day weekends really helped. Stupid college.

I was studying for my abnormal psych test last night (which... I really should be doing now, too. Oh well) and it was talking about phobias and there was a list of "common" movie phobias, and on the bottom of the list it said "Dementors from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban." I was like "WHAT?" Because... WHAT? NOT A PHOBIA. Like, they really try to drill into you that a phobia is anxiety out of proportion to the situation, avoidance of feared setting/stimulus, and awareness of the irrationality of the anxiety. And ok, Harry does try to avoid dementors, but I don't think he believes it to be irrational, and it's not out of proportion to the situation BECAUSE THEY CAUSE HIM TO RELIVE THE DEATHS OF HIS MOTHER AND FATHER. The only reason he gets more anxious about it than anyone else is because he's lived through much worse tragedies! And whatever, it's not irrational, because the dementors totally end up siding with Voldemort and even in the third book they nearly suck out his soul. So WHATEVER Abnormal Psych book. You clearly need better examples.

...I actually just kind of find it incredibly amusing that they use that as an example. It really doesn't fit, in my opinion, but I also don't really care that much.

Ok, time to study, since this test is 20% of my grade and I can't drop it and I have my preceptor-led discussion group thing tonight (although that should be fun, since all we're doing is watching A Beautiful Mind, which I've never seen. We don't have to discuss it until the meeting Thursday night) so I need to start now and not put it off until later.

So I think I'm really back now. Olympics aren't over till Sunday, but tomorrow I'll be gone a lot of the day anyways and especially when they air, so I won't end up watching them anyways, and Sunday I'll have plenty of time to check LJ. And anyways, I think the things I care more about are over. Unless Apolo Anton Ohno is racing tomorrow. That might've been tonight, though. I don't know. I don't care enough to actually tape them. Oh, I love Joey Cheek so much, by the way. Just in case you were curious (which I'm sure you were).

Anyways, today=good. Got a 93 on the seminar project I did last week with Seher (actually found that out Wednesday, but I'm pleased with the way I'm starting out the semester in Euro), and a freaking 97 on our unit test in math I took this week. So proud of that. I have no idea how that happened, because I didn't think I had prepared nearly enough, and the chapter was kind of difficult for me. All the things I got points off on were me putting positive signs in places that should be negative signs and vice versa. Stupid. Especially the one where I had r+8cosx-2sinx=0 and somehow got r=-8cosx-2sinx. No, Michelle, that's not how you subtract things. And jazz band was better than usual because we had this great jazz drummer giving us a clinic. Sounded so much better with him. Unfortunately that will have worn off by next week. Oh well.

Then after jazz band I went to Woodbridge Center with Emma and Soan and saw Goblet of Fire, which was my first time seeing it. It was actually far better than I expected, because I was seriously expecting to hate it. I didn't like the third much and I had seen a lot of people really liked it (although maybe that's because the third is my favorite book, so when it wasn't perfect and exactly like the book, I just instantly hated it) and didn't like this one, but I actually enjoyed it. Although Emma and Soan's comments did make it even more enjoyable. But, oh man, DAVID FREAKING TENNANT WAS BARTY CROUCH JR.!!! WTF HOW I DIDN'T KNOW THIS?!?! Not that this would've urged me to watch it back last November. But if I had known this after watching The Christmas Invasion! Oh well. I know it now. And I really loved the Cedric they had (and found I've been pronouncing "Cedric" wrong the entire time. And, also, "accio", although I find that more reasonable). And, uh, yeah. Also, I've found somewhere between rereading the books in preparation for the 6th book to come out last summer and now I've become a total Ron/Hermione shipper. But yeah. Anyways. Enjoyable.

Afterwards we hung out at Del Taco and discussed things such as how much better BEC would be if I were president (like, I'd call car washes whenever I'd need my car washed, and I'd delegate to Justin, since he's treasurer, it being free for me, and delegate Jackie to make signs because she rocks at them and delegate Emma and Soan to run things and Emma to get to play with the hose and Soan to eat lots of cookies. And then with the $50 we'd make, we could use it to pay for gas for my car and take us to... the beach? I think? Yes. It would be excellent) and how next year instead of drum majors were going to have fascist dictators for marching band, and then upon arriving at my car found that the three letters on my license plate are FCS which is kind of like the word fascist, which probably means that I should be fascist dictator next year.

...yeah, I'm aware this makes little sense. But it was fun. So full from candy now, though. Tomorrow I will go to the animal shelter in the morning and then go to this band social event thing at Parkwest from like 4-10.