Jennifer

I’m just back from the last Harry Potter movie and I’m actually feeling a little sad. If you get that you get it and if you don’t SHUSH. It was a massive part of my childhood. The  days before the latest Harry Potter books release had an excitement similar to to Christmas.

I was given the first book when I was about 9 by my brother, I remember looking at the red cover, reading the back and thinking ‘not really my thing’. But he promised me it was apparently going to be ‘big’ so I gave it a go and was surprised to see the same book sitting on the desks of half the class pretty soon. I remember getting annoyed when the teacher decided to make it the book she read to us every Friday because I wasn’t where she was and I was HOOKED. I was that kid, along with many, that even if she was a little too old to believe in such things still hoped they’d get a letter from Hogwarts on their 11th birthday. 

Yeah the first movies were awfuuul but the last one was damn good and I’m glad they spilt it in 2 because it gave us one last one to watch. 

I don’t understand how we form such weird attachments to things, perhaps it’s the timing of it all, it literally took up our childhood, from 8/9-21…

Anyway, feeling a little silly now but whatever. I LOVE HARRY POTTER. 

I’m in a state of appalled shock after a mutant moth attacked me. I can’t cope with moths! Moths are evil in every way. They flutter too much. They are grey. They are furry. They make THE most disturbing BUZZZZ sound. Hid in the corner of my room for an insane amount of time before running into the landing and hiding there. Finally decided to face the demon so as my tea wouldn’t get cold and it was HORRIFIC! I had to chase it around the room with a scarf screaming until it left the room. I am actually shaking! Also it’s in the landing now so I can’t leave my room, ever. WHAT IS THE POINT OF A MOTH?! 

I put a wee ad online offering my amazing dog training skillz cause I figured it’s about time I got some fame and recognition for them. And some money would be nice. I just offered dog walking, sitting and some basic training in my local area, waiting for a nice old man to call and ask me to walk his Jack Russell.  So of course a man from Crumlin rings saying he has 50 fighting dogs (pitbulls) and would like me to walk them because they need to be kept fit for the fights…I said no so he goes on to say he’ll pay me £500 a week if i go 5 days a week, and he has other people helping so I’d only have to walk about 10 of them a day. I told him Crumlin was too far away so he even offered extra for petrol money.

Of course I said nooo because dog fighting is evil, cruel, disgusting and very much ILLEGAL and the people involved in it tend to be a bit psycho. 

Probably explains why he’s so desperate…and rich. And an idiot. GRR. Poor 50 dogs :(

Right now I’m chilling to the max in the aftermath of the exam from hell today. I did not deserve such a horror. I revised, I mean not excessively, lets not be crazy, but I read things and wrote things down and learnt quotes and even who said the quotes and even when they said the quotes. Impressive I know. But when i opened the exam, as expected, there were 6 questions. I was lovely and prepared for 2 of them. Scanning down the page every question was the same as the exam guidance page, except of course for the 2 I was lovely and prepared for. C’est la vie. It gave me an excuse to order Indian, watch Grey’s Anatomy, lie in a bath full of bubbles (not all at the same time) and generally feel sorry for myself. Tomorrow I shall awake revitalized and ready to start preparations to take on exam number 2 next week, and if it dares be weird I might have to do something drastic, like make another tumblr post. 

xoxo