WTF

Quickly warmed up to this book.

Not quickly warming up to this hurr.

Honestly I think it is going to be okay eventually. But as of right now I feel very insecure. Skinny Me says that I am always this way after I chop off large quantities of hurr. She is usually right about these things, so I will go with her on that one. 

Trust this face.

Maybe it will make you a pie.

Unfortunately I have almost nothing else with which to regale my one follower (myself, but only because FG told me to), so this could be pretty boring. And for that I apologize, self. But you are the one writing this. It is mostly your fault. But then again, this is your/mine/our blog and we can put up whatever we feel like. A blog is comparable to the Teacher's Lounge: you can sprinkle dog turd with powdered sugar and put it on a plate in there and it will be gone in five minutes. (Not that I recommend doing that, but go ahead if you are so inclined). You can write something like "penguins are taking over the world. I believe I'll have another piece of pie," and nobody would care. It's something to read. But no matter.

Anyway, school today included a Deeply Rooted Tradition Involving Flowers And Statues. That is something I really do love about Hogwarts-there are so many wonderful Deeply Rooted Traditions that have been around for over one hundred years. It is so great and emotionally moving to be a part of them. And today was no exception in regard to the "emotionally moving" part. There was definitely a lot of that, especially because my dear friend The De-Facto Mongolian Sweetie was chosen to represent our class and speak. She is so graceful and utterly lovely and very well spoken and controlled at all times. I do wish to be like her. And when she did speak, I was prepared to shed some Eye Water. Note: I said "prepared" to. I did not. I have some control over my tear ducts. So there.

The social day ended with a hug (or two or three) from FG, who assured me that she did indeed like my hair (she is working her buns (and her fingernails) off on a Special Project and is constantly getting paint on herself. Not like she minds.) Then I had a brief but swell conversation with BFK. I have to stand on tiptoe to give him a hug now. It's kind of sad-for me anyway, I'm sure he enjoys being able to reach tall objects. 

Disperse, friends. Go ponder the meaning of life.