Ooh de lally ooh de lally

Golly what a daaaaaeeeeeee!
(Something wicked comes this way?)

HP3 is certainly the best of all the movies thus far. The hippogriff flying sequence is ET worth the price of admission alone (think the first time you saw ET, or the lighting of the watchfires in ROTK). But best of all? Go to a movie that completely DIES five minutes before the end and get a free pass back to the movies. BOO-yeah! So very fun to go with Jules last night, out until ridiculously late, then watching a thing on dancing at home on a local station, whilst eating Chinese. Now out to walk about the park for a bit (the thing about a couple and a third wheel going is the couple is simply bound to hold hands and the road only allows two abreast and the third wheel is required to either mosey in front or in back: neither a charming prospect). Anywho, my sole complaint is that HP3 isn't dubbed, "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of the Caribbean." Ah well, can't have everything, can you? Hope to write some more this afternoon. Parental units return this evening. Must run the dishwasher before then. Need to finish readying for walk. I hope to hang out with Johnny soon. And public journals are public.

Mood: Eh. Pas mal, mais pas tres ecstatique.
Music: The hum of the computer. Really, our modern world has too much noise.
Something I'm going to do at KMK rehearsals: Dare them to take risks. Ah-HA!