I can't believe that I already have a guitar lesson tomorrow. Ok, I practice for at LEAST an hour everyday, but the week still goes by so fast and by the time Tuesday rolls around I feel like I haven't learned ANYTHING! Which is retarded cause I can DEFINITELY play four songs now that I couldn't play last week. It just seems weird. In Alabama there is no way to gauge the passsing of time.

Joanna and I watched the first half of "Goblet of Fire" today...cause she has a really short attention span with stationary (is that spelled right? like to remain in one place?) activities...she wanted to cut it before my favorite "Snape uses corpal punishment with composition notebooks on stupid children" scene and I was like, "NOOOO! WE HAVE TO WATCH THIS SCENE!" so she obliged me and I squealed and giggled like a moron as Snape abused his students. Oh the wonder of it all.

Oh bugger. I have nothing to say. Um...writing is still...stationary. I watched (almost) all of "The Barchester Chronicles" the past few nights, hoping that looking at lovely lovely 35-year old Alan Rickman would give me some Snape inspiration but unforuntately I was mostly thinking, "Heh. He looks so GAY with that HAT ON!" (and I say most of cause I skipped the first two hours of it since Alan R's not in it. What a waste of time!) Um um...er... I think I will start putting tags on these entries. Cause like it's so cute how Amanda and Dracobolt do it...so I'm copying. SO there. Katrin is reading my fan fic. She's not squealing...which worries me...um...isn't it SQUEAL WORTHY??? Um...yes. That's why I'm up here actually. To see if she squeals at any Snape stuff. Damn it. Um. I need to go do something else now. I've been having the most whack dreams lately...the other night I dreamt I was Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. Very weird. But I was the same age so it wasn't pedophilia. God this is rambling. I need to give up rambling for Lent. But I'm not Catholique...and it's not Lent for another 6 months or so...and I would never be able to keep to that promise.