Can't Put a Price Tag on my Childhood

So I have a little dilemma. This week, I found myself academically in need of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, a book which I own and which I have read at least three times, but which is very far from me at the moment. I went to Wal-Mart, which literally had every Harry Potter book except the second one, and then to Hastings (buy/sell/trade book, movie, & music store here, pretty awesome actually), but the only Chamber of Secrets they had wasn't used, and it was hardback, and it was $25. You kidding me? With $25, I could buy ten wash/dry cycles, or at least four full meals at Taco Bell (probably five), or 250 printed pages, or 25 boxes of Sour Patch Kids. There are a lot of other things $25 could buy, but at the moment the only things I can think of are things that you could probably get for free anyway, like a cat, or a bouquet of flowers, or a couple albums worth of kpop (Pretty sure Grooveshark is the best thing that's happened to me in the last couple of weeks). All these things give me joy, more joy than I would get from reading a Harry Potter book again. Instead, I think I shall take advantage of the library, and try to resist writing in the margins (we are teaching from it, after all).

My roommate is watching Law and Order: SVU. Usually I tune it into the background, but on the episode that's on right now, Robin Williams plays the creepy bad guy, so I couldn't not watch. Even though he's a bad guy, I still look at him and hear him talk and wish that he was my grandpa or something. He's just so cool.

Even though I don't feel great today, I'm still on this high from doing that poem today. I didn't tell you this, but about a half-hour earlier, I had done another presentation in a different class about Impressionist painter Childe Hassam. So by the time I got up to do my poem I was already in the zone. It was good. I censored some of the poem, because I thought my instructor might not be a huge fan of the cussing or whatever (even though this is college, you've got to curb your vulgarity sometimes for the sake of making your professors happy), but there were still a couple of bad words in it, so I think that made it a little more memorable, maybe? Yes, I am a horrible person.

I got up early this morning to do homework, so I think I'm going to go to bed early, too. Who knew going to college made people less interesting?

-Amy

P.S. btw, I totally agree with your #1 reason for our blogging slackerness. I'm not exactly ashamed of our common interests, but they can get a little weird and honestly I don't need more people thinking I've gone off the deep end a bit (who am I kidding? Everyone already does. even my roommate thinks I'm crazy). I've said this to Angela before. We used to bond a lot over shows like Prison Break and Veronica Mars and stuff, especially when we lived at Mor Mor's at the same time. They were good times.