When I think of my titles all I can hear is my own breathing.

I would like to talk to you all about a subject I'm sure we all know well, a subject that is slowly falling behind the times, a subject that you might be thoroughly sick of. I am talking, of course, about the Harry Potter books.

Yes, they're over and done with. Yes, I'm one of those crazy people who rereads them every summer. Yes.

And yet I can't help drawing attention to the supremely rehashed fact that Harry, his friends and his adventures have had a profound effect on our generation. My peers, who now consider themselves far too old for Harry Potter, were at the perfect age when the books began, so that the maturity of the books increased with ours. Had we been too young, we might have been slightly scared of the gradually darker themes, had we been too old, we would have thought ourselves above caring about such silly stories.

The small, dark haired boy is deeply engrained in our culture. Whatever the pessimists say, he will always be remembered. I, for one, intend to introduce it to any children I may have, recalling as I do the evenings sitting on my mother's bed as she read us the earlier volumes.

Now... Who wants to see the next movie and make snide comments about the woeful inaccuracies with me?

*sigh* (Have I already made a title like that?)

ENDLESS picture scanning for my brother's graduation party. Not fun.

My subconscious is a scary thing.

I enjoy things like happening upon cool youtube atheists.

I enjoy things like youtube.

It makes me sad when there are no comments on my blog posts, even though I know it's because people aren't on the computer as much.

I drove for the first time yesterday. It was pretty fun. Very bumpy, since I wasn't exactly driving in the road.

The question is, do you care?

Dear Brain,

You disappoint me sometimes.

Love,
Anna

Iowa Shotgun wedding!

It wasn't a shotgun wedding, actually. But on the way there I came up with a new twist on the whole kooky cute road trip movie. Yes, exactly. Gay Iowa shotgun wedding road trip. Whee. It was a lovely wedding.

We biked downtown for the farmer's market today. It was pretty nice. I do like Minneapolis a lot.

WAY COOLER THAN ST. PAUL AMIRIGHT? I totally don't understand people who hate Minnesota that much. We are actually a supremely rocking state. Except, supposedly we all get SAD. Seasonal something disorder. Actually it's Seasonal AFFECTATION disorder.

However... (you were waiting for this, right?) I was very frustrated, creeped out and amused by some events and characters at the market. Two women, one dressed entirely in pink (decorated with glittering "princess"'s to boot) and another with a cast on her arm. The woman in pink was "healing" the other woman's arm by loudly repeating "Lord Jesus" over and over. "Lord Jesus this. Lord Jesus that. Lord Jesus Lord Jesus Lord Jesus wears a hat." On the sidewalk in the middle of the farmer's market. When we walked by again, the woman with the cast was sitting with a little asian girl from a nearby store and trying to convert her.

Also, we passed some sort of scientology center on the way. They had books with volcanoes on them and personality tests.

Crazy people are scary.

Hmph.

Haven't had access to a computer in a week.

I've been sitting at home alone, draped over various pieces of furniture reading horrible guilty pleasure fantasy books. I did actually have a brief poetic mood in which I wandered around my room, writing terrible hilarious poetry on random bits of paper that were lying around. They are so bad they make me giggle with their pretentiousness. I am just way too pretentious to be a good poet, really.

So yeah, no computer. I was sorta thinking it might be fun, but then I realized I HAD NOTHING TO DO. Hmm... look around the house, there's my guitar. I can only play the three songs I know, because I can't look up tabs. Oh, look in the kitchen. All of our cookbooks are full of super hard recipes, can't look up anything easy. Oh, look at the garden. There aren't even any weeds. Oh, look at the nice sunny lawn. That gave me sunburn when I resorted to sunbathing. Oh, look at my bike in the garage. Don't know where to go without a map.

Pllllphbtht. I did go to my brother's graduation. It was sort of interesting. I got sushi afterwards, except I think it was actually sashimi because there was no seaweed.

I suppose I'll have to make myself a sandwich now.