In Times Of Old When I Was New And Hogwarts Barely Started

I have a really bad habit. I never used to do it. And then I did it once. And then, a while later, I did it again. After a couple of weeks I did it a few times. Then, suddenly, I started doing it all the time. It became ridiculous how often I did it. In fact, I almost did it now.

What’s my bad habit?

I start sentences with “so”.

It’s a really terrible habit. I do it because it makes it seem less awkward than just jumping out there with a statement. But no more! I hereafter proclaim my attempt to STOP USING “SO” to start blog entries. Of course that requires so much more than the occassional entry. In fact I’m writing this one mostly because my brother’s girlfriend (BGF) told me she’s bored during lunch time due to my lack of posts. And I like her so I don’t want her to be bored. So here you go, BGF. Hopefully this will be entertaining.

You know what else is entertaining? Hoping there’s a fire drill so you can see this cutie from your dorm. Only you shouldn’t be focused upon said cutie because of lots of reasons you shouldn’t discuss on a public forum. This whole mental debate I’m raging inside my head is pretty entertaining. To hope for a fire drill or not to hope. That is the question.

I used to have that whole passage from Hamlet memorized. I’d blame IB for making me lame but I also have the whole Sorting Hat’s song from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix memorized. I learned it back in 7th grade? 8th grade? The summer between the two I think. Either way, I was bored and I started memorizing stuff. Trust me. Someday there’s going to be some super critical situation where someone will really need to know the Sorting Hat’s song from HP&OP and I’ll bust out there with it and save some lives. Seriously. It’s going to happen. Trust me.

I’m a really big Harry Potter nerd. Like REALLY big. I dressed up as Hermione when I was 10 because the 4th book came out. I bought each book the minute it came out. Well almost. The last two I had to use different methods because I was in Poland. The 6th came out and I was at tennis camp (which is a story in and of itself). I made my mom buy it for me and bring it the second she picked me up from camp. I then proceeded to read it through the mountain roads of Poland. Not my brightest idea, I realized as I was throwing up through the car door. But I kept on reading because I’m that devoted, dammit.

The 7th book I was also in Poland for. I dragged my mom to the bookstore at 8 AM. The minute the store opened, I was there. I was so excited that I gave up sightseeing because, hello Harry Potter! I devoured that book. I think I read it in 3 hours. And it’s a long book. Then I read it again.

I’m such a Harry Potter nerd that I went to see Daniel Radcliffe in Equus. Naked. And I gave him a shirt with my number and my friends’ numbers.

Another reason why I’m a Harry Potter nerd?

My French class had one assignment. Write a biography of a person, living or dead–fictional or real. Guess whose biography I wrote.

Yep.

I, a nineteen year old sophomore in a leading fashion college, wrote a paper about Harry Potter. In French.

I think that deserves an A, don’t you?

Either way, I’m such a Harry Potter nerd. I know so many facts about it I could probably write my own book. At least they helped me when I played Harry Potter Scene It. You’d better believe I won that game.