Last night: Too much beer. Ali. Nick. John. Jeff was late. We didn’t get to go to the hot tubs. He said he might not be able to go to Disneyland because of his job. Fuck that, we’re going. Some hippy guy telling us we were so cute, he wanted to throw up. Yeah okay, nice. Frustrating night.
Shaena is coming tonight. :D And I’m getting a massage from Ali on Thursday.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, Jo Rowling gave to me:
Twelve Grimmauld Place Eleven years of waiting Ten galleons for Ron Nine and Three Quarters Eight tries to kill Harry Seven Horcruxes Six Weasley boys Five chocolate frogs Four Hogwarts houses Three Deathly Hallows Two radish earrings And a wand that chose me