I’m not ready to go see the last Harry Potter movie yet. I just read the 7th book again so I’d remember everything before seeing the movie, and I cried like a baby. It feels weird being so attached to all of these characters. I feel like they’re friends of mine, and that seeing the final movie will be like a final goodbye. I don’t want it to be, though.
I can’t wait for the day when I have a family and kids, and when I can start reading them the books at bedtime, and I can only hope that Harry and Ron and Hermione will help them get through their childhood (and preteen-hood, and teenager-hood, and adulthood) like they helped me. I will never get over the wonder that Harry Potter was and still is for me, that it made me truly believe that books can move you and teach you and make you better than you were before reading them. Harry Potter taught me that there is no true good and evil, that there can be people that you simultaneously loathe and weep for (I’m looking at you, Snivelus) and that love is worth fighting for above all.
I have a confession to make. I, Candice Tussing, am facking addicted to nail polish. I can’t go into a store without checking out their samples of nail polish. I have over 80 bottles and have at 14 more bottles coming my way in the mail. Regardless of how much I like my nails, I can’t go more than a few days without changing my manicure. I need to go to nail polish anonymous. SO PLEASE, FUCK THAT, HELP FEED MY ADDICTION. GIVE ME NAIL POLISH. LET ME PAINT YOUR NAILS. I’M REALLY GOOD AT IT, I SWEAR. (maybe you could even pay me to do it…. i need to some way to support this problem of mine…)