Up in this bitch.

okay then

I made cookies.
I started and finished Beedle the Bard. It was good. It has commentary from Dumbledore, which made me happy. Unfortunately, the familiar emptiness of no more Harry Potter is setting in once again. It's sad how sad I get when I think about Dumbledore dying. Almost as if I actually knew him.
I love Harry Potter like whoa.
I want to read the books, but I'm trying to hold off until it gets closer to the movie.
I want a cookie...but they have to cool overnight.
I should just go to bed, but I'm not tired. I hate that.
Booo.

Pluto will always be a planet. I don't care what anyone says.

Because I needed a place where I could write and no one would know about it. People know about it now, but I hardly write in it anymore anyway. I suppose it didn't really matter, because I had all of my entries set to private. Most of those I've deleted during one of my I'm sick of everything I do moods.
I actually don't really like to keep internet journals. I'd rather keep a written journal. Unfortunately you don't need a password to get into a notebook. And years of my mom reading my private things has ruined me and I don't trust anyone to not read it.

As for how introducing me... I think years and years ago I had a livejournal. Back when you either needed to pay for one or someone who joined was given a code to give one other person a free livejournal. A girl who used to like me gave me her code. Chya. For the life of me I can't remember what the username was.
Oh well.

Live journal is depressing.