Oh the joy.

Yay, blog. (sarcasm btw)

So today has been totally un-eventful. I just lounged about on my bed all day (again) and read lots of lovely fanfiction about James and Lily which did leave me feeling a tad resentful and bitter, I must admit. Don't get me wrong, I love the HP series, they are such good books and amazingly well written...but...I think that it would have been a lovely story if Voldemort had never existed, all those people hadn't died and especially if Harry hadn't grown up parent-less and then lost all the people that he considered family. I think J.K. Rowling should write an alternate universe story where all the bad stuff doesn't happen.

I know I sound, to be frank, quite gay, because Harry Potter wouldn't be Harry Potter without all the death and trauma etc... But still, I also think it would've been lovely to see James and Lily as parents, for more than the first year and a bit of Harry's life at least. I think they would have been really cute parents, because I think they are such a cute couple. A couple who, I don't think, get enough attention. If I'm talking to someone about Harry Potter (who isn't Mel) and they ask who my favorite character is, I say "Probably James or Lily" and they just kind of stare at me blankly, a vacant look in their eyes because they don't have a clue who they are. Especially if they are the "I-AM-SUCH-A-BIG-MAJOR-FAN-OF-HARRY-POTTER-BUT-I'VE-NEVER-READ-THE-BOOKS-BECAUSE-I'M-GAY-BUT-I-AM-STILL-A-REAL-HARD-CORE-FAN" kind of people. C'est Ridicule!

*Sigh* I'm so dramatic, with my little Harry Potter rants.

So I should probably tell you about my awesome (more sarcasm) day yesterday. Was great, really. Imagine that last sentance in monotone. Even though it was traumatising, I will tell you what happened.

So I was still in a foul mood, as I had been for the past three days, and I got to H&M and saw Sophie and Kate. Unfotuantly as we were walking down to the cinema, I was still not in a very good mood, I was kinda quiet, which is weird when I'm around my friends. But we got in the rather large queue to buy tickets for Dear John, so it was all good. We were chatting a bit, it was all very social, we got to the front of the queue. That was when some woman at the desks shouted out "TICKETS FOR DEAR JOHN ARE SOLD OUT!" Me, Kate and Sophie just stared at each other, open-mouthed and wide eyed, not believing our luck.

So we hung around the cinema, waiting for Melanie to arrive, Kate and Sophie sat down on the steps but I was a bit jittery, just walking in circles trying not to look weird (but hey, just look at me). Then Melanie arrived, now because the cinema has like zero signal inside, I stepped outside so that I could recieve texts because I had texted Lydia before walking into the cinema. As I was outside a conversation took place between the traitors...I mean my friends and they decided that we were going to see Remember Me. Kate came outside to inform me that we were going to see Remember Me. Now as you all know, I was in a depressive mood and I knew that Remember Me was extremely upsetting and depressing. I protested and protested hoping that they would give in and realise that I didn't want to see the movie at all. But they're mean and Kate told me she was going to buy my ticket and I could pay her back. So I went in and bought my own ticket, all whilst staring moodily at them traitors.

And oh-my-freaking-merlin. Remember Me is probably the worst and most boring film I have seen in a very long time. The beginning and the ending had me in tears, but the other two hours was completely plot-less. I think it was a very dis-jointed movie that seemed to have no point. It constisted of hunched up, broody acting by Robert Pattinson and fairly good acting by Emile De Ravin, who by the way I think has very pretty eyes.

So yes, I completely blame Melanie, Kate and Sophie for introducing me to that travesty of a film, and they know it. I'm expecting some serious grovelling from them before forgiveness is given.

Until tomorrow.

Bye.