Had a very relaxing evening at J's house last night. He grilled some halibut & I brought over wine, frozen veggies in a bag (not much of a cook on the spur of the moment, so I LOVE lazy people food) & dessert. We ate outside on his deck & then drove across the river & up into the Loess Hills to watch the moon come up. It was really relaxing & it wasn't just the wine. *smile* It's nice, for once, to have a relationship that I feel comfortable in. On the way back we decided we're hungry again so we stopped by "Mac & Don's" (McD's) for a McFlurry & fries (man I was just CRAVING fries! (damn PMS)). MMMMMM. Good stuff maynard (as my dad would say). All & all, a good way to wrap up a Monday.
Now, it's 8:30ish & I'm already at work. (GAH) Trying to work enough hours to make up for taking off tomorrow, Thursday, & Friday for K's wedding. Ugh, it's damn early. TONIGHT'S IS ONE TREE HILL SEASON FINALE! (man, I LOVE trashy teen soaps like that)
Can't wait till tomorrow. I've got a highlights appt in the morning, then cleaning up the living room so my roommate can move out this wknd (which I'm assuming is the plan, I haven't seen her for about a week). I also need to take back a pair of sandals to the store & get a different size & PACK. Then dinner w/ E, J & A. Whee!
This started brewing in me yesterday. Hopefully it'll go somewhere
(maybe it's more prose, but whatever)
THICKER THAN WATER They say (whoever "they" are) that blood is thicker than water From personal experience, that old cliche is true. Because if it weren't I would have ditched his ass a long time ago. Written him off for all the shit he's pulled. But, I can't you see: he's family.
Blood ties you together with someone in a way that nothing else can. Water just slips through your fingers, but blood... Blood seeps in, soaks it up, and reminds you How goofy and shy his smile was when you were both little Of the blow up fights you used to have Of the conspiring you used to do against your parents Of the times you covered for each other
Blood keeps you around when you'd rather leave Stick your head in the sand like an ostrich & just pretend it's not real Try to ignore the countless drunken nights The fuckups, the mistakes, the things about which you'd LIKE to fight And, it makes your heart swell with love when he does things for you he doesn't need to When he'd stand up for you when no one else would when he doesn't want to tell you a boyfriend is a jerk, even though he is And it makes you want to hunt down & beat to a bloody pulp Any girl who actually makes him cry
So, yes, blood is thicker than water Water would have washed away all that past leaving no room for the future Blood lets it stain your memory Keeps you hoping that things will turn out differently The path will change, the course will alter Letting you hold onto the fact That Blood is Thicker than Water
Wow, I can't believe K's wedding is at the end of this wk. I take off for the wedding locale on Wed evening, so I may be incommunicado for a while b/c of the wedding hoopla. I'm so excited though. All the girls will be there. My best friend from school is flying in from LA today & I can't wait. AND, what's fun is that she, me, my new guy J & my guy friend A, are all going out to eat on Wednesday evening, b4 E & I head to weddingville. It's set up mostly as a way for E to meet J, & I invited A along as a) a buffer b) s'more testosterone & c) so A could see E b4 the wedding. (we all went to college together & he's not coming out to the wedding locale till Saturday). So, Wednesday should be pretty interesting.
So far, this new relationship is pretty damn great. J is a NICE guy & not a jerk masquerading as a nice guy, but TRULY a nice guy. And he's fun & ok...I'm going to stop gushing. At least here on my blog that is.
Thanks to a post on AlmstHvn (Sheryl's Blog) (http://almsthvn.tblog.com) I had to look at what my Star Wars pick up line might be. Better still, while I was looking at the Blogthings website, J called (bored at work). The deal was, it asks you where you hide your Ewok. So I said: 1) In the closet = "Hey beautiful, what's a nice girl like you standing in line for 10 days w/o bathing?" 2) Under the desk = "Get in there you big furry oaf, I don't care what you smell!" (go Han Solo) 3) (J's) In the toybox = "You will go home w/ me. It is unavoidable. IT IS YOUR DESTINY".
Also on Blogthings was the Yoda bit. It asks you what you think Yoda really uses his saber for. I said "To trim weeds on Degobah" & was told
(gah, damn mousepad, I have to start all over w/ this post) (frickin schmickin garble flarble POPPYCOCK!!!!)
Anyway...has anyone ever seen Motor Mouth, on Vh1? It's this show where they show people, in their cars, driving & singing & sometimes dancing along to the music their playing. Showing they're uber dorks for all of the cable viewing world to see. I felt kinda like I was on Motor Mouth last night, on my way to see J (mmm...cuddly time after a moody moody day).
I was listening to Green Day's latest single HOLIDAY on the radio & just blasting it, singing along, banging my head, all that good stuff. Well, I pull up to a stop light & I'm next to this old lady (60s or 70s) & we both have our windows down, so I KNOW she heard me. And, I could just feel her looking at me like "ya damn kidya!" But, I couldn't help it...just check out some of these lyrics!
HOLIDAY, by GREEN DAY
"...ZIEG HEIL TO THE PRESIDENT GASMAN BOMBS AWAY IS YOUR PUNISHMENT PULVERIZE THE EIFFEL TOWERS WHO CRITICIZE YOUR GOVERNMENT BANG BANG GOES THE BROKEN GLASS KILL ALL THE FAGS THAT DON'T AGREE TRIALS BY FIRE SETTING FIRE IS NOT A WAY THAT'S MEANT FOR ME"
At 12:01 this morning, the infamous strains of brass and strings began to play as the familiar scroll of yellow words rolled across the screen and space, introducing the audience in theater 14 to Revenge of the Sith.
At 3:05 this morning, I pulled the covers up & turned out my light, and pondered what I'd just watched. I loved the movie, but felt sort of sad/disappointed. That's it. It's over. No more Star Wars movies to premiere in the theater. No more giggling at the super uber geeks who're dressed as Star Wars characters (I draw my line at wearing a Star Wars shirt). No more anticipation. I imagine this is how I'll feel when the last Harry Potter book comes out, but more so (now THAT'S something I'm obsessed w/)
I don't want to talk too much in detail/depth about Revenge of the Sith b/c I don't want to spoil it for those who haven't seen it. But, let's just say, that George Lucas did his job in tying up loose ends & showing the transition from Anakin to Vader. Anyone else watch it yet?
I'm not speaking of a pretentious alternative to swear words, but of the popcorn treat, which is apparently manufactured right here in the MidWest. Anyway...
My friend Wiccachicky was talking on her blog (http://wiccachicky.tbolog.com" title="http://wiccachicky.tbolog.com" target="_blank"http://wiccachicky.tbolog.com...) the other day about advertising and the evils that can go along w/ it (mostly crappy ads...her subject was Advertising Hall of Shame). Well, over the weekend when we're doing Bowl For Kids Sake, Poppycock was one of our prizes for super studly bowlers. And let me tell you, it was a POPULAR prize. So, then, we got to looking at the little bags of Poppycock and we're just cracking up by the little description written on the bag...which is as follows.
"For nearly 40 years, POPPYCOCK has been the nuttiest gourmet popcorn treat. Always crunchy and splendidly scrumptious, my classic clusters are a savory sensation. I use lots and lots of nuts, fluffy popcorn and rich all natural glazes to create a potpourri of tantalizing tastes. Indulge yourself by sampling my other mouth watering flavors, such as Cashew Lovers and Chocolate Lovers, or give them as gifts to family and friends. It's always a good time to enjoy my delicious nutty clusters, but don't be surprised if they disappear in a hurry"
It's even FUNNIER if you read it aloud and in a suggestive tone of voice. Let me tell you, after a lack of sleep, some beer & being a bowling alley all weekend, it was pretty amusing to me & all my coworkers.
I've ALWAYS wanted to have someone say that about me. I doubt that it's true (I've never been able to make junk move w/ my mind. The extent of any latent pyschic powers was knowing who was calling when the phone rang, W/O the aid of Caller ID & specified ring tones. Oh & once in high school I concentrated hard enough & then my boyfriend called me. *snicker*) ANYWAY...
Today is THE day, the one we've all been waiting for: The premiere of the 3rd & final Star Wars!!!!! I have my advance tickets & my Star Wars tshirt (one of yoda, purchased from the little boys section of one of the national chain stores located in my fair city) & I am SO READY. Now...if only I could get a nap in before tonight's midnight showing. (man, that makes me sound old & I'm really not...)
Well, and everyone else in the sold out arena for Sunday night's concert! It was awesome. Completely fucking rocked! Now, I've been to, what I consider, quite a few concerts in my day. I've seen groups/artists ranging from Counting Crows, John Mayer, Barenaked Ladies, The Urge, Rascall Flatts, Tonic, Fiona Apple, No Doubt/Weezer, etc. And this was probably THE rockingest concert I've seen, complete w/ pyrotechnics & white rocker ass. What made it so great, for me, is that even though I'm not a huge Green Day fan, the concert was kick ass b/c it kept moving along, the band was completely on their game, and it was just fun. And, it was a more hard/driving concert. Don't get me wrong BNL was awesome (I love those funny Canucks), I've seen them twice now, but I sang/screamed w/ more intensity at Green Day, than I ever did at Steve, Ed & the boys. And, I know SO many more of BNL's songs compared to GD. So, I just had to rave for a bit about my faboo time on Sunday night. :oD
Oh & for clarification sake: the lineup Sunday night was My Chemical Romance (opener==whom I missed b/c I stood in line for ages so I could get a tshirt that would fit me) & then GREEN DAY (whole reason for the concert, really). WHEEE! Or, to quote Rick Flair, "woooo".
For those of you who don't know what the heck I'm talking about, you're probably better off. For those of you who DO, I was there, in person, for last night's LIVE MONDAY NIGHT, WWE RAW broadcast last night on Spike TV. Now, for those of you who know me & know me well, you're probably all agog right now, wondering how that exactly happened. For those of you who don't know me well, let's just say I'm NOT the type of girl who watches "wrasslin", let alone watches it live in person.
Anyway...I ended up at this fine piece of entertainment thanks to my new man. He & a coworker/friend & that guy's girlfriend (who, in a small world occurrence apparently dated a guy I went to HS w/) really wanted to go & well, since Super D was bringing a date (SheRa) I was told I was coming along as my guy's date. Whee? Oh wait, no, "wooo!"
And, interestingly enough, after 3 beers (I also had 3/4 of another) it was actually kinda fun. Mostly b/c it was funny. I mean, c'mon. Dudes dressed up in sequins & spandex? (fancy pants!) With goofy names & even more goofy personas...and the DRAMA! I tell you. So, I had a good time, in spite of my initial attitude. I know my man had fun...which cracked me up. And, I got to have beer, which made it that much more tolerable.
So, to explain my subject...Rick Flair is this ancient WWE contender/manager & he actually "fought" last night. Had to have his old, white guy, mullet haired self rescued by Batista (big & muscley badass in his 30s). They had a "Lingerie Pillow Fight" between 2 of the female contenders. All the guys there LOVED that. The whole WWE phenomenom is kinda fascinating, in this bizarre way...
Anyone ever go to one of these? Or, have you ended up at some sort of event you never thought you'd ever attend? Thoughts please!
Well, the 1st day of Bowl For Kids Sake is over & done with & actually wasn't too bad. A nice warmup, basically. Our Thursday sessions had just 12 teams of bowlers, but I think we raised about $4K yesterday==only $146K to go!! Plus, 2 sessions tonight, 3 tomorrow, 2 sessions Sunday & then 4 sessions next weekend. However, the stress level is HIGH and this, plus our big golf tournament, and trying to wrap up the school year is causing some quick tempers & everyone getting annoyed at junk that much more quickly. For example: I'm annoyed almost instantly at shitty drivers in our fair city. And, there seems to be PLENTY.
Anyway...I'll keep ya'll updated. Hope everyone's having a good Friday the 13th!
Or, a dork, whichever would be the more appropriate label, please insert here. Anyway...
The Star Wars Memories articles started running in our local paper (www.omaha.com) this morning. As you may remember, mine was chosen as one of the lucky ones for all to read. Tee hee hee. Mine ran today, the very 1st. I'd link you to the actual story, but you have to be a member of their online group (it's free, but kinda a pain to sign up for) to read the thing. So, instead, I'll just type in the story as it appears in the paper (go John Keenan, OWH Staff Writer!)
"Omahan Amy **** and her pre school friends used to play "Star Wars" at recess. **** would take == well demand == the role of Princess Leia. Never mind the fact that her friend Brenda had long, brunette hair that probably could have been worked into some kind of cinnamon roll hairstyle. Brenda could be Princess Leia's mother, who somehow got off the planet of Alderaan before it exploded. **** just had to be Leia. 'Even more funny, looking back on it now,' said ****, now 27, 'was the fact that (my friend) Spencer was Luke Skywalker because I had a crush on Spencer and a crush on Luke Skywalker, and I thought Luke & Leia would end up together.' Of course, "Return of the Jedi" would reveal that Luke & Leia were siblings. Oops"
Yup, that's what everyone gets to read today. *smile* Dad will be SO proud, I'm sure.
Yesterday was the city election here for things such as Mayor, City Council members, & a few ballot initiatives that would change some city policies (ex: make planning commission follow a timeline, or something like that).
Anyway...the reason I'm really irked is that when I went to go VOTE, I was told I was the TWENTYSIXTH person to come vote in the precinct for our district. It was 3:30! Only 25 other people had come before me to vote! How ridiculous & sad is that?
If you couldn't tell, voting is a big deal to me. Politics used to be a really big deal to me, when I lived in my other city & knew most of the people on the city council, thanks to my job. I feel much more out of the loop/on the fringes here, but I still thought it was important to vote. When you vote, you are ATTEMPTING to affect change. It's not that hard to go color in a couple of little ovals with a pencil people! It makes me so upset that more people don't take advantage of our democratic process and voice their opinions. At the moment, I don't particularly CARE what the opinions are, just go vote dammit! Esp women. The Suffragettes didn't do all that work so that we would just twiddle our thumbs & NOT go vote! So...I guess I'll just end this w/ one final thought...
If you don't vote, you can't bitch. Well, I voted, so I'm bitchin!
(no, not those AT Mass, but you Catholic folk can comment if you'd like...sorry, just trying to make a bad pun, I guess.) Anyway...
Who of you (yes you) out there believe that "things happen for a reason"? Now, the reason can be one of your own...a higher power, fate, karma, God, what have you. But, basically, I'm asking if you belive in, in the big picture kind of sense, that things happen which we have no control over, but they need to happen, for some "reason" or another, which will (perhaps) be revealed to us later on in our lives?
I ask b/c there have been a lot of events/happenings in the last few years & for sure months, that can't necessarily be explained. And, they seem weird or bad or the opposite, good, but yet...somehow auspicious. Like, me being FIRED from my 1st job outta college, which ended up being a blessing in retrospect. (it was in the armpit of the state; my employers wondered how it was possible for me to be a Democrat. I told them, "easy, I checked the other box")
Yes, I know, today is another "Amy's being vague" day, but...things have been happening which've got me thinking. One thing in particular: a friend of mine, G, has met a girl (which he sort of already knew, but yet, not really) who has this inexplicable connection he feels w/ her. And, he was trying to justify that to me today. And, I guess I just feel happy for him, but bemused at the same time. (partly b/c this girl used to date one of G's friends/my exboyf from college, E. Poor E, all his friends keep dating his exes (way after the fact of course, but stilll) It was an interesting 20 minute convo, a good break in the work day. Anyway...what do you all think? Any similar instances in your lives?
I checked out the hotblogs stuff/list & I'm #75!!! Wow, that makes me feel like a stud. Even if it's #75, way down the list from a lot of others...It's almost like it MEANS something.
"The following is a list of occupations. Of this list, I must choose five of them and elaborate what I would do should I be enjoying this occupation. At the end, I may add some to the list and so can you, should you be chosen as my victim. And I get to choose three victims..."
If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer... If I could be a musician... If I could be a doctor... If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener... If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef... If I could be an architect... If I could be a linguist... If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian... If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer... If I could be an innkeeper... If I could be a professor... If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer... If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate... If I could be a midget stripper... If I could be a proctologist... If I could be a TV-Talk Show host... If I could be an actor... If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi... If I could be a mob boss... If I could be a backup singer... If I could be a CEO... If I could be a movie reviewer... If I could be a filmmaker... If I could be a sherpa... If I could be a ninja... If I could be a cab driver... If I could be a frosting tester... If I could be a swimsuit manufacturer... If I could be an astronaut... If I could be a dictator... If I could be an acrobat... If I could be an inventor...
Man, this is hard. OK... 1) If I could be a musician, I'd have to choose between my 2 loves. Do I turn into the coolest rocker chick alive, the female lead singer of band full of guys: a combo of Gwen Stefani, Madonna & Adam Delawhat'shisbucket from Rage Against the Machine? An innovartor of both style & music w/ social & political conscience? OR, do I b) become a professional flute/piccolo player w/ a well known & respected orchestra & travel around touring, wearing just concert black? (and bright red underwear underneath, to be just a bit saucy!) Either way, I'd be exposing kids to music, right?
2) If I could be a librarian, I would work SO very hard to instill love of books & reading in kids & I'd be a COOL librarian at school, not some evil scary old bat like the librarians when I was growing up.
3) If I could be a swimsuit manufacturer, I would somehow make the swimsuits have magical powers, so that everyone who wears them feels and looks like a gorgeous sun goddess & doesn't have the body issues that most women do when confronted w/ those pesky scraps of brightly colored lycra.
4) If I could be a movie reviewer, I'd probably kinda suck at it, but have a great time doing it. My weaknesses are for crappy movies and chick flicks & those tend to be just ok by most standards. But, I don't care. I'd be a realistic movie reviewer, b/c many times it seems the average audience isn't very choosy about their movies.
5) If I could be a writer, I could get all the crazy ideas out of my head & onto paper & have them a) make sense b) be interesting to others (besides myself) c) be able to convey them in a way that makes you not want to put down what it is that I've written d) have everyone (or at least a whole lotta people) identify w/ what it is that I've written about. And, apparently I'd get paid to do so. Sweet!
I hate, well, ok, it's annoying when they seemingly, well, yell at me, related to questions I pose about behavior I either may or have been engaging in. Like, I'm some kind of little kid or something. Now, I know they only do such things b/c they love me & don't want to see me get hurt, but 1/2 them I don't end up telling them stuff b/c I know that they'll just get on my case.
Well, today is Friday & normally that'd be cause for celebration. However, I'm not having a good day & so my one thought I'd like to share w/ you all today is:
At what point can you trust yourself? When do you know that you're not being a complete idiot & your gut, that rumbling in your brain, stomach & the flutter in your chest, is leading you the right direction?
Since I broke up w/ E, my college boyf, I've wondered about my choices I've made related to the opposite sex. M: a confusing, very often revisited "what if". J: a passionate pursuer and an egotistical jerk. T: a seemingly nice guy, a friend, who treats his female friends better than his girlfriends. A few misguided flings, and a revisitation of DH: a playa from my college days who swore he'd changed, yet he'd only refined his playa ways (read: smoother at them) (and, yes, M, I truly deserve that smack upside the head that I KNOW you're giving me right now)
So, w/ such a great track record, (and 3 of those in that long list, I thought were "it"/"the one"), I don't trust my judgment at all. And I'm not sure that I want to. Ya know?
It's not exactly what you think. We had a staff meeting just a big ago & learned we are NOT doing well on our big fundraiser. Not where we need to be in the least. We need to raise $150,000 this year for our organization & we keep losing people who've signed up to help us out. They're dropping like flies & unfortunately they're NOT dropping cash. This makes me very worried. I guess such is the world of non-profit. However, this is the only time of the year when I really hate my job & want to work somewhere else. I know that money is a concern in any profession, no matter what. But, it seems that we in the non-profit field feel the pinch & the scare more than most. It makes me have this yucky knotty feeling in my stomach, that has NOTHING to do w/ the fact that it's time for supper (& nothing sounds good).
So, it's supposed to get up to 72 degrees today. I hope so. I'm cold & I'm wearing a skirt & I'd like to not worry that even though I shaved my legs, the goosebumps will make all the hair grow back already. *Gah*
Ok, let's try this again--last time my computer shut down Explorer & said "i don't think so honey!"
It's Tuesday & that means NEW EPISODE OF GILMORE GIRLS!!! I'm so excited, but at the same time kinda peeved. The latest commercials have said they're only 3 or 4 more episodes left this season, which is a big rip! I swear, when I was younger (single digit ages for sure) that TV seaons stretched thru the whole school year, w/ no repeats, re-runs or pauses in programming during the September thru May stretch. This new era of shortened TV seasons blows ass.
But, at least there's a new episode tonight. I love that show.
"...and my eyelashes all in curl, I float like the clouds on air do, I enjoy being a girl"
No, this is NOT a nod to the Gap commercials w/ SJP, but to the old musical, which the name of is escaping me right now. Anyway...
On a whim 2 wknds ago, I bought this pseudo self-help book "Quiz Therapy", know yourself better thru quizzes, etc. Now, I realize that for the most part, it's just bunk, but it's darn fun & I LOVE taking silly quizzes in magazines & online, etc. So...
In this book is a quiz on whether you're a product junkie. Honey, I don't even have to take the thing to KNOW that I AM a product junkie. For example, I have 12 bottles of various stuff (shampoo, shower gel, conditioner) in my shower. I have a basket crammed full of hair do products (shine serum, gel, spray gel, scrunching junk to keep my curls super curly, mousse, detangler, etc) AND facial stuff (zit zappers & extra gentle soap b/c my face freaked out w/ the onslaught of 2005 & is super sensitive lately). Not to mention various creams & whatnot from makeup counters. I'm sure I have about 20 lipsticks (which would be one of those thing I have but don't use, such as mentioned in on of M's latest postings on Textual Poaching (http://wiccachicky.tblog.com" title="http://wiccachicky.tblog.com" target="_blank"http://wiccachicky.tblog.com) and, eyeliners, mascara, various pretty eyeshadows, etc. I used to joke, when I was in the news biz, to a fellow reporter that I was single handedly trying to keep the economy afloat by buying all this beauty stuff. And, try as I may, I can't stop. And, I can't weed out. I'm better at cleaning out my closet! *sigh*
And, I am UBER tired. I know that uber is over-used, but oh well. Today it works.
I'm tired b/c it's Monday (least fave day of the wk--so hard to come back to work after any wknd) & b/c my sleep schedule got all effed up this wknd. I ended up staying out late late (like 4/5 am) Friday and Saturday, prompting sleeping in till 1:00 both Saturday & Sunday. So, I'm tired & hungry today & feel all fuzzyheaded. But, otherwise in a good mood. ;-D
B/c of the tired & fuzzyheaded-ness so far, I have not much to say. Well, ok, not much I want to say right now. My date this wknd went well & I don't want to jinx it (or screw things up in any way) by talking too much about it. So, until I can manage to think of something else worth talking about...this is it for today. Bleagh, I know. Sorry so boring.
ALSO FROM BLOGTHINGS
Your Life Path Number Is 11
11
Your life path is greatly associated with spiritual awareness.
As one of the two master numbers, the 11 yields understanding and knowledge beyond the grasp of others.
The attitude toward life of those possessing this Life Path is somewhat extreme; extremely intuitive, avant-garde, idealistic, visionary, and cultured.
These extremes make you an interesting, if unusual person, with much to offer society.
The Life Path 11 person is deep-thinking, and you are no doubt interested in understanding many of life's mysteries and more intriguing facets.
Your inventive mind and broad-minded views will permit you to succeed in life in any number of ventures.
You can best serve society, however, in those endeavors utilizing your skills of counseling and guidance.
Much of your idealism is people oriented and quite humanitarian in nature.
You expect a great deal of yourself and of those to whom you are close.
On the negative side, there is a lot of nervous tension associated with the 11 life path, and you can be a difficult person to deal with because of this.
For this reason, relationships, at times, can be difficult.
This is a Life Path that seems to feature broad mood swings between the elation and depression.
You are likely to have trouble making decisions and getting your life in gear, so to speak.
There is a tendency for the 11 to harbor feelings of uneasiness, and dissatisfaction with accomplishments and personal progress in life.
Your grandiose schemes usually make sense, but you can get off the track and they can be very impractical.
You have a very distinct side that lacks common sense, and you are quite often unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
In this regard, you are perhaps more of a dreamer than a doer.
When you do get on target, your ideas seem to have been inspired on high.
Perhaps you are not a leader, but you are a visionary and a very talented idea person.
*You make a wand and try to use it.
*You call your least favorite teacher Snape.
*You call your favorite teacher Dumbledore.
*You wear robes to school or work.
*You make "floo powder", get in the fire, and try to go to your friends' house.
*You have read all the books more than four times.
*You've been bookstore at midnight to get the latest Harry Potter book before all your friends.
*You've worn a Harry Potter costume in public.
*You have a crush on one of the Harry Potter characters. (Gred & Forge)
*You've gotten at least one of your friends addicted to Harry Potter.
*You are upset at the New York Times for creating a seperate childrens best seller list because of the Harry Potter books.
*Using clues in the book, you have attempted to find the exact geographical location of Hogwarts.
*You have constructed a timeline of events in the Harry Potter books.
*You have attempted to figure out the exact ages of all the Weasley children?
*You have spent time contemplating which main characters will die by the time the series is over.
*You've been to see all the Harry Potter movies on opening night. (Bonus points for standing in line in costume!)
*You've read Harry Potter fanfic.
*You've written Harry Potter fanfic.
*You run a Harry Potter fansite.
*You visit The Leaky Cauldron daily.
*You've met other Harry Potter fans from online in real life.
*You've dreamed about Harry Potter.
*You have a Harry Potter poster on your wall.
*Each Halloween, there's no question what you'll dress up as...!
*You've spent time doing a timeline to see if you would have been old enough to date a certain character when you were in high school.
*You've vacationed to London, simply to search for the Leaky Cauldron.
*You own a black lab named Sirius Black.
*You've knitted a Weasley sweater or Harry Potter scarf.
*You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Harry Potter.
