Self-discipline is not one of my strong points. I can't say to myself, write five pages of your paper and then as a reward go watch Harry Potter. No no. I just blow everything off and go watch Harry Potter.

Third time in three weeks, yes, I am a huge loser. This time only feel the need to say a) Harry's scar was never on the wrong side of his forehead; Alfonso was just having fun with mirrors and I think he is absolutely fucking brilliant b) Remus and Sirius' hug in the Shrieking Shack only solidifies my conviction that they so totally want each other c) Gary Oldman is such a freaking hottie.¹

¹ *adopts Dory voice* Are you tired of hearing it? 'Cause I'm not tired of saying it—

I packed last night. Yep, I have a little over a week to go, and I'll all packed except for my clothes. Most of my clothes are not going with me, because I bought a ridiculous amount of books here and I refuse to put myself through the torture of lugging two suitcases around again. So it's just a matter of separating out what goes to charity and packing the last items as I wear them this week. Then I'm all set!

I know I wouldn't even think about starting these papers at this point if I were in Marietta, but I'm giving myself this massive guilt trip about them for some reason. Probably because I spend most days doing absolutely nothing. Blah, 8 days.

8 days! That's nothing. I'm starting to get excited. Also Gary Oldman is an attractive man. So I'm generally in a good mood these days. Weird, but good.

la la.