Darn Harry Potter...

Major disadvantage to thick books? At a certain point in the night where you'd be just tired enough to be half-dreaming as you read, the book instead becomes too heavy to hold up anymore and you just have to fall asleep. So, I'm still not done with Harry Potter yet. I feel so behind... people are already starting to let the spoilers go, since they figure everyone's gotten to it by now. Instead of treading carefully on the internet, I think I'm going to go sit outside and finish it. Hehehe. There are no clouds out! No clouds! So, if you need me today, you're going to have to call me. Especially sketchyheart, because I was aiming to invite myself over and come harass you tonight (the suspense over what you're hiding for me is getting worse), since I don't have to work until six tomorrow. I'd bring you Good Omens, but I don't want to distract you from your AP reading, after all. (I'm not that evil. Usually. I know how hard it is to get through those stupid books).

Oh, and completely unrelated to books (or anything, really, as my dreams often are), I somehow managed to have a dream last night where I was serving a medium popcorn to some random guy in the woods and after I was done, he handed the popcorn back to me and told me I had to be the new Easter Bunny. Thankfully it had nothing to do with being an actual bunny, and basically I had to run around like a ninja dressed all in black stealthily hiding easter baskets for young children. And for some reason there was this random bit on a beach and since I couldn't hide from the kids I magically hid their baskets in the sand and then wrote Happy Easter over it and told them to dig for them. And at some point I ended up looking through pajamas and hospital scrubs in some sort of army surplus store that was owned by Jin Uzuki. And the old Easter Bunny man was still following me around and telling me that he was impressed that I wasn't using my magic to make the clothes exactly what I wanted. Little did he know that being a ninja was exactly what I wanted.... but that didn't come up in the dream, either. I told him that I saw that as cheating. So, there you have it. I am now the Easter Bunny. Oh, and Johnny Depp was in my bed with me at some point. I don't know what to think of that... Just... lying there. I dunno... very strange.

And, since I can waste a little bit of time, here's a random meme so I can muse about how I don't have enough random internet people on my friends list:

Copy your friends list. Bold the ones you have met in real life and italicize the ones you have talked with on the phone. With anybody you have only spoken to online, do nothing.

antipixie, babb_chronicles, becada422, bugboy3001, chocolatemoose, cleanloins, cloakedwraith, framed_hope, hime1999, hisspit, kovie, llamaninja, mustangactor, oneleft_twist, rainbowgirl28, random_prophet, renegadelilly, saturnsmoons, sketchyheart, stephalina, wigu, windresistant

So... letsee. Two people that I'd only meet at conventions. One that isn't really a person. And approximately four people I know only online. I need more internet friends!