My little secret...

This weekend has been a time of relaxation for me. In the past couple of weeks, I've been feeling that I might drown in all that needs to be completed for school (homework, midterms, papers, and even finding roommates for an apartment next year-- boy was that stressful), coming home was just what the doctor ordered. It was wonderful to be able to come home, virtually homework free (with the exception of a wonderful book for my Lit. and Culture class that I needed to read)...so, when i turned on the TV, you can imagine to joyful squeal I let out to discover that it was a Harry Potter Weekend!!! Harry Potter is my equivalent to heroine for a druggie, I just can't get enough! I've been involved in a love affair with that spectacle wearing wizard since I was 10; given the chance, I would marry Daniel Radcliffe...don't judge.




How cute was he in the first movie?!



I'm gonna let my freak flag fly for about two minuets here and tell you all...it is my dream to go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter! It's going to be part of my Honeymoon Extravaganza ( I proclaimed this to my family last night and they laughed at me...I'm completely serious, Adam Scott- my future husband- can surely afford to take me on an extravaganza.) Growing up, I was always that kid that wished they could go to Hogwarts in the worst way...shoot, I'm still that kid! Wouldn't Hogwarts me so much better than Jessup? Am I right or am I right??

I feel like I may cry after the last movie comes out. I haven't quite figured out if I'll cry because it is the last movie, or if I'll cry because it signifies the end of my childhood. I've literally grown up with Harry Potter (Emma Watson and I are the same age); the end of Harry Potter means the end of an era. I've gone from a child to an adult in the time span of the saga that is Harry Potter; I'll miss those days. I remember my mom coming home from the store with the newest book for me; I remember coming home from Church camp in the summer to see the new book propped up on my pillow, and I remember marking my calender for midnight movie premiers with my friends. And yes, I was that girl that watched the last movie and cried for Dobby and Hedwig (heck, I cried while reading the last book). Don't judge. I am in love with Harry Potter.

Now that I've shared this embarrassing little secret with you all, don't judge me dear readers!

Dobby! The cutest house elf this side of the pond