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ifeelbetterSo, you know how every couple of entries in this journal re-affirm how I should not be left in charge of my own life/soul, let alone the grades of impressionable teens? YES. This is one of those entries.
I saw Harry Potter in the middle of the night last night because, dammit, it is ingrained, sir, twill endure wind and weather--and YES I quote Shakespeare in a totally douchetastic way--but HARRY. YES. He's been important in my life for a long time and I will never, ever care if the movies are (a) good, (b) accurate, or (c) infantalizing. I JUST WON'T. I refuse. I'm a conscientious objector to any discussion about quality and Harry Potter.
BUT I TOTALLY LOVED THIS MOVIE. As a movie, as a Harry Potter movie, as a thing to do with two+ hours of my life. I LOVED IT. And, Dobby, you will ALWAYS be the free elf of my heart. I raise my glass to you, sir.
But THEN. AFTERWARD. I got home in the wee hours of the morning and thought to myself, Self (as you do when you address yourself) Self, I thought, it'd be silly to set an alarm for the morning. You don't have anywhere to be till 3 PM. Even you can't sleep that late.
I would like to inform Last Night Self that she is STUPID. Because I woke up at 2:55PM and had to bike to campus sans coffee and sit through a whole bureaucratic bullshit session on whether "First Year Composition" is a hurtful title for the course that is, in fact, a composition class for first years because sometimes sophomores and juniors end up there after failing multiple times and we wouldn't want to hurt their dainty feelings, now would we also without cofffeeeee.
So, kids, today's lesson is this: Harry Potter should not dissuade you from setting an alarm.
Or something.
On the plus side, I got accepted to a panel on Darwin at the NeMLA this year--held at my undergrad! I can stay at home, chill with my dad, reboot my native Jersey-ness. It will be AWESOME.
I saw Harry Potter in the middle of the night last night because, dammit, it is ingrained, sir, twill endure wind and weather--and YES I quote Shakespeare in a totally douchetastic way--but HARRY. YES. He's been important in my life for a long time and I will never, ever care if the movies are (a) good, (b) accurate, or (c) infantalizing. I JUST WON'T. I refuse. I'm a conscientious objector to any discussion about quality and Harry Potter.
BUT I TOTALLY LOVED THIS MOVIE. As a movie, as a Harry Potter movie, as a thing to do with two+ hours of my life. I LOVED IT. And, Dobby, you will ALWAYS be the free elf of my heart. I raise my glass to you, sir.
But THEN. AFTERWARD. I got home in the wee hours of the morning and thought to myself, Self (as you do when you address yourself) Self, I thought, it'd be silly to set an alarm for the morning. You don't have anywhere to be till 3 PM. Even you can't sleep that late.
I would like to inform Last Night Self that she is STUPID. Because I woke up at 2:55PM and had to bike to campus sans coffee and sit through a whole bureaucratic bullshit session on whether "First Year Composition" is a hurtful title for the course that is, in fact, a composition class for first years because sometimes sophomores and juniors end up there after failing multiple times and we wouldn't want to hurt their dainty feelings, now would we also without cofffeeeee.
So, kids, today's lesson is this: Harry Potter should not dissuade you from setting an alarm.
Or something.
On the plus side, I got accepted to a panel on Darwin at the NeMLA this year--held at my undergrad! I can stay at home, chill with my dad, reboot my native Jersey-ness. It will be AWESOME.
