my heart is a glorious machine;

So, I looked at my schedule, and have realised to my horror that I am going to be out of town on 21 July. This is all wrong. Fate has conspired against me. I mean, this is a holiday I'm excited about and all -- Dad and I are going to the Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival in upstate New York, and I'm going to see Nickel Creek! and the Duhks and Bela Fleck and loads of other fantastic musicians and I've been looking forward to it for months -- so it isn't as bad as it would have been if I were stuck someplace at which I had little desire to be on 21 July. I plan to bicycle frenziedly to Waldenbooks first thing Monday morning. If I could read while bicycling, I would. I may try. This will result in disaster, of course, but I am not sure I can resist. I will also be dressed in a Tonks-like manner. (This is amusingly easy, because a) I suspect my wardrobe bears a frightening similarity to Tonks', minus the Weird Sisters t-shirts, and b) I look exactly like Tonks! Er, like she could, anyway. Ah, metamorphmagi!) There will be photographs.

So, since it's my first, last, and only chance to do so, I am going to theorise. Prepare to be lorded over for months if anything I predict comes true, even a bit. (TRAP/CARISSA AHAHAHA. Sorry, tiny fandom. Still, I WAS RIGHT.)



Furthermore, because it is awesome:

My Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom is: Sirius Black accidentally destroys all of Scotland with the help of a small zombie bat. Get your Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom

AHAHA, I'VE RUINED IT FOR YOU ALL NOW!