I first saw Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone when it debuted on HBO. I was home from school for a week with a nasty flu. Since the movie seemed to be in constant rotation, I just had it on TV perpetually while I drifted in and out of sleep. Not a very mentally taxing movie, soothing music... it was really just what I needed.RIVETING.
Unfortunately, since then, I cannot watch it without becoming very sleepy. A total Pavlovian response. It's so bad, in fact, that when Seth and I recently went to see Azkaban, he kept leaning over and warning me not to fall asleep.
So, last night, we finally sat down to watch Wizard People, Dear Reader. And within 20 minutes, I had to go to bed!! It was 9:30, people!!
Contrast that with this entry from May 15, 2006:
Don't write about me.Not so boring! But, like, 23% fiction. The good part, where it sounds like I'm pissed off about something. So... yeah. The end.
I mean it, don't write about me.
I would never write about you.
Don't write about me.
I'm not writing about you. I'm writing about someone exactly like you.
Today is your birthday, the Ides of May, a fact which I had honestly forgotten until Yahoo! so cruelly reminded me. I remember the first of your birthdays that we spent together. You asked me to write you a poem, and then you broke up with me throwing accusations left and right. I smashed my favorite coffee mug against a wall that night. But I already had the damn thing written and I gave it to you anyway, and left you sitting in the stairwell, crying. I should have burned it.
You always thought you knew me so well, but you didn't know me at all. And you still don't. That you've dropped out of my life is such a relief; it's exhausting to feel so sorry for someone all the time. But your ghostly presence remains, in conversations with mutual friends, a slip of your name in drunken babbling, birthday reminders from online calendars. God willing, this will be my last commemoration of the date, and the exorcism will be complete.