Soo, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (part 1) is FINALLY out in theaters today!
*geeky, spazzy, happy dance*
And I’m SOOOOOOOOO excited about it, I hardly slept a wink last night! ‘Cuz if there’s one thing I really rock at, it’s getting ridiculously overexcited about all things Potterific!
(I mean, please, you’re talking to a girl who made a Voldemort piñata out of paper mache all so she could enjoy watching Voldemort getting his butt beaten.)
(Three diferent times.)
Ahhhhhh, I love me some Harry Potter!!!!
I’ve already reread book 7 (for the fourth time) up to the point where the movie will be split, just so it’s all fresh in my head. And my Hogwarts schoolgirl costume (hubba hubba) has been unearthed and is hanging in the closet waiting to be worn.
(Yes, out in public.)
(If I can still squeeze myself into it.)
And Scope, Gwen and I already have our tickets to catch the movie tonight once Gwen is back from school and Scope is back from work. But, still, I’m torn…. It’s almost like there is a wee evil horcrux-making devil whispering in one ear…. while a tiny lightning bolt-scarred angel is whispering in the other….
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “Psssst! Hey, you! Ginger!”
Me: “Whaaa—? You talkin’ to me?”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “Duh. D’you see Carrot Top here, honey?!”
Me: “Uhh. No. No, thank God!! Christ, that would suck big hairy hyena ba—”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “Shut up! I’ve got an idea. Listen up. Scope’s at work today, right?”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “And your kid is at school, right?”
Me: “….Yeah…. And?”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “Well, then why not sneak your Muggle self on over to the theater and catch the movie now? Huh? You could see it twice! You know you want to. Who’s here to stop you?”
Me: “But the three of us are going to see it togeth—“
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “Pfffffft! They’ll never know! That’s the beauty of it!”
Tiny Lightning Bolt-Scarred Angel: “NO! STOP! DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!”
Me: “*gasp* Are you my Harry-Potter-shoulder-angel-voice-of-reason-conscience-thingie?!”
Tiny Lightning Bolt-Scarred Angel: “Yes, genius. Nice schoolgirl outfit. I can see right down your shir—well, never mind. Listen, ignore the Dork Lord over there, ‘kay? He’s a putz. Just walk away. Seeing the movie behind your family’s back would be awesome, yeah, but it would also be selfish and wrong. Repeat after me: It would be SELFISH and WRONG.”
Me: “It would be—wait, you can see down my what?!”
Tiny Lightning Bolt-Scarred Angel: “*whistling innocently*”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “C’mon, don't listen to that guy! He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm gonna lead you down the path that ROCKS!!”
Tiny Lightning Bolt-Scarred Angel: “Oh, come off it!”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “YOU come off it!”
Tiny Lightning Bolt-Scarred Angel: “You!”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “You!”
Tiny Lightning Bolt-Scarred Angel: You!”
Wee Evil Horcrux-Making Devil: “You infinity!”
Tiny Lightning Bolt-Scarred Angel: “Grrr.”
You see what I mean, right? These opinionated, runty, Emperor’s New Groove-plagiarizing, little dudes have been arguing in my ears for days. And I’m so confused! Should I stay? Should I go? Or should I whack ‘em both with a flyswatter? WHAT?!?!