I'm talking about this:
Which Sebastian painted for me last night. It's a lot cooler irl, but I think it looks rather awesome here, too. I have some pretty incredible people in my life.
In other news (as if it's an afterthought!!) tonight I'm going to see the movie version of my favorite book ever written, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I'm wearing scattered Gryffindor garb (tie, scarf, probably robes, maybe glasses, might even splurge on an eyeliner forehead scar) and going with my brother, sister, and good friend, Kathleen. Kathleen will be dressed better than I will, which is precisely why I'm seeing it with her. Half of me is thrilled, half of me is [pure-blooded (lol)] nervous, like I've handed my best friend over to Warner Brothers and am waiting for them to create a clone. It'll never, ever be my best friend, but hopefully it'll be better than my enemies, you know?
As for VBS, the slow-burning torture burns slowly onward. Today I led kids around the third floor of the church in a "parade" to the tune of "Every Move I Make," allowing them to drown out the music with shakers and drum sticks and jingle bells. Four-year-olds have difficulty following in a line. I have difficulty smiling through chaos. It doesn't help that my partner is a singer/pianist/guitarist, whereas I just try to grin widely enough so nobody notices I can barely hit the high notes in "This Little Light of Mine." Ah, well. That's why I'm a superghettofly rap star. That, and my constant need to slap a ho.
Sexy: #dumbledore, especially this LOL-worthy tweet from @kristinahorner.
Unsexy: Michael Gambon. "DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE?!" No, Gambon, I didn't. But I might put my foot in your ass.
Chipotle burritos this year: 23
S'mores this summer: 3
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3