Thursday, November 18, 2010

HPDH, y'all!

I'm so fucking pumped to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows tomorrow. Are you fucking pumped? Great. We'll be fucking pumped together.


The Union Square subway station is plastered with promotional posters that have been haunting me for weeks. Every time I look at them I feel like my heart is going to explode. Do I sound like a nerd? Fine. I'm a nerd. Avada kedavra me already. I had hoped to go to a midnight showing this evening, but I wasn't able to find tickets to any theater that DOESN'T have a reputation of having bedbugs (bedbugs are my Lord Voldemort. Neither of us can live while the other survives, which is why I'm writing this from the grave). But tomorrow? Hoo, boy! I'm gonna drink some wine, eat some barbecue, watch me some HP and it's gonna be totally awesome. Do they make special Gryffindor diapers? 'Cause, heads up, I'll probably poop myself.

Also, can we take a moment to appreciate what lovely adults Harry, Ron and Hermione have grown into?


Especially Emma Watson. How come no one will recognize how adorable Emma Watson is?

4 comments:

Molly Crickman said...

I'M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!

Librarian Girl said...

Dude, I am fucking pumped too!

I am also slightly scared of myself because I think I might cry. During a Harry Potter movie. Dweebie.

Madeleine Davies said...

Uh, I cried in the first two minutes of the movie. So, there's that.

Brian said...

The Spanish-language Seventeen isn't called Diecisiete? (Yes I clicked on every link to a picture of Emma Watson.)

Bonus point: En la serie de Harry Potter, 17 hoces de plata equivalen a un galeon de oro. Esto tambiƩn es el precio de una onza de higado de dragon.