Boy, does it seem that that director position of the Harry Potter movies is like the DADA position in the books?

It does seem cursed. Ever since Chris Columbus left, the movies have not only gotten worse, but also longer and with rather poorer actors.

Damn it all.

Sure, I loved GoF. I've seen it three time since Friday evening. I was ecstatic that Snape got to show more of his humour, and also that I got to see him scale a ladder in his potions stores room (insert swoon).

Durmstrang was fantastic, Madame Maxine was just as elegantly gigantic as I had imagined, and the Beauxbatons girls were perfectly gorgeous and snooty.

Some of our original characters, though, were ... sub-par.

Dumbledore, for instance. Would Dumbledore show the rage or resignation that Gambon gave him in the movie? Certainly, Gambon can give us the eccentric, wacky Dumbledore that we love, but it took Richard Harris to give us the dignified, eloquent, cryptic Dumbledore whom we revere and mourn.

Ron turned into too much of a bitch, way too quickly. There were many ways that the director could have made the transition much smoother.

The movie seemed focused too much on the Triwizard Tournament. It's been years since I've read GoF, but the entire book wasn't so entirely absorbed in it. Was it? Either way, there was too much focus on the tournament, with not enough intellectual digging into it by Hermione. I mean, damn.

Though right now, I'm kind of busy and went off on a tangent, so ... I'm just gonna finish this later. Perhaps.

I almost forgot -- I did end up going to the doctor for my headaches.

They're stress headaches, apparently. That's why aspirin doesn't get rid of them. So, I got pills.

Dr. Rho, my doctor, is notorious for giving out pills. He's the hook-up for every pill head on the island. Poor guy, he's got good intentions, but how can you find definitive physical symptoms of anxiety, or stress, or slight joint pain? You have to trust the patient and give them their Xanax, Imitrex, or Celebrex. He's a funny little dude, too. A Chinese immigrant, you can only understand about 1/5 of what he's saying, but what you can decipher is hilarious.

He gave me Fioricet, which makes me loopy as fuck, and ridiculously unable to function at my normal caliber in everyday life.

The alternatives are headaches of the like that I'd expect Minerva to hack her way from inside my skull at any moment.

Most of you know my stance on pills. My only other option is to reduce my stress, without the aid of the pills. But how does one 'reduce stress' when I couldn't even tell I was stressed to begin with?

This sucks.

Oh boy! It's almost Christmas!

Well ... once we make it past the Thanksgiving milestone.

Man. I really hate Thanksgiving. Everything about it is just so UGLY. I mean, cornucopiae, turkeys, pilgrims, brown. Yuck. The only thing to do on Thanksgiving is chill out with alot of people and stuff yourself silly. Gross.

Traditional Thanksgiving food isn't really even that fantastic -- Turkey [usually dry and gross], Ham [greasy and salty], Sweet Potatoes [ vomit inducing  ], and some sort of casserole or stuffing [ blegh ].

But Christmas. Oh man, how nice is Christmas? Presents, cool weather, decorations in the historic downtown area, carols, the Mall Santa, !!!!CANDY CANES!!!!. How much better than Thanksgiving could you possibly get?

What did you guys do for Halloween?

I broke out the glitter, false eyelashes, and 4-inch-heels and took my queeny self to a friend's shindig. I occasionally passed out candy to the kids coming around.

I read onewhodreams' post, and my night seems signifigantly less ... signifigant. All in all, it was an uneventful night.

Doctor on Thursday for unceasing, vicious, splitting headaches.

Wow.

SO. That was a pretty fucking long hiatus.

What is it now, almost Halloween? Geez. I suck at keeping promises.

Tell me what's been up.

Go on. Do it.

I care.

Really.

As for me, I've been up and down the east coast since this time last year, and am finally back home.

How anticlimactic.

At least now I'm back to my old ways of chilling out, watching old episodes of Undergrads, and drinking grain alcohol with my friend's mother.

That, of course, and fighting tooth and fucking nail to finish these damnable courses and working my ass off at the same time.

So, how are you?

No, really.

C'mon. I care.