Some people are saying in one the numerous hp lj communities that Snape is totally gay in the movie. Nooooooo! I don't want him to be gay. He doesn't seem gay in the books (so far).
I think I should be able to finish book two tonight, and hopefully book three by the end of the week so I can go see the movie. Ideally, I'd like to finish all the books before summer school starts on Monday, but I don't know if that will happen. There's some transportation problems with going to Milwaukee, and like I said if Neil's not going, I have a total excuse not to go since I'm so not fucking sitting smooshed between two people in a car for an hour with dumbass pothead Nate smoking up with all these high way patrol assholes around, and I just remembered that Neil probably can't go anyway since he's working 8 am at the bakery on Sundays for most of the summer, so I'm pretty much off the hook. That's pretty bad when you think up excuses to avoid your friends. I guess I'm more of a loner than that I thought, or maybe this is just a phase.
I actually referred to Neil as my boyfriend today (not in front of him, of course). He's not, really, but it's either I say that or call him "the guy I've been seeing lately" because he's not just a friend.
I'm taking a month off from the bookstore for my summer class, seeing as how there are pretty much no times that work for me to come in this month. I was volunteering today and Allen was there and he said something like "I'm going to have spank if you if you do x again" or something like that, which was weird more in that it didn't bother me because it probably should've. He's like 60, and I'm not attracted to him at all, but it was like one of those things where if some creepy guy (i.e. some guy who gives me the creeps) comes up and tells me I'm pretty or says something vaguely sexual, it bothers me, but if it's not someone I feel threatened by, I really don't care. A lot of people would probably say I'm supposed to care if people are making sexual comments about me, but it doesn't bother me, so why should I care? None of it is in professional situations anyway, and I make sexual comments about people, well, women at least; I don't know any guys hot enough to be worthy of sexual comments, except possibly Neil, and I don't want to tell Melanie that Neil has a big penis because he's her friend and that might weird her out. I guess it's just something I take as a compliment, and I don't see anything wrong with that. If it bothered me, that'd be different, and no one I'm working with ever says anything like that because you just don't say things like that at work, or at least I don't think people should, and if it's an informal setting, I'm going to make damn sure to tell someone if they're bothering me, as opposed to work where I can't just tell some guy to fuck off because he'll probably complain to the librarian or something.
I think I should be able to finish book two tonight, and hopefully book three by the end of the week so I can go see the movie. Ideally, I'd like to finish all the books before summer school starts on Monday, but I don't know if that will happen. There's some transportation problems with going to Milwaukee, and like I said if Neil's not going, I have a total excuse not to go since I'm so not fucking sitting smooshed between two people in a car for an hour with dumbass pothead Nate smoking up with all these high way patrol assholes around, and I just remembered that Neil probably can't go anyway since he's working 8 am at the bakery on Sundays for most of the summer, so I'm pretty much off the hook. That's pretty bad when you think up excuses to avoid your friends. I guess I'm more of a loner than that I thought, or maybe this is just a phase.
I actually referred to Neil as my boyfriend today (not in front of him, of course). He's not, really, but it's either I say that or call him "the guy I've been seeing lately" because he's not just a friend.
I'm taking a month off from the bookstore for my summer class, seeing as how there are pretty much no times that work for me to come in this month. I was volunteering today and Allen was there and he said something like "I'm going to have spank if you if you do x again" or something like that, which was weird more in that it didn't bother me because it probably should've. He's like 60, and I'm not attracted to him at all, but it was like one of those things where if some creepy guy (i.e. some guy who gives me the creeps) comes up and tells me I'm pretty or says something vaguely sexual, it bothers me, but if it's not someone I feel threatened by, I really don't care. A lot of people would probably say I'm supposed to care if people are making sexual comments about me, but it doesn't bother me, so why should I care? None of it is in professional situations anyway, and I make sexual comments about people, well, women at least; I don't know any guys hot enough to be worthy of sexual comments, except possibly Neil, and I don't want to tell Melanie that Neil has a big penis because he's her friend and that might weird her out. I guess it's just something I take as a compliment, and I don't see anything wrong with that. If it bothered me, that'd be different, and no one I'm working with ever says anything like that because you just don't say things like that at work, or at least I don't think people should, and if it's an informal setting, I'm going to make damn sure to tell someone if they're bothering me, as opposed to work where I can't just tell some guy to fuck off because he'll probably complain to the librarian or something.