Okay, thats it, I can't take it any more. The Harry Potter freak in me must get out. I'll keep it vague, but I dunno exactly what I'm gonna say, so y'all might not wanna read this if you haven't finished HP5.
It is so depressing. All the other books were so happy. Even the fourth one wasn't as sad. Especially the fact of who it is that dies...okay, okay, I won't say who, but yeah, sum one dies. Deal with it. I certainly can't. At least Katie and I spent the whole day pondering on it. We both were very depressed today. Here are the following reasons of why I am depressed:
~Harry Potter 5. Why does it end like that? It just...ends. Sadness...
~Safety Town. The only, only, only, kid I like out of the three got bitten by a spider. A Brown Recluse. Or omething like that. Apparntaly, they are the deadliest spiders around this area. And this firefighter (yeah, I got driven back to ST by a fireman b/c Olivia sent the bus off without me, the bitch) said that he knew this grown guy who got bitten by one- just once, and was in the hospital for a month. Zach's 5. AHHHHHHH
~Soccer Camp. Those two words have the power to sink me deep into sadness.
~Cameron just needs to explode- all of his stupid water mght help hm with that.
Yeah, these are just the main things. I also haven't eaten anything, b/c I am depressed. Its weird how a stupid book can do this to me. (its not real, its not real, gotta keep telling myself that.) Plus I wake up this morning and couldn't breathe. It was weird. Maybe I have SARS.
Aren't we all surprised I wrote? I actually found time. Caitlin, you haven't been online, I hope to assume that you are reading. I'll be disappointed in you otherwise.
later daiz