My excuse for going to the movies alone tonight was that when I got back from SA everyone who was willing to see the new Harry Potter had already seen it. Therefore, it left me no other choice than to sneak into the theatre (after I paid for my movie ticket bought a popcorn and Cherry Coke for myself) and straight up relish in Harry for a while... solo. He was great, as usual, as was Hermione and Ron.
Years ago in my old college days... or maybe a couple of months ago... who's counting. I was traveling through the terrible week of rush, visiting each sorority house and hoping that I got the one I wanted.
This was during the early stages of Harry Potter, before Hermione turned into the beatiful swan and was still crawling through awkward puberty.
Anyhow, the final night arrived when I had to choose which house I wanted to be part of. I left after voting feeling nervous and terrified that I wouldn't get the sorority I wanted.
Which I didn't and couldn't be more happy about my outcome
I'm on the bus traveling back to Patterson, the all girls freshman dorm, and a fellow rushie comes right up to me and says, "I've seen you around this week and you look exactly like Hermione Granger, do you watch the Harry Potter movies?".
You mean bushie haird, ain't never seen tweezers Hermione... yeah, I've seen the film now go away before I push you down tall, thin, silk straight brunette hair girl.
I then began crying. College was hard enough one week in without someone calling you Hermione Granger.
This story being said. I would love for someone to say to me NOW, "Why Merrette you look identical to Hermione Granger in The Deathly Hallows Part I".
Why thankyou, stranger. Here's a kiss.
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