I take comfort in the fact that there still exists two Harry Potter books that have not yet been made into movies.
Today I finished the fifth book. I'll start the next one soon, and instead of combining images from my imagination and the movies, everything I read will be translated into my own idea of what's going on. I like that.
I do not, however, like the feeling of these darn wisdom teeth growing in. My tongue keeps migrating to the mostly-but-not-all-the-way grown in teeth, like when I was little and my baby were being exchanged for adult ones.
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I have to get mine out soon. We should do it together, then be drugged up little sad bobots drinking slurpees.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, when I read the HP books, I hate thinking about the movies, I liked my imagination better the first time around.