A note to all: Xanga automatically posted the last blog. Not me. I am not bringing Xanga back. Also Xanga, I hate you for breaking my record of no posts.

In opposition to this coorporation's presumptuous activities, I propose that no one posts for one week. Freakin' fascists.

What to say, what to say.....

This past Friday evening, in a moment of mental weakness, I attended a "Coming Out" party in honor of the 7th and final Harry Potter book at Barnes&Noble. Now, I'd been to one of these before, with these same friends, a few years ago for the 3rd book I believe, and swore that I'd never return to witness the horror of the almost cult-like fans. If only I would have had the evidence I have today, to review as a warning to myself of what was to come.
The evening began with Audrey, one of the more zealous HP followers, attempting to slam me against a minivan and draw the infamous scar of Potter on my forehead - to help me blend with the festivities.




In other news - I'm flying on a plane this week, leaving the ES timezone for the first time evers

Hola people. Summer is going well. Busy with taking care of my brothers, doing their 4 tutoring subjects, and work at Talbot's. I've switched my employment from AT Loft to Talbot's - it was a long time coming and I was pretty much the only one left of all the old employees of the last 2 years, kinda sad.
     Talbot's is really good, a great change. The clothes are so freakin' expensive there's no drive to buy anything, it's more of an older women's clothing style as well. My fellow associates are all much older than me, one of whom I can't scan the clothing with the price scanner (PDT) while she's around because it may set off her defibrillator, lol. They've found out I'm single and I'm now having to fend off the "Well, you know I have a son/grandson your age, such a nice boy..." comments.

     So today, I was making some chocolate chip cookies with my brother, Daniel. I turn around to tell him to grab the salt and i see this-