So, here I am, at school over the summer. Working. Today, i asked myself why I decided to do this, and I couldn't give myself anything good. But a great friend of mine called after that, and while I was talking to her, I found myself wishing I were in Arizona.

But it's okay. Even though I'm broke, possibly crazy, possibly stupid and very confused, I'm kinda happy.

And I still love Harry Potter.
It's not that weird, is it? I've watched people parse it, tear it apart and bring it to the level of a badly written children's book that doesn't deserve any merit or acclaim but.. I just don't feel that way.

Harry Potter made me happy. It defined important parts of my development. Overall, plainly and simply. So, they can bash it and bomb it.. but i honestly don't give a flying fuck. It's lovely that I feel like I can say this, and I think it means I've grown up a little. For the first time in my life, I am asserting my likes and dislikes without regard towards those of my peers.

And it feels great. Though my mother says I've always been incredibly selfish.. I reject that opinion. And my friends, old and new, say I should be more selfish. As much as I'd like that to be the case, that is also wrong.

I think I should just be more.. myself now. :3

Anyway, I love you and miss you, my happy Arizona friends. I will see you in mid August, and I hope we may frolic, and be happy and ourselves, and we can talk about Harry Potter and Adventure time, and all the silly things our hearts desire. Because why the hell shouldn't we?

This is Lazy Overachiever, signing out.