Thanks to a combination of clementines, snow days (finally!), sleeping late and Harry Potter, I seem to have finally kicked the persistent cold with a side of feverish delirium that has been plaguing me for the past week and a half. But not before I (1) went for a haircut and ended up with side-bangs, and (2) joined Twitter.
So, yes. Twitter. You may have previously heard me saying that I just don't get it. Who needs to know when you're going to the grocery store and when you're at the gym? No one, that's who! Right? Right!
But then I read a comment on Janet's site referencing something she'd twittered about, and I wanted to see that particular post (or "tweet," if you will), damnit! But Twitter wouldn't show it to me until I created a username. So, fine, I created Twitter username. (This was a particularly slow evening, in case you couldn't tell.) And then the next thing I knew I suddenly I had a Twitter "account" and was following 20 people. And now I am addicted; the end.
Let's talk a bit about everyone's favorite boy wizard. I have had Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone sitting on my shelf ever since I bought it at a garage sale several years ago, but I never felt compelled to read it. I finally picked it up in December, hoping it could save me from a particularly rough patch of post-Twilight depression... and I have to tell you, I was not that impressed. It was a cute kid's book and a quick read, but it was no Twilight; THAT's for sure. I felt the same way about Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, however, I really really liked. Really, really, really. I panicked a bit when I realized on Thursday -- just as I was leaving for a 2-hour train ride to New Jersey -- that the collection of Potter books I'd borrowed from my friend was missing Book #4, but I've now procured my brother's copy and I daresay I'm close to being completely hooked. I really didn't think it was possible to get any nerdier than being a 28-year-old Twilight fangirl with three cats and a blog, but it turns out I was wrong! You can also be a 28-year-old vampire nerd who texts in Twitter updates about Harry Potter! Five years after liking Harry Potter was cool!