R.I.P. (Insert Harry Potter Spoiler Here)

i've finished the final harry potter book, so i'm officially re-entering the world.

all i'm saying is WTF rose and hugo. and WTF mid-evil times for costing $50.

It's Poppin'? It's Poppin'!

this entry has no planning nor structure, but i'm just going to go with it because i'm basically a blog master.

so in montreal, we "stupefied" men with our beauty, visited some very disorienting/fun discotheques, took in great quantities of second hand marijuana smoke and made ourselves famous in a predominantly gay karaoke bar. how many of you can say that you've actually seen a lesbian sing a rendition of a bryan adams song that brought her partner to tears? that's what i thought.

other than that, most of our time was spent flirting with, then evading creepy guys. (one of which tried to sell us grills! one of which asked me "what style do you like to...have fun?"... at which point i bolted.) also, i met the canadian love of my life, mike seamus o'walmers, who just happens to be homeless and quite possibly addicted to heroin. i have a feeling that we're going to be able to work it out though.

tonight my family played apples to apples (which is all i really need to say if you know my family, because you can probably imagine from there). the highlights include my dad saying that he believes in global warming, but he doesn't believe in al gore, and my mom asserting her sage wisdom that "some magic tricks are scary". i'm going to hell because i paired "Anne Frank" with "Glitzy", and amy is going to hell because she chose it as the winner. also, ninjas are more frightening than flying monkeys.

aside from that, i'm anxious to get back to delaware, move into le nouveaux apartment and start classes (as pathetic as that sounds.) but hey, i'm taking biblical/classical literature and herbology! why not be excited?

speaking of excited... NEWHARRYPOTTERJULY21ST. let's celebrate at borders at midnight. i think i'll wear my special cape this time. yes, i have a special cape. also, i have no dignity.

my birthday is approaching. buy me a fondue set. medieval times anyone?


loveloveloveyou
- allie

Narwhales are Sexy

i figured it was about time for me to make my yearly appearance* in the local newspaper. if you look at the 2nd picture and enlarge it, you can more fully appreciate the fact that i'm wearing a blonde wig. but, of course, i was being luna lovegood, so it makes sense. unless you don't read harry potter, in which case it still doesn't make sense.

anyway, i'll soon be leaving for a long-awaited, long-weekend rendezvous in montreal (which just happens to coincide with my sudden burst of local fame?), so i just thought i'd leave a sweet parting blog-message before i go.

this past week, i've managed to lose my cell phone and have both my heart and my pair of fake ray bans broken. my dad managed to fix my sunglasses though. yes, lloyd. as for the former? i'm working on it. oh, and! i've gotten a new SIM card, phone, etc, so i'll soon have to be that one lame person who needs everyone's numbers again. but i swear i won't make a facebook group about it. i must admit, i've thought about it though. obnoxious...yet efficient.

that's all friends.


off to canada! (where i will, no doubt, collect some whacky, foreign anecdotes to share)

*you may also remember me, of local newspaper fame, as the 16 year old girl at Beatlemania who "knows who the Beatles are" and also the 17 year old girl in the Dollar Store who really likes Valentines Day.

Large Friendship Fountain

i wish you a happy fourth of july
with all the gusto and solemnity
of 1,000 drunk, middle-aged Republicans
singing Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American."