I am very sad. In my heart I am in line with all the people seeing Harry Potter at midnight. In reality, I am at home because all the people I would trust to babysit are in line to see Harry Potter. Although, tomorrow morning at 9:30, my oldest son and myself will be at the movie theater for, get this, the second show of the day...the first one starts at 9:00a.m.
I just finished rereading the book and I'm ready for tomorrow. I am so absurdly excited about seeing the movie, and I am happy to have a child to bring with me so that I look legit. This is one I would sit by myself in a corner to see, but, it is so much nicer that I don't have to.
I am leaving off the eye make-up. I fear my son will have to be repulsed by tears I will most likely shed at the end. At least he won't have to look at my raccoon eyes.
We saw it this morning and I absolutely hated it. I was so busy trying to reconcile what we were watching to what happened in the book, that I didn't even cry. I am so sad, things happened in the movie that will prevent the final two films from being too similar to Book 7. What did you guys think?
Fuck your Foggy magic.
2 days ago