I've made a decision.
If I ever go clubbing (which I probably will, but, you know...alcohol-free/roofies-free/rape-free clubbing), I will use at least one Harry Potter pick-up line. I'm dead serious. (Avada Kedavra! Har. Har. Har.)
Confession time: I fall asleep to nature ambience every single night, except when I'm at a friend's house. For exactly 90 minutes. It's a choice between five different types of sounds...sometimes I have to crank it up really high, like when my little sister has all of her squealing little friends over. The way I often describe it on those nights is that instead of falling asleep in a field of crickets, I'm "FALLING ASLEEP IN A FIELD OF CRICKETS." But, you know...it works.
By the way...if you were a Dementor, I'd become a criminal just to get your Kiss.
Hmm...I'm not sure what else to talk about now. I think you should leave comments with suggestions of what to write about. Because, after all, I'm writing for YOU.
That's all for now, I think. More will probably come later today. Knowing me and my obsessive blogging.
Until we meet again,