random night out in downtown orlando with some of my really good friends from high school. best idea ever.
i almost didn’t go. but then i did. and i had a lot of fun and, god i’m so old, but it felt like i was actually acting my age. bar hopping, sweating my ass off in orlando heat, laughing hard, and only drinking 2 beers cause i had to drive. also, now there is a super awesome mini-vaca planned for next weekend up to daytona. i just, i dunno. sometimes meeting up with the people from high school is a good thing, especially if we are all not just hanging out in saint cloud. even if two of us are currently unemployed and scared shitless. it was just really good. and unexpected.
we must be where we are supposed to be. because we re-found each other.
and there is no way that tonight wasn’t supposed to happen.
(from left to right) Back Row: Dumbledore (Fr. Jack), Ron Weasley (Andrew), Voldemort (Martin), Angelina Johnson (Christy), Harry Potter (Ben), Draco Malfoy (John), Bellatrix (Shannon), Hagrid (Brant), Luna Lovegood (Ashton), and Snape (David). Front Row: Lavender Brown (Jo Ann), Pansy Parkinson (Beth), Katie Bell (Kate), Hermione Granger (Meg), Cho Chang (Laura), Percy Weasley (Chip), and Ginny Weasely (Me!).
so last premiere and halloween, where i convinced the entire campus ministry team at marymount to dress as harry potter characters. it was epic. and it still makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. anyway. tonight.
“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows — Part 2 leaves us with the dawning, awesome recognition that the world is huge, fraught, enigmatic, magical, dangerous, delightful, and, ultimately, the responsibility of young people who must first find their own footing.”—Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 2:EW Movie Review (via entertainmentweekly)
“I have so much to tell you, the problem isn’t that I’m running out of time, I’m running out of room, this book is filling up, there couldn’t be enough pages, I looked around the apartment this morning for one last time and there was writing everywhere, filling the walls and mirrors, I rolled up the rugs so I could write on the floors, I’d written on the windows and around the bottles of wine we were given but never drank, I only wore short sleeves, even when it’s cold, because my arms are books too. But there’s too much to express. I’m sorry.”—Thomas Schell, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via nubivagantmusings)