Yeah that's me. Other than my usual holiday shenanigans. I've been hit by Harry Potter mania. The last time that happened I was 13; it was November and the very first movie was going to be released and I went all barmy. I watched all the movies and surprisingly, I found them....Good. It was better than when I had actually seen them for the first time. It's probably due to maturity and the fact that I can now better understand that not every single quirk or eccentricity of the novel can be adequately displayed in the movie in less than 3 hours. In other words, cinematic restrictions. It also helps that I hadn't read any of the books before watching the movies. That was probably the reason I didn't like any of the movies the very first time. After the Potter movie marathon, it was the novel marathon. So here I am, still in the throes of the mania.

SO, the doctor's visit hasn't yielded anything yet. It will on Thursday though, when they look at my scan and tell me the problem. I shall endeavour not to cry or throw things around. I should seriously consider bringing old-fashioned pencils and break them instead of the doctor's head, especially when he says the bad words. I know that I have been psychologically traumatised by my knees. It shows when I play.

And to round the soliloquy up is my relationship with the boyfriend. These couple of weeks have been.....different and somewhat crazy. The dynamics have changed. But more importantly, the issues we've had to deal with recently. Stuff just seems to keep happening halfway through dates. But thankfully, the feelings are constant. I rather that doesn't change despite all the drama. We're dealing. That's a good start right there.

And Kesavan's about to get my majorly delicious and insanely addictive cheese brownies (YES, I do say so MYSELF) for his commencement tomorrow. And soon enough, I shall attempt rainbow-coloured cupcakes.