Boox

Albus Dumbledore has shared some great wisdom with us over the years: "To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure"; "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"; and "One can never have enough socks." Dumbledore, or should I say J.K. Rowling, the fount of all human knowledge, is thoroughly correct. It has been snowing like a madwoman since I got out of class, but, thanks to a pair of rainbow waterproof socks I got for Hanukkah (thanks, 'rents), my feet are flesh-dry!

Speaking of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (yes, I am that elitist), what do you think would happen if a mirror were to be reflected into the Mirror of Erised? Would both mirrors see their own mirror-heart's greatest desire and become entranced by one another? That is supposing, of course, that both mirrors are magical and are suitably anthropomorphized.

This afternoon I entered a pact with one Jillian M., Forrest Sinclair and Asiya. Fortunately for Forrest, it is not a pregnancy pact. Actually, its content is relatively harmless despite the seemingly sinister nature of the ceremony we conducted to seal it. Our solemn agreement is BLANBLANBLAN (that's a drumroll noise featured in a language I may or may not invent) to write a novel or novelette by the end of the academic year. It is now time to begin brainstorming! Hopefully Jenna won't have to put my tongue guard in.*




*That's a reference to the television programme known as 30 Rock.