It doesn't seem to be helping the writing much, however. It was so immensely hot out today I felt like there was a tiny waterhose attached somewhere on my back and forehead. The heat permeates through the window in the kitchen by my bedroom, making my ceiling fan useless. Perhaps once everything has melted away and I begin to hallucinate words will spring forth out of my hands and into my keyboard and let me finish a story for once.
These days I'm dreaming of the soft, rainy warmth of east-coast summers.
Last two pictures from the BBC show Skins.
I adore Cassie.
On a more depressing note, after awaiting the new Harry Potter movie for a year now, I was astoundingly disappointed.
They practically obliterated the story. Not only did they skip two of the most important scenes (the battle at hogwarts and dumbledore's funeral) but they added a scene that didn't even exist (the cornfield scene and the weasley's house catching fire.) I felt like I had missed a few chapters of the book. I'm hoping it will be better the second time I see it (my boyfriend hasn't gotten to yet) since I suppose I was comparing it so much to the book, rather than as a movie itself.
On another note, if anyone has any recommendations on anything from good books to cheap vintage shops in LA or San Deigo, let me know!
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