{Sophie}

My Dog...

May or may not have a bed in practically every room of the house

May or may not wear Juicy Couture perfume (thank you Lisa)

May or may not sleep till 11:00 a.m. almost every morning

May or may not have a new, chic pink parka

And my dog may or may not, scratch that, IS the most adorable dog on the planet!

Hardest thing about coming back to Provo: Leaving my little Sophie puppy behind



Also, it may or may not have been snowing ALL day...

Grateful

It's that time of year when everyone is especially mindful of what they are grateful for. Today, i am especially grateful for the odd and random things. My top 5 "gratefuls" from the day are as follows:

1.
Today at work someone taught me one of the longest words in the Russian language. I can't even remember it anymore, that's how long it was. it meant something about sightseeing though. I'm grateful the average word length in the English language is only 5 or 6 characters.

2.
I have a big white coat that is practically as warm as a polar bear. So warm that when you step inside away from the cold weather you instantly begin sweating buckets because of it's ability to lock in heat. I am so grateful for the warmth it brings that i don't even take it off during class. So in some strange way, i suppose i am grateful for the beads of sweat that have been ever prevalent on my forehead throughout the day.
3.
I had ONE line from T Swift's "Enchanted to meet you" stuck in my head all day today. I'm grateful for catchy tunes that let me practice whistling, humming, and singing; not to mention annoying the heck out of the people around me!
4.
Sometimes when i go to to class, the testing center, or whatever, i find myself in close proximity to a sickie. And by sickie i mean the person who, despite the plague they may carry, the schlop everyone can hear in their nose, the hacking cough causing others to go deaf, the spray rocketing outward with every sneeze, and the foul breathe exuding from their ailing mouth...despite all this, decided to come to campus as well. While in the middle of my physiology exam i realized that those around me were looking at me with dagger eyes, clearly categorizing me as a sickie. But there were others who were looking at my sympathetically because they knew exactly how i was feeling. Today, i am grateful for my fellow sick students who know just how it feels to be...dun dun dun: Categorized.
5.
Tonight i was walking home from campus, lamenting the cold weather and wishing I could say a few choice words aloud when all of a sudden this biker comes whizzing past me down the hill. He was quickly approaching the open toll gate that usually moves up and down to permit cars to pass. 40 feet, 30 feet, 20 feet, 10 feet; oh no, the gate is closing. screeeeech. swerve. scream. phewf. he's alive. he rides on. I laugh. for a long time. People look at me like i'm crazy for giggling all by my lonesome, but i don't care. I'm so grateful for moments such as this one that make my life exciting (and briefly take my mind of the biting cold).

As Promised...

What is worse than having the flu and a horrid cold at the end of a brutal semester? Having the flu and a horrid cold during the epic showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (part uno)! No illness could keep me away from my beloved HP premier however, so I saw it nonetheless. And as previously posted, LOVED it.

It has been almost 2 days since that long awaited premier and I still can’t stop thinking about it. It was that good. The story line was of course, impeccably written (thank you JKR); and the movie surprisingly followed the book pretty close (which I loved). The acting was awesome, an improvement from the last films. And while I am on the subject of acting can I just say how much I love Alan Rickman. How does he do it? One glance into his eyes and you can feel an array of emotions in one instant. The man is good.

Anyways, HP7 had a perfect blend of humor, action, somberness, and scariness…I found myself on the edge of my seat the majority of the film. And when I say the majority of it, I mean all 2 hours and 25 minutes of it! I wish it was longer; in fact I wish it was real life. I am still convinced that my acceptance letter to Hogwarts is out there somewhere, desperately trying to find its way to me. sigh.

Part of the fun of seeing the movie was going with my fam damily. We made T-shirts beforehand (yes, we are ALL Harry Potter fanatics) each displaying one of our favorite characters. Dorky? Maybe. Do I care? Not at all. In fact, I absolutely LOVE my family and everything that we do together. Here are a few pictures:

Only 236 days till Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. Why does it have to be forever away?! I suppose i should be grateful for its distance, because once this series ends, my life will cease to have meaning (okay, slightly dramatic, but that's how is feels sometimes).

Welp, that's all I've got to say for this post. Harry Potter was rad. The End.