Ravenclaws and Firebirds Unite!

While I sit in my cozy bed wearing my Disney PJ pants that are exactly 9 years old, tattered at the bottom, and probably too short for even MY abnormally short legs... I'm simply thankful. 

I'm thankful to be home.  After a long day and sleepless night at my grandmother's house (seriously... most wretched pillows on which I've ever attempted to sleep) I'm happy to be away from the sadness of reality:  As I get older, so does everyone else in my family... and pretty soon, my cousins and I will be "the adults" of our family get togethers.  Weird.  But enough sadness.

I'm proud to say that I am currently brewing a Cure for Boils on Pottermore.  We're at 72%.  So far so good.  Ravenclaw for the win.  Roll Tide... or something like that.

I'd also like to say, with a WHOLE BUNCH of excitement that my Fuge team name this year is The Firebirds.  My staff members, campers, and friends all over the place can expect to see me in person, or in pictures, dressed something like this:

I'd like to say that my costume will be more epic and better than this... but, in truth, it will probably be much less extravagant and be very cheaply and poorly made.  But I'm going to wear it with pride.  Firebirds are taking the Fuge Cup.  Oh yes... the competition has already begun. 

...........87%..............

I'm also realizing with some sadness that I should probably take down my Christmas tree.  Or at least throw a sheet over it until after Thanksgiving.  My Taylor Lautner cardboard cut-out should probably go, too...  I'm actually kind of mortified that I just typed that out and am wondering why I'm not just erasing it...
My Taylor Lautner cardboard cut-out should probably go, too...
Better?  No?  Okay...

94%!!!!!!!!!!!  :D

With all of this useless information said... Gute Nacht.