The End

So last night I saw the final Harry Potter. I cried, I laughed, I was confused, I was angry, I was anxious. It was a rainbow of colorful emotions and it's now over. The series that told the story of our generation has come to a close. With this final movie we have read the last The End.

On things that aren't so melancholy... I got my wisdom teeth out! It was fairly painful and I have a bruise on the side of my face the size of Manhattan. Also I can't swallow pills so I have to take baby motrone. Baby motrone doesn't have the same painkilling effect on a sixteen year old as it has on babies. But the little sippy cup measurement thing is pretty sweet. And the only weird thing that happened to me through the whole being put under laughing gas and shooting sleepy stuff through my veins was that I had a daydream about a half of a sandwich that was having an affair with another half sandwich and the aforementioned half of the half sandwich was like "don't leave your my other half!" Yep, that's what legal drugs can do to you, well, and illegal. But anyways.....