Fantastic Thing No. 3

I'm breaking the little pattern I have going on here. Not that daydreams and fantastic things have to be in a pattern, anyway. I just really don't have any little interests or squishes to daydream about. Sometimes I wish I did because life has a way getting a little bit more exciting when I do, but my life is already exciting enough in its own simple way, so I get along fine with my love life (or the imaginations of such a life) sitting in the corner collecting dust.

Funny, though, how that kinda ties in with the thought I just had. Didn't do that on purpose... :) Anyway. I'm currently in the process of re-reading the Harry Potter series. There's SO MUCH I don't remember from those books. I'm on the second book now and Harry is staying with the Weasley's before they go back to Hogwarts. I just read this paragraph:

"Harry heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning about a week after he had arrived at the Burrow. He and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked over her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending he hadn't noticed this, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him."

I can relate, Ginny.

Why is this a fantastic thing? It's not really. But this is how I'm stretching it: Fantastic. Fantasy. Harry Potter. Ginny and I have red hair and can totally relate to not knowing how to act around boys. ...except that she's like 11 right here and I'm two months shy of 24...

it's cool.

But seriously. Does anyone else's charm and wit and, I dunno, ENTIRE BRAIN just go into hibernation mode like a narcoleptic dog when an attractive man is in the room?? (Go Youtube narcoleptic dogs. Saddest/funniest things!) I frantically try to arouse my faculties like, "Come on, wake up! I know you have something relevant to say!" at which point my brain sits straight up like Wat in A Knight's Tale and blurts out something like "TANSY CAKES!!"

...my brain, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm hopeful, though, because Ginny eventually gets herself together and marries HARRY FREAKING POTTER. Being a late bloomer may have its perks. :)

life? life is good. :)