When two different epics collide.

You know.

Every single time I'm reading wee!chesters or picturing a younger Sam, the image always, always pops into my head of this little hobbit boy, mop of curly hair and all, from the long expected party, when Bilbo is telling the story of the dragon.

Oh.

Let us cling, o flist.

I went to Barnes and Noble to see if I could pick up a wristband thingy, but they don't start giving those out until 5:00, and I have to be at work at 5:30. AAAAAGGHH. So I begged my mom if she could go pick one up, haha. I am hating SO MUCH RIGHT NOW that I have to work until 11:30 tonight and then early as hell tomorrow. I swear to God, if I hear ANYTHING about anything, I will punch somebody in the face. Hopefully the sort of people who go to Starbucks will be holed up in their rooms bawling their eyes out when I'm at work. I H8 U ALL. >:(((

Seriously, I can't believe this is going to be ALL OVER. I came into the game waaaay late, hating all things Potter until just after the fifth book came out, when my friends finally convinced me to read it. And yeah. I still have a maaaajor thing for James/Lily. OH MY HEART. Omg you guys I don't want anyone else to die. I am going to cry SO HARD. Ugh.

As if I wasn't in That Kind Of Mood enough already, I'm kind of watching WIAWSNB, and I CAN'T CRY RIGHT NOW, MY MAKEUP WILL RUN.

:((((

PS: Speaking of sad things, on rotation at work now, they play "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" by Death Cab, and hell if every single time I have to CHOKE BACK TEARS because, you know, I think of THINGS.