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Harry Potter is on its way, I do believe. Rowling has indicated she'll be finished in 3-6 months, and then it's off to the publishing company. After that, it'll be a good five months before the books reach us... which means, at the longest reach, it'll be eleven months from now. Which is... lets see... next August for the latest... which means that it'll make its usual Summer debut.

*squeals madly*

Am mucho happy about that, but in despair, I have read a summary that made chills crawl up and down my arm for a romance fic.

Hermione and Draco have been together for years so how come he's talking about dumping her when school finishes? How will she ever get over it?

There's a reason why Time magazine crowed that women are more obsessed with looks than ever. sigh

Oh, and finally, finally, finally, finally watched... SURVIVOR. Thailand edition at that. I've been avoiding watching that series for the longest time, since I'm no fan of reality TV, and the idea of watching people try to get each other kicked off the show was in some ways, disturbing.

Well, let's say; there *is* something to all that hype. I have this insane desire to continue watching and see who loses the popularity contest.

Oh, oh, oh. Still not a huge thing right now... but maybe once I get to the interesting events, I'll be a more avid fan.

I have taken the plunge.

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I was picking up a friend from Banana Republic, and while waiting for her to sign out, I was looking around. In looking around, I found this lovely shirt with ruffles at the wrists and neck. But that's not the point. Just thought I'd mention it, because it's absolutely adorable.

But anyhoo; there were four or five leather chairs in the middle of the all displays, obviously for tired shoppers to rest their feet. Well, in each of these chairs, there were guys. Men. Boys. Husbands. Boyfriends. Maybe brothers. Whatever it was, the poor souls were all just sitting there, limp-like while their wives/girlfriends/sisters/daughters/whatever shopped around for outrageously priced clothing.

I felt a sort of pity for them, since I rather hate shopping, but for some odd reason, I'm somewhat obsessive with the 'sport'. Is it built into our system? Are we programmed since we were little to buy things of no discernable use? (This is for the countries which actually *have* this option.)

And why is it that men sometimes accompany us? Are they mirrors for the outside eye? Companions in this torturous hop? Or are we just subconciously using this to wreak vengeance on them?

No one knows...

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I have become completely infatuated with Tom Marvolo Riddle.

And developed an even stranger dislike of Albus Dumbledore.