Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Wuthering Hufflepuffs

tuesday, april 24
5:13pm
 Since I last saw Marc (two days ago) I have had three bouts of crying and have thrown the following at a wall:
-a washcloth
-a bottle of Mr. Clean Multi-Surface Spray
-my bra
-every other piece of clothing I own. Literally.


That may seem like an exaggeration or a bald-headed lie, but I assure you it is not. It was actually quite easy to throw all my clothes at the wall, because they were already strewn across the floor, so I didn't have to remove them from their hangers or anything. Minimal-effort sadness, that's what that is.


Now I'm sitting in my room on a pile of clothing, I'm like the Lion King of clothes.


5:23pm
At least I got to see Marc this weekend. He came home for Prom, which was on Saturday. I spent about three hours getting ready and half an hour at the actual dance. Then we went home and watched Sharktopus (which I have already seen four times, and I highly recommend it). Also I burned my forehead with a curling iron, so I now have a red welt hanging around my hairline. Attractive.




I don't think this was an intentional face, I'm pretty sure I was just blinking.

2 minutes later
Then the next day, I drove Marc up to D.C. and we had a tearful goodbye at the bus stop. Then he boarded the Megabus, which took him back to college. He'll come home for good in about 16 days, hooray!


later
It wasn't really a tearful goodbye, actually. I had kind of snuck in the Megabus line with him, and I had to duck out before the Megabus lady asked to see my ticket. So it was more of a sneaky run-away type of parting. I don't think we even hugged.


5:45pm
But on the way home I listened to sad music and cried in the car for forty-five minutes straight, so that counts for something. My face was stiff from all the tear-salt.


5:46pm
I must say, though, parting at a bus stop is tres romantic. Aside from the parting part.


2 seconds later
And the hysterical sobbing afterwards.


8:12pm
My entire family just got accounts on Pottermore so we could get Sorted into Hogwarts houses. 
Guess which house I'm in?
That's right.
Hufflepuff.


8:13pm
Are there even any Harry Potter characters in Hufflepuff? I can't think of any. It might be a ghost house or something. Or a sunken ship.


1 minute later
Neville wasn't even in Hufflepuff, and he was the most useless character around. What does that say if they can't even get the useless ones?


9:00pm
We are also reading Wuthering Heights in my English class. I really like it, it's a love story so it reminds me of Marc. People keep saying there's disturbing, depressing subtext or something, but I'm not catching any of it, it just seems sweet to me. Cathy and Heathcliff, playing in the mountains, la la la. Cathy says their souls are made of the same stuff, which I think is the most romantic thing ever.


later
I wonder what my soul is made out of? Probably Hufflepuff, whatever that is.


9:12pm
I heard a rumor that Cathy dies or something, but I don't think it'll happen. That seems too morbid for this cute love story.
heathcliff + cathy 4ever
souls made of sunshine and rainbows