goin' back to hogwarts

My life literally revolves around the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiere today. It's my friend Dru's birthday -- so, naturally, we're all going to see HP7 at the midnight showing and most of us are getting our costume on (that's my Hogwarts uniform in the picture up there!). To top it all off, I'm running a Harry Potter-palooza Party at the library today, and let me just tell you about what we've got going on: Quidditch tryouts. Wand-making at Ollivander's Wand Shop. Potion-brewing in Snape's Potions class. Getting sorted by the Sorting hat. Every Flavor Beans. Chocolate Frogs. Butterbeer. DIVINATION FOR REALS. 

I'm just saying, if I were a 4th grader, I think my mind would be blown. I'm just saying. 

Here's a sign I made for Sorting station:

I sorted myself just to be sure the Sorting activity worked, but I didn't need to. I get the same result every time:

The first few times, I was really mad because I thought Ravenclaw was super lame and I wanted to be in Slytherin. But I finally accepted my fate. Ravenclaws get shit done, okay? Check out what the Sorting Hat says about us:

And SUPER MODEST too xD

You can bet that if I were in Gryffindor, none of this Harry Potter Party would even be happening, because instead of busting my butt getting everything organized and set up, I'd be running recklessly into dangerous situations just because Dumbledore asked me to. BURN.

And thus ends the dorkiest post I've ever written. 

Exeunt!