Harry Potter and the Year he thought it was Snape but it was Quirrel
Harry Potter and the Year he thought it was Draco but it was Ginny
Harry Potter and the Year he thought it was was Sirius but it was Wormtail
Harry Potter and the Year he thought it was Karkaroff but it was Moody/Crouch Jr
Harry Potter and the Year everyone knew it was that B*tch Umbridge
Harry Potter and the year it actually did turn out to be Snape
Harry Potter and the Year it turned out to be Harry all along
I had to work today, and thought that I’d miss the HIMYM series finale when it aired live..
and on the 7 minute drive to work, “Simple Song”, which closed out last season, started playing. I thought, huh, crazy coincidence, maybe that’s a sign that the finale will be great.
And for the first time in the two years that I’ve been working there, I got to go home 3 and a half hours early. That’s totally unheard of.
And so here I am. Watching the finale live. Because of a strange twist of fate.
I love the universe.
My friend is obsessed with personality types
To the point where she has everyone she knows take a test and then keeps the results in her phone. I wasn’t really familiar with them before but I’ve been looking into them more since she mentioned them and they’re actually quite fascinating. They’re like horoscopes but, you know, real.. Go science.
Apparently I’m INFJ. Which I guess makes sense the more I look into it.
Has anyone else looked into this at all or? I’m kind of curious what other people think about this type of science, or about the pros and cons of classifying people so rigidly.
Memory is a funny thing..
When I was like.. 11, maybe 12, I had a lot of trouble sleeping because it was around the time I started getting really bad panic attacks and awful anxiety. So to help me sleep my dad put this awful purple and silver cd player in my room and gave me, of all albums, missundaztood, by Pink, which I guess had just come out and which he had burned. I didn’t really listen to music back then so I had no CDs of my own, so I just kept playing this damned Pink album every night until I fell asleep. For like, months. Like I had it memorized. I don’t remember why I stopped, but I know that I listened to it for an insanely long time.
And tonight I downloaded it just for shits and giggles, and there’s this track, “Just Like A Pill”, which has the line, “been trying to call the nurse again, but she’s being a little bitch”. And because my dad downloaded it, he got the radio single version of the song which had “bitch” bleeped. So every night I heard this song with the bleeped line.
And probably 10 years after I stopped listening to it, having not heard any version of the song since, it genuinely surprised me when the line was uncensored in the album version that I downloaded tonight. Like my mind was still somehow expecting the version of the song that it was used to. I couldn’t believe that my brain had expected anything of it at all after all this time.
This was a very long walk for a short drink of water. It’s just funny the way that you keep things in the corners of your brain, long after you assume they’ve gone.
Here’s my theory. The Harry Potter trio are actually representations of the other houses. Hermione is Ravenclaw. Ron is Hufflepuff. Harry is Slytheryn. They’re all in Gryffindor because they asked. In fact, everyone in that house could have been in another house if they hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor. You have be ask to be in Gryffindor because their most defining feature is bravery and anyone can choose to be brave.
I fuck with your theory, marry me.