So I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. And I skipped class.

This is the first class I've skipped all semester in my defense. And she'd already given us the notes. And I would've been at least 15 minutes late anyway.

I told myself I was going to study while I should've been in class. And I really did have intentions of doing so. I told myself I was just going to read a few pages of Harry Potter while I ate dinner, but naturally once I started reading I couldn't put it down.

Well, that's a lie. I did put it down for a bit. I was crying too hard to read any further. And then I was too angry to continue. I managed to calm myself and keep going though, with hopes maybe something would change, but of course it didn't. And the more I realized nothing was going to change, the more upset I got, and the more I kept crying. I was pretty much a sniveling mess for the last 80 pages of the book.

Needless to say, Prisoner of Azkaban is still my favorite because I hated this book. Okay, I did not hate it. But it made me angry. It was wonderful and J.K. Rowling is fucking brilliant but she is terribly cruel.

And DAMNIT, I just want to give Harry a hug. :( I'm so upset now! I don't want to study. But I have to. I have to study all weekend. It's going to suck. I wound up not bombing that last quiz (no idea how I pulled off a 93!) but that doesn't mean I still don't need an A on this exam. I think I ought not to pick up Book 6 until after Monday's exam... ugh.

Oh, and just so I'm not a total loser who only blogs about being way more upset about characters in books dying than about anything in real life... the results of my dad's bone scan and CAT-scan came back today and none of his tumors have grown or spread, and he doesn't have any tumors in his arm afterall! \o/ I was so happy when my dad told me I started crying. (I cry a lot... maybe I really am a Hufflepuff...) But yeah, very very good news. :D

Okay, I really should try to get *something* done before Lost comes on. Later, skaterz.