Thanks, Meg, for introducing me to “Mark Reads Twilight.” It makes me glad I never touched those books, and as much as it makes me want to tear my hair out, it’s been entertaining! I finished reading his review of New Moon (oh god the agony) and decided I needed a break.

So…on to “Mark Reads Harry Potter” which reminds me of why I love those books: they’re just so much fun, and for the most part, well-written. (There are some characters I wish Rowling had developed further.) The wizarding world is described in such vivid detail that I can almost believe it exists, and I want to live there. :)

Plus it’s been about 10 years* since I first read Sorcerer’s Stone, and it’s nice to revisit it through the eyes of someone who’s reading it for the first time. It’s a very welcome distraction from writing my SoP, which I should probably get back to…

Oh, and to those of you who are watching the midnight screening of Deathly Hallows Part 1, enjoy! I almost wish I’d gotten tickets for tonight, but hey, I won’t feel like death tomorrow morning.

* oh my god that was the beginning of college when did I get so old

Shit, Talia linked to me. I guess I’d better actually blog every day this month. Or at least for a few days, until everyone forgets about this blog again.

I’m applying to master’s programs this fall, and the statement of purpose is probably the part I’m agonizing over the most. I have to take the GRE, sure, but I’m preparing for it as much as I can (ok, maybe not as much, but probably in proportion to its importance). I have some regrets about my undergrad grades, but there’s nothing I can do about that now. And I’m fairly confident that I’ll have good letters of recommendation. So it all comes down to the SOP.

I’ve just sent off a very, very rough draft to a former professor, and that’s all the editing I’m going to do tonight. It probably sounds like utter drivel. You’d think it would be easy to write about something you love to think about and work on, right? Unfortunately, my tendency to overthink things gets in the way; I’ve spent many a night paralyzed by a blank word processing window, convinced that each paper must spring onto the screen, fully-formed, from my forehead.

And that is why I always failed at NaNoWriMo, even if I knew no one else would ever see my terrible composition.