"I definitely want to go to Amsterdam."

Scott, this title is for you. Get excited. I'm not going to explain the title to the rest of you because it would take way too long, so you're just going to have to live with a little mystery.

This past Thursday I left for Amsterdam. As opposed to my other trips, in which I left at insanely early hours of the morning, this flight left at 6:00pm. I wanted to make sure that I was actually IN Amsterdam on Thanksgiving, and thankfully, everything worked out wonderfully. I landed in less than an hour, Mike met me at the airport and we drove back to his house.

Now for those who don't know, Mike and Anita are some of my parents' closest friends. Not only that, they were also my children's pastors when I was about 9 years old. AND, their daughter, Grace, is my sister's best friend. As you can see, I know this family pretty well, so I was more than excited to spend the weekend with them. Mike and Anita are working as missionaries in Amsterdam right now (although technically, they live in a city called Leiden). They're in the middle of a four year period in the city and in 2013 (I think), they will return to the States for one year before moving back to Amsterdam again. Oh, you should probably understand one more crucial thing about Mike and Anita. They are some of the funniest and most sarcastic people I know. It's true. In fact, they are the only people I know that love Seinfeld as much as my family. And that is saying something. I knew it was going to be a good weekend.

The night I arrived, it was too late to do any sight seeing, so we just sat around the kitchen table and talked as I ate leftover turkey and stuffing. We talked about London and Amsterdam, old memories from way back when and our favorite episodes of The Office. The next morning, Anita and I took off towards the city. She determined that the best way to see the city was to take a boat tour. This is something quite similar to a bus tour that can be taken in London or New York, but Amsterdam is full of canals, so taking a boat instead of a bus allows you to see much more. The tour was only about half an hour long, but we were able to see nearly all of the city. Amsterdam is so interesting looking. It looks older than the other cities I've visited and although the buildings are all lined up next to each other, each one of them has a different design. I suppose the best word to describe it is quaint, which is ironic in itself. I say it's ironic because Amsterdam is one of the most liberal cities in Europe, or perhaps the world. Gay marriage is legal. Prostitution is legal. Drugs are legal. In fact, you can pick up some marijuana in any number of coffee houses in the city with absolutely no problem. Now, since I don't particularly feel the need to light things on fire and inhale the contents of said product, I was perfectly happy to just see the historical side of Amsterdam. And I sure did.

Following our boat tour, Anita and I grabbed some lunch and then headed toward the Anne Frank house. Confession time. I have never actually read The Diary of Anne Frank. I know, I know, I have to read it, it's so good, I'm a terrible person for never reading it, blah blah blah. I promise, one day I will read it, but I still wanted to see her house. The museum is really fascinating. Visitors start off on the ground floor of the Frank's house and proceed upstairs through a maze of rooms that were occupied by the people Anne wrote about in her diaries. We were able to see the bookshelf that covered the entrance to the secret annex in which Anne and her family and friends hid from the Nazis. At the end of the museum, Anne's actual diaries are seen on display and it is truly an amazing thing to view.

Next up was a visit to The Rijksmuseum, a museum holding hundreds of pieces of art done by Dutch artists. Most notably, many of Rembrandt's works are seen here. Sadly, I didn't know most of the other artists very well, but I always enjoy looking at art, no matter how great or small my knowledge of the pieces. By the time we had explored the museum, it was getting later and Anita and I decided to head back home. Earlier that morning, Anita had parked her car in a parking garage and we took a bus into the center of the city, so of course, we had to take the same bus back to the garage at the end of the day. When the bus arrived, Anita hopped on while I turned to throw something away. By the time I turned back, the bus doors closed in my face and took off down the street. I motioned to Anita that I would just get on the next bus as I laughed at the situation. Luckily, I am not one to easily panic, so I just waited a few minutes, hopped on the next bus and met Anita at the next stop. No big deal, although I did tell Mike later, "Your wife deserted me today!"

That night we went out to dinner at a great restaurant that serves pancakes. Well, not what Americans think of as pancakes. These are more like crepes and they can be served with any number of toppings. Anita and I shared one with ham, cheese and mushrooms and another with apples, cinnamon and sugar. DELICIOUS. After we got home, we all relaxed on the couch, catching a bit of various football games on TV and eventually we decided the watch the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving episode. It was almost like being at home! It was so nice to be able to sit on someone's couch and eat good home-cooked food, rather than leaning over a desk in a cramped room and discovering vomit in my kitchen sink.

The next morning, Mike showed me around Leiden. The neatest thing about this town is one of its churches. You may not think it looks that remarkable, and true, it does look like the classic cathedral, but this church is special. Back in the 1600s, before journeying to America, the Pilgrims found refuge in Leiden and attended this church. There's even a special plaque dedicated to this small group inside and across the way you can see one of the houses in which the Pilgrims lived. I remember learning about the Pilgrims in first grade and knowing that they spent some time in Holland, so it was amazing to be able to see exactly where they walked spent their time.

The rest of the day was devoted to a true Thanksgiving feast. Mike and Anita had invited about 20 of their missionary friends over for a potluck lunch and we spent hours eating and talking and eating and talking, etc. etc. etc. The food was fantastic and I was able to talk to some truly extraordinary people, some who have spent more than 20 years serving overseas. We ate until we could eat no more and after all the guests were gone, all the dishes were washed and everything was put away, we sat down, discovered that The Muppets' Wizard of Oz was on TV and proceeded to watch the entire thing. Yes, three adults, laughing our way through a Muppets movie. Don't judge.

This morning, I flew back to London and was reminded that I have only three weeks left in this splendid city. I feel like there are still things I haven't done and I'm worried I won't be able to fit everything in. I also have final presentations and papers coming up, which just doesn't excite me at all. But I suppose my semester of pleasure has to contain at least some work, right? Yuck.

Cue non-stop Christmas music for the next month.

Europe doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving.

Isn't that sad? All these Europeans are being deprived of a day to do nothing but eat. But Thanksgiving is a strictly American holiday and most Europeans aren't even sure what the purpose of Thanksgiving is. So tomorrow, when I would normally be lounging on the couch in my pajamas, watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, I will be sitting in my theatre class, ranting about the horrible plays I've been seeing lately. Later in the day, when I'd usually be taking a walk around my Grandma's neighborhood with the women (the men in my family prefer napping...Grandpa, Chad, Ben, Dad, I'm talking to you), I'll be on a plane to Amsterdam. On Friday, when I'd usually be pulling boxes of Christmas ornaments out of the closet in the game room, I will be exploring Anne Frank's house. It will be a fun weekend. Slightly strange, but fun.

I have a lot to be thankful for. I'll make a list.

First, I'm thankful for my parents. My wonderful parents who allowed me to go on this adventure, gave me money, hid cards in my suitcase, give me advice and encouragement and never stop loving me.

I'm thankful for my brother and sister, who I do miss. We don't always get along, but I love them a lot.

My friends are a wonderful group of people who are diverse, unique and fabulous at all times. I miss them.

I'm thankful for freedom, music, laughter, theatre, food, sleep and a thousand other things too numerous to list here.

But this year, most of all, I am thankful for opportunities. 99% of people in this world are not as lucky as I am. I realize what an amazing opportunity I have been given these few months. I am currently living in one of the most interesting cities on the planet, making new discoveries about myself and others around me, seeing new things and experiencing a different culture. And for that, I am thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

London Theatre: Part Three

Ok folks, we've got a rough round.

But 15 shows isn't bad, huh? I am loving life.

Or You Could Kiss Me (The National)

Puppets. Extremely realistic looking puppets. You might think this sounds like a children's show, but believe me, it was not. The plot of this play was about two elderly men who have been in a relationship together for about 40 years. I don't remember if they were technically married or not....Anyway, one of the men is extremely ill and nearing the end of his life and most of the plot involves the two characters trying to deal with this fact. The cast was comprised of several men, all wearing the same basic black suit. Two actors provided the voices for the characters, as well as assisting other actors in moving the puppets around the stage. Two other actors played the two men at younger ages. One woman acted as a sort of narrator, but she also played the men's housekeeper and lawyer. It's hard to describe much more about this play without actually seeing it. The puppets used in the play are not the typical Sesame Street/Avenue Q puppets one automatically thinks of. They were made of wood and looked so.....human-like. Rest assured, my inability to describe these things does not reflect a poorly done show. This production was wonderful. It was beautifully done in absolutely every aspect. The National delivers yet again!

An Ideal Husband (Vaudeville Theatre)

This play was written by Oscar Wilde. You've heard of him, right? He wrote The Importance of Being Earnest and The Picture of Dorian Gray. He's quite well known. Well, this play is about blackmail. A woman threatens to reveal the secrets of a man she knows, which would most likely cause him problems in his job as well as his marriage. The problem with this play was that I never understood why she cared. What's the point of the blackmail? Sure, she wants a little something in return, but why make so much of an effort? I also wasn't sure whether this play was supposed to be a drama or a comedy. It had elements of both, but the comedy wasn't very funny and the drama wasn't that interesting. The costumes were beautiful and the set was atrocious. When I see a play, I usually wind up loving what I saw or hating it. With this play, I honestly felt neither. I walked out of the theatre and simply said, "Meh."

Hungry Ghosts (Orange Tree Theatre)

One of the worst plays I have ever seen. It was about Chinese people and Nascar. How those two related in the play, I really couldn't tell you. Here's a sampling of how bad this play was. The main character was Chinese. Apparently, when he spoke "Chinese" in the play, he spoke without using an accent, in his normal English dialect, but when he was speaking "English," he used a strange, really stereotypical sounding Chinese accent. Confusing? Just wait. His sister was also Chinese, and spoke to both English characters and Chinese characters in "English" and "Chinese," respectively. But did she ever change her accent? NO. I don't even want to write about this play anymore. That's how bad it was.

Billy Elliot (Victoria Palace Theatre)

So far, this is the only show that I've seen in London that I have already seen before. And I was more than pleased to view it again. Billy Elliot is my favorite musical. It's based on the movie of the same title, about a young boy growing up in the 1980s, during the miner's strike, who wants to take ballet. I previously saw this show in Chicago over spring break, and although this performance was not as good as Chicago's, it was still the same old Billy, so I loved it. The dancing is phenomenal, especially when you take into account how young most of the dancers are. These are some seriously talented children. The music is wonderful, the show isn't terribly long, the story is interesting....basically, it's a great show.

Joseph K (The Gate Theatre)

Bad. BAD. Badbadbad. There was no point to this play. Lots of things happened, none of them made sense. A man named Joseph K was arrested on his birthday. Why? I don't know. Why doesn't he have a last name? I don't know. Bad things happened to him for year. His lawyer has a china doll collection. His lawyer has had the same intern for six years and won't let her leave his house. Joseph K talked to homeless people on the street who can apparently help him. Someone was being beaten in the office next to him and the audience thought it was hilarious. Strange pop music, including "Don't Stop Believing" by the cast of Glee, was playing throughout the entire opening scene. Why?????? I DON'T KNOW! None of these questions were answered. Nothing was explained. Bad. Bad. Bad.

Thus concludes my third London theatre review.

The joys of dorm life.

The title of this post is meant to be extremely sarcastic. Let's face it, there is nothing joyful about dorm life whatsoever.

Let's start with The Incident. The Incident, as I have decided to name it, occurred on Sunday and has thoroughly shaken me and caused me to lose all faith in humanity in general. I woke up on Sunday morning, after a horrible night of sleep (we'll get to that later) and after a few minutes, I walked across the hall to the kitchen to get something to drink. For those who don't remember, my roommate and I share a kitchen with two other girls and one staff member who lives in this building. The kitchen is rarely up to my standards of cleanliness. Yes, I have high standards and I am proud of them. Dishes sit in the sink or in the dishwasher for days at a time, which annoys me to no end. Just wash them off, dry them off and put them away, people! There always seem to be crumbs everywhere, or spilled....stuff. It's just annoying. Well, all of this is mere child's play compared to The Incident. As I was saying, I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and immediately turned to the sink. And there before my very eyes, splattered inside the sink, down the front of the cabinet wall, and on the floor was.....puke. Dried puke. Someone threw up in our kitchen sink and did not bother to clean it up. I'm going to type that sentence again, in all caps, to get my point across. SOMEONE THREW UP IN OUR KITCHEN SINK AND DID NOT BOTHER TO CLEAN IT UP! I......just.....you.....really?????? I can't even formulate words to describe how completely disgusting and unsanitary it was. What kind of person does this??? I'll tell you, drunk people. It was awful. I couldn't stand to be in the room a second longer, so I went back to my bedroom and my roommate and I shared our equal disgust. I decided that something had to be done. So, in true Laura fashion (because really, who else would do this?), I wrote a note. The note said this...

To whoever THREW UP in our kitchen sink and didn't bother to clean it up, please do so. That is DISGUSTING. Thanks.

I taped the note to the door of the kitchen and prayed that the culprit would wake from their drunken stupor soon and take care of their mess. A few hours later, the sign was gone, and the puke was too. However, I am still squeamish about using anything in that kitchen. What is wrong with people? Has all decency been lost? Are people that stupid, careless and ridiculous? Apparently so. I am an advocate for class, at all times and quite frequently, I find myself thoroughly disappointed in my generation. *sigh* But what can you do? Not much, I've learned.

But on to other things. As I mentioned up there, the night before The Incident, I had a terrible night's sleep. And now I've had about four in a row. I'll go to bed and spend literally hours tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I don't know what's wrong. A lot of people say that when you can't fall asleep, you should just get up and do something for a few minutes and then try to fall asleep again. Well, I can't do that. I have a roommate who sleeps three feet away from me and I, unlike others (ahem), am a considerate person. I can't turn on the light to read and I can't really do anything that causes noise for fear of waking my roommate. So I am left to simply lie in bed and hope that I fall asleep soon. Any tips? I'm desperate.

I need cheering up. I'm going to watch The Office.

The Harry Potter premiere deserves its own post.

Last spring, when Matt and I originally chose to study abroad in London, the first thing we decided that we absolutely had to do was attend the world premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows .

Let me explain a few things first. I have been reading the Harry Potter books since I was 11 years old. When the final book was released, in the summer of 2007, I read the 700 page book in less than 12 hours. All of my friends at TCU are completely and totally obsessed with the series. In our freshmen year, two of my friends took it upon themselves to sort each of us into houses, like they do in the books. I'm a Ravenclaw, if you're curious. We were among the first to discover A Very Potter Musical, which became a Youtube hit. When we went out for sushi one night, we ended up having wizard duels in the parking lot with our chopsticks. In short...we really love Harry Potter. Which is why going to this premiere was such a big deal.

Unfortunately, I awoke this morning to a torrential downpour. My friends and I began texting back and forth, trying to decide if we wanted to brave the rain as well as the crowds. Finally, the rain stopped and we decided to go for it. We would meet at Leicester Square and hope for the best.

I arrived to find the place completely swarming with people. I'm pretty sure the entirety of London had gathered in Leicester Square. I found Matt and together we stood as close to the red carpet as we could...which wasn't very close. We made friends with some fellow Americans and began discussing Glee. 'Cause you know, what else is there to do when you're standing around waiting in the cold? We had a clear view of the red carpet, but after a while we still hadn't seen a single actor, although the frequent screams of delight we heard from the other side of the square indicated that there were definitely famous people present. The security guard standing near us was a very friendly man who was telling us about the other premieres that he'd worked at, most notably Transformers 2. After a while, we decided to move somewhere else. We found our friend, Devon, who was standing behind a random fence in a spot that, surprisingly, wasn't too crowded. Little did we know, Devon had struck gold. For we were standing about 30 feet behind a huge platform. And on that huge platform, the actors were giving interviews. And after they were done, they went down some stairs and went to sign autographs. AND as they went down those stairs and made their way to the first crowd of people, we were treated to a pretty decent view of them. Devon spotted the first celebrities, which she made known to us by screaming, "THE TWINS! IT'S THE TWINS! AAAAHHHH!!!!!" Yep. The boys who play Fred and George Weasley were right there. We let out a cheer and everyone pulled out their cameras. Except for me, because mine had died, much to my dismay. We continued standing at our wonderful little place by the fence for a while. Enough time to see the actors who play Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Cho Chang, Professor Flitwick, Fleur and who we think was Dumbledore. After all of that, we determined that we had seen more than we ever expected to, and decided to go ahead and leave. We were perfectly satisfied.

I knew I chose London for a reason.

A post for no particular reason.

This week has seemed to go on forever.

It's been a slow week.

Not much happening here.

A friend of mine got cast in GLEE. No big deal.

Yesterday was Guy Fawkes Day. He's the guy who tried to blow up Parliament. For some reason, this is now a national holiday. Yay, terrorism and anarchy! Let's celebrate with fireworks and bonfires! Seriously, that's how the day is celebrated. I don't get it either.

Regardless, the annual watching of V For Vendetta occurred, so I am happy. If you haven't seen the movie, you won't understand why we watch it on Guy Fawkes Day. And if you haven't seen it, you need to. Watch it now.

I also went to the Imogen Heap concert last night. THAT was awesome.

Have you heard of Imogen Heap? You probably have, or at least heard one of her songs.

If you've seen the movies Shrek 2, Garden State or The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, then you have heard an Imogen Heap song. In each of those movies, she sings the song played during the end credits. And you know the Jason Derulo song "Whatcha Say?" The "Mmm whatcha say" part is from Imogen's song, "Hide and Seek." Anyway, unlike most musical artists, Imogen did not have another musician open for her. Instead, she conducted a full orchestra that played several orchestrations that she wrote herself. Because she's a badass. After a half hour break during which the stage was changed, she came back and sang 12 of her songs. She played every song I hoped she would, including "Let Go" which she sang when she was part of the band Frou Frou, "First Train Home," and the extremely well known, "Hide and Seek." I've been listening to her music since I was a junior in high school, so listening to her songs bring back a lot of memories. Most include cold, February nights, driving my new, red car to Starbucks to hang out with my friends. I barely speak to some of those friends anymore. Others, not at all. Hmm...it's funny how things change, isn't it?

Sometimes I miss those days. Most of the time I don't. But the occasional moment does arise when I wish that I could go back to high school. In high school, you have so little to worry about. Everything seems to be a huge deal, but it's really not. You don't worry about money, or what classes you should take next semester to ensure that you graduate in only four years. In high school, you think you know everything. You think that your friends are the most important people in the world and, sadly, sometimes you don't care what your parents say. Then you grow up. You become an adult. You head off to college. And then all of the sudden, you wake up and you're in London, navigating your way around Europe, managing your own money, planning out the next few years, worrying about what you need to do next summer, what jobs to apply for, what internships to consider and you no longer have this strange idea that your parents don't know anything, because, hello? They obviously do!

I was never a rebellious kid. I never had an urge to go out and party and get drunk and pierce my lip and get into screaming fights with people. But I think every teenager does have a time when they just want to grow up and get out. Right? Didn't everyone feel that way? I wish I could tell that 16 year old version of myself to slow down. That's what everyone told us. Not to rush growing up...but we didn't really listen, did we? We were young and stupid.

So listen up, teenagers! I know you won't listen, but I'm saying it anyway. Don't grow up too fast. The world does not revolve around you and it will not cease to spin should things not go your way. The friends that you have right now will very likely not be in your life in two years time. You'll make new, better friends. Don't blow off your parents and do not disregard what they say. Figure out what you love in this world, and make it your passion. Be your own person. Calm down. Slow down. And please, I beg of you...stop wearing leggings as pants.

This has been "Teenage Advice With Laura." Tune in next time to hear Laura discuss her thoughts on the recent victory of her school's football team. Preview: they go something like this, "WOOOOOO!!!!!"

"Girls like you always get to see Ireland..."

The title of this post refers to a line from the song, "Ireland" from the musical Legally Blonde. Yeah, it's a musical. And yes, I do have the soundtrack. Don't judge.

Like our weekend in Paris, our trip to Dublin began early. However, this time Matt and I were up and at 'em by 5:30 instead of 3:30! We're improving! We took the tube to Victoria station where we boarded a train that would take us to Gatwick Airport. Once there, we got on our plane and after only one hour, we landed in Dublin.

If you all remember, Matt and I weren't just going to Dublin for kicks, we were also visiting our friends, Annie and Andrew. Now, Andrew had given me instructions on what to do once we got to Dublin. The instructions went like this:

"When you get off the plane, walk out to where the buses are and get on one of the big green ones, 747 or 748.

Get off the bus after it passes the river.

Then call me. "

Hmm.............ok, sure. We got on the bus and about 15 minutes later, the bus stopped. At a bus station. No river in sight. We called Andrew, who directed us toward the river and then gave us these directions:

"After you cross the bridge over the river, turn right. You'll pass a Heineken building, turn left. There will be a fork in the road, go to the right. The road will curve to the left and you'll see Trinity College. Wait for me there."

Hmm.............ok, sure. Just like Dora the Explorer, we went over the bridge, turned right and saw a Heineken sign. Not a building. We had no clue if that was what we were looking for or not, so we went ahead and turned left. We came to a T in the road. Not a fork...a T. So we went right. The road curved to the left. We saw a building that looked like it could be Trinity College, but of course, there was no sign to tell us if we were right or not. So we waited. Oh! I forgot the best part! During all of these shenanigans, it was raining cats and dogs. And it was very windy. Brilliant. Finally, Andrew found us (turns out, we were standing in front of Trinity College after all!) and we made the long trek back to his house. The LONG trek back to his house. IN THE RAIN. Matt dropped off his stuff and we journeyed even farther to Annie's house. My goodness, I've been spoiled by the London Underground. Dublin, technically, is a walking city. They have a bus system, but in terms of public transportation, that's about it. I thought we walked a lot in London, but nope, we've got nothing on these Dubliners. They're insane.

Our first day was mostly spent getting situated. We grabbed some food, made a game plan for the rest of the weekend, bought tickets to a rugby game (more on that later) and ended up back at Annie's house for the night. And yes, this is a house. Not a dorm room. Annie lives with three other girls, she has her own room and they have a kitchen, two living areas, two fireplaces...the works. How is this fair, I ask you??? They get a house and I have the world's smallest dorm room that is occupied by two people! Ugh!

Anyway, the next day we spent some time at a very interesting prison, called Kilmainham Prison. This prison was used to house many Irishmen (and women) who fought for Ireland's freedom against England. Ironic, isn't it, that they were put in jail in their own country by outsiders? Not one of England's finest moments. Afterwards, we went to the Irish Museum of Modern Art, which was a beautiful building surrounded by tons of trees, all with leaves colored yellow, red and orange. Then we went to the rugby game.

Let me preface this by saying that I have never seen a rugby game before in my life. All I knew was that it was slightly similar to American football. Ha! Similar to American football....rugby players would destroy American football players. They are just as rough, if not even rougher than football players and they do everything without pads. These are just about the manliest men in the world. It was awesome. The teams playing were Leinster (a county in Ireland) and Edinburgh. Naturally, we cheered for Leinster. And they won! Side note: Irish fans are much classier than most American sports fans. They are quite passionate about their team, but there was far less drunken, Texan accent yelling, obnoxious old men at this rugby game. Like I said, it was awesome.

Following the rugby game, the boys decided to go out, while Annie and I stayed in for some much needed girl time. Handfulls of pretzels, two drinks, one home video, two TV episodes (LOST and Gilmore Girls) and lots of laughter later, we were wiped out and gladly went to bed. We slept in on Sunday morning and after lunch, we met up with the boys and headed over to the Guinness Storehouse.

The Guinness Storehouse looks like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. But for adults. The museum part consists of a self-guided tour through floors showing the process through which Guinness is made as well as a lot more information about advertising and distribution of Guinness. It sounds boring, but it really wasn't! The whole thing ends with a free pint, which can either be obtained from the Sky Bar at the very top of the museum, or it can be poured yourself...the right way. Yes, there is a "right way" to pour Guinness. It's very precise, but not hard and it was quite neat to see how it's done. We sat down with our pints and drank to our heart's content. That makes us sound like alcoholics, doesn't it? I promise, we only had one pint each! Except for Annie, who doesn't like Guinness.

Later that night, after a delicious meal that we cooked for ourselves, the boys and I hit the town, determined to have a fabulous Halloween. And we definitely we did. We were a couple of dancing fools and I would not have it any other way. We didn't get home till laaaaatttteeeee and Matt and I had to be up at 5:30 again the next morning to catch our flight back to London. Needless to say, it's been a heck of a weekend.

On the way back to London, I thought about how glad I was to have spent a few days in a city so different from the one that I've become accustomed to. Dublin is a lot more easy going than London. While London is very "GO! GO! GO!" Dublin takes its time. But you know what? I still love London the best. There is something about this city that makes me so content. I just want to give it a hug. Then I thought, if I gave London a hug, what would I give Paris? I decided that a curtsy would do. A pretty little curtsy, for an elegant, posh city. And what about Dublin? That's easy. Dublin gets a high five.

17 days until HP. Yessssss.