My friends, this has been what I like to call a murder worthy weekend. It’s the kind of weekend that just makes you want to kill someone – many times even or especially yourself. Friday was Bingo at SS. Peter’s and Paul’s. I wanted to hurt little children. They wouldn’t shut up. It was non stop…and I lost horribly. Saturday was amazing to the point where I wanted to die from sheer joy and misery all at the same time. I was overjoyed because I was able to go see HP 4 with my aunt. It was an awesome movie. I loved it more than I thought I would. Krum and most of the males from Durmstrung were just “Mmmm Mmmmm Good!” at the same time I was depressed to no end because I was with my aunt and not my friends. With the exception of the friendship break down during Harry Potter 2 when I wound up going with my mom I have seen the other movies with my friends. All of them. I had to cover my mouth with my hands, I had no one to giggle and whisper to. And most of all no one to cry with when the little stuck up adorable bastard Cederic died. Sunday was the same as Friday only different location and minus the children. It was bingo day for my aunt (different one from Saturday) ‘s fire company bingo. I tried to beg off because I had (and still do) a lot of homework and assignments to get done. My mother was miserable, I had a migraine and my aunt was possible the most miserable wretch god ever allowed to be created. I wanted to cry. When we got home I claimed computer time for myself to get Monday’s work done and my father kicked me off to do taxes only to freeze the computer 3 times and forcibly shut it down cold all 3 times. He yelled at me blaming me for its malfunction, and I in a fit of infinite wisdom grabbed my purse and went shopping. It was 9:30 at night. 11:45 before I returned home. I spent most of the time in Wal-Mart, the rest of the time sitting in the giants parking lot talking to Simone on the phone trying to stop my shaking (yes, shaking, I was that upset.) I finally returned home, was online for half an hour before being kicked off by mom who needed to go to bed and the clicking was bothering her. Monday started like the rest of my weekend – not giving me much hope for this upcoming holiday week, but it took a turn for the better. I was late for my first class, but I got the assignment that was due in the next one completed satisfactorily (by my standards at least). I was able to buy lunch at subway despite only having a check card with me. I finished reading Schopenhauer (who made my head hurt with his Will is everything and it is evil theory.) and managed to finish writing the paper on him just in time for philosophy class. I also got some mail finished during my other classes – I was bored and had paper. It worked out nicely. This was definitely a weekend to murder over, but the homicidal urge is lessening and I believe this may actually turn into a week where no one gets killed…or at least maimed seriously. Cross your fingers – this may be a close call.