Wingardium Leviosa Potter, you were named so that every time a teacher yells at you they’re going to make stuff fly around the room. Your mother wanted to call you Fred, but I thought this would be more true to his memory.
okay this one is legit hilarious
white people: **cry because they’re moving offices**
white people: **erase old whiteboard messages to “I Will Remember You”**
reading about machine learning is increasing my suspicions that I am, in fact, a Cylon
for those who weren’t there, or hadn’t remembered, let me remind you: I used to take sportS VERY SERIUOSLY
one year, probably my most fanatic about ALL sports, coincided with me taking a poetry class at the community college. and there are. some gEMS:
SORRY FOR THE SELF-REBLERG-SPAM BUT
I am reading Bradbury (like I do) and he is gently reminding me to go back. go back to the girl in men’s basketball tees who was fervent to the point of religion about her sports, who had otter heroes and a horse towel that came alive at night. go back there for your stories. GO
so I’m wondering. maybe there’s a story here. maybe I’ve got a sports/myths/search for meaning story in me
this is still a precious gem of About Me and I kind of think it will find its way into my eventual personal website biography. somehow
