happy harry potter
i was in harvard book store and heard someone said that to her friend. i thought it was funny. since i felt like i had to say it too, i called d and wished her, happy harry potter.
wordsworth in harvard sq was crazy. the line actually went around the block and beyond. anand was like, ok... so what do you wanna do now? and i was like, lets just walk around, i'll get the book tomorrow. and so we walked. passed by harvard book store and noticed, hmm... there's not that many people here, why don't we go in? in less than ten minutes, i had a copy of harry potter and the order of the phoenix in my hand. yeay! we were about to leave when i noticed that hmm... lets see what's going on back there in the kid's section. oh hooo... a lady painting faces and arms. as that seaturtle said, sweeeet duuuude. i asked the lady for a really mean dragon, and she gave me... the horntail! sweeeeet. mine was her last piece for the night. i just couldn't believe my luck. including the bad one.
anand and i went to a cafe earlier. i ordered mokka frappe and he mocca and chocolate mousse. he claimed that they made the best mousse and that i simply have to try it. so it came and try it i did. he went, "what do you think?" and i went, "err... it tastes kinda... weird..." and he had a spoonful and went, "i think it has alcohol in it" and i went, "great!" and ran for the bathroom which did't exist and ended up hacking and spitting by the bush. what a luck.
it's such a pity that it's so late at night. i wish i can show my dragon to everyone, it is simply awesome. as it is, only anand, people at the bookstore and my housemates have seen it. i'm crossing my fingers it'll still be on my arm and not on my bedspread when i wake up tomorrow.