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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
The Hogwarts Express I am leaving the house in half an hour and I won't be back for six weeks. How strange. I'm all packed and my suitcase weighs a ton. Actually, it doesn't. It can't weigh more than 50 lbs otherwise they make you pay extra or something. But gosh, it feels heavy. How hard would it be for me to teach myself proper french in 3 days? I'm excited for the train, it looks cool and I am having visions of Harry Potter dancing in my head. Trains seem awfully romantic. I want to stare out the window and draw pictures and read. My brain is exploding, possibly. I need to go haul my suitcases upstairs now. I might pull a muscle. Or seven. Maybe puncture a lung or something. You know, typical suitcase injuries. Now might be a good time to call Batman again. He's good for suitcase emergencies. Hailey spazzed at 1:32:00 p.m. ***
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