My dad and I were talking about the Harry Potter movies and books and he realized something. He said it was ironic how everyone thought before there were going to be seven movies, but there ended up being eight. Just like the pieces of Voldemorts soul. There were supposed to be seven, but there ended up being eight…

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Am I the only one who didn’t realize this before?

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So here’s what happened:

I was eating my Melona bar in my basement, watching TV when the phone rings and my dad asks me to go look for the Aeroplan cards and passports. At that point I was like:

After that happened, 3-4 hours later while I was doing this on Tumblr

My sister starts panicking like this

because our parents were booking flights to go somewhere, but they wouldn’t tell her where. Meanwhile, I was all like:

and then finally my dad comes up and says: “So we’re going to Hong Kong for a few weeks, and we’ll be back the day before you start school.”

And I’m like

to this

to this

yet right now …all I can think about.. is how I’m going to survive the first day back to school because of jetlag. 

Cheers~