Oh, what a beautiful RADISH, sweetheart!

Well, hello folks! It's me, Dylan. I'm not going to say anything about Harry Potter in this post, except for following short tidbit. I couldn't help myself. So if you don't care to hear me marvel over the fabulosity (is that a word?) of the latest HP flick, just skip ahead to where I have marked an X. Remember, folks, X marks the spot. And in this case, the spot is an approved portion of Harry-Potter-Free blogging!

So, anyway. I SAW HARRY POTTER! I actually ended up seeing the midnight premiere, and then I saw it again the next day. I'll probably be seeing it a few more times while it's in theatres, because it's just that great. I think I've been annoying you guys by talking about Harry Potter so much recently. Sorry, I do apologize. I've just been so excited for the movie release!!! But now it's over, and I can go back to my normal self. Not that I was ever really normal.

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I was thinking about my childhood yesterday. Even before I began writing and experimenting in other art forms, I was a pretty creative kid. I had quite the imagination as a girl. The earliest example of this, as it is with any child, is perhaps my slew of imaginary friends. Now, I wasn't one of those kids who had imaginary friends until they were like 10… No, don't get me wrong. But when I was really young, I had quite the posse. My favorite was the infamous Mr. Key, a strapping young musician. Then, there was Little Mo, the smallest fairy in the world. She couldn't fly due to the small size of her wings, and she was always feeling blue about it. Literally, she was blue. Except for sometimes, when we were doing something really fun, she would turn a shade of rosy pink. Then there was Porkchop, the fat one, Lolly, the sweet one, and Pip, the flight attendant. There were many others as well, including a pair of twins whose names I cannot recall…

When I think about these things, I wish I was a little girl again. When you're a kid, a kid is all you are. Now I'm so many different things that I can't keep track. I'm the smart one, and I'm the good writer, and I'm the clutz, and I'm the one who didn't know where the Texas Chainsaw Massacre occurred. (If you know what I'm talking about, you're laughing right now.) Being a kid was so simple. I could pretend my house was a grand castle. I could pretend my living room was a pirate ship. I could create an entire civilization entirely out of Lincoln Logs. I could spend an entire day playing Candy Land and doing absolutely nothing else. I could draw endless amounts of pictures with my jumbo box of crayons, and everyone would tell me what a great job I did even though my sky was purple and my flowers looked like radishes. If I could do these things now, I could. But people would tell me that my flowers look like radishes, and they wouldn't say it nicely. If I tried to play Candy Land all day long, someone would eventually tell me to get off my lazy rear and do something productive. If I made a civilization out of Lincoln Logs, I would be told to clean up my mess. And if I pretended anything was a castle or pirate ship, people would just think I'm crazy.

Oh, the joys of childhood! And the woes of adolescence! Oh, phooey…

Well, I think that's all I have to say on that note. It's late, so excuse me if this post was utter gibberish. At this hour, I honestly can't tell words from sheep. Or vice versa. Have a nice morning, day, week, month, life, folks!

Happy travels,

Curios…zzzzzzz