Harry Potter 7 Opening Night - Did It!

SPOILER ALERT!!!

Mad dash for the door. Or not: "Oh my God the movie was soooo good! Let's go see it again at 3:15!"

My top seven favorite things about the midnight showing of Harry Potter 7:

What is that mysterious ticking noise?

7. The freshman at my school named Harry Potter (facebook him, it's true).

6. My Harry Potter look alike (see photo above).

5. Harry and Hermione's awkward dance.

4. Dobby

3. Luna Lovegood

2. Harry Potter themed parties, complete with butterbeer, snitches, and the Whomping Willow (see below).

Yes, these are my friends. Jealous?

And the best part of HP7. Drumroll please...

1. Watching the boys' reactions to Hermione's nearly naked scene.

Boston Celtics - Did It!

Shaq, you don't look so big from way up here. I'll take you on.

“Anyone have a tissue?” –Zach. So we were in the nosebleeds. And the Celtics drove a steamroller over the Wizards. Nonetheless, I had a great time. Boston is such an awesome place to be for sports fanatics (or pretend sports fans, though I did find a green shirt to attempt to blend in), and TD Garden was the jam. The only complaint I have is finding out that KG is in fact more douche than nice guy.

Meet God - Adding to THE LIST

About once every two weeks, I think seriously about death. Don’t take this the wrong way – I am not depressed, as Health Services seems to think every college student is, nor do I have a morbid obsession with dying. But I do think it’s fair that if I actually plan on completing everything on this Bucket List (as I most definitely do), then it’s probably a good idea for me to get comfortable with the idea.

I have so many questions: Is there life after death? Is it going to happen to me? Am I going to come back as an ugly mosquito?

Since none of my friends seem to be able to provide me with any useful information on the subject, I’ve come up with a better solution – I am going to ask God, assuming that He exists (I’m referring to God as a male for now, but don’t worry feminists, half the time He is a She in my head). I’m imagining the convo will go a little like this:

Audrey: Hey God! It’s about time we met. Where have you been hiding?

God: My little lamb Audrey, I am with you all the time.

A: Dude, it’s just you and me now. You can cut the quotes, I know the Book.

G: Whew! It gets boring repeating these things.

A: Okay, let’s cut to the chase. What is up with this dying thing? I mean, the mystery around it – is it really necessary? It’s like the suspense in a horror film. Honestly, I think it’s getting too much hype.

G: …

A: What? Now that you can’t quote from the Book, you don’t have anything insightful to say?

Okay, so when this much-anticipated encounter does happen, I hope that I’ll realize that God has a bit more power than I’m giving him credit for, so I should probably cut the sass down just a bit.

[Dear God, I know you know I am joking, so please play along and don’t strike me with lightning tonight. Love, your humble servant, Audrey.]

Skinny Dipping - Did It!

Full moon, full moon? Welcome to my first skinny dipping, circa 2006. And when the boys at the bonfire next to ours came and stole our clothes from the beach, my friend Allie chased after them with nothing on but fierce determination and a piercing battle cry. She won that battle, obviously. What kind of prepubescent boy could resist?

You're gonna wish you didn't eat so many smores when those clothes come off...

Flash forward several years, and I’ve upgraded to skinny dipping in broad daylight. This time it wasn’t so much driven by the liberation of being naked as much as it was for my aversion to tan lines.

Things can only get better from here. Next step, running with the big boys:

Bay to Breakers 12k, San Francisco, CA

Be a YouTube sensation - Adding to THE LIST

Usher found Justin Bieber on YouTube, I have a feeling he’s going to discover me next. I’m shooting for at least one million views. Let’s throw in 500 facebook “likes” while we’re at it. So what if I don’t know what short film I’m going to star in yet? If this kid can do it, so can I. (Guess his age. Hint: he's older than me. Then check your answer HERE.)

Really, though. Doesn’t everyone just want to be famous? I’ll help my friends out here, and give them a headstart to Hollywood. (Film cred: yours truly.)

Moral of the story: don’t be mean to me, because if you are, I won’t introduce you to my co-YouTube-famous stars like Math Girl and doglover199709.

DoubleTree - Cookie Hunt

The NCAA treats well. I’m with my team in Springfield and we found the rumors to be true – the DoubleTree Hotel provides warm chocolate chip cookies upon check-in. Receiving a fresh-baked cookie after a long day of traveling might encourage bias, but I guess we’ll never know. I usually don’t like walnuts in my chocolate chip cookies, but I’ll make this exception.

I was too excited to eat my delicious warm cookie that I forgot to take a picture, so I stole this from the internet. If you’ll believe me, it looks 10 times better in real life.

Hunting - Adding to THE LIST

In honor of No-Shave November (don’t worry –my male housemate is taking part in this ritual, not me), I want to go hunting (also inspired by said male housemate). Something about these scruffy-faced college boys inspires getting down in the dirt with a rifle.

First, I’m going to set the record straight – yeah, I do feel kind of bad killing innocent animals, but I also eat non-free-range chicken, arguably just as bad. I’d like to stay away from shooting the bunnies and the Bambis and start instead with ducks, or maybe cardboard cutouts leaning on hay stacks.

Most importantly, though, it has to be real. A day with nature, albeit screwing with the circle of life. Being in the country (preferably somewhere in Texas), staying still for hours (okay, let’s be real here – a few minutes will be challenge enough), and crawling through mud and ticks to find the perfect spot. Let’s just hope I don’t go on my first hunting expedition during No-Shower September.

Paranormal Activity 1 & 2 - Did it!

I'm a survivor! Can horror movies apply as a cause for post traumatic stress disorder? Okay so watching PA1 in the basement of our house was probably not a great idea, but being 1 of 7 people (my friends and I made 4) in the theater for PA2 was not my fault.

In theory, the movies weren't that scary - nothing happens, you don't see anything, occasionally a door swings by itself. But I won't lie, the overall effect of hidden demons and being dragged and possessed definitely kept me paranoid for a few days (okay fine, I still hear noises and won't sit in the basement by myself).

Thinking about it too much just might make the ghost sightings start all over again, so I won't be talking about it ever again. I'm just going to block it out of my memory forever, and maybe then I'll be able to live a normal life again.

[Hey demon, don't take this the wrong way. I was plenty scared. You really don't need to prove your existence to me, I believe you already.]