Location: Dorm futon
Listening to: How I Met Your Mother and my neighbors talking
I am really excited to meet you. Like, excessively excited. You are a big, lightning-bolt-shaped mystery to me and I would like nothing more than to discover your each and every secret. I spent minutes upon minutes checking the registration page during early registration week, always missing it, until one day. One day, my super amazing boyfriend called me and said, "Guess what I just did?"
I had no guesses. But it was ok, because he was ready with the answer.
"REGISTERED US FOR POTTERMORE!"
I was beyond excited. Early access to the most anticipated website I've ever...anticipated? Awesome!
But, Pottermore, we're beginning to face a few problems. See, you should be alerting me aannnnyyyyy day now about when I can access you. That's what you told me. You said, "You should be hearing from us sometime between mid-August and early September."*
But I haven't heard from you. And it's early September. And I start classes tomorrow, so I won't have so much excessive free time to dedicate to you. So, I really, really need you to alert me, oh, like, right now. Because my roommate isn't here right now and my boyfriend is at work and all I have to occupy me is the internet and the TV, and, frankly, the internet isn't offering me much.
Please, Pottermore. I just want to get to know you.
*This isn't actually a direct quote. It probably shouldn't be in quotes. But I think that's close enough to what it actually said for it to count. I'm definitely the future of journalism...lol.