Lay Off

At this moment everyone in my art class is bashing Harry Potter.

Grow up everyone.

Oh no, now my professor is doing a stand up routine of his interpretation of the movie.

"So everyone died in the last movie right? So there's only like five character left? How is there going to be a plot? It's gonna be like: Sooooo Voldemort... you gonna finish that sandwich?"

Oh, Doctor Corey B. Strange, you're hillllllarious.

And meanwhile I'm sitting in the corner of the class planning out my Death Eater outfit. I think I'm going to dye my hair darker too so I look totally evil and once I'm suited up I'm going to come back to class and curse everyone to oblivion.

Then I'm going to destroy my professor's crappy Pandora radio station. Seriously what is this? I think I'm listening to a live performance of a Train song. Yikes. Thirty more minutes of class... thirty minutes... thirty minutes.

If only I had a time turner.