It's official. As are over, now's the time to prostrate myself before some omnipresent being and devote my soul in fervor for a miracle to await me when  Feb/March 2006 arrives. Moderation God, I am thy devotee. Bless me with all the As I need to last me a lifetime.

That aside, after Bio paper 1 on Thursday- which was disheartening- TSF, est and I watched Harry Potter: The Goblet Of Fire and we arrived at the following conclusions: 1) Hermione wore a rag to the ball 2) Daniel Radcliff is probably not going to get an Oscar nomination, ever. 3) Don't watch a movie with Marlom, he does the stupidest things at the most inappropriate times. After Hermione, in her excellent thespian ways collapsed against a pillar saying emphatically, "Everything's going to change isn't it, Harry?" and then some nonsense about writing letters every week, the credits rolled. (it'll be quite funny if I actually stopped here.) The muggle trio that was us waited, by Est's insistence, for the end of the credits. When we realised that the movie was devoid of perfunctory cleaners, we did a very bad thing after that. We sneaked into another theatre to watch Zathura. Zathura was rather interesting, though a tad superficial. I find it amazing that a couch can actually undergo combustion in a vacuum, but such is the state of horrendous movie physics, it's useless to split hairs over it. Besides, we were so convulsed with laughter at our guts that everything seemed hilarious. I know, we're just pathetic this way. It can't be helped if as elites, we have not been tempted into any form of vice except pre-marital sex, cigarettes, the occasional gamble and alcohol abuse.

When Zathura closed happy and nice, we made our escape to the exit and exclaimed what an urban adventure that was. Imagine that, $2.15 for TWO movies. Isn't that a steal.