i can’t believe i have to wait until june for the prisoner of azkaban, the third installment of the harry potter movies, to come out. and, no, it’s not because i’m a huge harry potter nerd; i’m actually just a huge harry potter pedophile. in fact, daniel radcliffe seems to be growing up so quickly, i don’t think i’ll need to append the label “pedophile” to myself every time i mention his name (link via marz).

ok, i’m kidding — well, mostly kidding, anyway. he looks rather sickly in that picture, but i really do think he’s going to be pretty darned good looking when he grows up. he’s got this boyish elijah wood quality about him that i like. or he could just turn out to be really nasty once puberty fully kicks in. i think hermione’s taken a turn for the worst in cuteness. and ron… ugh. yeah, i know: they’re just kids.

speaking of childish things (i couldn’t think of a better segue): at work today, after the patrons had cleared out, i found a bag of marijuana on the floor. i was contemplating whether or not i should chuck it out or sell it to my dope-head friends. in the end, a co-worker spotted me with it and threw it out with the trash. rats!

“there’s no hope with dope!” — saved by the bell