Fucking Harry Potter

Bloody, fucking HARRY POTTER! I just have to vent here... but I will start at the beginning.

Back in London, and I am in love with the city all over again. I'm having a marvelous time with my friends here, even though Chelsea won the soccer match ;) We were all cheering for Germany :(

Yesterday we went out for dinner and discussed their sexy neighbour. He knew I was coming back, so I just had to work up the courage and knock on his damn door. At about 6pm, I did just that, thinking he had to be gone somewhere for the big soccer game. Even my polish hosts said, he's not home. Just to prove I could knock, I gave the door three HARD bangs, and of course, sexy neighbour was home. SO he came over for a beer, but already had plans for the game. Instead, he suggested all four of us go out for dinner tomorrow (so today, sunday) at about 4pm and then have some drinks somewhere. GREAT! Finally I can spend some time with this guy, what a way to end my trip....but NO! Fucking Harry Potter got in the way.

Now, I love Harry Potter, so the fact I am cursing his name is quite shocking, but I booked the studio tour, which is an hour outside of London, for 530pm. it takes THREE HOURS!! I don't know what I was thinking....probably that we would be so hungover from saturday night, that later on sunday would be best. I called the studio to see if I could start the tour earlier, but they are sold out. So, in short, I hate you Harry Potter!

But as my wise friend here in London told me, everything happens for a reason... Let's just hope sexy neighbour wants to come over for a late drink ;)

p.s: I know I have been a lazy blogger, but I go home Monday, so I will have time to blog again. I just needed to get this Harry Potter hatred off my chest...I love you again HP