Crank the Freak Switch to 11

My nerdometer is at an all time high. Earlier this week, while watching the documentary Spellbound about the National Spelling Bee, I realized about halfway through that I was attempting to spell words in my head at the same time as the subjects in the movie. The person I was watching this with caught me doing it, and before they could call me out, I admitted I was the biggest geek ever. In my defense, I was burned in my 6th grade spelling bee, eliminated on the word "hacienda." I was furious a.) because I went against my better judgment and spelled it with a "j" instead of an "h" and b.) because I thought it totally unfair that a non-bilingual sixth grader was expected to spell a word in Spanish. Clearly, 14 years later, I'm not over it.

Anyways, I'm not going to pretend that I'm not totally f*ing psyched that I pre-ordered my copy of the seventh, and final, Harry Potter today. I won't repeat the mistake of last HP, which was picking the wrong bookstore to go and pick it up from. I went to the Kip's Bay Borders hoping I would see the HP freaks out in full force, only to find that they apparently congregated at the Union Square Barnes and Noble's. So this time around, I preordered from Club BN, as I like to call it, and come July 21 at midnight that's where I'll be. I'll be dressed normally a.) because I'm not THAT big of a nerd but b.)because my sense of cruelty is such that I will make fun of those in HP costumes (the adults, not the kids, the kids are cool) totally ignoring the fact that I too am giving up a Saturday night to be one of the FIRST to get my hands on a book that I will stay up all night and into Sunday to finish.