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I'm back from California, but despite what I said in the title, I really don't think I'm home. I just moved back to the States, and despite the fact I was born here, I've spent the majority of my life in Canada. To me, that's my real home. I really miss it.

On the plus side, California was great, if a little cold. I left ninety degree weather to something a good twenty five degrees colder. So, yeah...I was half asleep when we were crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, so i didn't take a picture of the most gorgeous sunset. I remember thinking that I should pull out my camera, but I didn't...

I'm about average at sports, I guess. I'm awful at many of them, but I'm a Tae Kwon Do black belt and a dancer, so those bump up my score by a lot.

Hatred of the week. I mentioned I'm a dancer, but I do classical. And a major part of classical are dance dramas. I loathe them with a passion. Enough said.

Class starts next week. I'm going to be attending an advanced high school, so I'm a bit nervous. I honestly think I only got in because they wanted more internationals.

Since I'm bubbling with excitement over this, I am going to tell you about my Pottermore registration thingie.

I have had really bad luck. First day, I was going to California. My flight was at six in the morning, and I live an hour away from the airport. I stayed up all night, but registration wasn't open by the time I had to leave. When I got to the airport, it was closed.

Second and third day, I fell asleep. Fourth day, I got in. My username is Ashlumos100. Not bad, I guess.

So, I'm going to get some sleep.

Kira