Winter Break!!!

Exams are over.

The average time for falling asleep is 3AM.

The average time for waking up is 11AM.

After parents fall asleep, I sneak downstairs to eat ice cream.

Ah yes. This is the life.

Im kinda becoming an introvert.

hmm, I might have a career ahead of me.

on a sour note, my parents are pushing me more than ever to be an artist, when Im more interested in forensics. (Does that make me weird? Yeah.)

Also, I have an essay due.

And finally, I realized that I never put my tumblr on here, though I rarely ever go on it.

So here it is, so you can stalk me. Tumblr - offl99

Also, on Ifunny, I am Miss_Sherlock

aaaaaaaaaaaand yeah.

I don't know, its late, im bored, don't judge me.

(I love you.)

Goodnight, from 2AM land.

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EXAM DEATH BATTLE

IIIIIIIN THIIIIIS CORNER, ALIIIIICE THE FAAAAANGIIIIIRL

AND IN THIIIS CORNER, EXAAAAAAAMS, THE LEAN, MEAN KILLING MACHINE.

Studying?

StuDYING?

NO.



JUST FUCKING NO.


literally, I have to be studying Spanish, and all ive been doing I having long, metaphorical conversations with my friend, writing a proverbial birthday card for my other friend, watching supernatural, and eating my physiological noodles.

hell, I don't know the conjugation of Ser in the preterate tense?!

(whimpers)




...




(dies)




(comes back to life)



yeah so wish me luck

and that ill pas

and stuff.

kbye.

Maidenhood???

so, as you may know, I am a Pagan.

(as is my mother)

She wants to do this whole 'maidenhood' ceremony for me, cuz I got my period about five months ago.

That might me okay, (maybe) except for the fact that she and I aren't on the best of terms, and that fact that she's inviting about 20 people that are total strangers to me.

so I'm basically going to be holding a neon sign saying "HEY GUESS WHAT ALICE CAN BLEED FROM HER UTERUS."

No. thank. you.

And this 'ceremony' is in (lets see...)

exactly 2 hours.

mmmmmmuuuuuugtggghghmhjmfoooooooohhhhhhhppppppppppppppppphhhhh.


See, in this ritual, the mother is supposed to ask the child

"Hey yo, u wanna b a maiden?"

and the child says

"ya fo' shizzle"

or

"nah I b good for a while mebbe latr."

BUT NO

SHE JUST COMES UP SAYING

"Oh and by the way, im planning a maidenhood ritual for you in like two days."

I say "no, im good for now"

and SHE goes

"ITS NOT YOUR DECISION."

WHAT?

W-H-A-T?????

SER-I-OU-S-LY??????????????????????

I cut again.

there was a art opening at school, a gallery.

me being an art student, had a thing in it.

it was after school of course, around 6.

we went.

my parents left, and 'forgot' to take me with them.

it took about an hour for them to answer their phone, and actually realize.

my mom came to pick me up, stopping to pick up groceries before getting me.

finally, in the car, she said "You've seemed so angery lately. whats the matter?"

the matter.

WHATS THE MATTER.

YOU FUCKING TELL ME.

I'm Scared

This is a rather disturbing picture that I drew. (I can't tell if it'll pull up, just trust me). 

I am fairly certain that I'm clinically depressed, it fits everything I have. 

But how do you go up to your parents and say "Yo, I self harm, have an eating disorder, and need therapy. What's for dinner?"

No.

Doooooont think so.

And the strange thing is, literally, the only thing that's kept me from suicide multiple times is my fandoms. COME ON.

No, I'm not one of those hipsters that say "Oh, Supernatural is my liiiiiife." 

NO, LITERALLY, THIS IS WHAT KEEPS ME ALIVE SOMETIMES.

Supernatural tells me that family doesn't end in blood, and blood doesn't necessarily  mean family, and that anyone can change the world.

Doctor Who tells me that no one is unimportant, any one can be special.

Sherlock tells me that anyone can find a friend worth dying for, and anyone can be that friend.

These people are just actors.

Actors.

Story lines.

They don't even know what an impact they've made on me.

I connect - to them, to the story. I feel like I understand them, that they understand me.

I can laugh when they do, and feel actual mirth. 

I cry when they do, easy, loose tears, not painful sobs.  

I am happy. 

I am afraid of what will happen when this tiny thread - this tiny little connection - will stop working.

I am afraid of what I am becoming. 

Thank you for reading.

P.S.

Since I'm fairly sure the picture won't pull  up, I put it on my page, so just click my face and you can see it.

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SUPEEEER

IM SO ADDICTED TO SUPERNATURAL ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

I RECENTLY TOOK A BREAK FROM WATCH BY READING LONG DESTIEL FANFICS AND LOOKING AT FAN ART

SEE?!



I CANT

I CANT EVEN

*dies*

(KILL ME NOW PLEASE)

I AM IN THE LOST CITY OF...

Atlanta.

Whew.

The drive over was 6 hours. (Six hours in a tiny hot car with my road rage infected parents). 

(I need a break)

Also my phone started having like... Seizures. 

I CAN'T WATCH MY NEEEETFLIIIIIX.

I can't watch supernatural or doctor who or Sherlock. 

That is terrible for a Superwholockian.

IM ONLY ON SEASON 4 OF SUPERNATURAL WHAT HAPPENS DEAN NEEEDS TO KISS CAS PLEASE RIGHT NOW I CAN'T SLEEP WITHOUT KNOWING WHAAAAAAT HAAAAAPEEEEEENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH

(Someone please please please kill me).

Finally, I signed up for NaNoWriMo.

U should sign up.

I'm offl99.

Welcome to my profile, 

I'm insane.

(Hooray).

(I love you)

First time for everything

Guys. In doing it. I'm actually going to start watching Supernatural. I wouldn't let myself before cuz I'm sure that ill fall for it hard and I'm already a wholockian I can't be a superwholockedian it would tear me apart. If I get addicted, someone reach through my screen and slap me, okay? (Keep in mind this is like one In the morning I'm not even thinking straight.( 

Anniversery

welp.

This is the anniversary of the first time I cut.

10:00 tonite, it will have been a year.

funny.
doesn't feel like a year.

sad thing is, the first time, it was over a boy.

we were at a party... him and her were slow dancing... I was watching them, it was tearing me apart inside... god, I loved him so much.... and he had his face pressed into her hair, and she was resting her head against his chest... they were happy, at peace, perfectly content. with each other.

I died inside.

that night, I went home and took a shower.
I cried.
it hurt so bad.

I looked at my shaving razor - just a second, that was all it took.

id heard of people doing stuff like that, but had never really thought about it.

I grabbed it, didn't even think.

and slashed.

and there was blood.

and I felt better.

so I did it again, and there was more blood... I couldn't believe that I was the one who put it there.


later, the disgust of what I had done caught up with me.
that's the thing, after its over, the guilt makes it even worse, and you have to do it again to make it better.
and its addictive... its so addictive.

its horrible.

once is all it takes.

you just have to yank yourself out of the cycle, go cold turkey.

there is no weaning off, no easy way out.

and you know what? turned out that he raped that girl - sexually abused her for months.

that could have been me.

it could have been me.

I spent months hating her, but she was the one who saved me from that.

how is that fair?!

its been about two weeks since I last cut. (48 hours if no blood is drawn but it still hurts so good - not sure if that counts.)

well, 15 minutes left to go.

wish me luck.

with everything.

love you
<3

crap happens.

so... a lot of stuff has happened.
not Johnlock related, sorry to say.

first, I lost it, and cut again.

five months clean, then this!

I thought that just like other addiction, the urge to self harm would slowly fade.

but it didn't. everyday was a struggle not to grab a razor to make the pain go away. and one day, my parents just got too bad, too strong... so I snapped.

I hate myself for it.

so I stopped eating for a while, punishment I suppose.

after a week of under 300 calories a day... I said "you know what? fuck this shit. the best punishment I can give to those people is allowing myself to be happy, even after all they've don't to me."

so I started this thing, I went to Michaels (the store) and got this huge pack of hundreds of different beads.
I dumped it all out on the floor, and spend about four hours sorting everything.
it was really Zen.
then I started a bracelet, everyday I don't cut, I get another color of the rainbow.
it sounds stupid I suppose, but Its actually working for me.

and I am scared.

I am scared, because if I thought I would be okay after five months, when will this end?
when will the urge go away?

when can I be rid of this?

im sorry to dump all of this emotional baggage on you... love you all...
<3

p.s.
I found this poem that really connects to me. I love it:

"I said to the sun
'tell me about the big bang.'
and the sun said 'it hurts to become.'
and I carry this hurt
on the tip of my tongue."
- Andrea Gibson

half birthday

ITS MAH HALF BIIIIIIRTHDAAAAAAAAY!!!

WOOOOOHOOOOO












SEE?!

SHERLOCK WISHED ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

WISH ME A HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY OR SUFFER MY WRATH!!!!!!!!


ok bye.
(luv ya)

<3

My Sherlock Explosion

So today I went on about thirty different 'Sherlock self quizzes.'

these are my favorite results.

HOW I WOULD MEET SHERLOCK & JOHN:

Bio: Mother died when you were young. Father forced you to be perfect but nothing was ever enough for him. He eventually committed suicide because he couldn't take the death f your mother well. You moved to central London and started going to school. You were too shy to talk to anyone, so you didn't make any friends. You have a massive intellect and everything comes easy too you. That's when you started being able to read others like a book.

How you met Sherlock and John: One day you were sitting in the park on a bench, when BAM! Someone threw a rubber dodge-ball at your head. You got up to move. But the group of kids who threw the ball wouldn't allow you to leave. They started to tease and bully you. That's when John stepped in and made them stop. You thanked him and he invited you to his flat for some afternoon tea. That's when you accidently deduced him. You tried to leave but John stopped you and told you what you did was amazing. He told you there was a friend of his who did the same thing. That's when you met Sherlock and you deduced him. He was shocked. He praised you and you visited their flat almost everyday after school from then on.

What the Cast Thinks of You:
Sherlock Holmes: She's shy but cunning. I was surprised when she deduced me like that. It was very impressive.
John Watson: She's so smart! And she's adorable too. I wish she would talk more. She's so shy. To think she's just like Sherlock, it's almost comical!
Mrs. Hudson: She's a very sweet girl with perfect manners. I love it when she comes over to visit. It brightens my day. She's like Sherlock, only nicer.
Molly Hooper: I met her a couple times when she tagged along with Sherlock at the lab. She's a cute little girl.  But she's very shy and doesn't talk much. I can't tell you much about her. She's very smart though. I wonder if she's related to Sherlock somehow.
Greg Lestrade: She's a mini Sherlock. Except she's more sweet and caring. I like her a lot.
Mycroft: The girl will be a good influence on my brother. I'll let her hang around for a while. But I must have her watched at all times.
Sally Donovan: She's Sherlock Jr. She's shy and doesn't talk at all. She hates me because I don't like Sherlock. Oh well, no my problem.
Anderson: She's an annoying little brat. She's always sticking her tongue out at me because I insult Sherlock all the time. She won't talk to me though.  I heard she was just like Sherlock though. Maybe the two are related.
Moriarty: She's cunning and sweet. I've been watching her for the past couple for weeks. She doesn't talk much and she has no friends. The poor girl. I could use someone like her on my side. Maybe I'll chat with her about it

 HERES HOW MY DATE WITH SHERLOCK WOULD END UP:

You love Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes loves you. So you are willing to protect that man with your life, for ever since you met him you saw the human part of him. Of course, this makes you a large.target for Moriarty and his guys, but it also means that Sherlock will risk anything to save you,so don't worry. You're going to get kidnapped at inconvenient times, and you may have a gun at your head more than you'd like to count, but nonetheless, you will always have a consulting detective to get you out of any mess.

 

HOW I WOULD DATE JOHN:

How You Began Dating
You and John began dating after Sherlock practically forced the two of you together. 'Oh for gods sakes! Stop making eyes at each other and date or something!' He had shouted exasperatedly as he had left in a huff. You were amazed at how quickly you had began to trust John, it almost scared you. After two years of dating you found out you were pregnant with twins. When you told John he was over the moon, and started spinning you around the living room of 221b, causing you to laugh. Suddenly, Sherlock came in took one look at you both and said, 'I wish to be Godfather, and to be called Uncle Sherlock.' Then promptly left, you and John looked at each other, again bursting into laughter. <3

 

ANOTHER DATE WITH SHERLOCK:

He loved you!

He really liked you!
He loved your outfit and your personallity
You ate his food for him though you were full
The next day you meet up again at the flower shop
GOOD JOB!

 

HOW GOOD I WOULD BE AT SOLVING A CRIME WITH SHERLOCK:

Solved in three seconds

You are as good as Sherlock himself... Or perhaps you may even be better. Sherlock: no one is better than me. He/she can't be! (Me: drink some more of whatever that is. I dare you.)John: he/she's just like him. JUST LIKE HIM. I mean, it's not horrible, but it drives Mrs. Hudson mad.
Mrs. Hudson: he/she isn't bad, but  there was a gang of ruffians breaking down the door last week looking for them... I'm beginning to fear my own safety.

AND FINALLY:

THE TRANSLATED-INTO-WORDS VERSION OF 'THE BLIND BANKER.'

“Sherlock, are we seriously going to go through every single one of these books?” John asked in disbelief, looking at the piles of them surrounding the small living room.

“Even if it takes all night, we’ve got to find something that connects them…books that they both own is a start,” Sherlock replied crisply.

“But I’ve got work tomorrow!” John pleaded.

Sherlock sighed, rolled his eyes and turned to look at him. “Well then, invite Petrichor over. I’m sure she’d enjoy the exercise, and she loves books!”

John gave him a why-don’t-you-do-it-yourself-you-great-big-cowardly-bully look.

By way of answer, Sherlock held up a book. “I’m working,” he minced.

Petrichor readily agreed to come over, but she was very quiet as they worked, sorting out the different books.

After about three quarters of an hour Sherlock finally looked up. “What’s wrong?”

She shook herself and gave him a sad smile. “I just keep thinking about poor Soo Lin, I mean… I knew her. Not too well, but I can’t help thinking that if I had been there…”

John came and put a hand on her shoulder. “Cora, there’s nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault,” he said gently.

“Yeah…” she sighed, and then shook herself again and went back to work.

They worked all through the night; Petrichor stacking books from Lukis’ crate and Sherlock Van coon’s, while Faithful John wrote down all the titles of the ones both men had.

Sometime later, John’s thought pattern was broken by the alarm on his watch beeping. Time to go to work, it said, and he groaned miserably.

“I’ve gotta go…” he mumbled, putting on his coat.

“Okay,” Petrichor and Sherlock said simultaneously.

“And I hope this was worth it,” John muttered as he went down the stairs.

It was later that afternoon when he came back, smiling widely.

“Where’s Cora?” he asked, looking around.

Sherlock looked up. “Oh, she got a call from Lestrade, but she said she’d be back. You need to get some air, and I’ve got work to do; we’re going out tonight.”

“Oh, uh, actually…I’ve got a date,” Watson beamed.

“Really?” Came a voice from the other end of the room. “Who with?”

John and Sherlock both turned and saw Petricor munching on an apple, her knee-length coral coloured skirt swinging as she walked forward.

“Wait, a date? What?” Sherlock was completely lost by the word.

“It’s where two people who like each other go out and have fun,” John explained.

“Well that’s what I was suggesting!” Sherlock looked hurt.

John gave him a funny expression: “No, it wasn’t. At least I hope not.”

Cora stood grinning at the exchange, then came and put her arm around Sherlock’s shoulder.

“Well that was awkward.”

He rolled his eyes and looked up at her as if to say, “Do you MIND?”

She removed her arm, still grinning and took a satisfying crunch! out of her apple. “No awkwardness here boys…just saying.”

Sherlock turned back to John. “Where Are you taking her?”

“Uh, cinema,” John smiled.

“Ugh; dull, boring…predictable,” Sherlock scoffed. “How about this? In town for one night only.” Temptingly, he handed John an advertisement for a Chinese circus.

“Thanks, but you’re not exactly the person giving out dating advice,” John took the paper and left the room to change out of his coat.

Sherlock looked at Cora and smiled. “He’s calling to book the reservation.”

Petrichor pointed her apple at him. “And you said the cinema was predictable.”

Sherlock sighed. “That’s why ordinary people like it so much.”

Cora was lying on her back on her favorite comfy chair, eating her apple, upside-down. “I like the cinema.”

To that Sherlock had no answer.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Sherlock paced, Petrichor (whom John had invited to stay the afternoon while he got ready) sitting in her comfy chair right way up, reading.

“I need a reason to go to that Circus,” he muttered. “But I don’t want to embarrass John.”

He turned to Petrichor. “Anything in mind?”

She didn’t answer.

“Petrichor?” Sherlock demanded, loudly.

She started and looked up. “Oh, sorry, I can’t hear anything when I read; it’s why I never have time to.”

“I need to get in that circus without causing fuss about adding a reservation,” Sherlock explained.

She shrugged in a very helpful manner and answered, “You’ll think of something,” before turning back to her book.

“Really?” Sherlock asked.

No answer.

He began pacing again, thinking it over in his mind of ways to make a smooth entrance. Then, suddenly, a possibly very evil light-bulb went up in his head.

He turned slowly to Petrichor, sitting so innocently cozied up in the chair, her coral coloured top and sky blue jeans tucked neatly into the big space…and smiled.

“You could go as my…date…thing.” He still didn’t quite grasp that concept.

“Ever been on a date?” he asked a moment later, looking out the window.

The sound of a page turning was his only response.

He shrugged. “Oh of course you have...everybody has…well, I say everybody.”

He turned back towards her chair and clapped his hands in the establishment of an idea. “Right, so that’s settled then, you’ll go as my girlfriend, John goes with his; everything works out BEE-AUTIFULLY!”

Petrichor laughed at something in her book and Sherlock pulled out his phone. “Okay, I’ll call the circus and have that changed…”

He dialed the number and added the two of them in a separate reservation with the name Watson; Sherlock had had an extra large intake of irony in his bagel that morning. and with Cora completely oblivious to these new developments, then with a smile sat down in a chair across from her and began to read.

Petrichor was reading one of John’s books called “I’m SO going to kill you…” some psychology book for the returning veteran intending to boost stamina or whatever. Sherlock shrugged as he settled himself in with P. J. O’Rourke.

 

I LIED. THIS IS THE FINAL THING(S)

 

 



JUST SOMETHING TO AID YOU AND WARM YOUR HEART ON YOUR LONG, HARD JOURNEY IN LIFE.

ALSO IT WAS JUST TOO FUN TO RESIST. :)

BYE
(WHY AM I TALKING IN ALL CAPS)
<3
 

***Fangirl explode***

User: Who does sherlock love? Cleverbot: I don't know. User: Who does john watson love? Cleverbot: John Watson loves Sherlock Holmes. User: Yes, exactly correct. Cleverbot: Exactly wrong. User: No. Cleverbot: Flower. User: For john. Cleverbot: You're. User: For me? Cleverbot: Yes. User: Aww. Cleverbot: Who are you? User: Sherlock Holmes. Cleverbot: Yes, Sherlock Holmes. Believe in Sherlock. User: I believe in Sherlock Holmes. Cleverbot: Do you ship johnlock? User: Oh god yes. And here we have the final results from the fandom deathmatch of doom. 50. fucking. 50. NO. and finally, the interview that Benedict Cumberbatch gave for the New York Magazine. (Goodness Benedict, such language!) sorry its a bit long, but I just love it. I've read it like three times. Benedict Cumberbatch, Out of Darkness By Mary Kaye Schilling Share I meet Benedict Cumberbatch the afternoon after an awkward ­appearance on Letterman, where he was promoting his part as John Harrison, an intergalactic terrorist, in J. J. Abrams’s Star Trek Into Darkness. It’s a summery spring day in New York, and we’re on the patio of his room at the Bowery Hotel. Cumberbatch—his dead-white complexion shaded by a newsboy cap—is “chuffed” by his posh digs; it’s his first starring role in a blockbuster, and he’s not used to this level of star treatment—well, from everyone except David Letterman, who has not, apparently, been following the actor’s rise as avidly as the actor’s Internet fan club, the ­Cumberbitches. Not only did Cumberbatch have to follow an animal act, but Letterman, who began by referring to Star Trek as Star Wars, asked his guest—a ­veteran of twenty movies, including ­Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy and War Horse—if he was new to major motion pictures. (The actor, being the polite, Harrow-­educated Brit that he is, jumped in to save his host: “This major? Yes!”) I tell Cumberbatch that, given Letterman’s cluelessness, I was surprised there weren’t the usual efforts to wring a laugh from his name. “Well, since he couldn’t even say it,” says the actor. “At one point, before I came on, he announced me as ‘Benedict Cumber… ,’ and his voice sort of trailed off. My friends said, ‘What the fuck was that? It was like his batteries ran out.’ But that’s the sort of thing that’s been happening here, where I’m not as well known,” he continues. “It’s strange to be 36 and still explaining the weirdness of my name.” Cumberbatch is very well known in Britain and practically a superstar ­online thanks to his Golden Globe–nominated role as Sherlock Holmes in the BBC’s high-tech, modern-day Sherlock, which debuted in 2010. (It’s more of a cult hit here, where it airs on PBS.) “I generally don’t look to see what people are saying about me,” he says. “But when the show started to explode in Britain, and I was reading stuff online, I started to think it was real. I thought I’d walk outside my door and hundreds of people would be lining the streets, cameras would be flashing. I quickly ­realized the audience was virtual.” Well, not really. Those are flesh-and-blood fans huddled outside the London locations of Sherlock, which is currently shooting its third season. “That’s why I have this ridiculous length and color,” says Cumberbatch, tugging at his black hair (he’s naturally auburn). “Every time I take Sherlock out of the box, I have to put the fucking hair dye on.” This is a man who lives for details. His breakout role in Britain was the young Stephen Hawking in the BBC’s 2004 film Hawking. It introduced one of his great talents—humanizing the analytical—and a reputation for precision and obsessive preparation. To wit, this description of his Star Trek villain, a genetically engineered superman: “I wanted Harrison’s voice to have something slightly manufactured and odd, that sounded test-tube-made, where every word was sort of etched,” Cumberbatch explains. “I was keen to make his violence quick—not balletic, but purposeful. And his physique—he’s not Bane, he’s not this unsurpassable physical entity. He’s a warrior, a spearhead—someone who just carves his way through and doesn’t stop. There had to be emotion in the movement as well, and when he was at rest, it was more reptilian.” Cumberbatch prefers the hows to the whys of acting, and he found a kindred spirit in Meryl Streep, his co-star in this fall’s August: Osage County. “I asked her how she approached the multiple layers of her part,” says Cumberbatch. “And she said, ‘I don’t know. I don’t have a process. It changes with every job, doesn’t it?’ And I thought, Oh, thank God, to hear her say it. This whole thing about technique or method? It’s bullshit. People say, ‘Oh, you’re so precise.’ But within that I work very hard to give every part a heartbeat. I learned a lot from just watching Meryl in repose. It was a bit like a Sherlock deduction actually.” Clockwise from top left: Hawking, 2004; Sherlock, 2010; As Julian Assange in The Fifth Estate, out this fall; Star Trek: Into Darkness, 2013. Once people have digested the ­absurdity of his name, the next reaction generally goes like this: “Oh, yeah, he’s good. But he’s so strange-looking.” Letter­man featured the Tumblr, Otters Who Look Like Benedict Cumberbatch, which the actor considers “utterly brilliant.” To my mind, his big, impacted features are more reminiscent of an Easter Island head—a near parody of good looks that can have the effect of making more ­traditionally movie-star handsome actors (say, Star Trek’s Chris Pine) look dull by comparison. They can also distract from the transformative physicality he brings to every part, from buttoned-up brainiacs (Christopher ­Tietjens in the recent BBC Two mini-series Parade’s End) to the more ­explosive demands of Danny Boyle’s 2011 stage production of Frankenstein, in which Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller alternately played Victor ­Frankenstein and his creature. What are the odds, I ask Cumberbatch, that you and your friend Miller would both end up playing Sherlock Holmes? (Miller is the star of the CBS hit Elementary.) “We laughed about it a lot,” he says. “I love his show. It’s a deviation, a beautiful and interesting one. Our Sherlock chimes much more with Conan Doyle’s original—I don’t think Jonny would mind me saying that.” Where Cumberbatch’s Holmes is notably asexual (while still managing to be sexy), Miller’s is the opposite. Yet, curiously, the former has more chemistry with his Watson, played by Martin Freeman, than the latter has with his, played by Lucy Liu. Cumberbatch has a history of compelling rapports with his male ­co-stars. “I’m basically gay, is that what you’re saying?” he says with a laugh. No, it’s not sexual chemistry, just a more ­delicate version of male friendship than we’re used to seeing in American films, where relationships between bros tend to be warier and more superficial. “I see a similar tenderness between Kirk and Spock,” he says. “It speaks to the sort of friendship you’re talking about, and maybe that was part of my appeal for J.J.” If Harrison is a bit of an enigma, the intentions of Cumberbatch’s next character, Julian Assange, were crystal clear. This time the challenges were less physical than moral. The script for November’s The Fifth Estate is based on two one-sided accounts that are not pro-­Assange, a man the actor admires: “No matter how you cut it, he’s done us a massive service, to wake us up to the zombielike way we absorb our news.” Though he and Assange have never met, Cumberbatch says the two had “a form of communication. He hates the idea of the film and asked me not to do it, and I said to him, ‘Well, somebody is going to do it, wouldn’t you rather it’s someone who has your ear, who could steer the film to a place that’s more accurate or balanced?’ The tabloid image of him, what he fears is going to be promoted—that weird, white-haired guy wanted for rape—is so far from what we did.” Comparatively speaking, ­December’s The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug was just good, sweaty fun. Cumberbatch did his time at Peter Jackson’s motion-caption studio playing the titular, gold-hoarding dragon as well as the ­Necromancer and resents reports to the contrary. “It was publicized that I ‘voice’ Smaug, and I thought, Fucking hell. My voice, my motions—I worked my ass off to create that dragon!”       me: <Licks lips> finally, I am still thinking of a contest. (I will post an example next post) bye! Thanks! <3

*CRY*

*whimper*

Well... I had an interesting week.

First, as you know, I got my leg all wrapped up for a strained tendon.
(it is feeling better now)

Also: I touched a REAL human skull.

eew/cool!

It was for art (we had to draw it) and the teacher just plopped it down in front of me and said "Here Draw it." So yes, I touched it.

It was weird, thinking about how this thing that I am holding was alive, it was a real person, but they died, and now their head is sitting here in front of me.

For me to draw.

-_-





In other news, I have been watching Paranormal Witness for hours. Why? Because I am BORED JOHN. BORED <bang> BORED <bang> BORED BORED BOOORED <bangbangbang>

Mom: ... Alice, where did you get a gun?

Me: Entertain me already!

Mom: ...

The rest of the world: ...

Yup.

So, I'm thinking about doing some kind of contest, like whoever re-blogs something the most will get a drawing from me or something (I AM an art major after all.)

My friend Maya has seen some of the stuff I do so she can vouch for me ^_^

(Maya hurry up and vouch for me already!)

Any ideas for a contest?

Comment if you have any ideas.

Love you! Thanks for reading! Byeee!
<3

OW

MY LEG HURTS.

I strained it in dance the other day,

It reeeeaaaaally hurt, so I told my parents.

They said 'Suck it up.'

I am now in a leg brace.

Ow.

Not really a 'Just suck it up' thing.

Ow.

sorry that this is so short, but virtually nothing happened to me this week.

Well, a random girl gave me a doughnut.

but that's it.

sorry! love you!
<3

I function perfectly well without sleep.

I function perfectly well without sleep.

no, seriously.

okay, so i am not much of a night person (though im CERTAINLY not a morning person).
so im rarely up past midnight, which is when i just....drop.

it is 3:30 AM now.

i got tired, then more tired, then less tired, then not tired at all. like, zero coffee, zero soda or sugar, but i feel like i am ready for tomorrow without even closing my eyes.

why am i so late you ask?

well, my cousin is coming to town!
you know how in class, teachers sometimes ask you to write a paper or something about your role model, the person you look up to?

well my cousin is my role model.

i mean, i don't really respect my parents enough, and few other people fit the bill.

she just graduated from college in as a film major.

she is fluent in Chinese.

she already has a job working for Sony.

you know the TV series Elementary? yeah, that's her.

shes one of the few people that i can honestly love her, that i look forward to seeing her whenever shes over.
unfortunately, i usually try to impress her, which generally makes he look like an idiot.

so im just sitting here, watching a horror thing on Netflix, texting my relationship hopeless friend, eating raspberries, and typing this.

Nirvana.

no way would i be allowed to do this if my parents were 'here.'

you see, if im not a night person, then both my parents are REALLY not night people.

so im on cousin watching duty while they sleep.

AND IM STILL. NOT. TIRED.


UPDATE

so she came.

perhaps she forgot to mention that she was also coming with her boyfriend and two Czech friends who speak limited English.

-_-

im supposed to be their tour guide tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes.

im going to try to get some sleep.

(but im not tired)


UPDATE AGAIN

its only about 8 in the morning right now, so i got maybe five hours of sleep, but i just woke up and couldn't go back to sleep.

UGH.

at least I knw those future high school all-nighters will be easy.

i actually did my homework at around 2:30, so.

 I'm going to a Labor Day thing with some OTHER people who came out of town to visit us, so I'll be on my way.

Thank you all for reading (all four of you) and have a wonderful Labor Day.
<3

I am. So. Happy. Right. Now.

I am. so. happy. right now.

I guess this is going to be a youtube video blog post, enjoy.
I tore my soul apart watching all of these.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVrtxpxHviE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uI5iO7bGxSU

click. click now, and don't turn back.

both of them. It just made. made me.

OH MAH GAWD IT MADE ME FANGIIIIIIIIIIRL

I love love LOVE all of the great fanart the went into this!!!!!

and then how Benidict Cumberbatch was just like "oh my GAAAAWWWWWD"

AND AND AND THEN THE LITTLE CHIBIS THEY THEY DID THE THING AND ASNJWNRFCBGH JKESV LSE TRGERBGVKQETVSEHBGVLERVHBTLE--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

An error had occurred after your regularly scheduled blogger has, once again, gone catatonic after rewatching all the episodes of Sherlock in one night. Seriously blogger, get a life.
she started sobbing and wouldn't move from her corner, saying how "Sherlock wasn't dead, that John was alone, that she just couldn't believe it.
and. Wouldn't. Freaking. Move.
We tried to revive her quickly with British tea, bed sheets, smiley faces, and videos explaining how he might have faked his death.
it worked.


OK, BLOGGER BACK ONLINE.
SORRY BOUT THAT.

ok, so I found this video, and my GOD it saved me from permanent coma or something.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0Hu2BSHiAg


also parts two and three are available from the video.

now Netflix is caling to me.
(stop it Netflix, I have to blog. no, no stop poking me. oh well, maybe ONE more episode. season. fandom. whatever.)

so I will leave you with this last video, Benedict Cumberbatch's appearance on top gear.

oooooh the feels. the sexy, sexy feels.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg5J2NeGTNQ

loooooooove it.

well, Netflix and a bottle of mio are tag teaming me while I write this, so I'd better go.

bye! I love you all!
<3

A poem for you

wow... its already almost sort of maybe not really the weekend.

um.

HEEEEY, I WROTE YOU A POEM/SONG

theres a funny one and a depressing one. which do you want? TOO BAD, YOU GET BOTH.
If you don't want to get depressed, just skip the second one.
don't hate, this was just about the only thing I did all week.

apart from turn my parents onto Sherlock.

That was fun.

our whole family is Cumberbitches now. :)

HERES THE FUNNY ONE:
Its not an original, but its just too awesome not to share
its a parody of Ke$ha's Tik Tok.

SHERTOK

WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN
feelin like John Watson
grab my jam, I'm out the door
I'm gonna shoot this cabbie
before I leave, drink some tea
"Damn my leg Mrs. Hudson,"
cuz when I leave with Sherlock
that cane ain't coming back.
I'm talkin Moriarty at the door, door,
Mycroft bein a bore, bore,
not knowing who that bomb is for, for,
OH WA OH

YEAH? YEAH? UH HUH? RIGHT?

ok, heres the depressing one: .3.

I'm trapped in a rainbow, but my monochrome is spilling through
I may not have roses hidden in my closet
anymore
but I have too many pictures
hidden in my drawer
and its taking everything I am
not to stare at them anymore
but the lust of that razor
hidden under my pillow
is looking better by the day
those pictures have yet to gather dust
but those roses are fading away.


*commence depressing feelings*


and finally: for my FIFs (Friends In Fandoms)

heres a exert of my favorite part of the ORIGIONAL Sherlock: (by Arthur Conan Doyle)

 

"You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt?”

It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.

“It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.”

He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.

“You are right,” he cried, with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?"

 

 

IT WAS LIKE HE KNEW ABOUT JOHNLOCK BEFORE IT HAPPENED.

 

Arthur Conan Doyle was physic.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

WELL ITS TUESDAY.

KILL. ME. NOW.

I woke up this morning, thinking "Oh good! Its Friday!"

and then I realized. its frikkin TUESDAY.

ARE you kidding me.


Anyway, I'm posting a conversation I had with a fellow sherlockian on Omegle.

it was HILARIOUS.

the youtube videos are all legit.

sorry its so long, but it is funny.

 

 

Stranger: aaa

You: dull. - SH

Stranger: hehehe

Stranger: so excited for the new year

You: im excited for the new Sherlock season

Stranger: yep

Stranger: how do you feel about Watson's mustache?

You: O_O HE DOESNT HAVE ONE

Stranger: have you seen the teaser?

You: ???

Stranger: I'll get the youtube link

You: the seris, not the movie

Stranger: I know

Stranger: the series

You: JOHN DOESNT HAVE A MUSTACHE

You: NOOOOOO

Stranger: HE DOES

Stranger: I KNOW

You: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

You: BUUUUUUT HE CAAAAAAANT

Stranger: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llGXWICGsD4

Stranger: ...tis true

You: JOHNLOCK FOR LIIIIFE I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES #NOTDEAD

Stranger: WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO

Stranger: the sexual tension between the two is tangible

You: AAAAUUUUGH FELLOW SHERLOCKIAN

You: I KNOOOOW RIIIIGHT

Stranger: They have such an awesome bromance

You: YES

You: just yes

You: they are sooooo gay for eachother <3

Stranger: now you've made me impatient for the new season

Stranger: AUAUUAURHGHGH

Stranger: "I don't have any friends.....I just have one."

You: wait im watching the link u sent

You: gimme a sec

Stranger: k

You: OH MAH GAWD HE HAS A MUSTACHE

Stranger: That teaser was TOO SHORT

Stranger: and yes. HE HAS A MUSTACHE

You: AAAUAAAUAUAUAUUUHHH *INTERNAL SOBBING*

Stranger: Sherlock's gonna be like

You: john wat did u do????

Stranger: "I will not kiss you with that filth on your face."

You: what have you done john????/

Stranger: but john will be so shocked

Stranger: that the mustache will fall off his face

You: hey r u a boy or girl? kik? ur the only other person who seeeeeees it

You: THE BEAUTY OF JOHNLOCK

Stranger: I know, right?!

Stranger: girl here

You: lol same

Stranger: ------------

You: ok im --------

You: YAAAAY

Stranger: When the next episode comes out

You: nov. 24

Stranger: not in the US, i'm afraid

Stranger: I've heard the release in the states will be January

You: im in US, its Nov. 24

Stranger: No. Way.

You: way

Stranger: oh, god.

Stranger: That's

Stranger: so

Stranger: soon

Stranger: yet so far away

You: ugh my kik isn't connecting and I KNOOOOOW RIIIIIGHT

You: IM JUST SITRTING HERE BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND PAINTING YELLOW SMILY FACES EVERYWHERE AND CURLING UP IM CORNERS WITH JUST BEDSHEETS ON AND CRYING

Stranger: found you!

You: found u too!!!

You: HOOORAY

Stranger: Let me guess

Stranger: You like chocolate?

You: yes

Stranger: what kind?

You: dark and milk, no white

Stranger: good taste

You: thank you

Stranger: I'm all for dark chocolate

You: yup dark rules

Stranger: What's your fav episode?

You: umm the third one (cant remember what its called)

Stranger: first season finale?

You: yeah

You: whats urs?

Stranger: I like the last one

Stranger: but a close second is A Scandal in Belgravia

You: oh buts its so sad

You: and that one is AWESOME

Stranger: SO MUCH FUN

You: I KNOOOOOW RIGHT

Stranger: my favorite fanvid

Stranger: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozkPQmm64yc

Stranger: watch out for all the feels

You: lol were just here fangirling and the OP is just watching like wtf?

You: ok I will

Stranger: hahaa

You: oh damn commercial hurry up

You: there we go

You: sooo many feels *crying*

Stranger: AUUGH!!!!! THE FEELS!!

You: THE FFFFEEEEEEEEEEEELLLSSS

Stranger: I just ripped open my heart

You: mine was already ripped out

Stranger: "Don't..Be......dead"

You: I feel bad

Stranger: *sobs*

You: i turned my mom onto Sherlock and shes abuot to watch the last episode

Stranger: oh god

You: i cant even be in the room

Stranger: oh my god

Stranger: at least she didn't have to wait three years!

You: WHAT MONSTER AM I

Stranger: the new season is just around the corner

You: i know!!!1 how did the fandom ever survive this long

Stranger: That's just how good the show is

You: DAMN YOU MOFFAT MAKING US WAIT SO LONG

Stranger: I got a little fix out of seeing Cumberbatch as Kahn

Stranger: with his upturned collar

Stranger: and his cheekbones

You: hes just too sexy

You: its not fair

You: Sherlock is like heroin

Stranger: much more addictive

You: only you cant just quit

Stranger: yep

Stranger: its unhealthy

You: im like twenty years my little Sherlock ill come home with his friend moriarty and well, they just wont be allowed to see eachother ever again

Stranger: yep

You: ill whisper 'i cant believe his parents were in THAT fandom'

Stranger: hhahahahahaha

You: and then go cry

Stranger: and you'll say

You: and little Sherlock will b so confised

Stranger: "Go work on your mind puzzles!"

Stranger: "You have no friends!"

You: lol

You: "but i have one friend"

Stranger: ha!

Stranger: "Unless his name is 'John', he's not your friend anymore!"

Stranger: "You must be gay"

You: YES RIGHT

You: "how did you know"

You: *wise smile* "i just do."

Stranger: "Say it...Say it..." "Fine, mom." *Heaves a sigh* "Love is a dangerous disadvantage."

Stranger: oh, here's my second favorite video

Stranger: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utwenXbh9hA

You: "but... alone is what i have, alone protects me"

You: cool thanks

Stranger: THIS SCENE! SO GOOD!

You: *watching all the feels come pooring out

You: AAAAAUUUGH

Stranger: I knowwww

You: AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHCKJGFBCGUREGHWKS

Stranger: "I was just playing the game"

Stranger: HURRRRRR

You: "but i took you rpulse"

You: *pulse

Stranger: "and I waited"

Stranger: "Your pupils dilated"

You: "dilated pupils"

Stranger: AND THAT MUSIC

You: OH MA GAWD I KNOW

You: its just puts on the.... mood

Stranger: yup

Stranger: NOVEMBER 24th!!!!!

You: NOT GONNA MAKE IT!

Stranger: you must.

Stranger: just find a good pillow to cry into

Stranger: and watch fan videos

You: i am sherlocked is my lock screen for my phone now

Stranger: aaaaaah

Stranger: so good

You: and draw yellow smily faces

You: hey, whay country are you from?

You: *what?

Stranger: USA

You: ooooooh cuz if u lived in England i would have to ask if you really called sweaters 'jumpers'

Stranger: yep

Stranger: and if I said "Garidge" and not "Garage"

Stranger: but no. I have no remarkable accent

You: still cool tho

You: i want to live in London, maybe when im in colledge

You: ugh i cant spell

Stranger: supposedly, it's really expensive

Stranger: to live there

Stranger: food and stuff

You: yeeeeeaaaaah probably

Stranger: how old are you?

You: 15

You: you?

Stranger: 17

You: lol

Stranger: Sherlock fans are all ages

You: yup

Stranger: so you've got...what?... 3 years of HS left?

You: *ugh* yes

Stranger: grin and bear it

Stranger: you will survive

You: ill try lol

Stranger: alright

Stranger: I've gtg

Stranger: chat you later

You: kk nice talking to u!

You: byeeee

You: *me* FINALLY SOMEONE SEES

You have disconnected.

 

 

if you made it all the way down here, congratulations.

I love you.

thanks for reading!

love you!

<3