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