!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is….WOW. Is this turns out to be true, then Moftisson get ALL. THE. AWARDS. Now I have to watch Reichenbach again to find this mole/kidnapper guy…
Sherlock, well hell, the moment Irene like kisses him on the cheek, he just looks over at John, with a weird look on his face - almost looking sad or something, I’m not good with reading people’s faces…
Yes yes YES! I had wanted to figure out a way to post something about this moment but I’m inept at technology and couldn’t figure out how to do a screencap/gif >_<. This is actually one of my favorite moments in Scandal because as Mycroft points out later, Sherlock was supposed to be rattling off that deduction for *Irene*. Yet if that’s the case, why doesn’t he look at her immediately following said brilliant deduction?? She’s *just* kissed him on the cheek, and his eyes follow her off to the side. He didn’t even have to turn his head - he could have just sideglanced at her again, to gauge her reaction to him. But he doesn’t.
And he’s showing off. Who is he showing off for really? It’s not supposed to be John - based on the next line which sounded a bit snide about how John’s already expressed “amazing” or “brilliant” in every possible variant of the English language - he already *knows* John is going to think that. He shouldn’t be showing off for John. So he doesn’t need to look at him to ascertain this.
But he does. He has a half naked dominatrix standing next to him wearing his dressing gown, and yet after his brilliant, lightning-fast deduction, the first person he looks at is John.
And the look on John’s face? Well, it says it all…
(in this presentation, the role of her tea mugs will be played by the microscope slide)
THAT’S FOR GIVING ME 10 DAYS NOTICE TO FIND A SUBLET/COME UP WITH SEVERAL HUNDRED DOLLARS!
THAT’S FOR DOING IT IN THE MIDDLE OF FINALS!
THAT’S FOR CLEANING THE BATHROOM/DUSTING FUCKING THREE WEEKS AFTER I’D DONE MY SHARE OF CLEANING - TWICE!
THAT’S FOR DOING ONLY YOUR DISHES AFTER I’VE DONE SEVERAL ROUNDS OF DOING BOTH OF OURS!
THAT’S FOR TAKING OUT THE TRASH FUCKING TWO TIMES IN EIGHT MONTHS!
THAT’S FOR NEVER CLEANING THE REST OF THE APARTMENT OR INITIATING ANY CLEANING BUT KEEPING YOUR ROOM AND YOUR STUFF FUCKING SPOTLESS!
THAT’S FOR GOING ON AND ON AND ON ABOUT ‘BEING POOR’ EVEN AS YOU SPEND $20 ON EATING IN AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK!
THAT’S FOR THAT TIME YOU MADE CHICKEN SOUP FROM SCRATCH WHEN I WAS ZOMBIE-LIKE SICK AND DIDN’T FUCKING OFFER IT TO ME! (AND THEN THE NEXT NIGHT WHEN YOU DID, YOU TOOK MOST OF IT AND LEFT ME WITH 1/3 OF A BOWL, SAYING SWEETLY “HELP YOURSELF!”)
THAT’S FOR ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL THE NIGHTS WHEN I’VE STAYED UP OR SLEPT LIKE AN HOUR DOING WORK AND YOU GO TO BED, SEE ME AT THE COMPUTER, GET UP, SEE I HAVEN’T MOVED/CHANGED CLOTHES, IT’S ALWAYS THOSE NIGHTS WHEN I COME HOME, BARELY FUNCTIONING AND WHEN I POLITELY ASK HOW YOU ARE, YOU SAY, “I’M TIIIIIIIRED!” WITHOUT. FUCKING. FAIL.
THAT’S FOR MAKING ME WATCH TV ON A VOLUME OF 15 BECAUSE YOU’RE THE WORLD’S LIGHTEST SLEEPER, DESPITE THE FACT THAT I’D HAD 2 ROOMMATES NEVER COMPLAIN ABOUT THE VOLUME WHO’D LIVED IN THAT ROOM BEFORE YOU!
THAT’S FOR THE MANY, MANY, MANY TIMES I WOULD LISTEN TO YOU TALK ABOUT SOMETHING STUPID, LAME, IRRELEVANT AND TRY TO FEIGN INTEREST, BUT WHEN I WANTED TO VENT ABOUT ANYTHING, YOU’D LISTEN FOR FIVE SECONDS AND EITHER LEAVE THE ROOM WHILE I WAS TALKING OR TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO YOUR COMPUTER EVEN THOUGH IT WAS INCREDIBLY FUCKING RUDE!
I can't even...how Damon and Elena saved me from a breakdown tonight
Or more like Nina Dobrev and Ian Somerhalder.
Seriously, if it hadn’t been for the hot, intense makeout session with the running and the breathing and the hands and the O_O hooooooly shiiiiiit-ness - I may have lost it and broken all my dishes or something. or maybe all my roommate’s coffee/tea mugs. (except the #$%#($)* would’ve made me pay for them or some shit)
I’m in like…paralysis mode right now. Frozen. This is how I react when someone blindsides me.
My roommate is the Queen of Passive-Aggressive. Tonight was her crowning achievement. (breathe….breathe….I’m still kinda in shock.)
Our lease is up May 1, but I told her MONTHS ago that I could NOT possibly move out on May 1 because I would be smothered in finals/exams/papers/presentations around that time. and lo and behold - I am. And still trying to find an internship. So I said that I could do June 1. And she agreed.
She told me sometime in mid-March that she was planning on moving out. That was fine - I told her I was as well. She’s been looking for studio apartments for a few weeks now - and told me tonight:
-she’s taking tomorrow off (this is after missing I don’t know how many days at work after being sick)
-her mom’s coming to help her pack
-because she’s moving out May 1
Oh. Wow. May 1? Well - that’s…wow, that’s in 10 days! That’s soon!
Then I freeze.
"um…but you’re still planning to pay rent for May, right?"
"Well, the lease is up May 1st."
I freeze further. I start to stutter. I’m a grad student - I don’t just have extra hundreds of dollars lying around. I’m in the middle of a shit show of finals, was trying to get my 3rd presentation done for this week before moving onto the 20 pages of papers I have due by Tuesday (with a friend’s birthday tomorrow night and my girlfriend’s show Saturday night) - and trying to figure out how between everything I would find the time to go to the Verizon store and get a new phone cause mine decided to die today. and the money. for the phone.
I stutter some more - not quite believing it, and she leaves when my back is turned. I retreat to my room to stop shaking and calm myself down. I knock on her door and confront her. She tells me she thought I KNEW she was leaving May 1. And she was sorry that I didn’t know. BECAUSE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING PSYCHIC??!!! WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. I stutter some more - asking about her thought process of how she decided on this - or reminded her that she’s been in grad school, too - she knows how tight money can be. I told her I’d never lived with a roommate who’d done this - that my wonderful Canadian roommate had paid for *2 months* rent even though he wasn’t actually living there. Something about how was this just supposed to be my responsibility - saddling me with this? What was the thought process of leaving me to pay twice the rent? She still claimed ignorance.
I’m coming down the home stretch, but then I have to print and make sure the stuff is on the right flash drive and put it all together with the CONSENT FORM (MUST NOT FORGET THAT) and then I need to make my lunch for tomorrow and make sure I have all the stuff I need to be downtown for 4 hours….(conceptualization of John Watson, part II!)
efffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. and then I’m not coming home till like…8. eff. I wonder if I can find a place to nap at school…?
also I’m huuuungry! (but I have to be up in 4 hours anyway…so what’s the point really?)
signs you shouldn't still be up? the tweeting begins...
Yes, it’s probably A Bit Not Good if you’re up, and the tweeting starts…
First, from the actual birds outside. Waking up and saying “we are BIRDS! we are HAPPY! WAKE UP, WORLD!”
Then - the other tweeting begins. As in, my friends across the pond (hellooooo dear Brits! *waves*) are awake because it’s normal people time to be awake there, and tweets have started coming in on Twitter. And so my phone starts buzzing.
Oi. also probably not the best idea when I’ve had the Plague recently, but this might be me flipping another Bird - at my body.
(heheh I crack me up at 4…no, almost 5 SHITSHITSHIT - in the morning…)
the funny part is when my roommate gets up for work, sees me still at the computer and just shrugs and goes “whatever.” (but then comes home at night and complaaaains and complaaaains about how TIRED she is…ooh, I could fill an entire post about my roommate…another time)
Here’s something I don’t understand. If you paint for fun, or knit for fun, or you garden, or run, or otherwise do something in your spare time simply because you enjoy it, that’s okay. No one looks down their nose at you and says, gosh, what’s the point of it if you’re not doing it for money? …
SPOT-ON. Writing is writing.
What difference does it make? And why does it rile people so??
The beginnings of the American Revolution, simplified
BRITISH EMPIRE:All right, fine, your stupid embargo worked. We won’t levy any more taxes-
AMERICAN COLONIES:Huzzah! Time to get drunk!
BRITISH EMPIRE:Except on tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Get over it, it’s just tea. Seriously, where do you get this idea that you’re special and should never have to pay taxes? We hope that idea doesn’t go on to infect your political discourse centuries from now.
AMERICAN COLONIES:We’re not buying your stupid tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Are you being serious right now? What are you going to do, just stop drinking tea?
AMERICAN COLONIES:Yes. We’ll drink coffee.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Do you even know what that is?
AMERICAN COLONIES:No, but we’ve heard it’s good and we’re feeling surly.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Fine, whatever, we don’t even care what you do anymore.
BRITISH EAST INDIA COMPANY:Actually, we are pretty much bankrupt, so you need to make them drink the tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Oh, for—just drink the tea.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Do it.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Drink it.
AMERICAN COLONIES:Fuck you.
BRITISH EMPIRE:Drink it or we’ll punch you in the face.
AMERICAN COLONIES:*Boston Tea Party*
BRITISH EMPIRE:What the hell?
AMERICAN COLONIES:We heard it was Indians.
BRITISH EMPIRE:That’s interesting, because we heard it was a bunch of colonists wearing paint and dressed in costumes that were remarkably similar to what a crowd of drunks who wanted to look like Indians would assemble if the only supplies they had were found in an alley behind a bar.
Why, you might wonder, am I thinking about a House episode from so many years ago (possibly the last time I was legitimately blown away by House…also possibly right before I stopped watching)?
Because in the two-part episode, we found out that Amber was dying because she was in a bus accident right after she’d taken flu pills. FLU PILLS.
Honestly, do these exist?? Please??? Because I am currently on day 9 of this damn flu, and I swear I’ve done everything: went to the doctor a week ago, got cough syrup with codeine to help me sleep, been taking Mucinex every day, been in bed since last Monday, slept no less than 7 hours a night (and sometimes up to 9-10), been drinking Emergen-C, orange juice, the lemon ginger echinacea stuff from Trader Joe’s, had strawberries and blueberries every morning, red tea, asparagus, greens, so then finally today I ventured out of bed, I went for a walk and actually sat at a desk for several hours before finally losing the battle with my body and crawling back into bed.
This is to say nothing of the fact that I missed an *entire week* of classes last week, which means I didn’t turn in/do about 3 papers, 1 presentation, I have the biggest project of the semester due in 3 days which I haven’t started writing yet (15 pages), and I’d just like to turn off the lights and go to sleep for the next 10 hours (and it’s currently 7 pm here.)