There's a hole in my foot

But it doesn't even hurt or look red or anything, so that's good.

Also, is Benedict going to be in Doctor Who or not? Because I keep seeing things saying he's going to be the Master, but I haven't seen a BBC thing or a real, credible source, and I just want him to be in Doctor Who alright? He'd probably make an excellent Master, but think, he could be a fantastic alien, or COMPANION or alien companion. We haven't had a companion from a different planet or time period in a LONG while. Certainly not in NuWho. What, like, Adric and Nyssa? Fifth Doctor? Is that seriously the last time there was a companion from a different planet? I don't know, last one I remember off the top of my head. Oh, and that chameleon robot guy thing... didn't actually watch that I don't think. We could count Jamie, the Second Doctor's companion who is from the past, since the Sixth Doctor ran into him in the Two Doctors. In conclusion, Jamie was the bestest.

You know, I hadn't actually watched anything Lee Pace was in

Except Pushing Daisies, of course, but not all of that because I suck. But he's famous for The Fall, which I still haven't watched, but it looks lovely on Tumblr. I say all this because I am currently finishing up Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, and it's adorable.

Why do I always end up watching movies that aren't even on my list of things I want to watch? Every time. I make these lists so that I remember that these are things people talk about or that look good, but then when I go to watch things it's something random that I saw one reference to once so I decide to watch it. For Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day it was the quote about needing the ice pick for murder, not ice.

SIMILARLY, not really but it reminded me, I was talking to a girl in my English class, because I do that, I'm sociable, and we were talking about the story, and I told her that the moment where the woman in the story went to the store to buy arsenic was the moment when I decided I liked the story because I happen to love arsenic. She thought she had misheard me, because she thought I said that I loved arsenic, and I do. I happen to really like arsenic, it's my fave.

Um, my ankle is leaking... is this normal?

Also, should I be more careful about my opinions and stuff I type at 2 in the morning? Because the German commenter yesterday does not like me existing. Seriously though? How the hell do people find this? And why would they care what I say? I do not claim to be a real blogger. MY BACKGROUND IS LITERALLY A RANDOM REPEATING PICTURE OF A ROBIN. I AM JUST THAT QUALITY.

Benedict Cumberbatch plays the most tragic of roles.

Although, possibly the most tragic part of him as Van Gogh is that beard. What is that Benny? It's scary, that's what that is.

No, but Third Star and Hawking and Inseparable and Sherlock and Van Gogh Painted with Words (even to some extent Stuart, A Life Backwards.) All of the sads, also all the awards.

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is not tragic for Benny, however he does have a good cry in it that breaks the heart.

Bitches

I am not going to bleed to death guys. IT'S HARDLY ANY BLOOD AT ALL IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS.

Edit:

To be fair, my foot does hurt like a mother fucker now. I blame the elevating it. There is no way my foot will stay elevated while I sleep: fair warning.

You don't just walk away from dismemberment

There were surprise dinner guests tonight and I had a panic attack and it was scary and there wasn't enough food so my mom didn't even get a cheeseburger and we were planning on eating banana bread, right, but then it was like, oh, but more people, so also chips and salsa and guacamole and apple sauce. And the kid mixed root beer with milk. And then drank it. Why the hell.

All I want from life is a job where I work like 9-5 and get weekends off and can sit at home and be eccentric most of the time and don't have to have people over if I don't want to but then can have people over that I like but have the ability to decide which ones come over.

Oh Tumblr

Do you know how many pages in my likes on Tumblr I have to go back before it's not predominantly Sherlock? I don't, because I don't have the patience to go back that far. So many Sherlock things and Benedict things. I have 1,127 likes on Tumblr and 9 different accounts I post things to. Oh god.

Also, watched the Sherlock pilot again today and then watched Batman and now I don't remember what day it is.

I want to be an elf at the north pole and make toys. Can we do that? Or I could train the reindeer. I'm great with animals. Reindeer would freaking love me.

I am not insane

I don't know what is more insane though, the places Hogan's Heroes decides to put the laugh track, or me talking to it, telling it that nothing funny has happened. It will be like, Carter throws a radio into the truck, *laugh laugh laugh*, we see Kinch throw a radio outside the fence, *laugh laugh laugh*. It's not like we don't know what they're doing, they're following a brilliant, but apparently funny plan.

It is a great show though.

Nobody even reads these anymore

And what flavor is Squirt supposed to be?

I want eggs.

Or noodles.

damn

I'm watching Sherlock Holmes

Not the one you think. An old one that I bought and am now watching. Lucky is not amused. She is distressed because she can't find mommy and I am here and she doesn't know how to take it. Whenever I move she gets up and makes lots of noise.

This Sherlock seems much younger than this John. Also, they just got caught trespassing. Suckers.

Don't worry, they're not dead.

This Lestrade is thick and I don't like him. He just wants to hang this girl because she's a jailbird and therefore obviously guilty. Psh.

I'm wearing a dress guys. Wearing. A. Dress. All day. That might be another reason Lucky doesn't understand what's happening. I'm wearing super fashionable striped knee high socks now, so obviously my outfit is classy.

Aw, puppy is sitting by Mom's chair because whenever she sits there Mom always comes and sits down and tells her to move. Not going to happen tonight puppy.

I was going to write a paper, but it turns out I did not bring my notebook with those notes so now I am not motivated to write it at all. Dammit.

Why would Sherlock wear a deerstalker? What is it, some kind of death frisbee?

I ate broccoli today and I can still taste it

I did in fact eat a vegetable, you read that right.

Also, fucking clowns, man, they're scary.

I still have all the Benedict Cumberbatch feels. His face makes me cry, I am not even joking. My tumblr dash is riddled with things that make my face contort and strange noises to come from my throat. Also, the tears. And then people are commenting on gifs from Third Star about how Benny's such a child and how they can't believe he's still single and I'm just here yelling at them to shut the fuck up because those gifs are not happy gifs, they are the saddest gifs in history.

I have issues. No te preocupes.

How many Tumblr tabs am I allowed to have open?

Because everytime I refresh and there's nothing new I tend to hit command+T and hit my tumblr bookmark, meaning I always have at least 3 tumblr tabs open before I realise it and close the extra ones.

I'm watching Third Star and it's so sad and happy and sad and Benedict Cumberbatch and fireworks and third star to the right and straight on till morning and sad. That doesn't really explain what it is at all, but I've never been good at explanations for things I'm emotional about. Go ahead, ask me what happens in Supernatural. (THE ANGELS ARE BASTARDS AND THE GODDAMN LEVIATHANS AND THEY JUST WANT TO BE A FAMILY AND BOBBBYYYYYYY.) Or, or, ask me how Sherlock ended. (WEEEEEEEEEEEEP, HE SAID THE CALL WAS HIS NOTE AND JOHN'S FACE AND HE JUST WANTED HIM TO STOP IT AND THEN HE WAS A JERK THREE YEARRSSSSSSS.)

OH GOD, JUST WAIT TILL THIS IS OVER, HE'S MAKING THE "I DON'T WANT TO DIE" SPEECH AND OH GOD BENEDICT.

It's so weird that Benedict is a ginger but he dyes his hair for most of his roles, or maybe for most of his life. I don't know.



Edit later:

I FUCKING FINISHED THE GODDAMN MOVIE AND I  WATCHED THE ENTIRE CREDITS AND HAD A LONG CRY AND ALL THE SADS. Now I'm watching the sixth and final section of Pride and Prejudice, the one with Colin Firth of course. It's going to cheer me up. Or I'm going to fling myself off this bed in a fit of hysteria.

I Know the Difference Between Real Life and Television

Look at that face. Do you see those emotions? DO YOU?

I just DON'T CARE ANYMORE. Sherlock is so great and then it TEARS MY SOUL OUT AND SHREDS IT TO MINISCULE PIECES AND THROWS IT AROUND LIKE GRAFFITI.

Ok, I'm going to bed.

Really, I am.

I will never stop being emotional about Sherlock though. You can't make me.