A week ago I begged sister to buy me Sherlock on DVD.
It took one picture too many of a snappily-dressed Sherlock for me to break and declare ENOUGH I MUST WATCH THIS SHOW ALREADY. It took approximately one minute of Dr John Watson being a failtastic blogger for me to decide that this was going to be a quality show. And a mere 12 minutes to determine that I was watching the BEST SHOW OF MY ENTIRE LIFE.
By admitting that she “LOVE[s] sherlock”, my poor Wendy unknowingly doomed herself to gushing texts at 4am on how beautiful Sherlock’s bony wrists are. Honestly, I have no clue how she puts up with me, especially since for the first few days of escitalopram I was so manic that it made this obsession an extreme one (worse than my Assassin’s Creed addiction). My little brain was whirring and buzzing and felt so uncomfortable being trapped in my skull. The side effects have eased now, but in this vulnerable time I nonetheless developed pre-Reichenbach disorder, just like rest of Tumblr (OR THE ONLY PART OF TUMBLR THAT MATTERS). It shouldn’t be possible after less than a week of exposure to the fandom, but that’s the sort of wretched show we’re dealing with here.
The new episode came out yesterday and I have banned myself from Tumblr until I see it. In the original story Sherlock takes a dive off the Reichenbach falls with his mortal enemy and uh, SHERLOCK DIES. HOW CAN THEY DO THIS TO ME. I’m not so emotionally invested that I’ll sob for the whole thing ala Return of the King when I was fifteen, but then again, all I know is, if John cries, I’ll be crying along with him. ;__; Even worse are Sherlock‘s creators. Moffat and Gattis? They’ve been enjoying messing with us. They’re going to be responsible for my death, just by building up my stress to unbearable levels.
You see? NO ONE WILL SURVIVE. NO ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE. I’m probably the last Sherlock fan alive, in fact. It’s already aired in the UK, after all.
What’s more pathetic: every few pages on the “sherlock” tags are posts of people who have just discovered Sherlock. Scattered amongst the hysteria of the more seasoned fans. Oh happy fools with no idea what they’ve stumbled onto! Dear reader, listen to me. Listen now. For the love of God, don’t watch this show. Don’t. Even if you have a Sherlockian friend threatening to “make you into shoes” if you refuse. Even if they try tempt you with just the first 12 minutes – it’s all a trap. Especially if you’re new to escitalopram.
Apologies if this post is a little wonky. The new year has brought with it antidepressant #4 and I’m still adjusting to it. I am now trying rather hard to do that not-make-spelling-mistakes thing and whoooo concentration is not so easy as it usually is. Luckily today is the day that I also discovered the TV series Sherlock, which I picked out because I am terribly superficial and I’d rather like to marry someone with Benedict Cumberback’s hair. Er. Distracted.
Here’s what’s been happening lately:
Loxamine gave me a list of things that left me disgruntled. Or a similar rumbling word with a g in it. At any rate, it wasn’t not brain-giving and made me a trifle of a zombie.
I’m now on escitalopram, a newer form of citalopram. My doctor was perplexed at how I’m not finding my soul mate of antidepressants and called a psychiatrist friend, who promptly suggested escitalopram. Incidentally it was something I’d found via internet sleuthing that I was going to ask her about anyway! I should do psychiatry.
It’s currently day 3 and HOLY WOAHHH I am dizzy. All the time. Not enough to faint but enough to be annoying. Makes walking and standing up particularly impossible. I get tingles through my arms and sometimes my chin is numb, it’s really fun. I also get crazy awesome dreams every night and Mum says I sparkle more so that’s gooooooood. Hoping it settles down and becomes friends with my brain.
Since it’s so difficult to concentrate I decide it was a perfect time to write a blog post. QUALITY BLOGGING.
Happy new year! I made resolutions.
Less Coke. Think of all the money I’ll save! I’ll try to solely be a social drinker, although having said that I just know that I’ll whisk away my beloved Coke and sit in the corner telling it sweet nothings, instead of actually talking to people.
Budgeting. Ughh, I have terrible saving habits. My thinking goes like this: “I won’t be destitute if I buy this! Do itttttt!”, followed by some ridiculous justification. The plan is to save for a specific thing before buying it, even if I know I already have the money. First on the list is a US$385 Minifee Chloe (shut up!), so hopefully that’ll teach me the “value of a dollar”.
I will go see a therapist to keep me in check and make sure I don’t rock on back to crazy town.
Get down to pre-crazy town weight. Turns out certain antidepressants are worse for my belly than eating like this whilst in the throes of depression.
I will become a sewing superstar! There aren’t many clothes available guaranteed to fit Iplehouse JIDs, so if I can start like a fashion chain of doll clothing for them that’d be mint. ;D
I want to learn real photography. I’m going to take more photos, practise, practise, practise! Only when I can take decent pictures will I travel overseas. I know you’re suposed to concentrate on “living in the moment” when out travelling, but I live to record and write about things, so.
Donate blood as often as I can.
Stay in uni for an entire semester. Maybe even two!
When writing something that I can recognise as being the early scribbles of a blog post, I’ll set a deadline. If only you knew how many drafts I throw away because I left them for too long and forgot what I was going to say…!
I’m also going to pat more cats… but that’s kind of a given.
Seems a bit inappropriate posting about Christmas post when we’re in the New Year now, but it just makes my blog retro okay. Let’s travel back in time together!
We practised the holy ritual of gift-giving on the 24th, which made me free on the real Christmas day to watch Fellowship of The Ring on my computer, sprawled out on the carpet, cat sleeping next to me. Nothing different from how I’ve normally been spending my holidays, but this time I had some fairy lights for some excellent mood lighting (love this Christmas present!). I also tried dying my hair pink and for a couple of days my hair sported a strawberry-ish gleam – that is, if you squinted hard enough. This makes it, as a certain someone would say, a “FAIL” and inevitably after two washes it was gone. Fun though.
Here’s our tree
It makes our living room look cozy. I vacuumed the floor with Photoshop! I’ve had Photoshop Elements 4.0 since 2006 and I had no idea it had such a clever clone feature until today.
Santa toilet paper
I like how there’s no sign of Santa’s pants anywhere. Look how happy he is to see you!
A few presents
A very hipster Christmas. I’m quiiite satisfied with my haul of goodies and Toblerone! This photo doesn’t quite show how spoiled I was, aha! I’ve been hunting for months to find the perfect wallet to replace my current one of 12 years’ service and the owl on this one looks like it’s tripping on acid, yusss! I had no money when I first saw it. I also had no idea Mum was going to sneak back in the shop and buy it, she’s such a sneaky mumsy. ♥ The two plastic owls are lip blams, you get at the balm stuff by scraping at the owls’ butts. lol butts.
Blackberry gave me Starbucks vouchers in honour of my 2012 studio room being so close to my frappucino wonderland. She’s a lovely kitty. Speaking of 2012, the obligatory 2012 new year post will not take as long to be posted as this one… probably. ;D
(Happy 25th Dec + 2012! I hope they’ve been wonderful~)
I made a gamble hoping to lose… and won instead. I think that means I actually lost. Only I also won. I’m not sure. Is everyone else is as confused as I am? Excellent. As I’ve briefly mentioned in a few earlier posts, I have found a new hobby in ball-jointed dolls (BJDs). Here’s what mine looks like in bad lighting:
Look at her eyes reaching deep into your soul. The little cutie.
Part of the appeal behind BJDs is customising them. While others may have the same sculpt every one makes their own look unique, right down to the freckles and eyebrows. In fact, I ordered my doll to come with a simple default faceup, intending it to be temporary until I could commission someone to paint a fancier one. There’s nothing stopping you from doing the faceup yourself (of course!), but because it apparently takes years before you’re any good most take the same route as me and find someone with skillz. Also eughkk, doing art.
A few months back I discovered Andreja and her wispy delicate style, and decided she’d be perfect. Thing is, she’s also one of the most popular faceup artists; every month there’s a scramble of doll-obsessed freaks over just twenty available slots. One way of winning a slot is by being among the first to comment on a certain blog post. The last time she did one of these, people who had commented within the first minute were too late. Crazy.
Obvs I was going to have to try lots of times, but this was okay with me and I wasn’t planning on getting a new faceup for a few months yet… that is, until I checked my Google Reader at the exact time she updated her blog ushering in a new round of speed-commenting. Oh my.
My brain started yelling at me.
“OMG SLOTS JUST CAME AVAILABLE WHAT AMAZING TIMING GO GO DO IT NOW.”
“But I don’t even want to apply yet.”
“SHUT UP IT’S REALLY HARD TO GET A PLACE LET’S SEE IF WE CAN GET ONE YEEEES.”
“But what if we do get one??”
“…IDK LOL. DO ITTTTTTT!!!! THIS IS SO EXCITING.”
I tried applying. Just to see if I could win the game. The internet lagged and it took four attempts to post a comment … meanwhile, every time the page refreshed other people were successfully posting comments! OHHH NOO I DON’T WANT TO LOSE A GAME THAT I DON’T CARE ABOUT WINNING. That would be tragic. Then BAM!!! My comment: 7th out of the lucky 8 (the other entries would be put in a lottery to win the remaining slots). THIS IS SO AWESOME AND YET NOT WHAT I WANTED AT THE SAME TIME. SO THAT’S BAD. EXCEPT NOT BECAUSE I’M A WINNERRRRR. WAIT ARE YOU SURE THIS REALLY HAPPENED. I keep recounting the comments. Yes. It totally did. My furious typing skills were superior … at an inconvenient time… except not really. And all because I heard myself talking to myself! Oops!
I’ve since wiped her current faceup, as is required before sending it away. I love it even more now that it’s blank, which shows how unsatisified I was with it before. Can’t wait to see what Andreja does with it!
This post is dedicated to Kate, who wanted to know what this tweet was about…. and probably wasn’t expecting it to be about a stupid doll face. Hah!
TL;DR: I get to send a disembodied head in the mail tomorrow.
