As you can see by the little doohickey over yonder (--->) I'm doing pretty darn well. Only, I wrote up half of the ending when I was stuck, so yeah. I'm probably going to do that an awful lot. I'm going to watch Hamlet and Lost in Austen now, if you don't mind.

YAY FOR PROCRASTINATION!

What Ebony and I are going to look like at the social.

I just received Sherlock in the mail. Best day ever.

NaNoWriMo starts soooooon

Watson, pass me a pen, will you?

Oh? Yes, I do quite like posting gifs, even when they're not needed. And, yes. I am bored. Most of the time I am bored, actually. Bored, bored, bored...

To celebrate Halloween, here's a completely irrelevant gif:

Ugh, social tomorrow night

Must I? I mean, really. It's the most pointless thing that stupid school could ever come up with. More pointless than all their homework rolled into one... Well, almost as pointless.

YES, LETS GET INTOXICATED AND WEAR SHORT, SHORT SKIRTS WITH REVEALING NECKLINES AND HAVE SEX IN THE BATHROOM AND DANCE AROUND TO STUPID MUSIC! OH, HOW EXCITING!

Stupid people and their stupid idea of enjoyment. Ebony is one of those people (though I don't find her stupid like those other stupid people), so of course I'm guilted into going. We're going dress shopping today. That is if I get any money. I could buy a sack with $13, right? That'll show them. Or I could wear that dress I have that looks like it came straight out of the 19th century. Oh, the manners they had back then.

It's almost as if that era never existed. Look at us all now. In the place of grand balls, we have rave parties. Instead of beautiful gowns, we have short skirts and skimpy tops. And, like I said, the new idea of fun is stupid things like this stupid social. I'm sure there's some way I can get out of it... But, no, I must be there for Ebony. Maybe if I find a way out of the building and lie in the grass and stare at the stars and say 'beautiful, isn't it?'

Or maybe if I sneak in a book. It'll have to be thin. No thick volumes, for they'll be far too obvious. They'll probably think I've sneaked in some alcohol under my dress, when really it's just a shakespeare come along to reassure me that not all of the world has succumbed to infuriatingly stupid things like that social.

It goes for four hours. Four hours of pure insanity. And oh, look, fantastic. Mums in a foul mood again. Maybe it's good that I'll be at the social tomorrow night, for she won't be there to take out her anger on me and the whole fucking world in general.

Right. Ramble over. Let's go dress shopping. Oh, am I supposed to be happy about that? Is that what's expected? Well... 'yay'. Who cares about decent or what's expected.

I'm watching Unlocking Sherlock... ISN'T IT EXCITING?

Moriarty is not amused. And neither am I...

I got a message on Tumblr...

At first I was all

Cause, you know, I pretty much never get messages. 'Cept when Kotryna sent me two. And she has no reason to message me, does she? And what if it's some psycho telling me off about something or saying bad things about me and my Tumblr. I'd put on a brave face, of course, but it'd still really bug me. My Tumblr is supposed to be the one place where I can be myself and share my writing with the world. This blog here is just a place where I can satisfy all my obsessions and tell silly stories without annoying my followers.

Then I read the message:

hi, how are you? :) this isn't actually a question, but i just wanted to say your tumblr is lovely, and makes me wish i knew you/someone like you in my life, heh, i think dreamers are rare - though i don't know if that's just the impression i get from the banal place i live in - and it's hard for a dreamer to be true to themselves in today's world, i think. but you seem to be honest, passionate, sensitive and thoughtful, and i appreciate that and how that's reflected in your tumblr! thank you for sharing. :D

So now I'm all

I GOT MY LAPTOP BACK!

Oh, dear. I'm awful tired now. I think I'll go to bed once I've finished my tea and english muffin.

I'm gonna go make some tea :)

"Art exists because reality is neither true nor significant."
- Unknown
Wowee. Deep shit is deep.

The Sarah Jane Adventures 4x06 Death of the Doctor

Sarah Jane: Did it hurt? I mean regeneration. That last body of yours, was he okay in the end?

The Doctor: It always hurts.

Oh...

*sniff* Bored...

Yeah, I went there.

Hell yeah, they're bros.

Mum buys me a skull filled with lollies:

FUCK YEAH, I'M HAMLET!

SO! Kotryna and I are just walking along, minding our own business...

When we see this primary school kid right at the top of this massive gate that looks IMPOSSIBLE to climb.

Me: woah, ninja kid!

Kid: YOU DICKFACE!

Us:

Mmph. I don't want to wake up feeling like a grumpy garry, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight.

They see me herpin' while I'm derpin'

I just want this on my blog where I can stare at it forever and ever

I just realized something...

LITERATURE TOMORROW!



Your argument is INVALID.

[Link]

The television says: LURKING SHARKS!

WHEN I ATTEMPTED TO MAKE MYSELF SOME LUNCH:

It exploded. The noodles somehow ended up on the ceiling and it rained noodles at inconvenient times (i.e. when I walked into the kitchen)

Mum:

Me:

Mum:

Me:

TRUE STORY.

Oh, yes. YES. Of COURSE. How could I have been so stupid? The links. The LINKS. Of course, of course, of COURSE. They move now, see? They don't change from gifs to pngs. Aren't you proud, dear non-existant reader? Ah, it's CHRISTMAS!

Bored.

Well look what we have here. A blog. I'll find a use for this thing one day. For now: hello. My name is Emily and I love a lot of things. I'm a writer waiting for NaNoWriMo to begin, but I'm also a student stressing over the exams that start in a few weeks.

At the moment I'm madly in love with the new BBC show Sherlock. Hopefully I won't still be during November, for my novel is a period drama, not a crime for Mr Holmes and Dr Watson to solve. Though I wish it was. At the moment I'm in a state of mind that involves little writing, which is the worst thing that could possibly happen right now. It always leaves no room for happiness and creative outlets. It's pretty much boredom intensified.

I want to watch Sherlock. Or Doctor Who. That'd make me feel better. But I don't have my laptop and the Sherlock dvd hasn't arrived in the mail yet. I could really use a pick me up right now, but nothing seems to work. Not even this delicious cup of tea I made.

Can't stay on the computer for long, either, so I best end it here and try to find something else to do. Any suggestions, non-existant readership?

Mood: Oh, let's see. An awful lot at the same time. Gloomy, lonely, anxious, to name a few of them.