holycrapholycrapholycrapholycrap

the master is following me

I really don't see it.
They're both... well, look at them.
They're attractive in different ways.
If I had to choose, I wouldn't choose Benny.
But I wouldn't choose Martin either.
I hate it when people do this with fandoms.
Taking sides and calling any other character drab
compared to their favorite.
The one that really gets on my nerves is
the Doctor Who one. He's the same person
so why are you saying 'ooh, I hate all the old ones,
but I love the new ones'?
It's madness. Each regeneration brings something new
to the character. If you fancy one over another,
then fine. Just don't be so horrid about the rest of the regenerations.

"Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!"
Well said, Bill Nighy, well said.

That was... brilliant. Fantastic. I cried, so that's always a sign of me enjoying a movie. Oh, wow. I want to watch it again but I know that if I watch something too often then I'll grow tired of it. But it was so good! I saw it at Kmart the other day but I didn't get it because I was saving my money for Christmas presents. But now I've got $65 and only two more presents to get so I can grab it without worrying about not having enough money to buy for everyone. I must make mum watch it. If I cried, then she'll bawl her eyes out. It's such a good movie. It's corny, of course. It's a Christmas film, so what to you expect? But it's still a really, really good one.

I will not cry...

I will not cry...

I will not cry...

I LOVE THIS FILM

HOLY CRAP

IT'S SO GOOOOOD

*huggles screen*

TO CELEBRATE HOW FANTASTIC

AND OVERALL AWESOME

THIS FILM IS:

HERE'S A GIF

OF JOHN BEING...

JOHN

I finally found Nativity! Yes! Brilliant! And afterwards I might just watch Love, Actually just so that I can see Martin Freeman do this:

Whenever I call something pretty, my dad looks over and says 'pretty ugly'

As soon as mum walks in, my sister asks her if she got her another present at the shops.

Tumblr: We'll be back shortly.
Me: NOT THIS AGAIN!

Someone with a Nazi symbol as their display picture started following me

Dad's watching an British comedy and this woman. THIS woman. She can't speak English. I should just let it be, but I keep correcting her automatically. 'Ain't', 'weren't'...

I was editing my NaNoWriMo story when I read this scene in which Connor gets drunk and they all stand up to leave the booth, but he says 'good LORD, Elodie, it would appear that I'm stuck!' when he finds that Abigail is still sitting down.
I DON'T REMEMBER WRITING THIS. I REALLY DON'T. I'M SERIOUS. IT WAS NOT THERE BEFORE. I MEAN... WHAT?!

Dad just caved and went off to bed, mumbling excuses to himself.

I know how to sort out my 'are you dating anyone yet?' woes.
They'll ask me. And I'll say: yes, actually, I am. They'll ask for his name. And I'll say: Benedict Cumberbatch. And they won't know who it is, so I'll be sitting there trying not to laugh while they ask me more questions and wonder at the curiousness of his name.
Yeah, that's right.

...ANDERSON? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON BEING HUMAN?

Dad: *all calm and deadpan* I got your report today...

Christmas:

Hey, Emily, how are you? Do you have a boyfriend?

New years:

Soooooo, who you gonna kiss at midnight?

My birthday:

So! 17, hey? Do you have a boyfriend yet?

Valentine's day:

So, Emily! Whose your Valentine?

I swear. If this happens to me again, I will have to hire an actor and parade him about in front of them. Or I'll just tell them the truth and say that I'm going to die with five hundred cats, millions of books on the floor and a loaded rifle on my wall.

I really agree with Sherlock. Though I don't have a job and I don't deduce the hell out of people. I suppose my work would be reading and writing and... yes.

Not that anyone would date me, really. Anyone that will has made a big mistake because I'm so unsure of my feelings that I'll hate them one day and love them the next. Having a 'relationship' is messy and not good at this age and pointless and so many other things.

Earlier today when dad and I were waiting for the bus, he looked over at me and said: I bet you ten dollars I can stay up longer than you tonight.

At first I was all Grumpy Garry/Caeser because I was feeling like crap and couldn't find any of the movies I wanted to watch

But now I'm all happy and proud because noooow whenever I get a text: I'll hear the Sherlock theme and whenever someone's calling: I'll hear Drumming Song. And the phone didn't reject them because they were longer than 40 seconds: it actually let me download them even though they were both longer than anything I have on the phone!

And since I couldn't find a gif to show how ecstatic I am about the new ringtones that I can't wait to put into use, here's a completely irrelevant one that I dug up:

Oh, I know, John. I know...