Sherlock, Doctor Who (11 is my Doctor), Cabin Pressure, delicious food, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, musicals, Rocky Horror (also a musical but SPECIAL), text posts about my life, David Bowie, scant amounts of other classic rock/music stuff, Monty Python, oh wow this wasn't a short list at all. Boring legal anti-copyright-infringement stuff: © All copyrighted materials posted on this personal blog are for the sole purposes of documenting and illustrating my interests. All rights are reserved and respected to their original copyright owners. No copyright infringement of any kind is intended.
foul bachelorette frog
I have to choose a course for next year, and it’s making me realize
just
how
profoundly
disinterested
I am about everything at this point.
Earlier in the year I would’ve picked Shakespeare…but then I realized how much I am going to loathe reading (O horror of horrors) th’ bard on top of everything for ap lit. Dammit computer science/multimedia why did you have to get canceled? Granted there’s probably nothing in that class the a few intensive afternoons with Prof. Google couldn’t teach me, but still.
It’s not going to start with Sherlock coming back.
Each of the three episodes is going to be one of the years he’s gone.
It’s going to END with Sherlock coming back.
And then we’re going to have to wait another two years for the next series.
This both intrigues and saddens me deeply.
Ok, so the first episode of series 3 is going to undoubtedly be The Empty House.
Then maybe some kind of breather? Cute domestic banter and nobody dies? Blue Carbuncle, possibly?
Then, to end on a cliffhanger maybe The Sign of Four? Like, is John going to go off with Mary or not ooooooh? (Could go either way, god I love Mary Morstan and want her in this series so muh-huh-huch.)
Sherlock why do I have a moustache?
Just keep walking, John
But I rather like it—
Keep. Walking. John.
I never cut my hair unless I’m in a crisis.
Or it’s summer in Texas and having a shaved head feels really nice.
(Not everything a woman does has to do with men.)
The hipster photo is wrong: vol. MMLXXI
Hahahaha
1971, January, New York City, Holiday Inn
via SONOFTHESILENTAGE
