Blogs need to be fun every once and a while.....

Okay so to lighten the mood after I try to be creative (man I need to practice a bit so bear with me) I will now post somethings.....

What you should NOT hear at a hospital...

Sometimes you just need to sit back, relax, and enjoy a Sherlock themed alcoholic beverage...

Yeah beeches, Sherlock Holmes don't look that fine without his matha f***in makeup!

Isn't this just ADORABLE!

. *thinks* ah f*** its that person again..... pretend you don't see them, aw darn it! they saw and now they know i was trying to ignore them...*Oh..... Hai...

Someone has a flair for the dramatic! Melodrama: I HAZ IT

Relationships on the brain....

Well the topic as of late at EVERY convocation we attend or something or another is relationships.... so in the spirit of romance and that "teenage dream" like feeling here me being uncharacteristically sappy.

Life now was different. Before now she was only going through life by herself. Of course there was God, but sometimes people yearn for another human. She had hoped, but not settled. But now life was different. It was a frenzy of people but there was one who was with her. One to stand by her in the battles and wars that life presents all too often. "It's just us against the world" they say to one another and smile. Because even through the struggles, they were together.
When they hug, her head fits right on his shoulder, when their hands instinctively grasp one another's, when he wraps his arm around her shoulder. It's these moments that she lives for and in these moments she can't help but think that somehow its as if they were meant for each other. Maybe the worlds a stage and we're all playing our parts but when they're together, their center stage with the spot light solely on them.

The most horrible redition of fanfiction since who knows when

Dedicated to Evan who suggested this horrible story idea that is actually quite brilliant. He's the muse behind the story and not the center of my Sherlock Holmes obsession.
(this is a satire, hopefully, becuase otherwise there is no point)
Here we go... (Italics mean thoughts....)

I woke up this morning feeling achy. As I stretched for the sky, one of my arms fell off. This day is just going to be FANTASTIC. I begrudgingly bent over to retrieved my inanimate arm.
Well hi there invisible audience who I have no knowledge of. My name is Sherlock Holmes and I'm a zombie. At 18 it is rather a bothersome attribute as one cannot get near anyone. However, that is okay becuase I prefer to be alone anyway and enjoy experiments and science, a characteristic I do not share with my fellow peers. Now I will pretend I did not introduce myself to said invisible audience
I grabbed a suit out of my closet, and changed out of my dressing gown. I grab my shiny, dress shoes and make an attempt at appearing clean cut. Which was not hard as my shirt was ironed as well as my pants and jacket and my immaculate hygiene showed through....
I have supreme care for hygiene, almost cat like. I find this a rather odd attribute for a zombie. I mean if there is anything more unhygienic than a zombie, let me know. But I go on.
I'm off to class as I shut my oak wood door and set out into castle. See I attend Hogwart's School for Wizardry, and am probably the only student to not have been placed in a house. This was not by my fault, rather that stupid hat could not decide. I thought it was all quite illogical anyway as all one had to do was read the victim's body language to know what kind of character they possessed.
I won't lie and say I hate the potion class as it is probably my favorite class. The mixtures are complex and offer a challenge as well as many concoctions that have yet to be discovered! I can easily memorize and annunciate the proper spells and articulate the wand in the proper manner, but thats boring.
I was deep in my thoughts, contemplating a new potion with wolf's bane and werewolf tears when OOPPHHH!!
I had run into someone, or rather they had run into me. He was boy, probably a few years older than me, but not much. His manners were minimalistic and he wore a simple wool sweater. His hair was a simple cut, and his face bode a serious look. Overall I'd say he had an older brother, alcoholic. Came from an otherwise stable and simple home. Wanted to be a doctor, juding by the glint in his eye that conveyed genuine care. That and his Anatomy and Physiology book.
"Sorry." He mumbled in a soft, distant manner.
I simply stared in response, but it didn't matte as he was off before I knew what had happened.
Off to my class I went.


Oh gosh, that was just terrible, and yet I couldn't be as terrible as Evan wanted probably... Sorry but it's hard to write stupid...

Creative writing?

Hollow

I awake to the new day with numerous things to ponder.

I mentally make a list of all to do then aimlessly wander.

asking, Is my life reduced to a list? am I so shallow?

is this what I have become? Why?

But then it hits me, and I feel so low

He tells me all of it’s a lie,

And I realize, the world is hollow,

and I, I have touched the sky.

It's You

It's you who knew better, but continued anyway,

It's you who kept the secret, the one that could save the day.

It's you who misrepresented, and turned others astray,

And it's you who won't be there when we sail away.

Never Did

You never did apologize,

 for all those horrid crimes.

For you never knew the pain you caused,

becuase you never took the time to pause.

To see what I was feeling, to even appear to care,

to think of someone other than you and try to be there.

Your angry rises up,

but it is you who is in the wrong.

And it is you who will be sorry,

for by the time you notice, I will be long gone.

How Is It?

Told from the begining just how special that you are.

Your pompous nature,

your arrogant stance,

around us lowlings do you dance.

You pity us, but I pity you.

For at least I have a friend or two.

How does it feel, to be alone?

To be in your self-made prison, on your throne.

No so happy now when left to yourself,

with only your books upon the shelf.

Does it hurt? Do you bleed?

Or have we finally agreed?

For it is better to have friends, 

than to be alone at the very end.

You Never Know

Your smiling face, the funny jokes.

But I can see that you really are a hoax.

No one knows, if they do they don't tell,

That secretly behind those smiles, your in your own hell.

The snide remarks, the jabs at you,

You pretend role off your back, but you really stew.

One day you will finally break,

all the emotions from years will finally ache.

You will feel what you've been hiding all along,

you will wonder if you make it long.

The feelings are too much,

you heart you do clutch.

If you had only let them help, let them in,

let them see you for who you are within.

So maybe I haven't so much blogger recently...

However there is a ligit reason for this. I had a lab exam on Wed and after that we had to learn the skull bones.... talk about being out of it.... Then i had another test the next day and then some fun quizzes thrown in. No so bad but after the labs, I pretty much didn't stand much of a chance at sanity.
Watched Prince of Persia last night and it was A-MA-ZING! That was full of action, history, adventure, time travel, hot dudes and magic... I mean yeah, could you get much better than that? I didn't think so.
I've been tired and shaky recently and it's starting to interfere with my school work. We've been to the doc, but its just gonna be more money to figure out whats wrong. So I decided that I would take matters into my own hands and monitor my diet and sugars to determine if that is indeed the issue and I think I might be on to something... However I still need to collect more data to figure it out.
Oh and i got a 88% on a chem test that should have been easy peasy lemon squezy. Note to self: when one feels bad/life one is going to vomit, do not take test. This is on the list with not taking tests while on pain killers.
A&P is getting more difficult, but yet it's okay somehow. I getting As in most my classes (well that I know), it may be an A - but you better believe that is still an A. Plus no extra credit is a damper on my parade.
Going over to friends how today to have some fun. Haven't hung with her in a while so maybe it will be great.
I still have my Sherlock Holmes addiction and I have a tumblr now so I can feed it even more!
louderthelife.tumblr.com
I'll figure it out eventually. Its actually an addiction in and of itself.

PICTURES! becuz I has to..

BEST

A picture of a Rhino of course

I'm not even gonna pretend there was a more noble reason for putting this on here

becuase you might have needed a cirgarette after that last pic.... maybe another after this one too

The library...

So here I am sitting n the library bored out of my mind and free for at least one more hour....
I know I haven't posted a lot recently but then agian  I have been busy with college and silly stuff like that. Nothing much has changed except me. Still don't have a job...
Oh I know I might possibly have a kidney infection and I am evidently spillin ketones into my urine... dont know what that is? Click that link --> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ketonuria
So I have to stop working out for a few days to get better and hopefully ton down the ketone count as that really shouldn't be happening...
Maybe for some blog posts I will post some of the papers I have been writing for classes, I mean why should only the teacher get to read my magnificient writing
BBC's new Sherlock has a DVD out and if someone would get that for Christmas or something, well they would be my hero. It even has the un-aired Pilot, which I saw, by means I will not readily discuss with you. But its essentially 60 minutes of the first mini-episode of the aired episodes. However, this said they are really 2 different things entirely and let's just say there is a reason that THAT episode was un-aired and re-filmed. I'll say it, it was a little bit of stinker. I did like some aspects of it though as compared to the other one. Sherlock is more human and down to earth, or less alien than in the aired episodes.
Psych mid-season finale happened so I have not more of that to watch and same with White Collar and every other show I watch (on Hulu).
I miss all those shows I watched when I was like 13-15, good shows and good times then man. Such as Avatar, Danny Phantom, Fairly Odd Parents, and other stupid shows like that.
Imma sign out for now as I think I'm starting to look like a nerd... that and I feel a little narcissistic talking about myself so much...

Things have to be said....

So I thought instead of posting meaningful words I will post funny vids I have found online...

GREAT Covers of pop songs!
Wussup Holmes
Its a surprise!
IF you were gay
CLICK HERE FOR CUTENESS!
Witnessing for Christ, your doing ti wrong
has there been a MUUUUURDER?!

For Steph

ANGST! ANGST! ANGST!

Has... it? Has it really been that long?

Without the trusty Steph to badger me to blog, I think I forgot about it for a few days. But I've been busy with school and all kinds of things now that I'm in college. You could say that were all growns up.... but not quite yet. I do actually enjoy studying for the most part, something about learning new things just kind of makes it worth it.
BUT, and its big, I am worried slightly about my A&P test. I've got at least 3 more days of studying that I can use. The Survey of Chem test should be nothing more than a review and its not even happening til friday.

I would b lying if I said I didn't miss my friends, but hey, studying has to happen and ppl just aren't on the same schedule as you anymore. New friends are being made, but I have a feeling this will take awhile... plus I'm not the most normal person you ever met.

Dying, what I'm probably going to do til the new Doctor Who or new Sherlock come out.

and 

They're from the UK, its okay to be obscencely dorky there...

And the Doctor and Amy

Sherlock Holmes tells John how brave he is, wearing an entire sheep is a difficult fashion trend....

Sorry but in the new BBC Sherlock show they have Watson wearing this sweater which I find funny to no end

I'm not stalling, I'm being creative......IT"S DIFFERENT!*

Here I am again. Sitting in the masses, it thoroughly encompasses my sanity. There shear number of people creates an anxiety buried deep in my soul, that rarely is ever addressed. The ancient brick walls begin to close in, their timeless tales of years past don't romance me. The smiling faces and joyous laughs of those around me only adds to my frustration, I cannot see the pleasure in life here. There are flower arrangements with their colors bursting forth like a organic rainbow, but to me, they only showcase the immense business of this occasion. There's just too much happening. It starts and the speaker tells of "happy" things; however, I see past his cheerful fascade. There are other speakers with genuine optimism, though my realism doesn't allow me to share in their rose-colored view. This room is supposed to be a place of joy, praise and worship and I feel it's defiled by these gatherings. The stain glass windows do not shine with glory but are dimmed with the meaninglessness of this talk. The spacious organ with  the thousand pipes stands at the front with respect. I can only imagine it looking down with disdain as this waste of time. This is not what the organ was built for or this rooms intended purpose, we have defiled what was once holy. But somehow this is not the first or the last time that this sanctuary will be a prison, and that might be the saddest thing of all....
*maybe not.... ;)

Oh and check this out. I thought I was crazy thinking I was seeing a massive chest scar on Shawn Spencer in one of the new Psych episodes, but I was not!

OUCH! anyway, just to share somethings that I evidently think about when watching TV shows.... actually I seem to notice scars fairly fast and then think about it. That is how nosy I am.

I seem to be surviving in college... for the most part. I've got the hang of stuff a bit and am starting to get back on schedule.
 Instead of studying I

Watch Lie to Me

Anything Psych

Actually study

Contemplate the likelihood that Sherlock Holmes was a sociopath. Also, whether or not he was this attractive.

Worry about 2012 and solar flares...

Wonder if anyone embodies the phrase "that's just vague enough to work" as much as Nostradamus.

Wonder if Nosferatu was related to Nostradamus... maybe it's HIM! vampires live forever.

Asses whether or not I have an undiagnosed illness.

Worry that this horrible Indie Rock/Skinny pants fad won't go away.

 and many other things that I will post later...