Season 3 of Sherlock came out recently, and I was vastly excited. The series is still very excellent, but I am having trouble getting used to the non-chronological order of the episodes. I don't think I like how the scene jumps around and I don't have much of a clue. I know it's meant to all fall together in the end- like the jumbled pieces of a jigsaw puzzle; except I don't think I'm smart enough to piece together the puzzle until Sherlock's explanation. Maybe it's because I'm dumb, but I'd like to attribute it to the fact that I'm watching TV and can't really think.
I can't tell if the solution to Sherlock's fake death was anti-climatic or not. I feel like the director toyed with me so much my expectations had all diminished. I thought the whole "Mycroft is a genius, therefore everything makes sense" ploy was kind of cheap... Nevertheless I enjoyed the show. I felt kind of sad that Watson had gotten married and all that- because I figured it'd never be like the "good ol' days" of Seasons 1 and 2. I mean, not that I didn't know it was going to happen, since the TV show is based off the original works anyway- but I think I was hoping that Holmes would fuck everything up at the wedding, insult everyone and just ruin John's relationship with Mary. I mean I guess he kinda does that- but I just feel like... I just feel like Sherlock isn't as much of a sociopath as he previously was- I know that shows character development, but I kinda liked him the way he was before.
Anyway, that's that. I'll watch the last episode probably tomorrow. Having only 3 episodes per season is torture. At least GoT will have more episodes- but I guess they probably have a larger budget as well.
Very soon I'll be looking forward to Season 4 of Sherlock.
Tuesday, 14 January 2014
Monday, 6 January 2014
Unexpected
Today I met someone whose existence I had forgotten about entirely. He was the manager at my first job ever, and we had a good relationship. Well, that was until I quit unexpectedly one day, while he wasn't at work. I think I even waited until a day where he wasn't there to quit, because I was that awkward of a person. Even though I say we had a good relationship, I didn't have his phone number or anything, and I just lacked the general decency to even say goodbye, even though he was really nice to me. I knew I was really rude, but I was too young and too awkward to rectify the situation.
Mind you, I'm not much older now, or any less awkward.
So the matter at hand is, this guy literally lives one street away from me- a fact I had completely forgotten, despite getting lifts home from him when we worked together. I remember back when I had just quit my job, that I'd avoid his street when I went out for walks, for fear of an encounter. Yeah, I AM that terrible. I don't know why I'm like this, and I wish I never got nervous and never said or did anything stupid- but the more I try the worse it seems to get.
So as I caught the bus home from work today, he said "hi" to me. It took me a moment to realize that I was being spoken to, and then a while longer to take my earphones out of my ears. I couldn't even really register who he was, because of the way he dressed, his new haircut and the fact that he seemed to have lost a bit of weight. Of course it came to me a few seconds later, but a few seconds of awkward silence was all it needed to convince him that I didn't want anything to do with him. He asked me if I remembered him, and I was able to say his name. He then asked me how I was doing, and all I managed to reply was "terribly". I think he asked why, but our bus had reached our stop. I may or may not have remarked "do you still live here", which was terribly stupid because why else would be get off at the same stop as me.
He even said "bye" to me as he left, something which I neglected to do to him because I'm just fucking terrible, okay? I think I seemed so blank and non-chalant he must've thought I was a complete douche- and he wouldn't be far off the mark. Usually I have no problem admitting that I'm generally terrible, but towards him I didn't want to be that way. I haven't been able to stop thinking about this since, and my mood has been graetly affected. I just... don't know what to do to get him off my mind. I mean of course I can distract myself, but that's what I did years ago when I quit my job- and now, it just does not feel right. I feel like I owe him something, but I really haven't changed enough to be able to knock on his door and ask, "do you want to hang out". I mean, it's not like we hung out before, we were just... friendly towards one another. Wouldn't I seem like a complete freak, anyway?
Fucking hell, what the fuck is wrong with me. I DO hate myself.
Mind you, I'm not much older now, or any less awkward.
So the matter at hand is, this guy literally lives one street away from me- a fact I had completely forgotten, despite getting lifts home from him when we worked together. I remember back when I had just quit my job, that I'd avoid his street when I went out for walks, for fear of an encounter. Yeah, I AM that terrible. I don't know why I'm like this, and I wish I never got nervous and never said or did anything stupid- but the more I try the worse it seems to get.
So as I caught the bus home from work today, he said "hi" to me. It took me a moment to realize that I was being spoken to, and then a while longer to take my earphones out of my ears. I couldn't even really register who he was, because of the way he dressed, his new haircut and the fact that he seemed to have lost a bit of weight. Of course it came to me a few seconds later, but a few seconds of awkward silence was all it needed to convince him that I didn't want anything to do with him. He asked me if I remembered him, and I was able to say his name. He then asked me how I was doing, and all I managed to reply was "terribly". I think he asked why, but our bus had reached our stop. I may or may not have remarked "do you still live here", which was terribly stupid because why else would be get off at the same stop as me.
He even said "bye" to me as he left, something which I neglected to do to him because I'm just fucking terrible, okay? I think I seemed so blank and non-chalant he must've thought I was a complete douche- and he wouldn't be far off the mark. Usually I have no problem admitting that I'm generally terrible, but towards him I didn't want to be that way. I haven't been able to stop thinking about this since, and my mood has been graetly affected. I just... don't know what to do to get him off my mind. I mean of course I can distract myself, but that's what I did years ago when I quit my job- and now, it just does not feel right. I feel like I owe him something, but I really haven't changed enough to be able to knock on his door and ask, "do you want to hang out". I mean, it's not like we hung out before, we were just... friendly towards one another. Wouldn't I seem like a complete freak, anyway?
Fucking hell, what the fuck is wrong with me. I DO hate myself.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
I want to sleep
It's only 7.30pm, but I am exhausted. It might have something to do with the fact that I got home at 10pm after an 11 hour shift last night- or it might have something to do with the fact that I slept for 5 hours and went in to start work at 8.45am, finishing only about 2 hours ago. I feel so utterly lethargic, it's atrocious.
I am so lazy right now I cannot be bothered turning on my laptop to play games. I'd like to try out my xbox, but it seems I am fairly content to leave it lying in its box for a week. I can't really explain my lack of enthusiasm- I think I just don't feel like being told off for playing games. When I'm awake in this house life becomes infinitely harder- and when I'm asleep someone always seems to harbour the intention of waking me soon.
Work was okay today, like it is on most days. There was this lady who was absolutely absurd, then there were 2 other ladies who were one of those "I am an independent woman who deserves more rights because feminism and I WILL stand up to authority" types. They are pretty much the sort of females who become the excuse for misogyny of any kind. Speaking to them was an absolute chore even though nothing was done in particular. I didn't know that speaking to certain kinds of people felt like having your life drained out of you.
I'm day 2 into my "not spending money on lunch" plan, and it's going alright. It turns out I don't really NEED to eat lunch, but when I tend to buy food when I go on break because I can. I think after I get paid for this week I will have enough money for that Jay Chou concert I want to go to. I have decided, I WILL go, even if it means wagging school. There can't possibly be something unavoidably important on a Friday afternoon that would delay my travel to his concert. I am quite excited, even though it is some months away. I just hope the tickets won't be sold out when I get paid, otherwise it'd be tragic.
I AM looking forward to the rest of this year.
The Start of a Good Year
I had a fine day of doing absolutely nothing yesterday- I think my friend came over in the afternoon but I can't remember whether it was yesterday or some other day. The Sun stays out for so long, everything gets confusing after a while, and I can't remember when my day starts or ends. I like the Sun being out for longer though. I do despise winter.
One thing I do remember is going out to karaoke last night. My friend called me at like, 9pm? Anyway, we went right out, spending the spontaneity of our youth- as well as all the change in our pockets. I once again faced the fact that I can't sing. It was fine though, I had fun. Then I saw a Jay Chou poster, saying that he was going to have a concert in Australia. Jay Chou is pretty much my favorite singer ever, and I'd marry him any day if it were possible. I didn't mind that a decent ticket would cost 300 dollars- in fact I was thinking of getting the 400 dollar one, except they were already sold out. So now I'm actually TRYING to save 300 for the concert, and I don't think it would take that long. I would easily be willing to work a week if it meant I got to see Jay Chou live. I think I make a bit more than 300 a week anyway, so it doesn't matter.
So yeah, the latest news is pretty much that I'm going crazy for Jay Chou and is willing to spend major money on my first concert ever. If I do end up going it will be absolutely wonderful. The thing's on a Friday night, so I might have to wag a bit of school to get there in time- but I really don't give a fuck.
There goes my new year's resolution of not-skipping class.
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
The First of 2014
Happy New Year! I wanted to blog last night, I swear. It was going to be titled "The Last of 2013". Then I realized I was actually really tired. After Boxing Day I pretty much went back to work, and I just kept working and working until yesterday. Mum had planned a "family day trip", and I didn't really want to go, but when my sister work me at 7am saying she wanted me to come along, I couldn't really say no.
So yeah, there I was, sitting in the car for a good 2 hours listening to the familiar argument of "WE SHOULD HAVE TURNED LAST INTERSECTION" vs "NO THIS IS THE RIGHT WAY". We inevitably ended up in the wrong lane anyway, and made many a dangerous lane-changes at traffic lights. Then there was this heinous stretch of road which wound around several mountains, and the asshole driver decided speeding while turning was an excellent idea, because, and I quote, "even P platers were overtaking us".
Anyway we ended up at the destination, which was a muddy beach. My mother brought out an entire rice cooker from the boot of our car- it turns out that she had lunch sorted. We sat beneath a tree for the picnic, and I tried to position myself so that where I sat would obscure any view of the rice cooker. I was a little more embarrassed than I liked to be.
The rest of the day passed without much hassle, to my great surprise. Much like Christmas day, no one was particularly unpleasant to the point where I found it intolerable. I didn't really have the thrill of my life but it certainly was not as bad as most of our other "family day trips". I was really tired when I got home though, so I didn't really do much. Sleep was good since I stopped waking up at 5am for no reason.
And today has also been particularly unremarkable. New years day was actually really quiet with not much to do. My friends wanted me to come out but they gave me next to no notice, and considering how it was completely dark outside, I did not really feel the impulse to leave the house. I guess it's nice, having an evening to myself. I hope 2014 will be a better year.
So yeah, there I was, sitting in the car for a good 2 hours listening to the familiar argument of "WE SHOULD HAVE TURNED LAST INTERSECTION" vs "NO THIS IS THE RIGHT WAY". We inevitably ended up in the wrong lane anyway, and made many a dangerous lane-changes at traffic lights. Then there was this heinous stretch of road which wound around several mountains, and the asshole driver decided speeding while turning was an excellent idea, because, and I quote, "even P platers were overtaking us".
Anyway we ended up at the destination, which was a muddy beach. My mother brought out an entire rice cooker from the boot of our car- it turns out that she had lunch sorted. We sat beneath a tree for the picnic, and I tried to position myself so that where I sat would obscure any view of the rice cooker. I was a little more embarrassed than I liked to be.
The rest of the day passed without much hassle, to my great surprise. Much like Christmas day, no one was particularly unpleasant to the point where I found it intolerable. I didn't really have the thrill of my life but it certainly was not as bad as most of our other "family day trips". I was really tired when I got home though, so I didn't really do much. Sleep was good since I stopped waking up at 5am for no reason.
And today has also been particularly unremarkable. New years day was actually really quiet with not much to do. My friends wanted me to come out but they gave me next to no notice, and considering how it was completely dark outside, I did not really feel the impulse to leave the house. I guess it's nice, having an evening to myself. I hope 2014 will be a better year.
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