MMMM GIRL, IS GONNA BE GOOOOD

Looks to me like Sherlock Holmes just got bumped up the internal book list I carry.

WE'VE GOT TILL CHRISTMAS, PEOPLE.

Look who failed at reading the actual books. *facepalm*

Regardless, this STILL needs to happen. JUST LOOK AT ITS EPICNESS.



Oh god. It gave me shpulkas in my gonnectagazoids.

Yesterday, on Christmas Day, I went with my cousins to the theatre to see a movie. My cousin Diego and I wanted to see Sherlock Holmes, but the other two cousins in the group were really leaning towards Precious. Meh, what the heck, I wanted to see Precious earlier anyway. Just... I wanted to see Sherlock Holmes slightly more.

Whatever. We saw Precious instead. (SAD MOVIE. OH GOD SO SAD. Comic relief was created when a few ladies in the back started giving commentary to the movie. Soooo great.) Truly, I'd rather see a giant HOLLYWOOD PRODUCTION like Holmes on Christmas Day, but whatever.

BUT THIS ISN'T WHAT'S IMPORTANT. THIS. LOOK AT THIS.


AND THIS


Always nice to see you, Watson.

GOD IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I must have looked like a total spaaaz, asking to take a picture with cardboard people. I really don't care. SO WORTH IT.

IN CHRISTMAS-RELATED NEWS:

I spent the PAGAN HOLIDAY (lulz)in the company of my family, eating everyone's food, playing Beatles Rock Band, unwrapping ONE present, and generally being merry. That was the Eve.

The Daaaay was spent in the company of aforementioned family at my own home where we grilled meat and lazied about and discussed how teachers are drunk (according to my uncle, anyway)and how one of my cousins was at DISNEYLAND. YAY!

Then we went to see Precious, where I cried a little over the sadness of her life and felt sad that I hadn't seen a happier, more actiony movie instead, then returned home to watch a show about aliens and ancients or some shiz like that. Meanwhile, I started to feel a little stress about all the unfinished work I've yet to do: due dates look closer this side of Christmas...