I’m really not sure if I can be on Tumblr until the new Doctor Who season comes out. Not when the itsiest, bitsiest spoilers reduce me to tears. I read one sentence that isn’t even a real spoiler because it’s to be expected, and I break down because I love these characters and I’m emotionally invested and there is sadness and it just hurts my heart. And as I’m trying to explain the reasoning behind my inhuman wail to my mother, it sounds so silly because this is supposed to be “just a TV show”, but it’snot.
Filed under doctor who my feeeeeeeelings!
If I don’t get to see my people because of Beryl, I will probably cry. Especially because it’s only a five minute drive…and because one of them is disappearing to Australia for a devastating amount of time. Mainly that. Gahhhhh.
Filed under paranoid parents it's sunny out!
Filed under sobs bbc sherlock sherlock holmes
You know what’s frustating? When your mother knows that you need to learn how to drive and she knows that you’re pretty much shit at it and she knows that in 2.5 months you need to be able to drive on interstates and highways for school and she really doesn’t care. At all. Despite begging her for help on several occasions. Despite asking her everyday when she’s doingNOTHING AT ALLto take you out. Despite clearing your schedule of everything other than work so that you can go. And after all of that effort, she doesn’t give any sort of fuck whatsoever. She sits there and says “I’m been driving all day. I don’t want to get back into a car.”
You know what, fine. I get that. You drive 4 hours every day. And I know that sucks. But Ineedthis help. The help that you have refused to give for several years. I am sodesperatefor it. It’s not even an option anymore because I need it for SCHOOL. So that I can get an EDUCATION. And a fucking JOB. I don’t ask you for help often. I just need to learn to driiiiiiiiiiiiiive.
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From this day forth, this blog will only be about microbiology. This is due to my new occupation as a mad scientist. I will carry around my lab kit, which consists of a dissection set, a lancet, e-coli cultures, petri dishes, and mysterious fluids that need to be refrigerated. I will don a blue scarf and a black coat and travel to the scary downtown areas and find crime scenes. From there, I plan to infiltrate them and deduce the hell out of the victim and the incompetant police force. And then, I will return to my flat and blog about the bacteria I played with the night before my case. Because I don’t blog about the cases.
