Why I Hate Steven Moffat

This is probably a hate/love sort of thing because if I really hated Steven Moffat I would stop watching his shows (meaning I would go though some serious withdrawals because Doctor Who and Sherlock are staples in my life). However I cannot forgive him for the emotional trauma I went through on Sunday night when I watched the series two finale of Sherlock. 

I was fine until I watched John break down. If anything was going to get me it would be John. I had a minor moment of panic when that solitary tear ran down Sherlock's face, but I kept it together until John was shouting at Sherlock's headstone; demanding that Sherlock still be alive. Even though I know how the books went, I was still in shock at what had happened and then Moffat pulls one of his famous "What the hell?!?" moments. Thanks for that Moffat, thanks. Like I don't already get enough of those with Doctor Who? By the way, it is also not appropriate to troll the internet. 

The post where I explain where I have been

So school has started again. I am taking five English classes (beginning to think that is a mistake) and most of them are fun so far. As fun as a week and two days of classes can be I suppose. I have caught up with my school friends and have met some fellow Whovians and a Starkid fan. Life is pretty good right now.

I am taking a young adult literature class and we get to read Speak, Perks of Being a Wallflower, and The Hunger Games, just to name a few. I am excited because Speak is the first book we are reading and it is followed by Perks of Being a Wallflower, but The Hunger Games is the last book we will read.

This weekend my sister wanted to get together, but I made up stories about not being available. She and You-Know-Who wanted to have me over for lunch, but I said I already had plans and their response was "dinner then." I said I would have to talk to Roommate. I talked to Roommate and we came up with the plan that I would owe her big time and she would come to dinner with me. My sister's response to this was "We want to have YOU over for dinner to spend time with YOU." Needless to say, I was thoroughly creeped out. I never, never, never ever want to spend time with those two idiots alone. EVER. Plus I'm pretty sure it was You-Know-Who that was sending me the text messages, not my sister. I'd rather have a meal with Cousin's mother. And that is saying something.

I was shocked to see that I didn't already have a Doctor Who tag...which is sad because I love, love, love Doctor Who. Doctor who makes me happy and since it returned on Saturday, I have been extra happy. The episode "Lets Kill Hitler" was hilarious, well parts were hilarious. The rest was plot and seriousness. All I will say of the episode is Hitler in a cupboard...

What is even more surrprising is I keep mentioning OTPs and I haven't ever mentioned Amy and Rory. I love the relationship Amy and Rory have. My other Doctor Who OTPs inclued: The Doctor (11)/River, The Doctor (10)/Rose, and The Doctor (all)/TARDIS.

The one where Torchwood is a must

Cousin and I continued to have a lovely day yesterday. We ended the day by watching the first three episodes of Torchwood: Children of Earth. Now we only have two episodes left and our aunt is chomping a the bit to have us finish watching so we can watch the first episode of Torchwood: Miracle Day (which is online so we would have to use one of the laptops).

Anyway, we stayed up until well after three in the morning talking after we finished watching our show and were quite tired at 7:30 when Cousin's brother-in-law opened our door with his oldest child. Believe me when I say I could have committed murder. Then just as I was drifting off to sleep again, our aunt walks in and starts rummaging in the dresser by the door. It felt as if the world was out to get us. Cousin and I both want to know what we could have possibly done in our past lives. We have narrowed it down to Nazis and my theory is we worked at a concentration camp (at some hour after being woken up after not much sleep, I was able to say Auschwitz, which amazes me).

So today both Cousin and I are running on very little sleep and we have been forced to socialize. Our mothers, aunt and grandmother are all in the kitchen making raspberry jam while Cousin and I hide in our room. Maybe we will get lucky and we won't have to socialize much more today and by lucky I mean we will just have to help with/do the dishes tonight after dinner...We were also made to swiffer the floor to pick up crumbs ("I'd like it if you were to swiffer up the crumbs from around the table so that they won't get on the carpet," Cousin's mom said an her annoyingly patronizing voice that is too quiet for average human hearing).

It looks like Cousin and I might get to go to Powell's this evening as well. Which is really exciting because that is the best bookstore ever. I'm hoping to find Heartless by Gail Carriger or Academy 7 by Anne Osterlund. Both would be good finds.