On That Thought . . .

So for three days straight I binge watched the television show Supernatural. 

That isn’t the strange part, as that is the kind of thing I find myself doing at least once a year. The strange part was that for three days, I didn’t eat much, I didn’t want to sleep, I didn’t drink water.

I was, for a time barely human and I still haven’t figured out why. I didn’t even really realize how bad it was until I woke up from finally having a good night’s sleep and I felt like I had been hit by a truck. All at once all of the symptoms of my hypoglycemia just jumped to life. All except for hunger and nausea. I was weak, shaky, dizzy. I don’t even know how I got down from my loft bed without killing myself or breaking a leg or something.

After this though, once I had finally eaten, once I got to the point where I was feeling human and aware of my body again, I became so relieved. I became so overjoyed to feel hunger, to eat, Hell, I was glad to poop. It meant I was in my body, I was aware.

I hope I keep this feeling of being greatful for every human thing. Feels good to be alive.

-Kayleigh

Will do, (Let it be known that the doctor is unspecified and I’m going off of The TV show for Sherlock and Watson even though I’m a huge fan of the original stories)here is a tiny preview;

“Old paper. I’d say from the late 1800’s, but the leather is in surprisingly good condition for being kept in a pocket for so long, so the owner obviously values it highly”

“Why would anyone value a blank piece of paper?” This remark didn’t pierce the veil of his solid contemplation.

“But what does it mean?”

“It’s a bunch of wavy lines”

His irritated and snappish nature was peeking out in his frustration.“John, there are subtleties here that are beyond what your average little mind are capable of comprehending.” I am not one to miss the glaringly obvious, unfortunately Sherlock has this talent and the ego to completely ignore that I might be aware of something he hasn’t noticed.

“I’m pretty sure that if you put that under a microscope and every test you can think of there would be nothing but a bunch of wavy lines!”

“Shut up I’m trying to think” he sulked. It was almost impossible to tell his childish broods apart from his focused thinking.  

Now I’m going into this as a huge fan of both shows but as someone with no fanfic readership or any experience in writing it. But lose no hope! I shall avail! Probably.

ssa-sherlock-in-the-tardis:

Can we please just have some Wholock where Sherlock falls for the sonic paper, but John doesn’t?

Please.

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Amazing nerdfighteria-themed art deco mini posters!  These were made by a nerdfighter named Katie M!

She so kindly made these for use for The Nerdfighter Note Project 2012! Feel free to print these off and slide them into books, or use them as mini posters and leave them places, like bulletin boards!

Don’t know what The Nerdfighter Note Project is? Never fear, Click HERE!

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PUPPY SIZED ELEPHAHT IN A HAT.

I feel now that I am made of even more awesome now for having drawing #2 on my left wrist. It is my favorite book and this picture means so much to me, as does the nerdfighter community. 

Now I will look at my tattoo and smile even more because it will also remind me of this incredible community I have become a part of. Puppy sized elephant being digested by a boa constrictor. Scary right?

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dftbarecords:

Tardigrade don’t care!

Get this awesome new poster, as seen in Hank’s latest video. It is awesome and beautiful and goes on your wall! Get one here.

I suppose that I got too busy to continue with my writing as I got a new job. I lost that job but now I’m back to reading again.

It’s all very complicated and emotional and as I’m sitting in the lounge of my apartment building I’d rather not discuss it at this time.

I’m fine crying and laughing out loud to Doctor Who, but doing so while typing would make me feel foolish.

Happy Saint Patricks Day.

-Kayleigh

I’ve been reading a lot lately, and it helps me examine the world and myself and my place in it. 

It was pointed out by Melinda that reading and analyzing things that already exist may help us understand the world, but it doesn’t actually produce anything.

So I decided to take what I’ve learned in my travels to both the recesses fo my mind and the human condition and turn them into my own story.

I can’t really tell you what this fictional story is about without ruining it, but perhaps when it is finished I will share it with you and you can tell me what it means from your perspective.

-Kayleigh

I miss you dearly, and while in our time apart I often think of you and wonder what I am missing I have come to realize something. There are other things besides you.

I’ve been reading and painting and songwriting in the time we’ve been apart and I even cleaned the dark recesses of my cave so that I had a place to be without simply hunching over my warm keyboard.

Today I got dressed and made myself presentable just to be able to see you, I spent a while in the lobby of my apartment building with you, but after deciding the quality of people and background noise wasn’t good enough I decided to venture down to starbucks so we could spend time together in a place where we would not be disturbed by men with only four teeth to thier name. 

While I was wondering down I stopped at the thrift store and stayed there adventuring and imagining possibilities and conversing with a girl who works there and is in my art class instead of simply running to you. Then I decided I was hungry and should not allow myself to be distracted while we were together so I stopped off to get a sandwich in a place that I had been meaning to try. 

The sandwich was good and the people were really nice Internet. I even exchanged a few pleasently awkward glances with someone who worked there and laughed with the other employees about the sign above the bathroom. It felt nice, and I remembered that I am a social creature and that I am likable.

I think the moral of this is while I love you, I need to see other people, the kind of people who are in real life, people who I can touch and buy sandwiches from. I want to spend more time with you that I have been, but I think when you are once again in my apartment and within my reach, I will limit myself to 4 days a week. 

after all, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

-Kayleigh

Heartachingly beautiful.

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The kettle can wait…

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