11 Tag: Shortened Version

So, Solace Utara tagged me in her 11 Tag; considering I’m feeling rather lazy, I’ll only be answering the questions she asked this time around instead of also coming up 11 facts and then 11 questions and then 11 different people to tag. I also couldn’t get the questions to copy over right the first few times (wordpress, although efficient, can be frustrating every blue moon) but I think it was worth it in the end because I had a lot of fun answering these!

What movie are you looking forward to the most this year? Well, that would be a toss up between Iron Man 3 and Thor 2, at least for the most. Other movies I had on my want to watch list like Monsters University, Despicable Me 2, The Lone Ranger, Catching Fire, Oz: The Great and Powerful and Warm Bodies; those last two there I’ve already seen.

Opinion of Maroon 5, One Direction, Fun., and Taylor Swift? Well I’m afraid I have no opinion of Maroon 5 and Fun. because I live undera rock and haven’t heard them before. One Direction is overrated but I have nothing agianst them personally. Taylor Swift is a good artist although I’m not a country music fan; she seems like a sweet person. A few of my favorites include Our Song, Mine, 22 and Picture to Burn.

Describe your best friend. Wow, okay, I’d descibe Kayla but she says siblings don’t have to ‘count’ as bestfriends and she doesn’t count me as her best friend even though I am, so… I’ll describe The Doctor instead since he’s my other best friend. He’s pretty much Victorian nobility coping with the twentyfirst century and it’s deteriorated English language and dress style; he’s very observant, he can both tease and be considerate at the same, he’s really funny, he’s a good storyteller, he’s smart and supportive and kind and a pretty good dancer. I also do not mind saying that his hair is awesomeness itself and I don’t think he would mind me saying that. I really miss him and our weekly talks of Sherlock Holmes and just life in general.

What did you think/what are you expecting of Iron Man 3? Expecting to cry at least once, I will be surprised if I don’t tear up. I am expecting to be wowed and I hope it’s as good as everyone has made it sound!

Harry Potter or Hunger Games or Percy Jackson? Hunger Games; I’m afraid it’s not really fair for me though because I’ve not seen Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. But I do like The Hunger Games; that was a good movie.

How long have you been blogging? Two years and almsot five months. I can be that exact because I began blog on New Years Eve of 2010/opening of 2011 (same day I saw A New Hope for the first time). It’s been such a fun journey; I’ve learned a lot about myself, my writing style has gone through some growth of its own and it’s made for a great tool to speak my mind and meet other people who think or have similar interests to me.

Five main fandoms? OH MY GOSH HOW DO YOU JUST PICK FIVE MAIN FANDOMS I LOVE SO MANY NOW THEY’RE ALL PART OF MY LIFE GAH. Okay, seriously, I can give you four for sure: Star Wars, The Avengers, Sherlock and Dr Who. The fifth would be, I suppose, a toss up between Grimm, Warehouse 13, The Office and Merlin. Because those are all special to me in different ways; only some of you will really understand what I mean because we all have those special fandoms that mean something to us.

Last thing that made you smile. Mmmm, not sure; I’ll say finding some new clothes at Savers for 25 percent off the other day, that made me very happy. I’m mean, these were super cute tops, people, and putting on something new and fresh for only a few dollars really made me feel brand new. I felt cute and attractive and I could tell that my personality really came through. I’ll have to get some pictures sometime, I suppose. I just felt really good…

What do you want be when you grow up? Well, what I would really like to be is a stay at home mother but that’s all really out of my control and I don’t see it happening anytime soon, so I’m trying keep my mind ground in reality right now. If my head and emotions ever settle down, I would like to put more engery into writing fiction but for now, blogging consistantly again will be probably be all I’ll be capable of doing right now. Now, when I was little, I used to want to be a vet or a paramedic. Go figure; at least about the paramedic thing; that is not my thing now. I understand the vet part though, I love animals.

What is the object left of you? Uhh, a scented candle and my bedroom wall. Wow. Really amazing, I know.

Well, I believe that was all! Thanks for tagging me, Solace Utara, I had a lot of fun coming up with answers for these! Have a good Sunday, everybody!

~Jamie

it’s hard to say goodbye

I need closure, I need to say goodbye, whether they ever see this or not (kinda like I did a year or so ago with this post when we left the last church) This is more for me than anything else…..

Dear Twins (or Thor and Iron Man),

I’m going to miss hearing you talk about The Avengers every week. I’m glad I was able to teach you checkers and I will miss our rematches. Thanks for liking my piano playing and making me play The Avenger theme a lot for you. I had fun matching all the kids up to different Marvel characters with you. I’ll miss your hugs and silly grins and accents. You both are very sweet and I will miss you a lot.

Jamie, or Miss America

Dear Zak,

We never talked that much but I would like to say goodbye to you too. Thanks for the ammunition you gave as a graduation present, that was pretty cool. Keep an eye on the twins for me, okay?

Jamie, another gunman

Dear Lauren,

I will miss not being there the next time your sister decides to surprise you. I absolutely loved all those adventures we had, especially when all us girls hid in the bathroom of that one store and we jumped out at you. I’m glad we got that on camera. I think your very strong and brave for your age and you have such a fun personality. Also, thank you for pushing me last summer to play the preludes for church. That really helped me get out of my comfort zone. So thanks.

Jamie, another musician

Dear Gabrielle,

It’s been fun getting know you. I remember the time when it was only you and me and one of the twins that went down to the park one Sunday and we ran around in the wash pretending to be SHEILD agents escaping from Loki; that was a lot of fun! Thanks for teaching Kayla and I all your card games and talking to us. Thanks for playing for church every Sunday, too, you are good violinist. I will miss you and your dry sense of humor.

Your older sister, Jamie

Dear Boys,

This isn’t really a goodbye, it’s a more a thank you. Because I really can’t say good bye to you both just yet and we do live only a mile away from each other, it would be weird and silly if we never saw each other again. But, I’m going to miss seeing both of you at church every week.

Dear Daryck,

Yes, you are a gentleman even though you tease me all the time; but I’ve simply taken that to mean that you are comfortable enough around me to tease me the way you do, which makes me happy either way. Thanks for talking to me all the time and for making me a fan of Halo even though I’ve never played it; I always liked hearing about your video game escapades and other stuff you’ve done over the week. And your movies, I always liked hearing about your movies. I’m very very glad you liked BBC’s Sherlock, I hope you didn’t sleep through the end of Reichenbach Falls! I will miss you and your jokes and teasing.

Your friend no matter what, Jamie

Dear Dylan, or Doctor, or Lord William, or Sheriff Will, or Sherlock Holmes; I don’t know what the heck to call you anymore,

We became friends very fast, didn’t we? I can only think of two other people whom I became friends with just as quickly, so our friendship is rare and meaningful to me. So, this isn’t goodbye, it’s just ’till our next adventure’. My book will remain on the shelf with bookmark between The Dying Detective and The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax until I know for certain that we won’t be able to finish it together. Thanks for reading all those stories with me and for introducing me to Dracula and getting me that collection for my graduation. Thanks for always talking to me and listening to me play the piano and trusting me during do-or-die moments during Cops and Robbers. We made such a dang good team! I will miss you very, very much but I will still  hold out hope that we will be able to read every single Sherlock Holmes story together! Thanks for being my best friend; thanks for everything. Remember I’ll always have your back.

With much respect and admiration, Jamie, or Dr Watson, or Deputy Penny or The Dame, or your time traveling companion; whichever you most prefer.

~

Dear Kayla,

You have been gone for a long long time, way over a month. And I have missed you. But you are coming home very very soon, and I’m so glad. Because friends come and go but I think you will always be there for me just like I’ll always be there for you. It will help having you back to keep me from being to lonesome for our friends. I can’t wait to start watching Dr Who together, and picking up where you left off with The Office and hopefully you’ll see more Warehouse 13 soon. We shall go to movies together and stay up late watching stuff in my room and we’ll read the old Cousins stories again together and we’ll keep being besties forever. I’ve really missed you and I’m glad you’re coming home.

Your sissy, Jam.

~

Goodbyes are terrible but

I’ve said ‘goodbye’ and ‘until next time’ and I’ve cried my tears and told myself I will see everybody again. But that doesn’t stop my heart from hurting. Because the worse thing about making new friends is that they will actually mean something to you one day. And when it comes saying goodbye to those friends a few years later, it’s just….

It’s just that, sometimes, it’s hard to let them go.

~Jamie

every once and a while, I dream of the seemingly impossible…

….I dream of a different reality and I wish it could all be different. I wish I could live a different reality and it be real. Perfect, exactly as I want it. It would maybe go something like this…

Rain. All the time, off and on, always cloudy. And one snowfall, every Christmas Eve. But lots of rain, making it mandatory to wearing trench coats with turned up collars everywhere, with black hats with black lace and black feathers and black umbrellas with fancy handles. And black hats for the guys, with long capes. And deerstalkers for everyone.

And I’d do different things, depending on where I was in the world.

Here in the US, I will see my sister in Hollywood and stay at the private beach house that we’ll share. She’ll have the top half and I’ll have the bottom. We’ll have our own horses that we’ll ride up and down the beach and in the waves. When our schedules work, we’ll take road trips all over the country, visiting wax museums and massive libraries and old-fashioned diners for old-fashioned milk shakes. I’ll find new places of inspiration for new books and she’ll remember all the locations so that when they are big sellers she’ll come back and direct the movie versions herself (after she’s remade all my old embarrassing stories into a couple of comedy shows because she seems keen on, well, embarrassing me). We’ll go to film premieres and the opening night of every Marvel movie that is Avengers related and all the comic cons and Star Wars conventions across the country.

And when we feel like it, when we pass through small quiet towns, we’ll dress in black, leather and studs and go around pretending we’re motorcycle hotshots down the main drag to practice our improvisation and practice sassy witty comebacks and have something to laugh about later because that was so out of character for us. But who doesn’t like being a memorable character somewhere in the world to somebody.

Because we could.

England; I’d live half the year in America but the other half in England; I’d have a country estate where I could write and watch the wind hit the trees and fields with the dark clouds all over—through a big window because it would be in a nice modest castle, with a small drawbridge, tall taper candles everywhere and a big sweeping stair case.

There would be a dog, my Rottweiler who I would name Bucky Barnes and I’d have a cat who I would call Loki and he’d sit on my lap while I write and pur for me. And Bucky would run in the mud puddles in the enclosed courtyard and get dirty and I’d give him bubble baths in the big old fashioned tub, because, well I like dogs. The three of us will watch Grimm in my bedroom, because my bed will be a big four post bed with a canopy which means there will be plenty of room to snuggle to watch scary dark tv shows. With the shutters banging on the window.

I wouldn’t just have a house in the country, I’d have a big flat in the middle of London; money no object, here, obviously. I would have my regular address and also my 221b hanging on my door and it will confuse all the other neighbors and the mailman, at least for a while. I wouldn’t do a lot of writing in London, London is where I stay when I want to be running around.

I’d visit Baker Street everyday to blow a kiss at the Sherlock Holmes Museum, which I would be extremely familiar with. I would ride everywhere on the double deck buses, and only the top deck. I’d make the streets a perfect map in my head so I would never be lost. I would shop and I would walk and watch people. No coffee shop breaks, just an occasional Shasta cheery soda on the go. In the evening I’d watch Dr Who with hot chocolate in my living room and keep my window open a crack to hear and smell the rain.

Because I like rain a lot.

And of course, whenever I run into The Doctor I’m out (because obviously he would be in England twice as quickly as I would, no doubt running around with a sonic screwdriver), we would make up an adventure and roam the streets pretending to stop daleks and jumping in and out of police boxes pretending we’re flying through time. And then we’d go to Cardiff.

We’d have Dr Who marathons indoors while we wait out really heavy storms and use the window seat to study Doyle’s books and old maps to figure out routes Sherlock would have used on different cases, then we’d go back out in the dark and take those routes to see where we end up; we’d pretend it was Victorian times again and find a carriage and pay the driver to go extra fast and pretend some more that we were Holmes and Watson chasing after a suspect. And then we’d somehow climb to the top of Big Ben so we could get the real view of England by night.

Because we could.

Sometimes I wish for impossible things, things that seemingly could happen but are likely not to. Maybe my sister and I will go on a road trip sometime, and maybe I can visit England one day and I will go and die inside the Sherlock Holmes museum, preferably with my best friend, but unless I become a millionaire, there is no way I’ll have a castle or have a beach house or be able to go to every comic con that ever occurs. And it’s probably impossible to climb to the top of Big Ben.

Very likely, most of what I wrote above won’t ever happen.

And that is where the ever valuable lesson in contentment comes to play. So, I can’t stop everyday on Baker Street or keep a snug apartment in London; that’s why I put ’221b’ on my bedroom door and that’s why, before I go to bed, I look at my poster and blow Sherlock and John each a kiss before I turn the light off every. single. night.  That’s why each book I pick up becomes a time machine and takes me to another place right in my own room and I can be in a whole new universe for over an hour and then I can come back. And I’ve learned to be content with that.

Because a very long time ago, I discovered for myself that things, places, especially money, do not buy you happiness. Contentment in what God has blessed me with gives me happiness, and if He ends up blessing me with a chance to stand on Baker Street and scream with happiness, well, I won’t be complaining. But no matter how imperfect my life story seems to be right now, I’m still trying to remember that at least the perfect storyteller is in control of mine. And He at least knows where His plot is going. And I can be content about that.

But He sure as heck didn’t give me this imagination for nothing.

And that’s why, every once and while, I dream of the seemingly impossible.

~Jamie

The New Room (update)

I have one picture to share with you guys right now; I don’t want to post any more pictures until I have my room exactly as I want it to be. I still have a few things to dump out of my boxes, but this picture should give you a sample taste of my new room’s color scemes. I freaking love those pillows.

I’ve already spent one night in my new bedroom; it’s certainly very different but much nicer then my old room upstairs. I’m very excited to be nearly all moved in.

Thursday the carpet people finally came and put down my new carpet. They came earlier in the morning which worked out perfectly because I expected them to come after lunch, so I ended up having way more time to start bringing things downstairs then I had originally thought.

Everything worked out perfectly; The Doctor’s brother, good ol’ Daryck, came over in the afternoon and helped me carry all my boxes downstairs, along with my bookshelf, my desk and he got my mattress of the top bunk and down the stairs all by himself. This was an unexpected but delightful occurance and I got to hang out with him for the rest of the afternoon and he certainly saved me a lot of energy with all his help; so thanks a lot, bro!

So, because of Daryck’s help, I ended up having everything moved downstairs in one day, which I hadn’t thought would happen! All that is left up stairs is a few things behind the door and my clothes. I slept well with the matress on the floor and I’ve already watched Warehouse 13 and Merlin curled up in my new chair–super comfy, lemme tell you. I actually referr to that chair as the Doctor Who chair, because Kayla and I will watch Dr Who together on when she comes home (it’s big enough for two people and I can stretch across it very nicely when I’m by myself)

And my Sherlock poster arrived today. So, I’m pretty happy. I got a lot accomplished yesterday, my room feels fresh and amazing and I’m looking forward to the hours of peace and quiet I will get just my shutting the door.

Oh yeah. My door. I put the numbers “221B” on it. Couldn’t resist.

~Jamie

The Doctor and I

So, The Doctor and I are finally reading Sherlock Holmes again after several week’s break and it’s awesome.

Sorry, did you just ask, who’s the Doctor?

….I just laughed way too hard….

I know most of you know The Doctor as a BBC actors playing a time traveler who hops through time and space in a blue box called the Tardis while saving the world from all sorts of disaster; he has great hair, wears classy clothes, is full of witty comments and usually has a couple of traveling companions behind his elbows.

Well, I know The Doctor. And I’m going to explain now how I know The Doctor so you all don’t ask me in the comments what I’m talking about whenever I mention I’m doing something with “The Doctor”.

My best friend Dylan is one of the hugest, most enthusiastic Whovians I know. And every once in a while he’ll just shout in a British accent, “I’M THE DOCTOR” at the most random times. Most recently we’ve gotten to have excited conversations about saving the world and sonic screwdrivers and time travel. It’s simply another thing that we both mutually love; ever since we met nearly two years ago we’ve had a lot in common and have been inseparable partners in everything for all that time. We’re the freaking duo Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson; I have his back and I know he has mine and he’s pretty much one of the few guys I’ve met who’s not a jerk. To make this short, through books and many situations that have given us a chance to build mutual, unbroken trust in one another, we’ve become best friends. And we recently become another freaking duo, of yes, you guessed it, The Doctor and companion. However, he had the idea that anytime I mention him here on my blog, I should just refer to him as The Doctor. This is frankly the most hilariously fun idea ever. And I’m actually going to seriously do this.

From now on, whenever I mention my best friend, I will be calling him The Doctor. And you will get used to it.

Will this be confusing? Well, here’s how it’s going to work. There’s going to be The BBC Doctors, with their names, Chris, Tennant, and Matt. You’ll know I’ll be talking about them because I’ll always say, “The BBC Doctors” before beginning to talk.

And there will be The Doctor. The Real Doctor, my best friend. Because on the inside, he really is a young time traveler at both hearts. Seriously, he’s got his own awesome hair style, he’s pretty much the wittiest guy I know and he even knows how to tie bow ties. He could literally be the next regeneration of The Doctor, Doctor Twelve. But to me, he’s just The Doctor.

Before anybody asks, yes, it’s awesome knowing The Doctor. I’m not sure which companion I am most like but it doesn’t matter. This Doctor reads books with me. Speaking of which, did I mention we’re back to reading Sherlock Holmes? We’re almost done with that 1,000 paged collection of Arther Conan Doyle’s stories on my favorite detective. I don’t know what we’re going to do when we get to the end and we’re done. A piece of me just might die. I suppose we’ll just hitch a ride on the Tardis back to the early 19th century together after we’ve finished it; I’m going to find Doyle and plant the idea of Sherlock in his head and The Doctor will probably stop some Daleks from taking over England, which will ensure that Doyle will be able to write about Sherlock in the first place. It’s going to be awesome.

….oh my gosh….

Just now… I just came up with that plot idea for the time traveling story I’ve been trying to make work in my head, right there above. Wow, my gosh, it all came to me just like that. This is awesome, this post wins the ‘helping me figure things out just like that’ award. Oh my gosh, I’m so excited.

And…. I’m rambling now. Great. This post needs to be wrapped up.

Oh. I’m sorry. Did I forget to mention I’ve seen the first season of the Dr Who reboot? Forgive my forgetfulness of mentioning how my sister and I became Whovians over two months ago. And yes, you can expect a review on Season One and Eccleston’s Doctor in the near future…. that is if I don’t get caught up in time traveling this week…….

…. I have a Sherlock Holmes short story to start.

~Jamie

PS. Just because I’m a little curious, I’d like to ask my fellow Whovians, who have seen more of the show then I, what companion do you think I’m most like, just from reading my blog? I’d really like to know your opinion *is looking at James expectingly* *grin*