Sherlock Holmes

At first, I was doubtful that Robert Downey Jr could pull off the ownership of such a title, but upon seeing the film this afternoon, I found I had cruelly misjudged his acting skills. He was, in fact, the Sherlock Holmes I had adored reading about as a small child. The Holmes who was outright and witty, intelligent and strange and always extremely likable: not to mention, always right. In the film, Downey Jr covered all those bases, with only slight differences from the original character.

As for the film in it's entirety, Guy Ritchie did a fantastic job: the cinematography was gritty and classic old England [with even a slight cyber-punk feel if you minus the technology bit], a love interest who actually avoided being annoying throughout the film [which is very rare], enjoyable and witty humor [in Downey Jr taste, of course] and action sequences which did not stray beyond what an audience could believe Holmes and Watson capable of. Oh, and about Watson: Jude Law was perfect for the part. The character development in the film had a lot to do with Watson's attempting to 'step down' from his position as Holmes' partner, which added the necessary 'humanness' to the film.

I enjoyed it thoroughly. You should go see it.

The Test

I passed with flying colors.

After today, I might be driving.

Despite being ridiculously frustrated over absolutely everything lately, I'm doing good.

I'm taking the Class 7 knowledge test this afternoon. The last time I took it was in August last year. I've been studying a lot since then, so I think I'll pass. I'll probably throw up on the insurance receptionist if I don't, or if not her at least my mother. You can hold me to that.

I just have to pass. For one thing, it will mean I can focus on other things instead of constantly studying for the damn test, and I'll finally be able to drive. It will be nice. Also, I'm old enough to get my Class 5. This stalling is getting ridiculous.

It's true.

Today I feel that much closer to an anger management course. I could kick a baby.

Weekend Report

So I lived through another swim meet, with few incidents to speak of. The worst thing that happened was a simple disqualification from the most painful race I did [100m Breaststroke] after I didn't touch the wall properly on a turn. That was annoying, but not entirely unexpected. Apart from that, though, I made good time in my races and it was as fun as it always is when you have to wake up at 5am two days in a row. But I like swimming, and I like racing and apart from being dead tired right now, I feel like everything is alright in the world.


...apart from that Haiti catastrophe, of course.

It Was The Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd

Spinning, arms spread,
Crushing the tops of mountains
With my hands.
As I dive into the Pacific
I flood the shorelines.

And I exhale-
Causing the oceans' endless waves
As I emerge-
Shaking the wreckage from my hair
With my hands.

As this rainforest
Falls beneath my knees,
I want to breathe
Life into the Dead Sea.

Below, where is your boat?
You are slow, you are slow.
I will play until the sky is black-
Breathe in all the air-
Exhale and choke the land with carbon...

...burn it all.
Looking down
From where I stand,
I can see the curvature of the Earth.
I want to make it flat.

-George Pettit, Alexisonfire

Stuffs

Alright, so I'm feeling good now. I'm not sick, I'm not depressed... in fact, I've been feeling rather chipper of late. Why the mood swings? Probably for the reasons I mentioned in an earlier post, as well as too high an intake of caffeine and garbage food. I dislike the insecurity my own body has been giving me.

Speaking of my body, this weekend it has been demanded to perform in another swim meet; my second since I joined the swim team. I'm nervous. My body tells me it's feeling good about it and it assures me that the adrenaline of the competition provides it with quite a powerful speed-boost. My mind is not so sure, however, and it's been arguing a lot with my body.

I hope the latter wins.

sick sick sick

It's the grossest state of being. I don't want to throw up.

Good news...

...I can finally watch films again! Apparently, my first in weeks shall be Atonement with a friend. It will be nice.

There are also these nice things I have to look forward to:

> Braces removed March 1st
> The Wolfman released Feb 12
> A cousin expected the first week of March
> A swim meet next weekend
> A quiz meet a weekend or so after that
> A drivers license next week

...hell yes. I am happy.

Today, I am Pontius Pilate

"What is truth?"

I feel like the undead.

Usually, depression reeks of either no motivation to become happy, a poor chemical balance in the brain [mostly caused by not eating right, a lack of exercise or not enough sleep], or, of course, actually having a reason to be depressed. I'm not sure which to blame for my current state of mind, but right now all I feel like doing is sitting beneath my ceiling with screamo music in my ears using up as much oxygen as possible because that's the only function I feel capable of performing right now. I hate that I realize it's nothing. I almost wish I was blissfully ignorant of all things in relation to moods and teenagers and thought I was some sort of naturally cool emo kid incapable of being happy, who should squeeze herself into skinny jeans and dye her hair to express herself. But no. I realize that it'll pass, and next week I will be the upbeat, smart sixteen-year-old in the ponytail who survived a pointless mood-swing. Until then, however, I must endure being the angry, listless minor with a chemical imbalance.

Some Goals

I realize how cliché it is to makes New Year's resolutions, so instead I will simply list the things I am excited for which 2010 has promised to provide:

> The right to wield a vehicle
> My first summer job
> A wedding that I actually want to attend in May
> Doing well at swim meets
> Doing well at quiz meets
> Getting a lot of reading done
> Watching less films
> Finishing Grade 11/12 math for good
> Finding a kick-ass hairstyle at last
> Seeing a rock show
> Learning new words
> The Wolf Man in February
> Being 17 in August
> Making my own dress
> Attending an opera
> Backstage for Love According to John again
> Being able to afford a Zune
> Finding El Roi
> Getting into the bronze level in my swimming courses [required for a future lifeguarding job]
> The purchase of a fish and a frog
> Learning to write with my left hand
> Dying my hair
> Alice in Wonderland in April
> Not getting cancer

MMX

And so this is the new year. I'm going to fill it to the brim.