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.