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I am extremely bored right now, so I’m obviously doing this to kill time.

My sister has been playing soccer with her friend for the last hour and fifteen minutes. Now, I know that is nothing, when it comes to going to watch people at soccer… That is if you like the sport. If you do, then I suppose you could spend inordinate amounts of time watching people run after a ball, and kick it all the way up and down the field, whilst trying to steal it from the opposing team and score a few goals of the opposing team’s goal thing. I, however, am not one of those people. I’m also not the kind of person to sit in the sun, while pretending to have any idea of what is going on in the field. For this reason, I have spent the last hour watching the last bit of the Hunger Games movie, reading J.D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey, and Conan Doyle’s The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes for the fifth time, and going through Arthur Darvill’s Instagram (because even if you’re not a Whovian *gasp*, you are sort of forced to admit that he is adorable, as my sister puts it.), and wondering if the Library might have any Avenger, or Wonder Woman, or Doctor Who comic books that might make time go by faster. As far as I can tell, there are a lot of Star Wars graphic novels, and stuff like World of Warcraft , but nothing that’s incredibly interesting. There’s also a lot of Manga and Anime stuff, but I’ve never really been into that kind of stuff, for some reason.

I’m currently getting odd looks for wearing boots in the summer. To top it off, I’m also wearing sparkly laces, because I couldn’t find the regular ones. *Spoiler Alert: I found them INSIDE ANOTHER pair of boots that do not require laces.*


I’ve had those laces for years, and wore them with my converse hi-tops, until my mom decided they looked ‘tacky’, which to be completely frank, is how she would describe my clothes a good 40% of the time. Why? I haven’t got the faintest idea. Nevertheless, they look cool. (I wear sparkly laces. Sparkly laces are cool.)

I will continue to try to fight this losing battle against boredom. Maybe the current Minister of Magic (M.O.M!) could dispatch a couple of Dementors to perform The Kiss right now. Or, better yet, Hagrid. Could send me either a Unicorn or an owl to entertain me. Or perhaps George could send me a couple of Pigmy Puffskeins to amuse me. And make my dog jealous.



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Why were Roger Waters and Morrissey singing together? Why don’t my dreams make sense?

We all know (or have been told) that dreams are the representations of our thoughts, and that more often than not they are utterly and completely meaning less. They are just random things our subconscious cooks up, and they may or may not be inspired by our real lives. There are people, for example who dream about doing every-day stuff. Pretty exciting, huh? And then there are people who dream extraordinary things that should be movies, if they already aren’t, and somehow manage to make perfect sense. Like that guy and his wife who literally LIVED in their dream-world for AGES. Or that other girl who built a dream inside a dream (inside a dream, inside a dream).Oh, wait, that’s Inception! with Joe Gordon-Levitt and Leo DiCaprio and Ellen Page!

A lot of the dreams¬†I remember are a mix of the two. Except, of course they¬†don¬īt¬†make any sense. Whatsoever.

Last night, for instance, I remember falling asleep while listening to The Smiths. In my dream I was in some stage thing, with a huge screen/wall in the back, and¬†a SMITHS SONG WAS PLAYING. When I turned around, Morrissey was there, singing. THE MOZMAN HIMSELF. Next to him, Roger Waters, from Pink Floyd was, I don’t know, doing something. I think it was Roger Waters, because his face was a sign that said ROGER WATERS in big, bright letters. Then, Roger Waters and Morrissey Himself started singing some new kind of music… a cross between Progressive/Acid/Space/Psychedelic Rock (according to Wikipedia) and Indie Pop. Actually it just sounded like “Please, please, please Let Me Get What I Want” with spacey background vocals that said something like “Pink Floyd…The Wall…So EPIC”. I should say I’ve only ever seen Roger Waters’ face in an interview with 60 Minutes about his The Wall Tour, and I’ve only ever heard maybe five Pink FLoyd songs.

In what universe would that happen? How did Morrissey and Roger Waters ever end up in the same place? WHY WAS I THERE? HOW did I get there? ugh.

Then there was the time Death Cab For Cutie’s Ben Gibbard was sitting there in my living room. And apparently I was interviewing Ben Gibbard. In my Living Room. ¬†And Ben Gibbard was also singing. In My Living Room. “Monday Morning” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark” and “Grapevine Fires” and “Expo ’86” all being sung by THE BENJAMIN GIBBARD in My Living Room. It was insane. I was fangirling in my sleep, and nearly rolled off my bed, and bumped into a duck wearing a suit. The Duck then chased me down the side of a Swamp, somewhere in the outskirts of Bree (Middle Earth…).

I am infinitely jealous of people like my sister that can have perfectly logical dreams that have nothing to do with going to the ¬†bathroom at a restaurant and bumping into Voldemort and The Silence. She doesn’t have to suffer in the morning with burning questions such as: ‘Why were Voldemort and The Silence IN THE LADIE’S ROOM?’. I hope any Neuro Scientists (Hi, Amy Farrah Fowler!!!) or Psychologists (Hello, Lancelot!) or Psychiatrists (Hello, you!) that happen to be reading this have any ideas to help me have NORMAL DREAMS.

However, if you happen to suggest I stop watching/reading/listening/obsessing over the stuff I dream about, I say NO CAN DO.

Ever had any strange dreams that’s baffled you more than Irene Adler baffled Sherlock Holmes *sighBenedictCumberbatchsigh*?

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Happy Birthday, Benedict Cumberbatch!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday, Benedict Cumberbatch!!!

Today, Benedict Timothy Carlton¬†¬†turns thirty-six! Hooray! Let’s wish him a long, satisfying carreer, filled with many more seasons of solving bizzarre cases, and BAFTAs and high-cheekboned grins! ¬†

You can see him ¬†in the upcoming The Hobbit (as the Dragon and Smaug! with Sherlock¬†co-star Martin Freeman!) as well as in the¬†Star Trek¬†sequel coming out sometime in the FUTUREEEEEEEEE. Sadly, he won’t be playing Spock, although he would be PERFECT for the role (but what do I know, anyways…). Instead, he will be The Evil Guy Whom Everyone Will Undoubtedly Fall In Love With, as with Tom Hiddleston’s LOKI.


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Hi, I’m Ellen.

Hi, I’m Ellen, “theresonatinglight”, and obviously, I’m new. To this blog, but also to WordPress. D: I like emoticons. I am sorry (for you) if you don’t. I also really love books, so that’s probably what you’ll catch me writing about most of the time. That, and my little sister. For various reasons.

See, I have a smart phone and a computer hogging eleven year old little sister, so it’s either blog from my phone or get into a horrible feud with Lily that will last for the rest of our lives. (Side note: My name is Ellen, not Petunia, and my little sister is NOT a witch. : P) Needless to say, I am currently typing away on my DROID RAZR’s way-too-small keypad and praying that I’m hitting the right keys and thus not making a fool out of myself… Yeah. And also getting closer and closer to going over my data usage for the month.

Right now, I would like to defend my presence on this blog. Although I have never watched so much as five seconds of Dr. Who or Bones or Sherlock (though I DID read all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories, including that odd bit about Mormons and Utah in A Study in Scarlet) or really any other television show, and I am nowhere near being a true feminist, I do love Harry Potter and numerous other books and also ranting, so yeah. My point is that though I am vastly different than theadorkabletimelord, I hope you will still like me.

I write in the same way that I talk most of the times, which is a habit I am trying to break, sort of, and so in the meantime, I am sorry if my writing style offends you. In addition, my transitions between thoughts are kind of nonexistent. As you probably know by now. .___. But that’s me, WARTS AND ALL. : )

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

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