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So, a RL friend and I are both Sherlock BBC fans (she got me into it, damn her). As I mentioned on Twitter that we've been spending our lunch break planning a fic where, as an experiment, Sherlock decides to see what would happen if he sent anonymous love poems to John.

We've since decided that because he's Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson is the co-conspirator, all of them are gonna be Shakespeare sonnets. So B and I are going through our anthologies, going through the sonnets, and messaging back and forth with ones that are very perfect for the boys.

Only every so often we come to sonnets or lines that remind us of the Episode Which Shall Not Be Named and...grrr.

Sonnet 88, lines 10-11
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do.

So far, we have a little over half a dozen sonnets chosen mostly because we keep getting distracted by the epic fangirl flailing of each other. :)

So, thanks to my awesome flist, I am no longer panicking about the immigration UK border thing.

Now, in fact, we're planning a few more things. We have tickets to see Wicked on Monday and we'll have all day Sunday to do the touristy thing in London.

One thing we decided to do is have lunch somewhere in London in something of a group setting, maybe Saturday or Sunday, March 12/13? Would any of my UK peeps be able to make it to London for a group lunch where everyone is a PR fan? Let me know!

So, Its been the 3 Home Game weekend for the volleyball team (games Thursday, tonight, and tomorrow, which is Pink Night in support of Breast Cancer Awareness). My old roommate Mary is the captain and plays pretty much every game. When we were roommates, she tore one of the muscles in her knee during a game and had to have surgery--she pretty munch was benched the remainder of the season.

Tonight, she broke the school record for assists; I think it was something like 2K+ for her career which is pretty good when you consider she got benched for half a season--and she still has seven games left of this season (her last) plus the RMAC tournament.

Very proud of her--she's earned it.

In other v-ball news, I came this close to yelling at a couple of parents about reigning in their kids. I can understand letting them play in the bleachers, they were pre-school age and probably not all that interested in a collegiate volleyball game, but when people started moving away after the first set then they really should have done something.

Also? I am NOT a jungle gym that the munchkins could crawl all over. *glowers*

I was invited by my roommate to a group, collegiate dinner tonight, where every week a group from one of the local churches take turns offering home-cooked meals for the college kids. There was about 25 of us this week, which is the most they've ever had, but we had a blast and I think the church people did to.

How does this connect with werewolves? Well...

So, after dinner, a group of about 7 of us decided to play, you guessed it, Werewolf (the supernatural equivelant of MAFIA). If you haven't played Werewolf/Mafia, the game starts with everyone picking a card from a deck. There are the active players, then one guy who acts as the moderator/God of the game. In Werewolf, there are several cards:

Villager: Plain villager, no extra abilities whatsoever.
Cupid: Chooses two lovers to fall in love. If one of them dies, the other one dies too.
Seer: A seer (I cant remember if they can save or not).
Witch: Can heal or kill; they don't know who the vicitim is though so...
Werewolves: Werewolves in the village, who kill (or try to) kill someone each night.
Sherrif: Sherrif of the town is not handed out blindly, its voted upon--used if there's an even number of players (besides God), to break ties.

So, the way the game is played, everyone closes their eyes, (sleep) and the werewolves are then "woken up" by God and choose someone to kill. They choose and then go back to sleep. Then each of the other special players "wake up" and do what their card says they can--the witch chooses, for example, if they want to heal someone or kill someone without knowing who's been attacked by the wolves. In the "morning," you find out if anyone died and then accuse people of being the werewolves. They can state their case for NOT being the werewolf and everyone votes whether to kill them or save them. Easy peasy, right?

We started with, I think, 7 players in the first round and ended with 14 in the last. I played all rounds and finally managed to get a werewolf card in the final game. With the extra people, a new card was introduced: The Cursed, who has werewolf bloodlines but isn't a werewolf themselves--unless the wolves try to eat him, then they become one. And you never know if the cursed has turned so you don't know how many wolves you have.

We managed, in the final round, to kill off everyone but me (original werewolf), Kelso (the Cursed/Turned Werewolf/Sherriff), and Andrea (a villager). Kelso and Andrea were the lovers. And because Kelso couldn't turn against his "lover", I got eaten and everyone was like...You're the original werewolf?! :D

I'm not sure who had more fun though, us playing the game or the adults watching us play. :D

My friend Kelly recently found out she's pregnant. She's beyond excited but her husband can't seem to stop teasing her about the way they found out.

She was at the dentist and because she has medical problems. They had to do blood work. Kelly had already been drugged up slightly though so she doesn't remember the dentist coming back in and announcing that she's pregnant.

Afterwards, when she woke up, she asked for Vicodin but her husband told her the dentist didn't prescribe it and that she can't have any. She insisted he was wrong and demanded the Vicodin. He finally asked her if she remembered what the dentist had told her before she went under and she said no. He told her she was pregnant but she didn't believe him, for like, two days. Finally, he had to go buy a home pregnancy test. She did it, thinking he was being stupid but lo and behold...lol.

She's thrilled, even if she is panicking about the name. She's still got, like, six months to go but her mind doesn't seem to want to accept that. She knows she shouldn't be panicking but she can't seem to help herself. :/

I am so freakin tired, you all have no idea. Finals week is officially over. I spent all of today taking two finals, helping my roommate cram all her stuff in her truck, move some new furniture in, I went to the bank, and we still have to clean the kitchen and bathroom. I'm leaving the living room until after I get all the furniture I'm babysitting for the summer/next semester.

Also? My math class starts Monday. FML.

My friend Angela was talking with her husband Jordan on the phone as they laid in bed the other night. Jordan is currently touring Renaissance Fairs with a weapons smith he's working for. I honestly have no idea how they managed to get onto the topic, but they began discussing who they would invite in for a threesome.

Angela said her top female pick was Kat, a mutual friend of all three of us. Jordan said his was me.

Angela informed me of this about half an hour ago while I was hanging out with her and another RA, Gio. Gio (who is gay) groaned that he didn't need to hear that and Angela assured him that he was her number one guy.

He was not amused when Angela and I cracked up laughing at how red he turned.

Also? I turned in my giant s'mores reproduction of the Globe Theatre. Sarah (professor) was stoked, despite the fact it had gummy bears (she's phobic).