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This is Eileen. She's an unusually tall Asian with an unhealthy addiction to coffee.

Resides in 221b Baker St.

April 22, 2014 at 12:10pm
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I’m actually a grumpy 85 year old man trapped in a 20 year old girl’s body.

April 15, 2014 at 3:00pm
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oh I should be doing about 7 different things but all I want is to listen to ben sollee and sip on coffee and look at pictures of places I wish I could go

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oh I miss

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April 12, 2014 at 10:50pm
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Lying in bed, stroking appa, writing code and stuff

Lying in bed, stroking appa, writing code and stuff

March 29, 2014 at 9:20pm
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shhh just took a little bit of my roommate’s wine but i swear it’s barely anything I just wanted to see if it was tasty and anyways this is all their fault for leaving completely alone in the house the SECOND weekend in a row so ha boo you whores

January 18, 2014 at 6:44pm
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Wearing adult clothes to do adult things

Wearing adult clothes to do adult things

January 9, 2014 at 3:35pm
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I just found the BEST birthday present for my roommate/best friend. I’m going to tell you and hopefully she doesn’t see this until after her birthday.

So shes obsessed with the Beatles and Dr. Who and I found a t-shirt of Dr. Who characters crossing Abbey Road. Bam.

Who else wants to be best friends with me? I’m excellent at the business, obviously.

January 8, 2014 at 3:32pm
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Hi I’m Eileen. I’m 3% human, 97% fandom.

January 6, 2014 at 11:39am
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I just want to say that when Sherlock left the wedding early it broke my heart into a billion gajillion pieces and oh god I just want to dance with him forever just to make him happy

January 2, 2014 at 4:06pm
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The End of Thirteen

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snow is falling and Christmas lights are still up and twinkling and school restarts in just three days but this long, hard winter is fused with warmth from family and friends. That’s something to be thankful for.

December 31, 2013 at 8:34pm
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oh my god I’m so sorry

If anyone needs to unfollow me these next few months because of my excessive sherlock fangirling please do so I am so sorry so sorry

December 29, 2013 at 10:25am
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From August

I miss home.

I miss my Asian smelling house and eating pans of brownies at Kita’s and eating 6 cantaloupes with Molly and basically living in her pool. I miss the summer when I spent too much time worrying about Statistics but also simultaneously didn’t spend enough time hanging out at Jade Palace with Linda the Fabulous Vietnamese Cashier or going to Graeter’s with my sister. We never did actually manage to go.

I miss the steamy streets of Louisville and being in a city that raised me and watch me grow. I miss crawling onto my mom’s lap as she Skypes with her sister and I even miss her incessant worrying. God, it’s only been two weeks and the Nostalgia Monster is eating at me with a ferocious power. Sometimes before bed, while I’m lying amidst the terrible heat that is our humid, non air-conditioned house, I think about transferring back home and being able to live three more years in my bedroom and once again being at least 15 minutes away from my closest friends at all times of the day.

I know that I’m an awful romanticizer, in that I take things that aren’t actually so dreamy and perfect and I make them so. Moving back home probably wouldn’t be so idyllic. In fact, I’d probably want to pull a murder/suicide mission on my mom in roughly 2 weeks of moving back. But at the end of the day, there is no denying that I am missing things. Things like, my sister growing taller and our porch getting redone and the master bathroom getting painted a hideous shade of yellow that I swear I could have talked my mom out of if only I weren’t a couple hundred miles away. Important things that are small up close but eventually add up to huge life-altering kind of changes. I don’t want these things to happen without me, but at the same time I feel like moving away forced me to grow up a little. I hated it and resisted with every fiber of my being but it did eventually happen in the end. I guess I should be grateful for that.

It’s just so hard, being split between two places.

December 28, 2013 at 12:17pm
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try not to lose your tenderness

try not to lose your tenderness