Dear Nincompoop: The Journal Of Sherlock.

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Userame: ..:Sparki:..
Rate out of 10: I'm so sorry, but can I rate this 100? Because 10 isn't enough. :3
Who's ya favorite charrie? *inhales deeply* Mom. :3 I love how shes all psycho and stuffs/
How do I improve? By writing more! xD
Are you a stalker? o.O: ... MAYBE.
Any Extra Info that you feel like talking about: I liek turtles.

[LaughingBanana]

"Feed me rainbows"
I don't know why but I just laughed my head off from that. I just imagined Sherlock tied up in a chair and everyone just stuffing rainbow smiley face cereal in his face...
Now that I think about it, it sounds odd..
ignore me... *goes into shadows*
Hmm, you should fix that window, its very dark he- *crash* ow!

I'm going to fill this out, why not. Its not going to kill me.. right?
Userame: laughinabanana
Rate out of 10: 8... I find it funny ^^ so i'm treating it like a non serious book (until the last entry... that was a little sad (noooo Sherlock... stop being bumptious... did I use that word right? XD I always wanted to use it...) I get a little irritated when I got reminded "this is about a dog version!" but that's because I can't imagine a dog using a pen- oh well.
Who's ya favorite charrie? Erm... Sherlock? I guess...
How do I improve? More deductions ^^ he does want to be a detective right? So wouldn't he at least try to get involved with something that needs that. Then again with his insane life I doubt he can- (then again, it means you actually have to create something that needs a deduction, which isn't easy... it really isn't... well for me anyway- i'm getting off topic.)
Are you a stalker? o.O: YES. No- wait... not really. I will read but I won't go nuts... I mean more nuts then usual...
Any Extra Info that you feel like talking about: Erm... hmm... go... Watson? I don't know.... oh yea, I did have the oddest thought when Diesel threw that bun (or was it toast.. I like toast. but I like buns more so lets go with a bun :3) Sherlock grabbed it and then started muttering something, threw the bun on the ground and the bun basically hit every single person in the room by bouncing across... but it went around Candy and hit Watson in the mouth. Odd huh?

Well I think I stalk- I mean talked. No stalking here... hehe.... like I was saying , I think I talked enough right now so bye... (I sorta had a chocolate chip cookie... and i'm lonely, not a good pair. Sorry for talking so much..)

Turtlez!

Edit: Alright i'm back (yay...?)... just wanted to say something, but now I forgot... I think i'm just stalling >_<... bye (for real- probably... no... I'm coming back tomorrow.... I'm serious. run. Or your sanity will forever be at 0%...! )

Edit- or PS.... lets go with PS, it sounds better...
WAIT! Let me start over...
P.S: What does ps stand for again? OH well. Just wanted to say now I feel like writing a diary, but not Sherlock- Or what ever his name would be if his parents weren't insane... my diary... the world is doomed
Just kidding :3

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Hey, its not as bad as me with a bottle of soda.
Then I get a sugar rush
And run outside
while its snowing

[LaughingBanana]

Hey, its not as bad as me with a bottle of soda.
Then I get a sugar rush
And run outside
while its snowing

*stares at empty soda bottle* ...this could only mean one thing-
*looks outside window* ...oh come on, how did you get up that mountain
Again, hyper... so if I randomly scream at you or say something totally unrelated to the subject, ignore me. Then again, if you're retreating or running away then you shouldn't ignore the thing you're trying to escape.... right?
Cereal!

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Hey, its not as bad as me with a bottle of soda.
Then I get a sugar rush
And run outside
while its snowing

*stares at empty soda bottle* ...this could only mean one thing-
*looks outside window* ...oh come on, how did you get up that mountain
Again, hyper... so if I randomly scream at you or say something totally unrelated to the subject, ignore me. Then again, if you're retreating or running away then you shouldn't ignore the thing you're trying to escape.... right?
Cereal!

...
WRITE MOAR!
Hey guess what!? *tries but fails at whispering because I forgot how to when I have sugar at 9 at night while I have school tomorrow but I'm not even suppose to be awake because I have to go on the 5:30 bus so I can get help on my test*
I HAVE MOAR SODA!

[LaughingBanana]

Hey, its not as bad as me with a bottle of soda.
Then I get a sugar rush
And run outside
while its snowing

*stares at empty soda bottle* ...this could only mean one thing-
*looks outside window* ...oh come on, how did you get up that mountain
Again, hyper... so if I randomly scream at you or say something totally unrelated to the subject, ignore me. Then again, if you're retreating or running away then you shouldn't ignore the thing you're trying to escape.... right?
Cereal!

...
WRITE MOAR!
Hey guess what!? *tries but fails at whispering because I forgot how to when I have sugar at 9 at night while I have school tomorrow but I'm not even suppose to be awake because I have to go on the 5:30 bus so I can get help on my test*
I HAVE MOAR SODA!

*slaps soda out of hand*
...
But no, don't write more write another one the day after this day :3 so I can have a good school day or something like that

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*starts crying*
MY BABEH!

[LaughingBanana]

*starts crying*
MY BABEH!

I feel like we're messing up the story...

[bubiza]

Dear Nincompoop,
Today I went to get my new uniform. Mum tends to go to the shops today, but she wanted to go to the shoe shop and the plant shop and the health shop. But then Mycroft offered to take me, so I went with him.
Mycroft being nice to me is starting to pay off. Watson's still hating, though. He spent the day round Angie's and Diesel's.
After wasting £200 buying shirts and blazers and other stupid uniform stuff, we went to the bank.
"After I get some money out, I'll take you to the Ritz, OK? I get a serious discount." Mycroft said.
I have never been to the Ritz before. All the rich people go there. Since it's about £100 per cup of tea.
"Um... OK." I replied.
But then something completely random and bizarre happened. This dog in a balaclava came with two other dogs, and was holding a sack and a gun.
"GET DOWN!" they yelled. And then I realized who it was.
Dia.
Stupid government. They said she was locked up, with Roscoe and Rozi in safe and secure places.
"Hand over the money and I won't get hurt!" Roscoe (I think) yelled.
"We'll hurt this guy!" Dia screamed, picking up a random stranger. To be honest, he didn't looked that scared. The woman behind the counter did, and came running in with a load of money. Dia grabbed onto the stranger, and took him out of the shop anyway with the money.

We had to hang around for a bit so we could get interviewed by the police. This guy came in, and showed us a warrant.
"The name's Lestrade. I'm a police officer, and I need to ask you a couple of questions."
This is Lestrade:

"I'm Sherlock. And this is..." I began, but he started laughing.
"Let me guess. Watson? I know you might think this being strange, but my parents were obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, so named me after the police officer."
"Actually, my name is Mycroft." Mycroft muttered sourly. "Watson's my other brother."
"Oh, OK." the officer stopped smiling. "Can you describe the attacker?"
"Well, it was a female. She had a balaclava on... And that's it, really." Mycroft said.
"Her name's Dia. She's got black fur with rainbow stripes, and has a history of breaking the law before. She's hosted multiple kidnappings, and has two sidekicks, Roscoe and Rozi. Roscoe has button eyes and blue and white quilts, whilst Rozi has toffee color fur and floppy ears. They made off with a stranger whom they kidnapped." I replied. Lestrade stared at me.
"Well... Thanks for that." he said. "You've been most helpful. We may need to talk to you again, and you may need to appear in court at one point." He walked off, grinning.

"That was Dia?" Mycroft said when we were at the Ritz, having our very expensive afternoon coffee. "As in..."
"Yes, that Dia." I grabbed a cucumber sandwich from the thingy, and ate it. I have no idea what they're called, those weird posh things. But the sandwich was gross. I spat it out immediately. "There's no filling, or even butter."
Some posh dogs turned their heads and tutted at me. Mycroft picked up a newspaper.
"Don't spit food out at the Ritz, Sherlock. Posh people don't like it." he said. "Oh, and here are some tips for when you go to that posh school. Don't swear. Don't use abbreviations or text talk. Don't try and out-posh anybody. Don't laugh at the accents. And whatever you do Sherlock, don't go all cocky and think you're cleverer than them. Because you're not. They have tutors, and you don't."
"Um... thanks..." I replied. "I shall really take that to heart."

When we got back, Watson was sitting on the couch staring at the TV. Except he wasn't watching it, and was in a state of mourning. Mycroft beckoned me over to a corner of the room.
"Shall we creep him out?" he asked.
"Sure." Watson is getting annoying, acting all marytry. Mycroft pulled out his Macbook, typed a few things and on the TV it switched to Spongebob Squarepants. Except it wasn't.
IT WAS THAT HORRIBLE CREEPYPASTA SQUIDWARD ONE. AND IT WAS DISGUSTING.
I have no idea how Mycroft managed to wriggle out of that one.
"I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't mean to make Sherlock vomit." he said. Mum accepted his apology, and made me clean it up.
Ewww. It was Mycroft's fault. He should do it, the posh totty-
I mean, great big brother who is being nice to me all of a sudden. He's more fun than Watson.
No he isn't.
Yes he is.
Isn't.
Is.
But still, Watson isn't going to talk to me again. I accidently hit him, and he's now gone into some depressed creeped out state. Last time I checked he was sitting on the stairs, slowly rocking forwards and back.
Not feeling too good. I'm going to go find Mycroft.
Yours,
Sherlock.

[LaughingBanana]

XD looks like there's a lot of Sherlock fans... that love naming their kids after the characters...
That's totally normal.

Did you see the sarcasm in that sentence? No..? I'm feeling less hyper then yesterday.... but more sarcastic. Not sure if that's a improvement.. probably not.