I got a super sweet video birthday card from my little brother and his family, the way overdue phone call, and then, M posts this to my FB wall…
I’m so happy that I have people like them in my life.
It’s one thing to post on a Facebook timeline, but it’s another to reach out via email, via text, via voice, via handwritten card, and to take the time to fucking google a photo of my favorite Doctor saying one of my favorite Doctor Who catchphrases in the history of FOREVER…
So, a very public thank you to J/L/TL, NJ, WB, MHC, MM, BG, and DM (so far) for going above and beyond in this world of Facebook.
You all rock, and I’m thrilled to call you my friends!
Two big pieces of news today:
1) As I’ve been posting everywhere - I am beyond amused that today marks the 21st anniversary of my mother’s death. I am so amused that, if this anniversary were a person, I’d so take it out and get it shitfaced. I mean, the woman was a drunk. Seems oddly fitting…
2) I GOT A SECOND INTERVIEW WITH THE UCONN GRAD’S COMPANY! (I just realized that I never mentioned that interview in those terms. This is the guy with the 30 different companies.) I was joking with hubby because this guy was SO excited that when he asked me where I did my undergrad, I almost answered “UCONN, BITCH!”. Wisely, I swallowed that last word. Maybe he would have been amused by it… I don’t know. Maybe once I get the job there, he’ll get a full taste of my flavor of crazy.
It was a fun interview, one of the best I’ve ever been on. When they called me this morning - THEY HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN MY THANK YOU NOTE YET! - to schedule the second, I don’t know which one of us was more excited.
Keep for fingers crossed for me, kids. If I don’t get a job soon, it’s going to get ugly. The depression is lurking in the background and I’m trying to keep it away, but I am so NOT good with being home alone all day every day.
jensen ackles convinced the spn cast to do the harlem shake
This is amazing for so many reasons-the depressed teddy bear, Kevin Tran in the body bag, and most importantly, the fact that this was JENSEN’S idea. The one cast member with absolutely NO personal internet presence is actually one of us! Now, if we could only get him on Twitter. I can only imagine the tweets between J2 and Misha…
spn fandom, nine days left in hellatus
sherlock cast, seven days until filming starts
Of course, it’s not enough to enjoy the fact that Freeman and Cumberbatch are out spn’ing the SPN fandom by themselves.
I love these fucking fandoms…
EDITED BECAUSE REASONS…
it’s like clif is common sense and j2 is the spn fandom on tumblr… (not my pic, of course)
I was planning on attending rehearsal and sucking it up through the next two parades, but I got there and decided fuck it, and handed my uniform in. The universe decreed it so when BU beat Northeastern last night, granting us home ice in the playoffs. Let’s look at this realistically… No matter what scenario, I wouldn’t know about Sunday’s game until last minute Saturday night. If I had a choice between a parade I didn’t want to march in and a hockey game, I’d go to the hockey game. Since I wasn’t going to be able to go to the parade on the 17th (the big one), hanging around for the parade on the 24th was kind of pointless.
Yeah. Tough choice, that.
I did some research for my interviews tomorrow, but I forgot to take my pills this morning and got kind of sick. I tweaked my back on Thursday, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. My priority this morning was to unlock my back, not take care of the bipolar. Now my back hurts AND I’m in withdrawal. (I hate those damn pills. There’s no reason that missing one day of them should make me so sick, but they do.)
So, yeah… I got lost in Johnlock earlier today and then, just as I thought I was in the clear, I stumbled upon the Sherlock fandom’s take on The Hobbit. How great is it - really - when your OPT is in two things together, in totally different settings? The “text” from Cumbersmaug just cracked me up, and I really needed that giggle. Of course, then I saw the marshmalloooooow screen cap, and that seemed much more valuable than any thing I had to say.
I missed Soulmate Boy’s birthday again. I suppose if I could find the energy to go through the boxes that contain the last three years of my life, I’d find the birthday card I was writing out right before I got tossed to the curb. Oh well, I suppose I can get him a ‘happy belated birthday’ card…
I think I’m going to put on some Doctor Who and try to take a nap.