Summa cum laude and I can’t read a headline…

i read that as “‘doctor who’ aided (the) bin laden raid in jail”

I seriously pictured Nine (I don’t know why him specifically) doing some sort of raiding in a jail with Bin Laden. And I don’t even know what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. I think tumblr has destroyed my brain. Too much time with the fan girls, speaking our pidgin language and thinking/writing in British English has completely ruined my command of American English.

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“Okay, this was an adorable story! I really enjoyed it. Thanks so much for writing :D”

I took a correspondence writing course waaaaaaaay back when we lived in Ohio. For the children in the audience, a correspondence course was when you snail mailed your homework to your teacher. Online courses didn’t really exist back then. Plus, with writing, it kind of made more sense - she could underline, write corrections, etc. and make it easier to understand the notes.

Anyhoo… I found the course’s notebook, filled with the writing assignments, my turned in homework, and the teacher’s comments. (That class is where “Scott and Kate” came from, and maybe one day, I’ll suck it up and make it public.) I went back and read all the assignments (write from the antagonist’s point of view, do a character study of your main characters, blah, blah, blah…). I’d forgotten how much work it took to flesh out realistic characters, but looking back at how it all came together, it was worth it.

All the reactions to my assignment were high praise. Such high praise that it pissed me off to where I basically accused her - in my final review of the class - of blowing smoke up my arse. After she chewed me out for being a complete dick to her, she reminded me that her one CONSISTENT (and pretty much only) complaint about my writing was the way I tend to write in choppy sentences. I had no idea I was doing it back then, but I’ve discovered since that its my voice. It’s just who I am when I write. Whether or not it’s on my blog or in fiction.

Fascinating.

I’m still amazed that I’m getting positive feedback on my fan fic. (I still feel ridiculous admitting that.) People are favoriting my story, giving me kudos, following my story (which is pointless - it’s all been uploaded - but sweet nonetheless), and most importantly, favoriting ME and following ME. Not my story. ME. As a writer.

Dude. It blows my fucking mind like you don’t even know.

I guess in a way, I feel like people are being kind. That I don’t deserve the praise. That I’m a completely shitty writer. (See? Choppy sentences.)

Once day, I’ll accept that I can write, and that people aren’t just blowing smoke.

But it ain’t gonna be today…

WE’RE GETTING A FOURTH SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is serious, jawn.

Survived my first week at the new job.

It’s been a rough transition - he’s not the kind of person I learn well from, but it seems like we’re figuring out how to communicate with each other.

Eh. It’s a job.

It’ll do while I’m killing time and continuing to work on the Get My Ass To London While NOT Working For A Large Souless International Company Plan. (GMATLWNWFALSIC for short…)

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In other news, Sherlock Series 3 picks up filming the 3rd episode at the end of this month. I believe it’s been confirmed that the US will get Sherlock on PBS in 2014, but there’s no UK air date yet.

I’m really curious because the three hints we were given for this season were rat, wedding, bow and the episode titles are “The Empty Hearse”, “The Sign of Three”, and “His Last Vow.”

We know for a fact that “TEH” (*snicker*) is about Sherlock’s return to John and that it’s not going to go well. They showed some of “Three” at Comic-Con so we know it has to do with Mary Morstan and John’s wedding. We know that Mary leaves John at some point in ACD canon - but I can’t remember how - so hopefully she leaves in “Vow”. Like John’s last wedding vow because he never gets married again. (Although that’s not true in ACD canon.)

I don’t know… “Vow” is written by Moffat, so it’s going to be… Moffaty. (Buy stock in Kleenex now. The Sherlockians are going to lose their minds. Guaranteed.)

BUT, BUT, BUT!

Benedict mentioned several months ago that they signed on for series 4, but that was quickly squashed by the powers that be. Moftiss et al have announced that series 4 has been commissioned, but of course there’s no way to give us an estimated air date…

Fuckers.

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Other than that, I’m still getting favorites/kudos on my Johnlock fic. Still working on the Cabin Pressure fic from hell. Still obsessing about writing my next Johnlock fic.

I need to buy suits again. I don’t like suits.

I definitely need to hose out and air dry my ruck - it smells lovely after the Challenge. (I may have forgotten to empty the bag after we got home… WHOOPS.)

Happy birthday, Olivia

If she hadn’t been killed at Sandy Hook, she’d be 7 today.

My heart aches for Brian and his family.

Head’s all spinny, but I’m here

two really attractive men for your viewing pleasure

I’m alive.

Two days in and I’m liking the job… except for the security cameras in the pool. How am I supposed to have a nekkid pool party now? Party poopers.

(Yeah, staff gets free lunches, access to the pool and the fitness center.)

Accounting is accounting is accounting, so it’s an accounting job. Same rodeo, different horse, you know?

This company actually doesn’t seem to be twelve flavors of crazy, but the boss does sing. (As he warned me.)

He sings loudly.

I’m OK. I’m fitting in just fine. The work is doable.

I’ll check in once I have more energy and something to talk about outside of the fact that my office is in a hotel room and has it’s own bathroom, refrigerator, and microwave. (Which is pretty damn cool, btw.)

Have I mentioned that I get free entertainment in the form of a singing boss?

Oh yeah.

His rendition of Notorious B.I.G.‘s “Juicy” was especially inspired…

So. Nervous.

it’s the little things you do for love

Because of a stupid Monday morning meeting, I don’t get to start my new job until noon today. Which means I have another hour to chill out before I have to leave.

Of course, while I’m waiting, I get an interview for a job at a college… It’s a religious college and a member of Hockey East, so there’s some internal conflict there. But the job was good based on the description in the ad.

And now I’m worrying about whether or not I’m passing up the perfect job to take a perfect job that isn’t.

I know this is going to be fine. I know I can make it fine.

I mean, I passed the pop quiz at lunch, so it’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve proven to him that I’m smarter than the political hire. I make him laugh. He makes me laugh. He didn’t try to impress me with a hockey puck.

Therein lies the rub. I went for a job and got let go within a month because I was a terrible fit. They hired someone and let them go within a month because that person was a terrible fit.

Please, universe, don’t let that happen again.

I don’t think I can take it if it happens again…