sirona_fics | Entries tagged with you bloody stupid woman

OKAY OKAY CRISIS AVERTED (for the time being). I have a custom S2 layout, so, Miss Clever over here just realised that if I use ?style=mine (which I don't like to do, BUT THE LESSER EVIL, RIGHT?) it works just like before!!!! OH MY GOD, THE RELIEF. I am totally going to hang in there until I see where this is going. *nodnod* Still importing my account to DW just in case, but -- OKAY, LJ. I'M WILLING TO GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. DON'T FUCK IT UP AGAIN.

...Meanwhile. Uh, okay. Here's the thing. I have ~43K monster of a Charles/Erik fic in the final stages of edits. Is there perhaps anyone out there that wouldn't mind reading that huge-ass thing and telling me if it works? I've been staring at the thing for waaaay too long, and I can't possibly inflict another re-read on my SuperBeta, who has already done a fuckton of work on this. Sooooo, if anyone fancies a romp with Kriminalhauptkommissar Lehnsherr and ensemble (that's the cop!Erik AU to you and me), would you please let me know? I'm kind of hoping to get it out by Christmas -- or New Year at the very latest. Uh. Please? ^_____^

Current Mood: relieved

OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, SOMEONE TALK ME OUT OF SIGNING UP FOR YET ANOTHER CHRISTMAS EXCHANGE (the Sherlock one this time)!! D: I'M ALREADY DOING INCEPTION AND ~~AM CONSIDERING~~ WILL BE DOING XMFC (damn you,

pocky_slash with your irresistible allure), and I actually passed on H50 BECAUSE I HAD SO MANY OTHER THINGS ON, OH MY GOD. And now Sherlockmas is back around AND I AM PROBABLY GOING TO SIGN UP, WHAT IS MY LIFE. D: D:

I have nothing further to say at 2.50am other that I have just spent three hours reading I Seem To Be A Verb, this AMAZEBALLS Arthur/Eames Notting Hill AU on

inception_kink that is just EVERYTHING I WANTED OUT OF TODAY. <3<3<3 Probably everyone out there is reading it already, BUT IF YOU'RE NOT, IT'S MAGICAL AND WHIMSICAL AND JUST REALLY FUCKING COOL and you totally should tap that. *__________*

In the past few days, I have:

++ managed to buy a pair of gorgeous earrings, only to promptly lose one of them not 24 hours later.

++ managed to not buy this utterly gorgeous scarf and am now KICKING MYLSELF FOR IT. I hate it when that happens, so much. Oh well. Now that I have a reason to go to Sofia again (see the clusterfuckery below), if it's waiting for me then it's my scarf, obviously. And I might even get a chance to have tea with

stardust_made again! \0/ (What do you say, love?)

++ been pissed off beyond indurance by university red tape. They are refusing to let me have my MBA certificate until I provide them with a photocopy of my secondary education certificate, despite having seen it when I enrolled. WTF, UNIVERSITY. AND YOU WONDER WHY PEOPLE LEAVE TO STUDY ABROAD. MAKE YOUR SYSTEM MORE CONVOLUTED, I DARE YOU.

++ come up with an Arthur/Eames plot bunny that won't leave me alone, where Eames is a shy but proud and rather mouthy forensic accountant who stumbles on some mob money-laundering scheme, and Arthur is the FBI agent assigned to protect him until he can testify in court. I CAN SEE THE SPARKS FLYING ALREADY.

++ been told I need to pick up three extra shifts at work because the person who is supposed to be on is having some health issues. Oh well, it'll give me a chance to write my letter of statement, and arrange my work reference. SHIT WILL GET DONE.

++ not managed to write A SINGLE WORD that hasn't been plotting Arthur/Eames FBI agent in denial/plucky witness who stands by his feelings ridiculous AU. WHAT. JUST. WHAT. Let's hope I'll be able to write more Steve/Danny Fake Husbands tomorrow!

OH GOD, IT IS 3.17AM, WTBF, BRAIN. D: D: D:

Current Mood: buzzed

IT IS DONE.

66 pages and just over 17,000 words later, I have finished my dissertation. I wanted to throw up for a bit there, I was so wound up. But I can breathe again now that I've laid my paws on some booze and have eaten ALL THE THINGS. I look it over tomorrow, then I print it, get it bound, burnt to a CD, and I submit it on Wednesday.

AND THEN I SPEND THE REST OF TOMORROW PROCRASTINATING LIKE A BOSS. I will be watching the H50 finale, and then writing my black little heart out. I have so many things to write, that I actually want to write, it's brilliant!

One other reason, though, that makes me want to throw up is that, like I moaned to

andrealyn an hour ago, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get cut out of the H50 Big Bang. Which would be fair, you know, I didn't make the 20K wordcount, not by a long shot -- together with this morning's procrastination, it's just 200 words off 10K. It's making me sick, because I am totally in love with that story, but everything that's happened -- my nephew, help_japan, dissertation -- I just haven't had the time I've wanted to devote to it. It's making me so disappointed in myself.

I mean, I'm not gonna let it go. I am totally going to finish it, no matter whether I'm allowed to proceed or not. It's clamouring to be written in my head, and now that I CAN give it my undivided attention, it's going to pour or punch its way out of me, one way or another.

To be honest, I hadn't realised just how stressed I was making myself thinking about it until this morning.

sheafrotherdon has put up this gorgeous story that I loved, but there was a point in it where, ngl, I just burst into tears and sobbed for like ten minutes straight. ( Discussion of major character death under cut. I know I would like to be warned if I stumbled across this )

Yeah, weird, tell me about it. Anyway, I'm off to write Steve/Danny IN LOVE, ALWAYS IN LOVE, and maybe squeeze in watching the new Who ep somewhere, since people keep telling me it's the most awesome thing since ice cream. THE POINT IS, I CAN.

FOR YOUR TIME (shamelessly nabbed off

delicatale):

ETA: NNNNNNNNNNGH, ARMS.

Current Mood: accomplished

It is rare in the extreme that I post to my LJ twice in one day, but I wanted to share something with you all.

hubris or hybris [ˈhjuːbrɪs]

— n
1. pride or arrogance
2. (in Greek tragedy) an excess of ambition, pride, etc, ultimately causing the transgressor's ruin

Example: when Sirona thinks she has sufficiently recovered from her back surgery to regain full use of her legs and feet, and thus thinks she is perfectly justified in wearing heels again. So she climbs up a chair, pulls down the shoes with a one inch heel she wore all Summer last year, and puts them on for work. Then she walks into the elevator -- and promptly sprains her ankle. Cue X-rays, Orthopaedic examinations, an ankle bandage and ice. Lots of ice.

Fun times.

At least that means plenty of time to finish That Story for my deadline tomorrow. I just hope my ankle's well enough to go to my best friend's wedding this Saturday without a bandage. D:

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: work
Current Music: Morcheeba, Blood Like Lemonade

We're gonna run out of cake at this rate

Entries tagged with you bloody stupid woman

UGH LEARN TO USE YOUR BRAIN FIRST AND YOUR MOUTH SECOND

Pimpage and plot bunnies

Oh my god it is finally over.

I don't understand how you could be so bloody stupid, Sirona. >:/