Last PB12 Ficlet (The Hunger Games) and real life ramblings
Interlude (at battle) [The Hunger Games; Katniss/Johanna; R]
It’s not love: a moment in their room on a dark night. But it is friendship, in a way that only the two of them might understand.
Other things, pluses and minuses:
+ I got to see
scrollgirl :) We did Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde and I was overall a poor hostess because the only thing I know how to do is take people to plays. But we did watch some Entourage and rewatch The Social Network too. And Captain America! So now it's sounding like we mostly sat together and consumed media. We did also do the museum and wander the city and climb a tower. But sometimes fandom consuming and conversation is the best part ♥
+ I'm going home for a week next week.
+/- I have a job interview next week, for a job back home. Which I will not get, because I'm not entirely qualified for it. But they did want to interview me, which beats out a number of other places recently. And it would be good to go home. Except I've already thought of twenty different problems that would occur if I did get it (moving, lease, job notices, ways it would be problematic for my current boss...) and ways I might screw it up if they gave it to me.
- My journey on Sunday to the airport involves two changes, I assume because they're doing something to the train tracks. Since I checked at the time I booked the flights out of Birmingham Airport, and at that point there were direct trains. BMI are screwing me over left right and centre on charges, so I just should have gone out of Heathrow. Things like this never happen to me at Heathrow. I hate travelling. It's just that I like getting places.
- I'm not getting any writing done.
- Once I get back to Oxford from home, I have to go to a friend's wedding. That'll be fun and non-stressful. Because I'm super-great at socialising with complete strangers.
- Mum still isn't well, so she's now on stuff to keep her heartrate down. And last week's fun conversation was: "Sweetheart, don't panic, but in case it's genetic can you go and get an ECG?" Apparently ECGs involve a number of wires and sticky things, and then they ask you to come back and get another one because this one is hard to read. And then tell you that the thing they were looking for seems fine but this other part is a tiny bit off so we're going to refer you to a cardiologist. And you'll have to wait an entirely unpredictable amount of time for an appointment, you don't mind everything being up in the air til then, right? Sigh. I am honestly very sympathetic to the medical profession overall but it's different when you're in it. I'm not too worried about my own stuff, really, but if they find anything, Mum will think it's her fault. When she's the only one who's experiencing any problems at all, and they still don't know with any certainty what the cause is. So my concern is mostly with her.
Basically, I am ready for it to be November or something. Preferably without any more Twitter scares about rioting spreading to my city. Winter. With the dark nights and cold mornings. And the gingerbread lattes.
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It’s not love: a moment in their room on a dark night. But it is friendship, in a way that only the two of them might understand.
Other things, pluses and minuses:
+ I got to see
scrollgirl :) We did Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde and I was overall a poor hostess because the only thing I know how to do is take people to plays. But we did watch some Entourage and rewatch The Social Network too. And Captain America! So now it's sounding like we mostly sat together and consumed media. We did also do the museum and wander the city and climb a tower. But sometimes fandom consuming and conversation is the best part ♥
+ I'm going home for a week next week.
+/- I have a job interview next week, for a job back home. Which I will not get, because I'm not entirely qualified for it. But they did want to interview me, which beats out a number of other places recently. And it would be good to go home. Except I've already thought of twenty different problems that would occur if I did get it (moving, lease, job notices, ways it would be problematic for my current boss...) and ways I might screw it up if they gave it to me.
- My journey on Sunday to the airport involves two changes, I assume because they're doing something to the train tracks. Since I checked at the time I booked the flights out of Birmingham Airport, and at that point there were direct trains. BMI are screwing me over left right and centre on charges, so I just should have gone out of Heathrow. Things like this never happen to me at Heathrow. I hate travelling. It's just that I like getting places.
- I'm not getting any writing done.
- Once I get back to Oxford from home, I have to go to a friend's wedding. That'll be fun and non-stressful. Because I'm super-great at socialising with complete strangers.
- Mum still isn't well, so she's now on stuff to keep her heartrate down. And last week's fun conversation was: "Sweetheart, don't panic, but in case it's genetic can you go and get an ECG?" Apparently ECGs involve a number of wires and sticky things, and then they ask you to come back and get another one because this one is hard to read. And then tell you that the thing they were looking for seems fine but this other part is a tiny bit off so we're going to refer you to a cardiologist. And you'll have to wait an entirely unpredictable amount of time for an appointment, you don't mind everything being up in the air til then, right? Sigh. I am honestly very sympathetic to the medical profession overall but it's different when you're in it. I'm not too worried about my own stuff, really, but if they find anything, Mum will think it's her fault. When she's the only one who's experiencing any problems at all, and they still don't know with any certainty what the cause is. So my concern is mostly with her.
Basically, I am ready for it to be November or something. Preferably without any more Twitter scares about rioting spreading to my city. Winter. With the dark nights and cold mornings. And the gingerbread lattes.
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