December is not awesome.
Maybe that's a bit unfair to December.
Lots of stuff's happened since I last posted, but at the same time, not much has. I really need to actually get out there and do something, but, blargh, it's just too hard to think. Wow. Last time I posted was over six weeks ago. That really makes me feel bad.
Um, NaNo didn't happen. Yes, I got some done, no not the whole shebang, and no, it's not getting posted. In fact, Fic's pretty much been a deadstop for me, because I only write MR and I have no love for the canon anymore. The fanon's getting ridiculous. I shall have to stop sulking and go read nathan's pretty.
I shot a little bitty rabbit. Through the head. I felt kinda 'whooo, I actually hit it' and kinda bad at the same time. My brother hated being outdone and went out the next day and shot one too. His was bigger. Dad refused to be outdone by both of us, he's gone and viciously murdered two rabbits and four possums.
Speaking of Dad, he's now 50. Whoo. He got to go flying in a Spitfire as an early birthday present, the lucky, lucky parental. This was at the aerobatics weekend last month. Ages ago. Ages ago.
I got caught up with Ruth after I'd been back for three weeks already, been around to her place twice. It's kinda good, because she doesn't make me feel so bad. She doesn't really know where she's going either. Although she's actually got uni planned out for next year.
I still don't. I haven't checked my results for this semester yet. They've been out for a while, I just don't want to know. Results for applications for professional courses come out in four days. In six days it's Christmas. In just under four weeks, I need to be reapplied to Uni for anything else I'm doing if I don't get in to med or medlab. Currently it's Geo/maths/physics.
Mum does not approve of that. Why? Geo is her major, physics and maths is Dad's. I'd be doing a mix of their courses. Well duh, mother. Of course I'm good at/like the stuff I've been exposed to most in my life. Which happens to be this. And yeah, you might not want me going into the metservice because that's Dad's area, but I really don't care. It hurts when you disapprove, but what the hell else am I going to do.
God, it was bad enough when you pulled that whole 'Won't get the medical so don't bother learning how to fly' stunt when I was interested in doing the microlight thing. It's really obvious that you didn't want me going to watch the aerobatics weekend, and it was really, really obvious that you disapproved when I went flying in the iroquois last weekend. It looks like I'm going to have to wait until I'm relatively secure in my ability to stay the hell away from you permanently before I actually get out and do something fun. I've been brought up in aircraft, grew up on the smell of kerosene. Of course I'm going to get into the air sooner or later.
Probably paragliding sooner. Yes, that's another of Dad's plans. No, I don't care. Yes, I do want to BASE jump sooner or later as well.
BTW - Iroquois flying. Sitting in the quarter compartment, nothing between you and the ground but a lap belt and five hundred feet of empty air. Oh god, that is the reason why if someone said - hey want to be part of an experiment that will give you the ability to fly on your own wing power, I'd say hell yes. As long as it wasn't too likely to kill me. Being dead would kinda ruin it.
Anyway, we did a spiral descent, where you're doing this whole reverse-tornado movement, spinning down. So, you're looking straight down at the very hard ground, and heading towards it, and oh god it's fun. I was going "WHOOOOOOOOO!" through the whole flight. Brother was going "ARGH" *claw marks on the seat*
I am seriously fangirling "Tin Man", mostly because Neal Mcdonough's in it, but partially because it's got a good storyline to it. Although some things just make me go *headdesk*
Maximum-X. Ah, MX, you pit of mindless fansquee. Or not, since most of it's people complaining about the people who don't mindless fansquee, because apparently 'they shouldn't be here'. Lol, dead if not for the Antifans. I want a pretty icon, but I can't be bothered finding one.
-- okay, so I have one fic idea, which revolves around feeling sorry for whitecoats.
This is all the sorry for myself I can take right now. So, be back in a couple of days with results.