Here's the deal
Good news: I was a crazy idiot and signed up for a bunch of things due in this month (with a few being rough drafts with the final due next month). Therefore, expect incoming fic for Sherlock, Star Trek, Doctor Who, and a crossover that I really can't tell you about. As well as possibly some other things that I'm forgetting.
Bad news: Other than that, you're probably going to see little to no activity from me, either here or in fandom. Which may or may not be new, depending on exactly who you are and how often I talk to you.
I have more news on the sickly relative front, some of which is fairly new, relatively new, still new enough to be new, and old. As you may or may not know, depending on if you read my last personal post, my grandpa is sick. A little while ago, he was taken in to the doctor to see if he could be put on this new medication, and they had to do a CAT scan to see if it would actually do anything good. There was something wrong on the scan, so they took an MRI to be sure. His brain has a moderate midline shift, and he has what is most likely a glioblastoma that is possibly a gliosarcoma. In other words, Very Not Good. Hospice is coming in, he can barely walk and when he does he tends to fall, he can't go upstairs anymore, he's limited to towel and sponge baths, and he tends to have more bad days than he does good. At this point, it's just waiting. Waiting for him to start having seizures, waiting for to pass away, just...waiting.
So, I'm going up there this weekend to see him, see everyone else, and get away from my mom. I can't wait until my own apartment, because Mom spoke without thinking today and I'm currently not speaking to her. I'm glad I got the arrangements done now and not later to go down, but the weekend might stretch into an indefinite thing. For all that I'm only bringing two t-shirts and two relatively warm long-sleeved shirts.
Mom tends to piss me off, but I haven't been this mad in ages. I've been suffering from insomnia, which means I get to bed incredibly late (or rather, early) and don't wake up until past noon, which I absolutely hate. Mom had a list of stuff for me to do before she got home and for once I didn't get up before she got home--early. Or rather, I was awake but still lying in bed trying to get the motivation to get up. So, she told me that she was not going to give me 40 dollars for funeral clothes. Which is fine, I don't care, it's my fault anyways. But then she crossed the line, which is why I am pissed off at her.
In other words, one of the things you do not say to a grieving person whose grandfather is dying, "You can get your own funeral clothes for your stupid grandpa's stupid funeral." That's a one way ticket to I Am Very Pissed Off With You-Ville. I don't care if he's on Dad's side and you hate Dad and therefore by extension his side of the family. He's still my family and I still love him, and I won't just lie down and let you say that within my presence, let alone to my face.
Job hunting is still more hunting, less finding. I'm about ready to give up. At this point, I'm getting desperate for almost anything as long as I get paid enough to pay my loans and survive.
I've been watching the newest season of The Walking Dead. I love it. The group has made a lot of stupid mistakes though and I love to give commentary to the television. I don't usually do that. I've also been going through the fanfiction for it (most of which appears to be on ff.net), and it's been absolutely driving me up the wall. They're all so alike! I don't think I've read one fic where a main OFC doesn't suffer rape or attempted rape at one point. I know it's an apocalypse, but not every guy you run into outside of the main group is going to pull that shit. Bah.
Sometimes I don't even know why I try.
Bad news: Other than that, you're probably going to see little to no activity from me, either here or in fandom. Which may or may not be new, depending on exactly who you are and how often I talk to you.
I have more news on the sickly relative front, some of which is fairly new, relatively new, still new enough to be new, and old. As you may or may not know, depending on if you read my last personal post, my grandpa is sick. A little while ago, he was taken in to the doctor to see if he could be put on this new medication, and they had to do a CAT scan to see if it would actually do anything good. There was something wrong on the scan, so they took an MRI to be sure. His brain has a moderate midline shift, and he has what is most likely a glioblastoma that is possibly a gliosarcoma. In other words, Very Not Good. Hospice is coming in, he can barely walk and when he does he tends to fall, he can't go upstairs anymore, he's limited to towel and sponge baths, and he tends to have more bad days than he does good. At this point, it's just waiting. Waiting for him to start having seizures, waiting for to pass away, just...waiting.
So, I'm going up there this weekend to see him, see everyone else, and get away from my mom. I can't wait until my own apartment, because Mom spoke without thinking today and I'm currently not speaking to her. I'm glad I got the arrangements done now and not later to go down, but the weekend might stretch into an indefinite thing. For all that I'm only bringing two t-shirts and two relatively warm long-sleeved shirts.
Mom tends to piss me off, but I haven't been this mad in ages. I've been suffering from insomnia, which means I get to bed incredibly late (or rather, early) and don't wake up until past noon, which I absolutely hate. Mom had a list of stuff for me to do before she got home and for once I didn't get up before she got home--early. Or rather, I was awake but still lying in bed trying to get the motivation to get up. So, she told me that she was not going to give me 40 dollars for funeral clothes. Which is fine, I don't care, it's my fault anyways. But then she crossed the line, which is why I am pissed off at her.
In other words, one of the things you do not say to a grieving person whose grandfather is dying, "You can get your own funeral clothes for your stupid grandpa's stupid funeral." That's a one way ticket to I Am Very Pissed Off With You-Ville. I don't care if he's on Dad's side and you hate Dad and therefore by extension his side of the family. He's still my family and I still love him, and I won't just lie down and let you say that within my presence, let alone to my face.
Job hunting is still more hunting, less finding. I'm about ready to give up. At this point, I'm getting desperate for almost anything as long as I get paid enough to pay my loans and survive.
I've been watching the newest season of The Walking Dead. I love it. The group has made a lot of stupid mistakes though and I love to give commentary to the television. I don't usually do that. I've also been going through the fanfiction for it (most of which appears to be on ff.net), and it's been absolutely driving me up the wall. They're all so alike! I don't think I've read one fic where a main OFC doesn't suffer rape or attempted rape at one point. I know it's an apocalypse, but not every guy you run into outside of the main group is going to pull that shit. Bah.
Sometimes I don't even know why I try.