I'll cross-post fic here and stuff I guess. I just thought you might like to know, I s'pose. If I get really cross I might restrict myself to the main comms, but who knows?
Anyway. errantcomment is me.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC), Bridget Jones' Diary
Pairing: Unrequited Sherlock/John
Rating: PG - Language or whatever I suppose.
Word Count: 10,000. Ish.
Summary: Sherlock Holmes keeps a diary. No one is supposed to know about it. He's pretty sure Mycroft does though, the fat nosy git.
Notes/Warnings: This is a fusion for Sherlock and Bridget Jones' Diary so there will be similarities. Many thanks to oxfordtweed for the hand-holding and going through this inch by agonising inch and not killing me and things. But! This is it! Since I'm following canon, I'm going to hang fire on April until the next series. Once again, thanks so much for the everything, I really appreciate it.
ETA Sorry for spamming/messing up flists. D=
( March 15th. )
What people don't often realise, (usually dazzled by Sherlock, who moves like he's got quick-silver in his veins) is that John is just as dextrous. Sherlock once witnessed him carry up the stairs and into the living room three bags of shopping, one basket of laundry, one ice-cream tub full of cupcakes, two bills and the evening papers, three parcels, his shoes (stepped in something unspeakable outside) a pot-plant and Sherlock's violin. This causes no end of frustration for Sherlock, who despite his grace, still cannot manage much more than his violin, sandwich and a cup of tea. And John has banned him from trying, since Mrs. Hudson was quite upset not only at the sound of six foot plus of gangling detective and assorted load thumping down the stairs atspeed at three am, but also at the stains on the ceiling, and the damage to her aspidestra, which she swears has never been the same.
This seems unfair somehow.
Amg amg. I just found this. And. HAHAHAHA. Just. *dies a bit* I kind of want to be Germaine Greer when I grow up now.
I am so frigging tired though.
On the other hand, the movie made me feel nostalgic for the Old Country, but then very very sad. Bryden and Coogan have this sort of vitriolic friendship where they're constantly having a go, but they've known each other for eleven years and know each other back to front. I was watching this:
Which is basically me and my RL bestie: I'm usually the one trying to hop across on the stepping stones, though sometimes we switch, for fun. And then I thought: I guess after February we won't get to to be rude to each other, or eat lunch together, or judge each other or giggle and drink tea or get drunk together and have late-night tea. And it's like. I'll miss that. I never really thought about it, but I really will. England's a big deal for me, but I keep thinking about how I'm not going to sing crap music in her car going to uni on cold mornings, or order massive amounts of fast-food to start a hangover day. And yeah. I dunno. I'm weird at the moment. Probably it's going to be fine.
So today my folks basically sat me down and told me that my plan to go to Vegas in February was financial suicide. I told them it was something I really wanted to do. Now I'm cross because they're right. SO CROSS. Like SO CROSS. I mean. Augh. I really really wanted to go to Vegas, it's been something I've always wanted to do and just oh my god it would have been like, my year, made. But the more I look at the costs, the more I realise I just can't afford it. And I'm SO CROSS. I mean, I can save up and do it later but I just feel completely let down. And I feel awful because the person I'm bunking with will be bummed, and all the Americans I was going to annoy are going to be bummed and just I am the worst person in the entire world. I hate it I hate it. But failing a massive injection of cash it's just not going to happen. And I'm SO CROSS.
Maybe it'll fix itself. Something will happen that will reassure me. But I've been looking at the numbers till I'm cross-eyed, and they still won't quite add up. I'm mad at my parents for pointing it out, which is unfair on them, but did they really have to ruin my little bubble of self-delusion. Of course the answer is yes, the sooner I let down everyone the sooner I can try and make it up to them.
tl;dr- I suck and have let everyone down. Sorry.
ETA: Mum and Dad have offered to pay my flight if I go via China. And things.