My first party.
I don’t often get invited to parties.
I can think of a scanty handful of parties I’ve ever been invited to.
I never wanted to go to those ones.
They were the lame ones.
That’s why I was invited.
But now I’m going to a party.
A real “you-crazy-teenagers” party.
I’m ridiculously excited.
I’ve got my outfit picked out.
I got a perm yesterday.
I might even wear make-up.
Happy New Year. =]
I’ve started watching Sherlock since the Christmas Special for Doctor Who came out.
I figured- I’m all caught up on Doctor Who, why not see what else BBC has to offer?
I’m loving it.
rephrase: I loved it.
It was with utter dismay that I discovered only three episodes are out.
I have watched all three.
And now I must wait with the rest of the world until the next one is aired.
Oh waiting… how I hate it.
Of course, I could use that valuable time that I’ve spent the past couple months feeding my nerdiness via BBC and instead do something resourceful with my life.
I could actually get things done.
But that’s no fun is it?
OR I could be a true Whovian and go back to watch the countless numbers of classic Doctor Who episodes that I haven’t even touched on yet.
Oh the possibilities…
All that just to complain that I wanted to watch more Sherlock.
Then again, I could stop being selfish and demanding things that I want. There are plenty of other things out there that are wonderful, if not equally. I don’t need to watch Sherlock.
Goodness my contentment level is the shits.
I should break in my NEW LUTHERAN STUDY BIBLE THAT I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS!
It is absolutely beautiful… and completely brilliant.