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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.