Where my real friends meet my invisible ones

Seems I've bought tickets to the Carlton vs Essendon match this weekend that I don't need. I've got three, anyone wanna buy them off me?

Probably not, but I thought I'd ask.

Hello everyone!
I'm still alive, thanks for asking. We're in Edinburgh, land of the Scots. Which, you know, is quite cool.
Weather's great. People are great. Not long left, only a few weeks then I'm home.

Cardiff next. Anyone got any smart ideas about how to stalk run into David Tennant. I wonder if there'll be any fliming. Of course, if anyone hears anything feel free to tell me. (PLEASE). And just in case, my mobile number is 0061400133768. You know, if he's decided to streak across Stonehenge or something.

How cool would that be?

So how are things?

Donna.

Update on the travelling. Apparently it's in 135 days that we leave. How insane is that? This is the current plan, so anyone who can think of any sort of advice/warnings/etc. about any of it, please do speak up.

Day and Date	Place	Nights Spent
Tues, 28th November	Singapore	1 night
Wednesday, 30th November	London	2 nights
Saturday, 2nd December	Paris	4 nights
Tuesday, 6th December	Rome	4 nights
Saturday, 10th December	Venice	4 nights
Tuesday, 14th December	Vienna	1 night
Wednesday, 15th December	Prague	4 nights
Sunday, 19th December	Berlin	4 nights
Thursday, 23rd December	Brussels	4 nights
Thursday, 27th December	London	6 nights
Tuesday, 2nd January	Edinburgh	7 nights
Tuesday, 9th January	Cardiff	4 nights
Sunday, 14th January	Travelling
Monday, 15th January	New York	4 nights
Wednesday, 19th January	Los Angeles	4 nights
Saturday, 23rd January	Travelling	A long time!
Monday, 25th January	Home

Title: Lather
Authors: doona_rose and chicklet73
Characters: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Rating: M

Summary: Doctor. Rose. Shower. Soap. Need we say more?

( It all starts innocently enough. 'Wash my back?' he asks, looking at her over his shoulder... )

Just another quick post to state that this journal recently went friends only. So the dozen people who have added me and said nothing, please leave a comment here, saying why you added me and I'll no doubt add you back.

Cheers,
Donna.

This essay is completely kicking my ass. It’s about half done but of fairly average quality just because I cannot be bothered and don’t like the question. Then I have to take it into uni tonight which is just a complete bitch because it means about an hour and a half wandering around. I’m really tempted to just rush it in last minute in mum’s car. That would be nice because in cars I tend to listen to music far too loudly and write stuff (in my head, obviously). All far less stressful than buses and trains and walking around. But then I have to find a park…at uni. It is exam period so there should be billions. Hmmm.

The exam went well yesterday, on all counts. I’m sure I passed, hope I did well enough to leave with a Distinction. Everyone else I knew seemed to do equally reasonably and Emma and I had a decent chat with chips and wedges afterwards. Rushed home to watch The Impossible Planet…Holy Crap I cannot deal with the six day wait. Really, I can’t. Just…wow.

Netball last night was nice, lost but a good game and I spent the whole time thinking about philosophy which was rather brilliant.

And now I’m just procrastinating over the essay. 9.30 and it’s due at 5. Blarg. Tomorrow I’m staying home and studying Chemistry. Yuck. The exam’s not worth a huge amount but it’s still important I do well. That’s on Thursday at 9.30. Then I’m going shopping. Then I’m going to work. Friday I think I might just sleep. Lots.

Hooray! Just hit the 1000 word mark on the essay. Took long enough. Just another 1000 to go. I think. I don’t know if we’ve ever actually been given a word limit, should ask about that.

Ladies and Gents, this journal has gone friends only because…well. I’ve noticed there are a half dozen people who have friended me. Thanks! But now you need to comment so I know who you are and I’ll no doubt friend you back immediately.

Laptop back, named Casanova because of all the dirty things it does.

Brain fried in various ways, both good and bad.

David Tennant has a nice ass.

Someone needs to send Mr Tennant a lovely new T-shirt, possibly a size too small, with ‘Slutboi Alien Tease’ emblazoned across the chest. No really, someone does.

Good Morning Flist! How are we all? I’ve been a bit slack with the updating again, haven’t I? Many reasons, all dreadfully sad. So…

1) My laptop’s hard drive really, truly is dead. The poor tech guy seems to be at a complete loss as to why he can’t fix it but he’s being really good and got the new hard drive. No data seems to be forthcoming, which is a pain, but chicklet73 is sending me replacement Tennant stuff and most of my uni stuff I’ve got on backup. Still, very sad. And I think I’ve lost a few little snippet fic things I would have liked to come back to one day.
2) Two weeks and a day and I’ll have nothing to do at all. Which is a worry because I can’t really see myself knowing enough to get by the exams within two weeks. Plus I need to write an essay, a prac and this damn research report. Blarg.
3) So that’s the excuse for no fic. That said, if I get the laptop back tonight, you never do know.
4) I have written about 15 pages of hand scrawled smut on the train to and from work. It’s completely different to my usual writing, all present tense and disjointed and I’ve no idea what’s going to happen to it, but maybe. And I have developed a fondness for the four paragraphs regarding the freezing cold floor.
5) After the two weeks from hell, I have six weeks of bliss in which I will write to my heart’s content about actual plots. *ShockHorror*
6) Staff meeting tonight at work…hrmmmm. That probably means more disjointed smut. Also means I’ve got several hours before hand in which to do work…I must. Really, I must.

So that’s really all I’ve got. I do need a new name for the laptop. Any ideas?

*works ass off for four days straight*

*decides to take Friday morning off*

*laptop dies*

*hard drive evaporates*

*cries*

…can’t decide if I’m sad, pissed off or numb. I just hate life right now. It hardly seems fair at all and I really see no point in anything at all at the moment.

So…the me in fandom is having quite a good week. The me in the real word…not so good.

Me in the real world: My lit review was handed in today. Not sure how it’ll go. It was too wordy but then I think that the more varied the vocabulary the more specific the communication. I mean, one can say David Tennant is good to look at, or they can say David Tennant is deliriously, deliciously, devastatingly handsome. Which one communicates my feelings better? But it’s done, I never have to think about it again.

And that leaves three major assessments left between now and exams (so why on Earth am I stressed?). Firstly, there’s the 60% report due in three and a half weeks on my research. Second is the 10% oral on my report, due on Thursday. And then there’s my philosophy essay which I’ve got no idea about because I still don’t have the questions for it. Blarg.

But the oral is the scary one at the moment because no matter how many hours I spend in that damn lab – and last week I did almost 20 – I am not getting any results. Today I turned up and it seems our detector is incapable of cooling down. This is bad. So no results. Meh.

ONTO THE FANDOM…I did that in caps lock because I know how many of you skim the real life because all you care about is Tennant. I get that.

So…someone’s writing terrific smut. Really…detailed…perfect smut. It’s disjointed and a little too stream-of-conscious. But it is Good. Really, really good. Someone also managed to write a paragraph of even more detailed tongue-smut…without specifying where the tongue was. That was…death-causing. She’s contemplating running a poll to make up her mind for her.

Someone else is writing smut…(me)…I shan’t comment on if it’s good or bad, but it’s certainly smut. And it was prompted, so that can be your teaser:

“it is dark. no power in the TARDIS. the doctor is leading rose through some corridors, they are holding hands, and he's all "i know my way by hearts", but they run into a dead end…”

Yep, smutty. And I promise, promise that when I stop having to be at uni for 12 hours a day and writing assignment after assignment after assignment and working all weekend (three weeks) I will write proper long fics with substance. I really, truly will. Will you be happy with smut snippets until then?

And in the absolute last piece of boring as all get out fandom news is…Emma has herself a livejournal. Where, once I poke her hard enough with a stick, she will start saying intelligent, slightly, possibly dirty things about Tennant. I shall also get her writing. Ah, a good example of her intelligence:

Emma: “Mr. X (character from RotC, can’t spoil) is evil. He thinks he is god.”
Donna: “So does the Doctor…”
Emma: “Yes, but the Doctor is hot, therefore he can be god.”

I like it, I really do. Anywho, for future reference, Emma will henceforth be known as phase_shifter86.

That’s it, I’m off to write smut do some work. Adieu!

So…yes, I’m here again, waiting for my download to finish, surprised that for once it’s actually going somewhere (70%), talking to Emma, trying to do three assignments at once, listening to Michael Buble, sucking up to mum because it’s mum’s day, stressing over uni, giving up on uni, wanting to write but having no idea what, sipping cold coffee, needing to get out of bed to get my notes.

Emma read SIRSP. Imagine that.

Also, I’ve done the letter ‘d’ and almost finished ‘s’ for my top ten words, I just need to type it up.

Poll I started over at TennantLove has gone interestingly, seems an even split between those who like the bead and those who hate it. Though it’s general consensus that stubble is better. Several people voted they’d never look at him again…Hmmmmm.

( “Oooo, )

Oh this Philosophy class is such a drag. Hundreds of dollars to get two hours a week of unprepared lecturer crapping on, making silly points and using incorrect history and science to prove them. We’re talking about evolution and why peacocks have big tails (the males, I mean). Now we’re talking about the reason why female peacocks like males with big tails. He keeps going on and on about it and I’m the only one in the room whose mind has gone straight to the gutter. Girls like boys with big tails. Brilliant. And I haven’t even missed any of these crucial points while writing this; it’s just like taking notes. Ooo, he just told us to imagine a carbon atom bonded to twelve hydrogens. He’s serious. The Stoopid Burns.

Anyway, onwards, because I need to update. My research project has gone down the toilet, they’re claiming I haven’t done enough lab work and haven’t been dedicated enough. What? I’m in there at least six hours a week, easily. It isn’t my fault Lili keeps breaking things (Massive pressure + Glass = BANG) and won’t let me touch anything (I might break it). So this week and the next I plan on doing about three full days each. Was going to do 9-12 and 2-6 on Monday, told her that was the plan. And then I had to wait an hour for her to arrive. Then she broke it. Then I had to wait another hour at 2. Then she told me to go home. *growl* Driving practice tomorrow morning then straight in to attempt another full day.

The oral on the project is next Thursday. The report is due two weeks after that. All up worth 70%. I have no data. Not good.

But still in high spirits. Why? No idea.

Right, so I’ve now finished the lecture, been to the tute and am now sitting in my local library because I’m tutoring later today. Guess what we discussed in the tute today? Three things:
1. The obsessive paranoia of men that their wives will cheat and that jealousy’s effects.
2. The evolutionary theory that men get more jealous than women because a man whose woman cheats then ends up with a non-genetic child.
And
3. The evolutionary need, use and composition of the female orgasm.
I kid you not.

Guess who was randomly chose to lead the third discussion? It was hysterical…on the inside. On the outside I was as serious as the rest because heaven forbid we should seem juvenile. But for me, it was just hilarious because I had no idea that in an argument about orgasms I could argue against twelve people and win over all of them.

Oh and I managed to bring up French kings whose mistresses get on well with their Queens so thank you very much DW for historical evidence.

Should have caught up with my sleep last night. Didn’t. *glares at chicklet73. But wasn’t it worth it? Somehow, god knows precisely why, I ended up transcribing part of the episode. For once we were actually discussing plot and Ms Myles and The Downward Spiral of Eventual Certain Self Destruction and then we moved onto his hands (how unusual) and then to his fingers and I was told that we hadn’t even mentioned The Kiss. So I rectified that oversight by transcribing the whole event. How? Well, look:

( Read more... )

In my defense, chicklet73 knew I’d do it the moment she brought up the event in question. So, it’s entirely her fault. And now I’m totally reccing the heck out of her. Over at her journal, brilliant, brilliant smut. Brilliant. Really!

I decided that I would do my Scientific Literature Review before watching Doctor Who. That way I’d have a reward at the end. My Scientific Review is 2500 words long. I hadn’t started it this morning. No research. No plan.

I got home from work and it was downloaded. I kid you not. It was sitting on my harddrive, begging to be watched. But I said No! I didn’t even open it. And now I’m 1645 words in. It’s not too bad. References are through the roof, I sound pretty intelligent and having it done will be amazing. It really will. But…ouch.

And I keep skimming my flist, seeing the very barest of reactions to the episode and squealing and squeeing and generally feeling like an idiot.

Why do I do these things to myself?

Right. Back to it.

*is grumpy*

*bitches about life on LJ and MSN, makes other people feel bad*

*wallows in self-pity*

*grumbles more and decides to go to bed*

*stumbles onto THIS (spoilers for that thing that he does to that other character, sort of, in the next episode. If that makes sense. Up at BBC so not major.*

*dies^10*

*lives happily ever after*

Seriously people, if there is one thing you do today, it had better be clicking on that link. Unless you are completely and utterly unspoiled, in which case...don't.

Okay, LJ, you’re getting used as my planner again. Why? Because today, just before my chemistry lecture, everything came crashing down and I realized how ridiculous the next month is going to be. Thank you very much Martin for scaring the shite through me. For those of you interested due to the supreme stupidity of me, Lili, Don and Evan, I am now thinking I could fail my Chemistry research project. What. The. Hell. Basically, I haven’t done enough work, yadda, yadda, yadda, and my presentation is in two weeks. Thanks for the warning people.

So.

Today is Wednesday the 3rd. My last exam is on Wednesday the 7th. That’s five weeks.

15th: Sci201 Lit Review: 20%
17th: Sci2010 Poster: 6%
18th: Chm3990 Oral: 10%
29th: Driving Test
2nd: Chm3990 Paper: 60%
5th: Sci2010 Exam: 55%
6th: Phl2210 Essay: 40%
7th: Chm3911 Exam: 35%

So, not so bad. I can do this. I can. It’s just a shit that I have a driving lesson every Wednesday morning, netball every Monday and Wednesday night. Work (hopefully) every Thursday and Friday night and Saturday and Sunday. Tutoring Tuesday night. Oh, and uni five days a week. It’s doable. I’m just a little bit stressed right now. Stressed and pissed.

Oh good god do I go on. There’s a little ficlet thing, there’s squee and contemplation and spolers for School Reunion. If anyone actually manages to read through the entire thing without nodding off or blowing up I’ll give you a medal. Seriously…I’m speechless and overcompensating…

( In which Chem!Ten, Lit!Ten and XXX!Ten settle down to watch ‘School Reunion’ )

( In which I talk about the scene where It was almost said. )

( In which I talk more about ‘School Reunion’ )

( In which I go on about David Tennant’s shaggability, again. )

( In which I go on about something else about David Tennant )

( In which I finally wrap things up, shut up and go quietly back to speechlessness )

This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along.

cantralian gave me the letter ‘w’.


Waspish: Just because it’s a real word and I should never have known that were it not for David Tennant. Such a cool way of describing things as well.

Watch: I don’t really know why but I like seeing character through how other characters watch them whether they be real or not. Rereading things I’ve written, so much of it is about who’s watching who how so that, somehow, is important to me. Maybe it’s the scientist coming out and being observational.

Wavelength: I’m a chemist! Duh. I love the fact that wavelength is so ambiguous these days. It can mean quanta of energy, it can mean a particle, it can mean a reaction. But no matter what you can get amazing graphs with it: all spindly and wonderful. Plus, wavelengths make up pretty much half of everything we deal with…sort of. Oh, and David Tennant said it!

Weird: If it isn’t weird, it isn’t interesting. Obviously. Weird is just a euphemism for anomalous which is what drives life, society, everything forward, to something greater.

Whimper: I was discussing what words I should put down for this little challenge today and Emma remarked on my inclusion of whimper. Since I had managed to relate everything to David Tennant and/or The Doctor, she told me she couldn’t imagine him whimpering. Heh. Strangely, I just love the sound of the word and the heavy implications I seem to have attached with little regard for reality. Much like ‘whisper’.

Whisper: Not so much the sound of a whisper but the physical presence. It’s no doubt wrong to think so, but a whisper seems to vibrate in the air more than a shout and the breath behind it always seems more powerful.

Why? Best question anyone can ever ask. Never stop asking people ‘why?’. It also does well to piss off lecturers/teachers/friends because you really can just keep going with it.

Wicked: I certainly like to think I have a dash of the wicked in me and I love insinuating it into things I write. Not evil and not even true wickedness. Just the spice of it. I think it’s exciting.

Witty: Oh how I love witty banter. Cannot possibly go past a good bit of wit because often it’s as scathing as it is clever and always it works on more levels than it should. I do wish I was wittier though: that’s probably an area I severely lack in.

Words: Do I really have to say anything here? I live off words, I use words for everything and I’m truly one of those people who sees everything inside their heads as streaming words. Not pictures or movie or sounds, everything is written out in dialogue and description so I really couldn’t live without them.


That was remarkably fun. I may have to go back for more. Anyone want a letter for themselves?

And now, because I’m still high and I so cannot be bothered studying, a meme:

The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. (this is optional; you don't HAVE to do it in return, but it would be pretty spiffy if you did)
Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

Fandoms I can do: Doctor Who. That’s all I can be bothered doing at the moment though if you really want I might try Casanova or Blackpool.

Oh and no guarantee it’ll be a drabble.