don't get excited.
Jan. 1st, 2010 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninety6tearsMy New Year's Eve was surprisingly awesome. When I met up with my friends after seeing Sherlock Holmes the second time I was already tired, so I declared that I needed a nap while they ran to the store for Smirnoff, which probably saved me from being generally lame throughout the night. It was a little weird that it was the first new year's I've spent without my boyfriend in years, but Shep apparently was so exhausted he went to bed before midnight, so it's not like he would've been much fun anyway (lol).
Anyway, we basically crashed this party where the only person we knew there was the DJ (with the exception of Nerd's ex-intern which was kinda awkward), which, didn't make for much outside socializing obviously...But he was a GOOD DJ and we actually danced, a lot, until I thought I was going to pass out. That was fun, cause I rarely end up dancing anymore anywhere. I was too exhausted to tell if I got that drunk, really. I had about three shots of vodka throughout the evening and my heart medication puts my tolerance pretty low, so I'm guessing I definitely was at some point. Me acting like a jackass makes people go "OMG YOU'RE DRUNK" before they remember what I was kinda consistently like in high school, and...yyeah...
I have to say I'm really frustrated with how slowly this one Trek fic is coming along, which I had kind of an unofficial goal to at least start posting before the new year. UGH. I've run into a major "GRRR I'M NOT A SCI-FI/ACTION WRITER" snag with the ending and am just hoping the actual plotsuck won't matter because it's a relationship-centered fic, but damn. No matter how many times I've brushed off little errors in Trek fics I've seen and said to others that being too obsessed with the painstaking details don't matter, I absolutely hate writing what I feel is inviable in this fandom and just can't get past it. And then I remind myself that certain conflicts have the potential to be handled extremely differently in the reboot universe than they were in the TOS 'verse simply because it's very different creators with a different standpoint of entertainment, and how many nitpicky problems of this nature are in Star Trek itself, and I don't worry so much. But I still feel all "mreh" when I'm writing it.
Anyway, we basically crashed this party where the only person we knew there was the DJ (with the exception of Nerd's ex-intern which was kinda awkward), which, didn't make for much outside socializing obviously...But he was a GOOD DJ and we actually danced, a lot, until I thought I was going to pass out. That was fun, cause I rarely end up dancing anymore anywhere. I was too exhausted to tell if I got that drunk, really. I had about three shots of vodka throughout the evening and my heart medication puts my tolerance pretty low, so I'm guessing I definitely was at some point. Me acting like a jackass makes people go "OMG YOU'RE DRUNK" before they remember what I was kinda consistently like in high school, and...yyeah...
I have to say I'm really frustrated with how slowly this one Trek fic is coming along, which I had kind of an unofficial goal to at least start posting before the new year. UGH. I've run into a major "GRRR I'M NOT A SCI-FI/ACTION WRITER" snag with the ending and am just hoping the actual plotsuck won't matter because it's a relationship-centered fic, but damn. No matter how many times I've brushed off little errors in Trek fics I've seen and said to others that being too obsessed with the painstaking details don't matter, I absolutely hate writing what I feel is inviable in this fandom and just can't get past it. And then I remind myself that certain conflicts have the potential to be handled extremely differently in the reboot universe than they were in the TOS 'verse simply because it's very different creators with a different standpoint of entertainment, and how many nitpicky problems of this nature are in Star Trek itself, and I don't worry so much. But I still feel all "mreh" when I'm writing it.
