We're just going to pretend he isn't very possibly very gay, 'kay? 'Kay.

[rubykatewriting]

I may have been a little bit addicted to this game back in the day, and thanks to Ms. honey_wheeler I can now indulge without wasting all that paper and the inevitable hand cramps.

		I will marry Lee Pace.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Portland OR in our fabulous Mansion.
		We will have 6 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a red Civic.
		I will spend my days as a novelist, and live happily ever after.

I ADORE Portland, OR. It's gorgeous and near the incomparable Multnomah Falls as well as a climate so completely the opposite of the one here in Houston. (I'm a bit of a masochist. I've recently set up all my yahoo emails to show the weather there.) Plus it's relatively close to my aunt and uncle, and I'd be less than an hour away from my cousin.

HOWEVER, I've been seriously thinking about switching careers because I've found that oncology and research in general are not just the least fulfilling spiritually and morally, but that I have actively grown to dislike the job. I hate everything it is about and that has everything to do with the group of people involved. While there is a bad seed here and there, most of the nurses are great – I am the daughter of a nurse, after all; I’ve a pre-disposition to the profession – but all of the doctors I work for are soul-sucking wastes of flesh and bone. I love to research stuff, I love learning something new every day; I love getting to be anal about grammar (which I'll admit, I'm not the greatest at by any means, but I love learning something new about it every day) and correcting papers (I'm the go-to for all of my friends to proof their papers). Thusly, I'm looking into something in publication, which means somewhere either in New York or L.A. or San Francisco.

I feel like I need to explore a position that's closer to what I ultimately want to do with my life and that will only provide better tools to do it as well as (perhaps) some contacts. Or open doors to a gig writing full time when I’m not writing one best-seller after another (humor a girl, would you?).

Anyway, excuse the emo. Life has been a little up in the air of late due to some family issues I won't go into for the incredible boringness as well as the fact that they induce rage blackouts – suffice it to say, I want to be somewhere further in my life by this time next year and I would be really happy if Houston were behind me, too.

Comments

[honey-wheeler.livejournal.com]

Dude, LEE PACE. Nice luck! He's awfully appealing. Not that I spent two hours watching Aaron/Mahandra clips from Wonderfalls on youtube last weekend. Didn't do that at ALL, why do you ask?

[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

Well he's from here and his parents still live here, so. THERE IS HOPE. I just ADORE how tall he is and lanky and he has that lovely voice and those thick eyebrows of his. Then he comes across as so adorably dorky and intelligent and all-around likeable. (Plus, I just about fell out my chair when Anna Friel mentioned that the one time the two of them actually tried to go without touching, they both just about died; that they’re both very “tactile” people. Perhaps I’m just easily seduced and it’s been waaaay too long, but ugh, that just makes me wobbly-kneed.) SIGH.

Not that I spent two hours watching Aaron/Mahandra clips from Wonderfalls on youtube last weekend. Didn't do that at ALL, why do you ask?
PLEASE. I based an original fanfic character on him. An English/French OC. Then tried to make a manip and failed miserably. Yeah, I'll be over here, contemplating my overwhelming patheticness.

P.S.

[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

So on a somewhat random note, during a delightful Lee Pace post over at ohnotheydidnt with video from ComicCon of him being bashful and humble and adorkably lovely as per the usual the other day, someone commented with a compilation of clips of Mahandra and Aaron. I missed the boat on the whole Wonderfalls thing (though I had many, many friends all but order me to watch it), and after sitting through all twelve delightful minutes of it, oh hello YUMMY. Having only seen Tracie in any real capacity on Cold Case, it was ridiculously satisfying to see her as the goofy, emotional Mahandra opposite the so-fucking-delicious-it-hurts Aaron (hi, Lee Pace, see above. Please to be marrying me STAT and having my dozens and dozens of bbs, THANKS).

And last night I finally got a chance to see Penelope. James McAvoy is hot even without the accent, even though I would tower over him were we to ever meet, and I really would appreciate it if he didn't seem so genuinely fucking awesome in like all respects. He is absolutely SWOONY.

Yeah, hi. *waves* We had no internet at work last week and I’m still in the grips of a sinus infection. My life is all about random at the moment simply because my brain? Like three steps behind at all times. I blame the snot.