I’m a Bear

I just realized, with great glee, that I’ve essentially been hibernating for the past six months. If only I’d been feeding off of my body’s fat stores instead of continuously (and overly) replenishing them.

It’s getting to be about that time where I regret being a slug, but then, there’s really no point in that. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since getting my first job ten years ago.

I do have quite the motivation to lose about eight pounds this month, however: ComiCon in Sydney, Australia. I’ll be cosplaying a Midwesterner.

What I’m really excited about, though, is seeing my Aussie twins. It’s funny – I think it was even before this con came up, I was thinking about saying goodbye to the both of them at Paddington Station and just wishing the tube train was empty so I could cry afterward with minimal-to-no stares. Interesting how quickly and naturally we became friends – both in a country that was not our own, both there for different reasons, but both there for essentially the same duration. No coincidence that we met on my first night at the same ‘event.’

Actually, that’s what I’d like to tell Mr Cumberbatch, if ever the opportunity arises: Thank you for allowing complete strangers and mostly complete amateurs to be involved in a project that meant so much to you. If you hadn’t, I never would have met Jen, which means I never would have met Janine, which means I never would have met Geny or Shannon or any of the other gals. My London trip as a whole would have been a totally different experience and not one I’d care to think about, to be honest.

*shudder* Ugh. Yeah. Wow, I never even dared to go there until just now. What would it have been like had I not done Little Favour that first night. Or maybe I did, but wasn’t in the wrong right area, causing Jen to ask me, “are you here for Little Favour?” There’s just so much I never would have done or wouldn’t have gotten to do. I didn’t plan on knowing anyone over there, but as per, my plan is not the one in play.

So, I am ready to begin the waking process. Something Jen said, while we were discussing my potential trip across the Pacific, really stuck with me: something like, ‘I think it’ll cheer you up more than you know.’ Until she said that, I didn’t think I needed cheering up. I didn’t really think I was down. I knew I was apprehensive about air travel, I was discouraged about not finding a job, I found a great house and couldn’t buy it because I don’t have a job, I’m sick of my neighbors, blah blah blah blah. But, when she said that to me, it all seemed to click.

Traveling to Oz will help me get over my fear of being turned away at the border, unless I’m turned away at the border, it’ll get me out of Nebraska for a bit, which means it’ll get my mind out of Nebraska for a bit, I’ll get to see Jen and Janine, we’ll get to do some Sherlock stuff, I’ll see the beach, and hello, I’ll see a country I’ve never seen but one I’ve always wanted to visit.

She’s right. It will cheer me up more than I know. It’ll cheer me up even though I didn’t know I needed cheering up. I’ve been in my cozy, little cave for six months and it’s time for some fresh air.

Lovely March We’re Having

Isn’t it?

Lots of relaxation, things going right, good health, etc.

Oh wait, I’m mistaken, it hasn’t been that way.

I just received an email from the UKBA starting with “We regret to inform you…”

They’re shipping all of my documents and passport back to me with a “detailed notice explaining exactly why [my] application was refused and information on [my] appeal rights.”

I’m a bit taken aback. I thought I had it in the bag.

I’m struggling to look on the bright side.

But I think I might have an explanation – I got on the UKBA website and it says that an American can travel in the UK for up to six months without a visa…

Maybe that’s why they rejected my six month visa, because it’s redundant?

I’m praying that’s the case.

My sails have officially lost whatever wind they had regained.

Depending on what my rejection- I’m sorry, they use the pet-friendly term “unsuccessful”- letter says, I’ll go anyway without a visa (since apparently I can go up to six months without one anyway).

I hope.


I guess, as soon as I read the “detailed notice” as to why I was “unsuccessful” and, with any luck, learn that it was just because I can go without it, I’ll go ahead and book my plane tickets and find a flat to stay in for the time.

I have to go. I can’t not do this. It is imperative that I do this.

I’d love to go sooner, since the new Star Trek film is premiering in the UK first… but that would only give me a month here and that’s not enough time. I’ll stick to the end of May.



Jesus Christ.


Application: Submitted

So after an entirely stressful and distressing day, my saving grace is being able to submit my visa application online.

I’ve filled it out, paid for it, and set up my appointment for Friday to do my biometrics. I’d have done it tomorrow, if I could; but alas, there were no open appointment times.

Actually, though, Friday is when I was going to start going gangbusters on getting my ass in shape, so maybe it’s perfect timing.

T-minus three months.

Call me Cameron

Since the Federal Reserve was closed for President’s Day yesterday, I had a bit of time on my hands at work. I, of course, put it to good use.

I had decided that I’d be staying in a hotel long-term while I’m in London. Six months in a hotel room sounded awful, so I figured that I would just move hotels every so often, maybe to different areas of London so I can get different perspectives, etc. That plan was all fine and good until I Googled “extended stay London.”

What I found were property management websites where people can rent actual Londoner’s flats/houses for an extended period of time. Why the hell didn’t I think of that sooner? I always loved that about the movie The Holiday with Cameron Diaz and Kate Winslet. That little English cottage was adorable.

I wouldn’t live in an English cottage in the countryside; however, I’d definitely live a flat in the city.

I found about four options so far that would be doable and that are totally me. I like this option a lot more than a hotel because I want to live in London anyway, so why wouldn’t I stay in a flat? I thought about renting my own flat, but then I’d have to sign a lease and furnish it and deal with all this extraneous shit that comes with renting an apartment. No, this option – renting someone’s actual place – is perfect.

Some of these places even have hotel-ish amenities. How could I pass those up? Cleaners, wifi, sheets, towels, toiletries, etc.

I’m so pumped. I wish I could book it today so that it was in the bag. I haven’t actually turned my visa application in yet (just need a couple more documents).


I’m going to make sure my application is turned in by the end of the month. I can’t remember if I’ve rambled on about this already or not. I read that it can take anywhere from three weeks to three months to approve. I will be providing evidence of sufficient funds, so it will be fine that I’ll be unemployed at the time of the trip (I would think, I’ll get a letter from my employer stating the plan). Other than that, I just need to make sure the application is filled out correctly and get a passport photo taken.

I’ll be on pins and needles waiting for that thing to get approved. There shouldn’t be any reason for me to not be approved, I’m just completely impatient. I already want to book my plane tickets and rent this flat.

Hell, I’d start packing now if I could.

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