Ten to Eleven

2 08 2011

And so, after clinging desperately to season 4, savoring every episode and digging deep into the Story and Stories within it, I’ve moved on to a new Doctor. As I got nearer to the end, I started thinking I would survive maybe after all. I dreamed about the new Doctor weeks ago, and started getting excited to meet him. There was even a brief moment where I thought I might go see Matt Smith and Karen Gillan record a podcast during Comic Con weekend (at first I worried about SPOILERS! but then Bethany was like, “Timey Wimey!” And I was all, “Wibbly Wobbly, I see what you did there!”) and I was super excited to go and try to sniff him (it was a request from a friend of mine – sniffing celebrities isn’t my usual hobby. Although. Maybe it should be?) but then tickets were sold out so we didn’t make it after all. What was I saying? I got all distracted by sniffing the Doctor and lost my place. Oh, right.

Ten. ¬†And then he was gone. And it was epic and terrible and beautiful and his Story was finished perfectly. But he was still gone. And suddenly there’s this new kid there, spitting apples at children (in the most charming way, srsly) and I’m still recovering from it all.

That night I went to bed and had nightmares all night long about those two Doctors and also about my mom, because I’ve had an actual death this month, too. And I’m still not clear if it was innate wisdom or pure stupidity that caused me to traumatize myself with the death of the 10th Doctor while I’m in the middle of grieving. I cried a lot that night. Which is, of course, really important right now. And sometimes hard to find time for. The next day I still felt so surreal and strange and generally super fucked up, although, looking back I recognize that as exhaustion since I’d only slept maybe three hours the night before. And, as it turns out, sleep is quite important. Cause without it you go a little bit crazy. *ahem*

And so, despite a brief moment where I worried, it looks like I might survive even still. Fingers crossed. I’ve not formed a real, full opinion yet on the new Doctor or companion/s or the show itself. Every aspect of the show is new and that’s a lot of adjusting to do. But I’m committed to the Doctor as a character (cause I’ll follow anyone who drives a police box) so I love it all no matter what.

Except maybe the plasticky rainbow Daleks. They took all the steampunk out of them and that sort of renders them about 80% less awesome. *sad sigh* Please bring back the cool Daleks. Kthx.





THANK GOD JULY IS OVER. (These are Tweets)

2 08 2011

Also today is my half-birthday. That’s not a Tweet, it’s just true. Here are the Tweets:

The news just did a story on the fact that kelp washes up on beaches and attracts flies and smells bad. That’s hard-hitting right there.
1 Jul

Why hasn’t the maid done the laundry? She is so LAZY.
1 Jul

Margie: Dogs are cute unless they’re… dead.
1 Jul

My bug bites are still violently itchy 12 days later. I may not die from them after all, but I am considering sawing my leg off. *cries*
3 Jul

ZebraBelly just invented the Mexican cocoa pancake. You’re welcome.
3 Jul

Twin Peaks + Benedryl is exactly how you think it would be.
4 Jul

The theme to He-Man is still really exciting, even after all these years.
5 Jul

I’m all itchy. Bugs are assholes.
6 Jul

Someone found my personal blog today by Googling, “How friends are like tongues.” Just. Well. Just had to share that.
6 Jul

Finally watching the season finale of Fringe. Haven’t seen a wig as crappy as Astrid’s since Lost. Makes me feel sentimental. *cries jears*
6 Jul

You know what sucks? The amount of sleep I got last night. Overtired + hot and humid = today’s gonna be a crap day.
7 Jul

Catch 22: I cannot get off this couch without coffee, and I cannot make coffee without getting off this couch.
7 Jul

Elliott, after I made him stop playing a game to hug me: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.
7 Jul

Driving in the side of the gas station opposite from what I usually use makes me feel like I’m living in some Bizarro world. #needscoffee
9 Jul

Dates stuffed with goat cheese is totally a bachelorette dinner.
9 Jul

Just called a mortuary. Would be much better if it was run by the Fishers. I could use a hug from David.
14 Jul

Crisis in the Harry Potter theater: someone wore her scar on the WRONG SIDE. We hunted in the theater, found some eyeliner-crisis averted.
14 Jul

You know what’s awesome about 2011? Watching Lost on my phone while waiting for the tow truck.
16 Jul

Autocorrect always assumes I don’t want to use the cuss words. Autocorrect is always wrong.
16 Jul

Dear Dyson, Way to make me look like a loser. Signed, The Old Vacuum
16 Jul

Cookies for breakfast. Crackers for lunch. Admit it, you’re jealous of my nutritional prowess.
18 Jul

Looking at a high school report card, turns out I was absent 4 times from a class that didn’t exist. Can I get an award for that, pls?
18 Jul

I’m out of coffee creamer. Reacting appropriately: NOOOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *faints*
19 Jul

Saw How to Train Your Dragon today for the first time. Am now in the market for a pet dragon.
20 Jul

Just went through a box full of old photos and found a RIDICULOUS amount of pics of me without pants. Awkward Family Photos here I come.
23 Jul

My phone was being an asshole so the Apple Store gave me a new one. Too bad that doesn’t happen when people are assholes.
26 Jul

Margie and I are reading Prisoner of Azkaban and eating lots of chocolate. You know. For the dementors.
27 Jul

You know one thing I love? My blankie.
28 Jul

You know what’s stupid? 5am.
30 Jul








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