Elisabeth Sladen

This blog post is going to be really short because I'm feeling pretty down and I don't want to type a lot. I just want to curl up beneath a blanket with a cup of tea and book, my cat sleeping at my feet. I really, really just want to escape. So I'm going to be blunt and to the point and quick.

Elisabeth Sladen has died. For those of you who don't know her, or don't recognise her name, she played Sarah Jane Smith in Doctor Who -- and then again in The Sarah Jane Smith Adventures. She passed away earlier today and rumours of her death began circulating social networking sites within the past few hours. I Googled it, and an article said it had yet to be confirmed. Less than twenty minutes later, BBC News confirmed her death and was the first news station to report it. 

I'm a big Doctor Who fan. I love it with a burning passion and I always will. It's a fantastic show, a really great mix of hilarity and thrill, with it's heartbreaking serious moments, too. While I haven't watched any of the earlier series (pre-ninth doctor), which was when she was a companion, I've seen the episodes where Elisabeth reprised her role and came back for an episode or two at a time. I love her and her character. 

Her death hasn't really sunk in yet, I can't cry, I feel kind of numb ... but it's hit me. I miss her already. She's (was?) as an amazing, amazing person and she's going to be missed so much. Her last episode on Doctor Who was called 'Goodbye Sarah Jane Smith', which is just a slap to the face right now. It's so relevant, so perfect, almost like it was planned ... but it hurts.

*sigh*

RIP Elisabeth Sladen. You will never be forgotten

Drabbles IOU: 7

Phone Conversations

All phone conversations, for me, are as awkward as hell. No matter who it's with - be it my family, my closest friends, or random strangers who call the wrong number - it's always an awkward experience for me. I like talking face-to-face, or typing/texting. I don't even mind video chats, because I can see the person. For some reason, and I have no idea why, phone conversations and I just don't get along. Take this, for example... Earlier, my friend Owen called me. It went like this.

S: Uhh, hi?
O: Hi. I was wondering if you want to come out tomorrow.
S: Uhh, uhm, uhh... *awkward silence* No, no, I can't. I, uh, have to babysit my baby cousin tomorrow.
O: Oh. I was thinking of going to *my town* tomorrow ... I was meant to be going with Kelly and a bunch of other people, but Kelly said she can't go. So now I have no one to go with.
S: Er ... oh. I'm sorry. As I said, uh, I have to uhm help my nan babysit my cousin 'cos my mum's at work .... and nan can't look after him by herself ... And my grandad's fishing.*
O: Oh, okay. *very awkward, very long silence*
S: *runs hand through hair and has an insane internal monologue*
O: Could I come to yours tomorrow, then? And help look after your baby cousin?
S: *hesitation* Errr... no, I don't think so. I have to, like, pack and everything, too, 'cos I go on holiday on Friday-
O: Yeah, I remember you talking about that.
S: Yeah, well ... anyway ... I don't think you can come round. Sorry.
O: That's fine. I'm going to be really bored tomorrow.
S: ... Read a book.
O: Read a book?
S: Yeah, you might, uhm, enjoy it? *is thinking END THIS CONVERSATION, OWEN, PLEASE!*
O: Like that'll happen.
S: Whatever. *awkward silence lasts several minutes, I'm dying*
O: Right, well *I'm thinking THANK YOU* ... I'll probably see you some other time, yeah?
S: *rushed, desperate* Yeah. Well, see ya!
O: See- *I hang up and hyperventilate*

Okay, so many I didn't hyperventilate, but I'm always so relieved when a phone conversation ends. Even if it's a nice, pleasant conversation. I just can't stand it.

BUT ON A WAY MORE EXCITING AND TOTALLY AWESOME NOTE:

I got my baby cousin, who turns two years old next month, to say Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and Hermon Granger. Yes. I did, indeed. I said to my mum not long ago that I was going to get him saying 'Harry Potter' by the end of the summer, and I've already done that, and it was so easy. I woke up to him roaring and running into my room, and I picked him up onto my bed. He pointed at my giant Doctor Who poster, and I said "That's Doctor Who."

He then said "Docta Whoooooooooooooooo." I squealed, kissed him, and then decided to test him.

"What about Harry Potter? Can you say Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potterrr."

My mum, who was down the hall, heard and was really happy, as was I. I'm still ecstatic about it. Later on, we were trying him with different Harry Potter character names, and he refused to say any of them.

"Can you say Hermione Granger?" my mum asked. A bit ambitious, I thought, and I told her that - however, I ate my words when moments later, he said:

"Hermon Grrranga!" If you've seen A Very Potter Sequel, you'll understand why I laughed at this. I'd be proud if he said anything resembling Hermione Granger, but the fact he called her Hermon made me so freaking happy.

I'm so proud of my little man (:

* I always feel like I have to explain myself when I'm on the phone. Again, not a clue why.

The Fans Who Waited

WARNING: DOCTOR WHO SPOILERS

I tried so hard not to cry because my grandparents were in the room, but I admit, I teared up a little. Thankfully, neither of them noticed. This episode was beautiful and imaginative and really something. It was really well-thought out, and it shows just how much thought went into the series, how it all tied together and everything. I loved how things from previous episodes linked into the last one, especially when the Doctor said "Gotcha" (this scene from the The Beast Below, anyone?), and this part.

 I love the way the Doctor jumped through time and told Roman Rory what to do, and then later on, we got to see what went on in the other end. I thought it was a really amazing touch. I also love how they managed to keep so much of it a secret until it was necessary to announce it.

The idea was generally one of their better ones, and a lot of the quotes made me smile, especially the one about Rory being "The Boy Who Waited" - I just loved how the Doctor made Amy and Rory sound connected, as Amy is already well-known as "The Girl Who Waited".

Amy is an amazing character, and I've expressed my love for her many times. When my friend asked "If you were gay, and you choose any girl to be your girlfriend, who would it be?" I didn't hesitate in replying Amy Pond. And I'm serious. She's an amazing companion, better than any I've seen so far. She's so quirky and arrogant, so smart and witty, so funny, so ginger. I love her to pieces. I don't think they could have casted her better, either. Karen Gillan is a gorgeous, intelligent, amazing actress.

Rory is adorable. I admit, I was iffy about him at first, but when I realised he was going to be around for more than one episode, he grew on me. He's that typical, clumsy, shy boy who has a heart too big for his body and never really knows what's going on. Adorable, utter adorable. I love how he waited an entire 2,000 years for Amy while she was in the Pandorica, saving her from harm, posing as a guard in the museum to keep an eye on her and everything. Amy/Rory is The Couple That Waited.

River, I'm not actually keen on. Maybe that's because I feel like she's trying to take the Doctor away from Amy, maybe because she's forcing the Doctor to know who she is before he's meant to meet her, maybe it's because she's just too damn interfering. But I'm not keen on her. Sure, if she waited until her time to meet the Doctor and become his companion, I'd probably like her. Maybe I will, in that near future she's always on about.

Now, onto the most important character of the series. Number Eleven. I had high hopes for the Raggedy Doctor, and he met them. When he joined Doctor Who, he had pretty big shoes to fill - David Tennant left a massive expectation amongst all Whovians, and Matt Smith had to meet that. I think he did. While he had Number Ten's eccentric attitude and witty remarks, he was clumsy and he didn't always know what to do. He made mistakes, his plans failed, he wasn't always cocky and arrogant, he didn't try to hide his fear. And I love that about him. Yes, I loved #10's arrogance and perfection, but I didn't want #11 to be a carbon copy of him. I wanted differences, but similarities, and that's exactly what I got. Matt Smith is an amazing actor, and I adore him to pieces.

At the end of the start of the finale (last week's episode), I was mind boggled. I had no idea how they'd continue it with Amy dead, the Doctor trapped, and River about to be blown up. But it all pieced together, and my theory was wrong (Churchill, the Bloody Queen, Van Gogh, and everyone, was going to band together to save them xD), but that's alright because the actual ending was better.

I love how they twisted the "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." wedding rhyme to fit the TARDIS, and I honestly didn't make the connection until right before the TARDIS appeared, when Amy was screaming for him to come back because she remembered. It was genius.

So, another amazing series is over, and I'm glad that no one has left (although I'll be honest, I expected someone to die). And, as I just said to Ellen on Twitter, we will have to follow Amy and Rory's examples, and be The Fans Who Waited. No Doctor Who until Christmas!

Quickie.

This is just something I'm posting really quickly before Doctor Who (which I wouldn't miss for the world). Ellen posted this video in her blog, and I fell in love with it. I actually recognised more songs than I thought I would, and it's really creative.



In honour of the Doctor Who finale, I finally got round to putting up my massive Doctor Who poster, which I'll take a picture of and post later, along with a DW Series 5 blog. I'm going to be working on DW icons throughout the entire series for a fair bit of time over the next week, so expect updates on that.

I'm going to blog about my time in France with pictures in a seperate blog post tonight, as well, so keep an eye out for that.

And also, I've been completely neglecting my Book Count blog, so I need to go and update that ASAP.

I'm also going to create a Summer Playlist, which will be completely pointless, but I'll do it anyway. I also want to share with you stuff from AW, MLIA, FML, GMH, LMGH, and SBS, so ... yeah. I have a lot of things planned!

And, tomorrow, I'm going to the Pink concert, so you'll get pictures and a blog about that some time next week, too.

Like I said, just a quick update before Doctor Who, which I'm going downstairs to watch now. Excited? Very. Sad? Yes. Curious? Definitely.

Keep blogging!

You couldn't care less, could you?

 IT'S HALF TERM!! I need the break xD

So, it's been a week since I last blogged, and once again, I went to the city centre with Jess, and I stayed round hers afterwards. We watched this week's episode of Doctor Who, immediately followed by Vampires of Venice because she had Sky+'d it, and I still hadn't got round to watching it. Vampires of Venice was an alright episode, but I was a little disappointed at how they weren't even vampires. Now, I'm not a fan of vampires, but I honestly thought they would actually be vampires. But no. They're fish. Which is just ... silly. But overall, the episode was enjoyable.

I'm going to write another blog in a minute, concentrating more on our time up the city, because there are quite a few incidents I want to share with you, but I don't want everything to clash together like they normally do. So I'm spreading it out, working backwards. This is the "sleepover" part.

After watching Doctor Who, we watched Britain's Got Talent (on Sky+, because we missed it watching Doctor Who), and honestly, Jess and I are both disgusted that some of the people got through. Namely, the Irish guy with the green beard, the orange cruise entertainer, the Lady Gaga drag queen, and the rest of that WTF group. Our faces when the judges said they'd through were identical - jaws on the floor, eyes bulging, scrunched up noses. We're horrified, and seriously questioning the judges' sanity. Are you?

Although, that being said, they also put through a lot of amazing acts, like Connected, Chloe Hickinbottom, Tobias Mead, Olivia whatsherface, The Arrangement, etc., etc.

ANYWAY, after BGT, we watched the results of Eurovision, which I hold no interest in. We came last, at ten points, while Germany were on two-hundred and something. We were third from last for a while, until Ireland overtook us. Then we were the penultimate country for quite a long time ... but then someone gave Belarus twelve points, and they overtook us. And we sat there patiently in last place, waiting for some love that we never received. Go us! Heh.

Then, out of boredom, we watched Lee Evans. He's really annoying, but he can be funny at times, and he sweats like crazy. I love how he always has a towel on stage with him, to wipe away the sweat. Poor fella. We fell asleep half-way through one of his old live shows, but Jess woke up and turned it off. I was sleeping on a two-seater sofa, all scrunched up. And yet I was comfy xD

And that's about it. We couldn't do much else, because of the rain. But you couldn't care less, could you? You probably really don't care. Because this is one of the most boring blogs ever, right? I know xD

I'm just going to remove and add things onto my to-do list, rather than crossing them off, because it saves space, and it makes more sense. Here we go, not a lot of improvement:

TO-DO LIST.
-- Write up RPG rules for KWC and 'Secret Project'
-- Arrange with friend who's going to write which rules for Secret Project
-- Make blog skin.
-- Make Secret Project Header Banners
-- STAMPS! (I know what I mean. Don't ask xD)
-- Watch Death Note
-- Watch OHSHC
-- Buy VK Merch

You're in a jammy situation.

So, here we are, the last day of April. I'm going to making two blogs today, the second one will come in a couple of hours, so that I have 30 blogs throughout April, so it's like those first few days before I decided to do BEDA will count. It's going to be so weird, not having to blog everyday. I've enjoyed BEDA, even though I complained about being too tired or museless to post a decent blog. But, heyho, at least I've managed to post an actual blog everyday since I decided to do BEDA. I've said BEDA way too much these past few sentences, but oh well, let's just go with it.

That's not the only thing that's going to be weird, though. In eight days, Dribble Drabble will be over. In three months, I won't be in Year Eight any more. In four and a half months, I will officially be a Year Nine. And the fact that I still don't have braces and I'm nearly in Year Nine is just ridiculous because I really need them and you just don't see Year Nines walking around with messed up teeth. It just doesn't happen. Ugh. Headdeskheaddeskheaddesk.

I know this blog is going to be really short, because I have three and a half hours left, and there are things that I want to do before such time, like pack my bag*, sort out my money**, update on Fanfiction.net, write up the other blog, and such. So, yes, that is a lot to get in done in three and a half hours. I'm going to leave you with this photostill of Matt Smith that I have yet to turn into an icon, yet ...

Beware the wrath of the JAMMY DODGER!! Dundundunnnn! Speaking of which, I had some of them the other day. Oh, and speaking of Doctor Who, I'm going to miss it tomorrow, so I'm going to watch last Saturday's AND tomorrow's on iPlayer on Sunday. I also need to catch up on two weeks of Neighbours, and homework. Thank Merlin it's not going to be a BEDA day on Sunday, eh? Haha.

Keep blogging!

*Sleeping round Jess's house tomorrow!
**Going to the city centre with Kelly, Sasha, Mitch and possibly Deckel tomorrow, before staying round Jess's.

I Got Me Some Tardis Self-Destruct Buttons!

I have twenty minutes to write this blog, so I'm going to be really quick. Sorry if it's short. You know what I said about the Daleks yesterday? About how I don't "dislike them"? I have no idea why I said that. They're tacky and horrid. I think I was sugercoating the situation, because I entered the series with an open mind and I didn't want to hate anything. But, honestly, those Daleks are a joke ... like, powerranger Daleks. Without the pink powerranger. Just ... yuck.

Speaking of Doctor Who, my mum got me a packet of tardis self-destruct buttons*. Because, after watching Doctor Who, I got this craving for them. It was kind of obsessive. So my mum got me some today. And the packaging is a total rip off. They didn't even call them by their proper name. They called them "jam rings". WHAT THE HELL?! Grrr. They weren't even capitalized, for Merlin's sake. I still have two left. I'm saving them for later, despite my tastebud's protests. Nomnomnom.

In other news, I pulled another - yes, another - tooth out today! Well, more like sucked it out. See, it really hurt when I touched it and moved it, but it didn't hurt to drink through a straw or anything. So, I figured, to save myself some pain, I'll just suck on nothing until the tooth comes out. And it came out. It hurt a bit, but it was nothing to the amount of pain it caused me throughout the day. I didn't even bleed - bonus! Before I sucked it out, I was playing with it, and I made it do a 180 turn ... I couldn't get it go back, so I just had a backwards canine tooth for about an hour. It felt reeeaaallly weird. But I'm really glad I got it out. The dentist said there were six or seven teeth they had to take out the last time I was there ... I've pulled out, like, five since then. Heh. You're welcome, Dentist People.

Okay... ten minutes left. Write quickly, Steph!

First day of school wasn't terrible. The most difficult part was getting out of bed. I was fine with waking up early, surprisingly, but over the holidays, I developed this habit of laying in bed doing nothing but thinking and stuff for a couple of hours after I wake up. Having to pull myself out of bed five minutes after I woke up was, quite frankly, one of the most horrible things I've ever had to do. Blehhh. Anyway ... We're in a new form room, which is really confusing, but at least I still get to sit next to Jess. And my first official lesson of the day on Monday is Spanish/French, which is fifteen seconds down the hall. In the words of Charlie (a boy in my class), SCORE!! *punches air* ... No. Only Charlie can do that and make it funny. I fail. My friends are as crazy and nerdy as ever ... I just wish they were my kind of nerdy. Heh. And Jess and I are STILL trying to plan a time to see Alice in Wonderland ... fingers crossed, we'll get to watch it this weekend. And then, according to Jess, her mum will invite me to their BBQ and I'll probably stay round. But lets not get ahead of ourselves, eh?

There was something else I wanted to tell you, but it's escaped my mind. Damn you, Brain. Oh well. I'll use the last five minutes of my time on here to save some stuff to my USB, rock out to some more Wizard Rock, and multi-task my way through six tabs. Hoorah for multi-tasking.

Keep blogging!

P.S. I just spell-checked this blog, and it said I spelt my name wrong. No, Spellcheck, you foolish little bleh, I did not spell my name wrong.

*To anyone who hasn't seen 'Victory of the Daleks' yet, I won't be surprised if you're like "There are WHAT?!" Don't worry... you'll understand soon enough.

Tardis bang bang, Daleks BOOM!

 As if the title didn't give it away, this blog is going to be about Doctor Who. It contains spoilers for Victory of the Daleks, the third episode of the fifth season, so if you didn't watch it yesterday, haven't caught up on it, or live outside of the UK and it hasn't aired yet, you might want to go read something else. Or, you can just skip the Doctor Who part. I'll let you know when it's over by changing the writing.

[Note = the stuff about Doctor Who was written hours ago, at 2-something in the afternoon. I saved it as a draft because my internet was playing up, and I didn't go back to it until now].
So, yes, I just finished catching up on Doctor Who, because I was a bad DW fan and missed it. It wasn't as great as the first two, but it didn't let me down. This season is really changing everything up, eh? New Tardis, new Doctor, new companion, new sonic screwdriver ... and now new Daleks, too. I liked how scruffy, beat up and dull in colour the Daleks were. Now they're squeaky clean, with bright different colours ... I don't dislike them, but I definitely prefer the old Daleks. And, speaking of Daleks, we all love them but they're getting kind of old now. I understand that they're really important and they're the Doctor's biggest and oldest enemy, but they can only bring the Daleks back so many times before the fans just groan and say, "Them again. Ugh." rather than, "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!! THE DALEKS ARE BACK!!!" Some fans are already complaining, I've noticed. The Doctor can only defeat them so many times.

I love how the Doctor's plans don't always work, and Amy manages to work things out. With the other companions, they were pretty much tag-alongs to keep the Doctor company. But Amy has a brain, and she uses it! Ellie commented my last blog, saying that we "got a confession from Amy". So, naturally, I was waiting for Amy to spill the beans about the wedding. But she didn't. I can only assume Ellie meant the "Have you ever fancied someone you shouldn't?" was the confession. I don't know. Ellie, if you're reading this (which you should be, since you're following my blog xD), was that the confession you were on about? Or did BBC iPlayer cut part of the episode out? Heh.

So, anyway, another amazing episode. Can't wait for Doctor Who NEXT Saturday. Favourite quotes from the episode? "Don't mess with me, sweetheart." ~ "Alright, it's a jammy dodger, but I was promised tea!"

DOCTOR WHO TALK OVER!!

In other news, I really don't want to go back to school tomorrow. I have to wake up early, which is not a good thing, and I have to leave the house for the first time in two weeks. I can't be bothered! I just want to stay at home and continue neglecting the outside world. Besides, with school starting up again, my hours are going to be seriously cut down. I get fifteen/twenty minutes before I leave for school at 8:15am, and then I don't get home until 3:10pm usually, because it takes five minutes to bustle through the crowds of kids, say goodbye to my friends, and take the two-minute walk to my house. Then I'll lose another hour when I go downstairs to watch Neighbours, and eat my dinner. And then I sign off the computer at 9:30pm. Now, in that time, I have to catch up on all the billions of site I'm on (KW, KWC, Twitter, DeviantART, Blogger, YouTube, etc.), post a blog (until the end of BEDA, at least), write my dribble drabble (which I usually leave until late, anyway), read, AND do my homework. Last time I was at school, I wasn't on DeviantART, I didn't blog as often, and I wasn't doing dribble drabble. And I generally neglected my books, which I'm determined not to do again. AND I want to finish my Sudoku book by the end of the school year (July) - I generally do one or two Sudokus every morning, and one or two Sudokus every night, before I go to sleep and after I wake up. I'll probably be too tired/busy/short on time to do that.  AND, I still have to keep up with my writing, or my readers on Fanfiction.net will get angry. As it is, I haven't updated for three days, when I usually update daily. And I'm going to try to teach myself German, using my mum's old German dictionary, and talking to a German friend (BONNIE!) online when I get confused. Gah!

Yeah, I know, listen to me. "I expect too much of myself. My life is so hhaaarrrd because I only get a few hours to do the things I love." Cry me a river and drown in it, much?

Other news ... other news ... other news. Ooh, I know! I got this really sweet message from a girl on FF.net, and it's so lovely. It warmed my insides, and I'm going to share it with you. I'm leaving it as it is; not even fixing the grammatical/spelling errors. Because it's lovely, even with those errors.

So, I think I may be in love with you. (A nice, stalkerish note to start this message off with)

I first stumbled upon your page through 'once upon a quote' and fell in love with the imagination, the use of charecters and the quotes used. I looked on your page and saw you loved all the same books and tv programes as me, and to top it off you are a youtube lover too! alex day, ALL CAPS, tom felton! :D

I really love your fanfictions. Please keep tem going, I will eagerally await updates. Sorry about the stalkery/pervy email - I wish I could write as well as you and you could read some of mine, but alas I have as much writing prowness as...someone who can't write well (I think I just [proved my point).

So anyway, well done! :D Anita x

 

Thank you, Anita. On a very 5AG note, my day is awesome because of this message. She's so sweet. <3

 

Now, I have an essay to type up, and forty minutes to type it up in. Thankfully, I already have the rough version in my English book. But, seriously Miss. English Teacher, no one cares about the relationship between Frankenstein and his monster/creation in the crappy Philip Pullman playscript adaption of Frankenstein. Yaaawwwwnn.

 

So, yes, I'll leave you now. Keep blogging!

P.S. After the stressful hour I just had with Carissa, the admin of KWC, I can safely say that every time I hear the words "crash", "test" or "dummy", I am going to be reminded of the anti-climatic end to our stress, and probably laugh. Because, honestly, after so much hassle, the solution was surprisingly simple. And I love the fact that only Carissa will understand what the hell I'm talking about.

P.S.S. I now only have half an hour to type up that essay. Damn. Focus, Steph, focus! Did I mention that it has to be in tomorrow? Yeaahhhh. *headdesk*

My Muse Has Gone on Holiday.

I'm having a lazy day today. It took me three and a half hours to write my dribble drabble, which was only 411 words, and I had no inspiration whatsoever - that includes for photoediting. I managed to make a few icons, but GIMP hated me and all the other ones I tried to make couldn't be seen well at a 100x100 scale. Argh! And, like I said, I have NO inspiration ... that includes for this blog. I've spent my day listening to McFLY, whom I used to love, and they're starting to grow on me again. They're not too bad. Danny was always my favourite when I was younger, but now, I love Dougie. Heehee. It's the side-fringe that won me over, I think. And his eyes. They're a really beautiful, capturing shade of blue. I could stare at them all day.

Anyway, here are the icons I managed to make...

I only like the first two, but hey ho, they're better than nothing. I got LOADS of stills from that second episode ... I only used four of them, one of which you can't even see because I made it too transparent (in the second Amy Pond one, with the transparent layers). Ugh. GIMP hates me, and my muse has gone on holiday without my permission.

On the bright side, I managed to find a stamp template on DeviantART, so I will eventually start making a variety of stamps, too! Which, hopefully, will be pretty fun. I've never tried to make a stamp before, but I've wanted to. Now I have the template, I'll be able to. Yay!

On that note, I'll leave you, because it's taken me half an hour to write this (Multitasking. As uninspired and lazy as I am, I'll always be able to do that), which is ridiculous, because there's hardly anything in this blog. Sorry about the shortness. Hopefully, if I get inspired enough, tomorrow's blog will be longer and more interesting.

Star Whales Are Pwetty (:

So, this morning, I woke up and started writing my blog in my head, as I do. I was going to start it with "I'm really tired, grumpy and I genuinely feel like crap so forgive me if I'm not very enthusiastic today." This plan changed, however, when I went downstairs and my mum told me that - for a very late birthday present - she'd managed to get us tickets to a P!nk concert on the 29th June. Yes, it's a couple of months away, BUT I'M GOING TO SEE P!NK!!! Now, although I wouldn't consider her one of my "favourite artists", I do enjoy her music and I do think she is generally amazing. So, yes, after that, I was no longer grumpy. Although I am still tired and I do feel like crap (not in the "ill" way, in the "I dun wanna do anyf'ng todayyy I jus' wanna go back tah beeeddd*groan*" sort of way), this lightened my day a bit. Still, I didn't have enough inspiration to blog, so I decided to leave it until I was all hyped up after Doctor Who.

But before I go into that, I want to bore with why I'm so tired and feeling like crap. Last night, body and mind refused to rest. I was tired, I had finished my book, it was hot in my room (well, hotter than it usually is; I have a very cold bedroom), and I was restless. I finished reading my book at 11:35pm (see review hither), and I tried to go to sleep not long after that. After tossing and turning, and draining my water bottle*, I realised just how hot it was in my room. So at 12:50am - and don't ask me how the hell I remember the times - I climbed out of bed, crossed my room to get my blanket** and then returned to my bed. I'd like to point out that this is quite a feat, because when I'm tired, I can hardly be bothered to move into a more comfortable position, let alone get out of bed. An hour later and I was still awake, suffering from dehydration, hunger and an odd craving for custard creams (custard creams are the yummiest things ever ... and don't even have custard in, so I don't understand the name xD). I can't sleep when I'm hungry, so I went downstairs, refilled my water bottle, and helped myself to a chocolate bar (Chocolate helps me sleep). As for the custard creams ... they were the first things I ate this morning. Anyway, even after I'd gobbled and guzzled, I still couldn't sleep. I didn't want to start a new book because, not only would that mean leaving my bed for the third time, I also wanted to have the book I'd just read in the front of my mind to write the review. So I settled with doing a sudoku, which I made a dozen mistakes on due to my tiredness, and then, eventually, I managed to sleep. The last time I looked at the clock, it was 3:05am, but it took me a while to drift off after that, so I reckon it was about 3:30am-ish when I finally fell asleep. And that, readers, is the rather boring reason I'm tired and crappy-feeling (don't get enough sleep = feel like crap).

And alas, we've made a full circle. Here I am, after watching an amazing episode of Doctor Who which I won't spoil for you because the majority of the world's population live elsewhere, and won't have seen it yet (unless you're reading this a long time after I've posted, in which case, you most likely have seen it). First of all, I just want to say ... the Queen totally confused me. Until right at the end, I was completely baffled. Before she announced who she was, the way she was talking to the Doctor, I thought she was a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-(and several more greats) granddaughter of Martha and Mickey (who, as we saw in the New Years' episode, got together). Is it weird that I find the star whale really cute? My nan thought I was weird when I said "Awww" when we finally saw it at the end. Honestly, I think it was adorable. Not to mention, after years of torture, it still stayed when Amy pressed the button that let it go free. So it has a sweet personality. And, I can't hold this back - ANGSTY DOCTOR!!! Seriously. It was like he was PMT'ing. But his stressy attitude made me laugh.

I think Amy and the Doctor are going to end up together. As in, together together. Or at least to the stage where they fancy each other and it's so obvious but they never actually say it. Then Amy won't tell him about the wedding, and then at the end of the series, she's going to break his heart by telling him, and then they'll go back in time to this inevitable "tomorrow morning" and they'll say their heartfelt goodbyes and the Doctor will think he's travelling by himself again, only to be accompanied by a new companion in the series after this... Well, that's my prediction***. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this.

Well, that's all I've got to say. More of that childhood crap tomorrow ;D
Baiii :3

*You might laugh at the fact I take a bottle of water to bed... if I take a glass up, I'll have a permanently wet carpet; I'm always knocking things off of my bedside table while I'm asleep. Using a bottle means I won't step on soaking wet carpet every morning when I get out of bed.
**I realise I sound like a little kid. Stop laughing.
***Even though I think Matt Smith likes boys. See here and here for why I think that (For the second one, follow Matt's line of sight. Staring at the mouth is supposedly a sign of attraction).

My Childhood; Part Two

I have no willpower today. I practically forced myself to write today's Dribble Drabble, I still need to update fanfiction, and I can't be bothered to blog. But I'm forcing myself to, or else BEDA (BAEDA, more like, Steph) will be ruined, and so soon, too. I'm going to embarrass myself now with more things from that stupid little notebook. Oh, the joys. You're lucky that I have little dignity. Or else I would not be sharing this with you.

On Wednesday 11th August 2004 (I was such a specific little child, wasn't I?) Serena is going to take me out for lunch at 1 oclockpm. She is taking me down town for lunch on Wednesday (just covered that, lil me). Serena is the best babysitter in the whole world (It's true. She was). She makes brilliant things (She was very artistic). When she babysitted me at [address blocked] we had a great time making things. We have great time together.

So from what I can gather, I didn't reread what I'd written before writing, and I was very specific. I mean ... I'm still padantic NOW ... but not quite as much as I was when I was younger, it would seem xD I also had bad grammar... "babysitted" xD. The next few pages are filled with bad drawings of cats, frogs and rabbits xD
And then...

I was away for a week because I had Tonnsilittes. On Monday I went to school but on tuesday I went to the doctors and the doctor said I had Tonnsilittes and I had to stay off school for the rest of the week. I was sick twise on Tuesday and I Didn't want to go and do the shopping with my nanny, my mummy and sophie. On Wednesday I watched fairly odd parents and spongebob squarepants and

I can't make out what I said here. The handwriting is too scruffy. I suffered from tonsillitus a lot when I was younger; this was nothing new. Apparently, in boredom, I wrote journal entries. Because, just like now, I really had nothing better to do xD On the next page, there's this creepy short story that I can't read very well due to the hundreds of spelling mistakes, but from what I can make out, it's about a girl who can turn into a snake and likes to suck peoples blood. Lovely.

And then... and then... proof that even at the age of seven, I was a Potter fan! Granted, I hadn't read the books at that age, but I was obsessed with the movies! Now, by this point, only the first three movies had come out, and I wrote a factfile. Haha xD

28th November 2004            Harry potter information
1. Harry Potter wears glasses
2. Hermione granger secretly has a timeturner that was given to her by proffeser migonagall
3. Ronald Weasleys rat who actually apears to be peter petegrew is always getting lost
4. Harry potter is in great great danger
5. Hermione Granger loves school
6. Ronald Weasley is terrified of spiders
7. all three of them are best friends

THE END!!!

What I find amusing is that I could spell 'terrified', but not 'appears' xD And I couldn't spell McGonagall because I had never read the books, so I only had the pronounciation to go by. Don't blame my seven year old self xD Then we just have some timestables, and then a story that never got finished...

On November 5th a fire started at Shannon [last name blocked] house, the number and street is [address blocked]. The fire men couldn't stop the fire it was that great. We asked Shannon if she could tell us how the fire started. "I don't know, it's true, I was in my room and my mum shouted FIRE!" said Shannon quite quietly. Later on, the house was smashed into pieces. The Next day We asked Shannons mum is she could tell us how the fire started. "I left the oven on but I didn't mean to!" said Shannon's mum

And then it ended. My younger self had a tendency to start things and never finish them. And to use people I know as characters. This Shannon girl used to be my best friend. We were inseperable ... until we went to Secondary school, where we drifted (but we're still friends). The address I blocked was actually my old school's address, so apparently I wanted Shannon to live at school xD

Let's see ... more timestables, handwriting practises, a game of hangman, noughts and crosses.... ah, Vocabulary Thingy. I'll save that for tomorrow's blog, eh?

Speaking of tomorrow... second episode of Doctor Who, at 6:15PM, BBC1! I'm so excited! Are you? You should be, because Doctor Who is awesome. (:

← I had to live in that for a few days. That's the "spare room" I mentioned. I pressed myself right up against the wall/door, with the handle jabbing my side, to take this picture, and still, you can't see the floor space between the wall and the foot of the bed. Even so, there isn't much of it, so what does it really matter? xD It's tiny, and a deathtrap. I sustained so many injuries in that room; I kept hitting myself and knocking into things xD

Anyway, bye for now (:

I can't resist a challenge, okay?!

I'm going to try and do it. The BEDA thing. It won't be easy, I know that much, but I can try, right? And I know I'm late... so it's BAEDA - Blog Almost Every Day in April. If I manage to blog every day from now up to the end of April, I will consider BAEDA achieved (:

So, first episode of Doctor Who was on last night. It was absolutely fantastic; really enjoyable, really amusing, really interesting. Matt Smith and Karen Gillan are amazing - and that's saying something, because I haven't properly liked a sidekick since Rose (Martha was too "meh", and Catherine Tate (Donna) can't act to save her life). AND Matt Smith had big shoes to fill, because David Tennant was THE Doctor. Everyone loved him. Although I don't think Matt Smith will be better than David Tennant, I do think he will be close. Yes, yes I do have a high opinion of Mr. Matt Smith.

In honour of the new series, I rewatched the first episode on BBC iPlayer and I managed to get plenty of stills. And, alas, a series of icons were born! It's pretty basic stuff, but I kind of like them :3


They didn't take me very long, I'll admit. Just very basic stuff. But they're the best icons I've ever made, so I'm not complaining! Haha. Karen Gillan's eyes are really amazing. If you get the chance, watch 'The Eleventh Hour' on BBC iPlayer and pause it when she widens her eyes. They're fantastic!



I think that's all I've got to say today. Hm... Yeah, I think that's it.

Keep blogging, peoples.
Over and out.
Steph (: