As if anyone cares . . .

Hey you guys. How are you? So, I obviously haven't been blogging lately. . . And it's not because I'm too busy, or anything. It's just cause I haven't really cared. I still really don't. I haven't even been on this site since like, the middle of summer. I haven't been keeping up with the people I'm subscribed to either. Not even my best friend. I'm the kind of person that starts something and never finishes it. But I needed to type today, so here I am. I can say that I've had one of the best summers I've ever had. Met a boy, fell in love, he's amazing. Love is amazing. Anyways, I also started high school, ugh. Just about as fun as drinking cyanide. Homecoming was yesterday, I went to the game, but I've been to one dance before, it was horribly boring. Never again. I might've went, but my boyfriend wasn't allowed to go, so we hung out til after midnight, well not really, sort of, ish. Whatever. I got to see him, which I don't get to do very often, because he lives 30 miles away,  depressing I know. Anyways, I would already be bored out of my mind if I was you right now. I'm having an amazing day. Yesterday I was tired and worn out and a mess. But I was okay, decent even. But TODAY, today my hair falls in all right ways, my clothes fit as if they were made for my body especially, like they were designed for me. I don't need a layer of caked on foundation and make-up to make my face look halfway good. And it's all on a friggin' Saturday where I probably am not going to even leave the house, let alone see the boy of my dreams. Hey, by the way, that's a friggin' nice shirt. K you guys, I probably won't even look to see if anyone looked at this.

Mickey Smith

Ricky. . .Oh, sorry I meant Mickey was Rose's boyfriend. Until the Doctor came along and grabbed her hand and yelled "RUN". I honestly feel sort of sympathetic for Mickey. Especially in the end, when Rose kissed him and thanked him and he's like "What for?" And she's like "Exactly." And then she gets stuck with him, and I can't picture anything more awkward. Then she gets the metacrisis Doctor. But in the end, he ended up happy, hunting aliens with Martha, so I assume everything ended well for him I was saddened when he chose to stay in the parallel universe taking Ricky's place. He seemed so, I don't know. And in the episode School Reunion he was talking about how the TARDIS crew needed him so much, and then he came to the awkward realisation that he was actually in fact "The tin dog." Mickey's just one of those people that nearly always slightly annoy and force you to sympathise with them. Pffft, maybe that's just me. I honestly think that Mickey's symbol would be, well, nothing too fancy. His symbol is K-9. That's right, the tin dog. But really, no offense Mickey, I think they cared more about K-9 than they did you in that episode.

Captain Jack Harkness

 

Captain Jack Harkness, wow, um, where to start. Well, for those of you who don’t know, he was the first person from his “neighbourhood” to become a time agent. They called him ‘The Face of Boe.’ *wink wink*. He was just, great, just great. He was from the 51^st century so obviously they had to adapt. No more purely one species mating.  Jack is happy to flirt with every living thing. He’s also probably the most perverted person on the entire show, but we forgive him, because he’s just so adorable. Jack’s sign is a gun with a smiley face. That’s because he has a sad, serious, depressing side and then he has a happy, go-lucky, always joking side, and the combined smiley face and gun represents that. Plus, he was always handy with a firearm ;). It makes sense really. Jack was always trying to find the Doctor when he could, and sometimes he succeeded and sometimes he didn’t.

 
Can't  I say hello to anyone?

Adam

Okay, so, honestly I like Adam. I do, he's an adorable genius. :) But god, he's so . . . I want to mean this as an insult, but I don't, it would be like me making fun of Gingers which I do frequently, Human. He's so human. He gave into a very deadly sin, Greed. I mean So, I mean, he's so . . . ugh. He unknowingly of course, gave over most of the TARDIS and Doctor's information when he had a third eye, that gave him nearly unlimited knowledge, implanted in his brain. He made it nearly possible for the TARDIS to be infiltrated, as in handing over the key.   He was saying how all his life he wanted to see the stars, well, he finally gets to and what does he do? No, of course, okay, so honestly I wouldn't hate him so much if he hadn't sent that message back to home to get money for the information. He gets back home and he's a freak, what's he gonna do with that money? Like I said, I absolutely loved Adam he was a doll, but he wasn't. You know what I mean.
Adam: Are you and him . . .
Rose: No, we're just friends
Adam: Good.
Rose: Why's that good?
Adam: It just is.
~Later~
Adam: It's gonna take a better man than me to get between you two.

Rose

Okay, so I have a friend who is doing daily reviews of episodes of Doctor Who, starting with Rose from 2005. I think this is a brilliant idea. And I am willing to show my fair share of geekiness. So, I am going to do weekly reviews of Companions. And yes, I shall include the few that only stayed for barely two shows (Adam, Jack, Mickey). Today’s is Rose. I am going to give each one a symbol. Rose’s is a Heart shaped rose. <3 I loved Rose. She was my favourite companion until Amy and Rory came along. I think the reason that I loved her so much was that, as you all know, if you’ve been reading my stories (the nonexistent people that read these) I am a sap for love stories. And for one Rose was the first. I mean you saw how strongly the Doctor acted when he found out he was going to lose Amy and he didn’t even love her. She was the first person to see his new face. And that was true for Rose for 9 and 10. Only it was a different doctor, he had a less emotional breakdown, I’m sure it was absolute turmoil inside though. And Rose tore apart the fabric of space and time to get back to her Doctor . . . twice. I just, I don’t know, I loved how Rose’s character was so laid back with everything.

                “Are you alien?”

                “Yeah, is that okay?”

                “Yeah”

She was perfectly calm when that dalek had her captive in Dalek, because she knew that the Doctor was going to save her. And then right before she left in the fourth season, I almost died watching The Doctor’s face when Rose was kissing the Metacrisis Doctor. He was so sad. I don’t know, there’s just something about Rose that made me want to smile. And Rose’s memory still hasn’t faded seven years later.  I mean, when the Doctor was talking to Dorian’s head in the sixth season, he yelled “I could go back in time and help Rose Tyler with her homework.” This line was all it took to make a pang of joy jump into my throat. And then in Let’s Kill Hitler He asked the TARDIS database to show him an image of a person he liked. There was Rose, Martha, and Donna. But Rose was first. And that little tiny fact, I mean, yeah.  :) Rose wasn't just a shop girl and she thought that that was all she was. Talk about low self esteem?

P.S.  Haha. So, anyway, I have a new obsession. It's a show called Supernatural. Wow, it's wonderful. It's almost better than Doctor Who, almost. It ranks possibly on the same level of awesomeness. Well um, anywho, you guys should check it out. It's amazing.

Picture a thousand words

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Swirling streams green grass trees beautiful calm happy place. Inspiration flowing quickly, saplings along

Waterway fallen branches twirling seeds moving with current pure nature untouched by man unindustrialized sagging leaves light reflection in background joyful sad same time thriving life rippling brook perfectly undisturbed magical deep waters warm in temperature and emotion. Free sunlight shade awe soothing sleepy feelings peace of mind greener on other side fairytale open thought barky smell leafy touch sweet sensations dreamy appeal muddied banks precious pristine woodlands purity gorgeous soft bed spacey forestry

Quiet sunny wear magnificent gloriously melancholy Babylonian utopia wellspring of magic spring harmonious meadow, tranquil willow gardens ambrosial clarion heavenly elegant streaming water gracefully air blown swimming helicopters sanctuary hollow middle-earth sunbeams through sparse saplings barely hanging on. Shallow riverbed tilting trees uncut unkempt yellow-green grasses movie scene background music no sound intensified concentrated light slight ringing Haven clean earthy easy air reclusive secluded hidden from view feel life abundant filled atmosphere  river sings her harmonious melody ponds say their last farewells it’s song lacing itself throughout within my soul. Tears crawl down my face. Fountain of youthfulness and divinity if I died right here right now, afterlife would appear to me as this. Wishing Well Paradise Follow me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination, traveling in a world of my creation. Ethereal surroundings, hearth and warmth, and everything, nothing all at once, cloudless skies and hopeless dyes vivacious rainbow fixed point in time and space, Lake Silencio, Utah Impossible astronaut wedding of River Song. Rory, Melody, Amelia Pond, River Styx, clear black water and burning deathly sensation carelessly running water through empty underworld of dead, rainbow weather, hidden passageways of undiscovered crawl spaces birds harmonizing, crickets screaming, river rushing. Cleansing souls of, sinners, reprobates, drug users, bloodlust-ers. The wind colouring air breathed by no one, rocks not stubbing anyone’s toe for lack of toes to stub, no men causing contamination, adulteration, or malignancy. Primevally Re-establishing the harmony of the universe and mother earth, terra mater delusionally optimistic or Realistically pessimistic? (First one, always) Petrichor. Adumbrate. Whimsical Infinite scintilla, Tranquility, Lightness, Quorate serene path, Googolplex of finite essential ubiquity in an alternate universe gushing through a mind like a faerie’s wonderful serendipity we should be at this point in our lives we discover uncanny beauties such as these soon something shall come of them. Soon all rarities such as these shall have gone. All sunshine opposite magma flowing, ever growing, never knowing, always singing, I say bark, you say bite, rolling in the grass, daydreaming all day. Playing all night, insects for friends and bushes for beds, flowers galore, and rain showers, the river is like a fabric, in which designs are settled and wrinkles are calmed. Moonlight meadow, the shadows images of dead, oh. Finally seeing the world through real looking glass eyes my life is complete now that I have. Creation’s greatest gift: The mind of a universe plus an imagination even bigger. Leaf crown made from the earth’s clothes. A swimming pool ocean’s magnitude songs of dolphins quell fears. I’m apprehensive of cold darkness. Even though it’s not hastened in its diminishing, like a burning ember that’s persistent on a, somber attempt to replenish it’s once great kindle. It takes gusto in in engrossing you with it’s habitation scarcity. Jutting bluff or precipice has potential defiance to laws of gravity, Furtively causing havoc, and commotion with all foresight of impending doom. Little did they know, someone eavesdropping will materializes then swaggers in and brandish their laughing in the face of terror to the attentive adversary who counters cunningly by defiantly deftly with momentum, muster’s uncanny courage and dispels off of knoll. Meandering waver, becoming vulnerable by grueling recuperation from terse fall. Zeal is done, the tactic was versatile, vigilant, to sabotage. Though it ominously repugnant, gave me misgivings, restitution was in order. I was caught by the monotonous brackish river as I fell with aplomb, my face of egregious contortioned disdain. The riverbed was weathered, with a swarm of unsightly scurrying specimens. Though exasperating, the exhilarating leap, ignited an imperial adrenaline rush. Stamina has headway in aptitude for barricades. My malleable luminous narration was obscured by a multitude of meticulous, sociable monotonous insects. Banished from their destination by subsiding illuminating fragrances, jabbering translucent wafting bioluminescence, so many that they jostle, pertinent to the outlandish jargon of the woods, the trees looking down on me, protecting, sheltering. Playtime filled with miniscule friends of forest sky is falling, night is dying. Fun is lying, brains are sighing, nowhere is safe except this sanctuary. The sunlight creates a halo over my dying body, sending me to perdition of cloud nine. Loved ones find me coiled on the ground muttering of hiding places for damned angels. They take me home and lay me on bed with me crying to go back to my solitude of happiness. My cloud castle existing in my grey matter alone, my friends of the invisible kind, my enemies is the demons within my negative self-esteem system. Place of my desires, echoes of future findings, hospital flowers, fireflies in Christ alone. I was lost when galaxies crossed; shooting stars equal all things bright, beautiful, Hello, Seattle, said bird and worm. centre of the earth. We’ll take a long walk through a cornfield and I’ll kiss you, between your ears. Gallifrey, peaceful and bliss. Blithe and wondrous philosophical saviour, my sanity has fallen through as I look at this photograph.