Highlights of the Weekend
I left to go home on Thursday, even though I had class then and Friday, because I was so fucking fed up with everything here. So I went home, went running around the park a couple of times (which smelled like honey suckle the whole way around and is definitely on my Top 5 Places list), watched a bunch of season four of Doctor Who, nerded out, and did absolutely no work (thus I spent about 5 hours day trying to play catch up: I'm not only 30 pages behind*).
At home, my brother asked me if I had to go by a title, what would I choose? Despite my training to be a doctor, he wouldn't let me choose that one. I ended up quickly coming up with The Gardner (no idea why, it was the first thing that popped into my mind) and he likes The Guide. This started a game in which we tried to one-up each other in ideas (The Terminator and The Astronaut were my gems). This directly led to an epiphany. Quite possibly, the most amazing epiphany EVER. The Janitor from Scrubs is almost certainly a Time Lord (real name not revealed, well-versed in the utilization of obfuscating stupidity, and a diabolical genius) and has led me to reinterpret that entire series as a Time Lord's terrible attempts to get JD to be his Companion.
I have CAST tomorrow, but I decided to watch the first episode of season 1 of Doctor Who instead to prove that I am mature and can watch Doctors Who Are Not Tennant. And...I loved it! This series is so freaking charming that, even though "Rose" was corny as hell, I couldn't help but love it. And Nine is...fantastic (I see what I did there...). It's actually neat to see in retrospect the similarities between Nine and Ten and I can start to believe that they are actually the same character.
However, it'll take a hell of a lot more maturing before I can bring myself to watch Eleven. And River Song isn't making things any easier. We watched the two Library episodes last night and I kept mistaking her name for Mary Sue. I feel like I should like her because she has curly hair, and it's rare that people with curly hair flaunt it instead of try their utmost to mask it, but people who are that confident about it usually turn up to be obnoxious and loud in everything else, too. (I realize how judgmental and unfair I'm being and it's making me laugh).
Ugh. Back to school tomorrow.
*They covered more than 60 pages in the span on two days immediately after the exam. See why I got fed up?
At home, my brother asked me if I had to go by a title, what would I choose? Despite my training to be a doctor, he wouldn't let me choose that one. I ended up quickly coming up with The Gardner (no idea why, it was the first thing that popped into my mind) and he likes The Guide. This started a game in which we tried to one-up each other in ideas (The Terminator and The Astronaut were my gems). This directly led to an epiphany. Quite possibly, the most amazing epiphany EVER. The Janitor from Scrubs is almost certainly a Time Lord (real name not revealed, well-versed in the utilization of obfuscating stupidity, and a diabolical genius) and has led me to reinterpret that entire series as a Time Lord's terrible attempts to get JD to be his Companion.
I have CAST tomorrow, but I decided to watch the first episode of season 1 of Doctor Who instead to prove that I am mature and can watch Doctors Who Are Not Tennant. And...I loved it! This series is so freaking charming that, even though "Rose" was corny as hell, I couldn't help but love it. And Nine is...fantastic (I see what I did there...). It's actually neat to see in retrospect the similarities between Nine and Ten and I can start to believe that they are actually the same character.
However, it'll take a hell of a lot more maturing before I can bring myself to watch Eleven. And River Song isn't making things any easier. We watched the two Library episodes last night and I kept mistaking her name for Mary Sue. I feel like I should like her because she has curly hair, and it's rare that people with curly hair flaunt it instead of try their utmost to mask it, but people who are that confident about it usually turn up to be obnoxious and loud in everything else, too. (I realize how judgmental and unfair I'm being and it's making me laugh).
Ugh. Back to school tomorrow.
*They covered more than 60 pages in the span on two days immediately after the exam. See why I got fed up?