Good times were had by most.
It was Doctor Who Tiem in my house again, today. The rest of my family is watching on the BBC-A schedule, which meant that we watched "Amy's Choice" tonight. I still adore that episode. It and "Vincent and the Doctor" are at the top of my Series 1/5/31/Fnarg list. Then "Eleventh Hour", the Angels two-parter, "Vampires of Venice", "The Beast Below", the Hungry Earth two parter, then "Victory of the Daleks".
It's been a relatively calm day. Church this morning, with a good lunch out with la familia and a visit to my grandfather in the hospital afterwords.
I start classes at Mountain View tomorrow. I'm a little scared, since the syllabus the teacher sent out via email didn't work, and I sent her an email, and never got one back. So...I didn't do any reading or any anything. This shall be interesting.
I don't even know where the classroom is. I guess I should try to look that up? Eek. It's frustrating, and weird, to be taking classes during the summer. And working, and all this other stuff I'm doing. It's so...odd! I'm used to my summers being lazy fun free times where I get to relax and do next to nothing. Welcome to the real world, I guess.
I made icons today, did you see? They're pretty and stuffs, but I need to run a few of them back through photoshop.
I LOVES MY SHOW. I haven't said that in a while (well...since last night) but I do.
The thing that really hit me about yesterday's episode was the way they portrayed depression. I struggle with it some, and I should probably be seeking help for it (but I'm too stubborn etc) and yesterday's episode just...resounded with me, I guess. They treated it as real, as something that hurts, and the fact that it wasn't treated as something where there's a magical, sonic screwdriver fix, just be happy, dang it, solution. It's real. It hurts. Happy things can make it a little more bearable, but unless there's some kind of real help, they eventually become overshadowed by the sadness. Not made less important, but kind of thrown into shade.
Another thing I love about my show is Amy. Now, I could go on for days about how much I adore her character, and how I think she may just be my favourite NuWho companion (Romana II being my favourite Old!Who companion), but I still love those wonderful lines in the Eleventh Hour.
"You hit me with a cricket bat!"
"Twelve years."
"A cricket bat!"
"Twelve years, and four pscychiatrists!"
Why do I love this? Because Amy is flawed. She has commitment issues, she's more than likely a little bit paranoid, she can't let herself trust easily, she's flawed, and human! She doesn't let the Doctor get away with his normal handwavey-I'm-the-Doctor! schitk, she's brilliant, and she really does love Rory. Speaking of Rory, I am still angry about them killing him off. I love my Team Tardis when it had three, thankyouverymuch. It was love and happiness indeedy! I am of the firm opinion that Rory is coming back. He has to, yes?
In other fandom news, I saw the trailer for Deathly Hallows tonight. OMG SO GOOD. Liz and I have already made plans to go watch it, even though it comes out the night before a football game. Screw football, I say. We're gonna lose anyway. Maybe. I may bleed green and gold, but I am a pragmatist and I don't tend to be over optimistic. SO....there's a good possibility I'll be going to a football game on about 2 hours of sleep. But I don't care! It's bloody Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I WILL be there at midnight, with my gaggle of fish. I seem to have a ton of freshman friends who are coming to Baylor. I'm excited about this. I loves them all.
Ugh. School in the morning. I hate saying that.
-k-
It's been a relatively calm day. Church this morning, with a good lunch out with la familia and a visit to my grandfather in the hospital afterwords.
I start classes at Mountain View tomorrow. I'm a little scared, since the syllabus the teacher sent out via email didn't work, and I sent her an email, and never got one back. So...I didn't do any reading or any anything. This shall be interesting.
I don't even know where the classroom is. I guess I should try to look that up? Eek. It's frustrating, and weird, to be taking classes during the summer. And working, and all this other stuff I'm doing. It's so...odd! I'm used to my summers being lazy fun free times where I get to relax and do next to nothing. Welcome to the real world, I guess.
I made icons today, did you see? They're pretty and stuffs, but I need to run a few of them back through photoshop.
I LOVES MY SHOW. I haven't said that in a while (well...since last night) but I do.
The thing that really hit me about yesterday's episode was the way they portrayed depression. I struggle with it some, and I should probably be seeking help for it (but I'm too stubborn etc) and yesterday's episode just...resounded with me, I guess. They treated it as real, as something that hurts, and the fact that it wasn't treated as something where there's a magical, sonic screwdriver fix, just be happy, dang it, solution. It's real. It hurts. Happy things can make it a little more bearable, but unless there's some kind of real help, they eventually become overshadowed by the sadness. Not made less important, but kind of thrown into shade.
Another thing I love about my show is Amy. Now, I could go on for days about how much I adore her character, and how I think she may just be my favourite NuWho companion (Romana II being my favourite Old!Who companion), but I still love those wonderful lines in the Eleventh Hour.
"You hit me with a cricket bat!"
"Twelve years."
"A cricket bat!"
"Twelve years, and four pscychiatrists!"
Why do I love this? Because Amy is flawed. She has commitment issues, she's more than likely a little bit paranoid, she can't let herself trust easily, she's flawed, and human! She doesn't let the Doctor get away with his normal handwavey-I'm-the-Doctor! schitk, she's brilliant, and she really does love Rory. Speaking of Rory, I am still angry about them killing him off. I love my Team Tardis when it had three, thankyouverymuch. It was love and happiness indeedy! I am of the firm opinion that Rory is coming back. He has to, yes?
In other fandom news, I saw the trailer for Deathly Hallows tonight. OMG SO GOOD. Liz and I have already made plans to go watch it, even though it comes out the night before a football game. Screw football, I say. We're gonna lose anyway. Maybe. I may bleed green and gold, but I am a pragmatist and I don't tend to be over optimistic. SO....there's a good possibility I'll be going to a football game on about 2 hours of sleep. But I don't care! It's bloody Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I WILL be there at midnight, with my gaggle of fish. I seem to have a ton of freshman friends who are coming to Baylor. I'm excited about this. I loves them all.
Ugh. School in the morning. I hate saying that.
-k-