Still very emo!
This was me a few minutes ago as I was browsing through various DW comms:-
(INDIGNANT):- "BUT ELEVEN DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME RING AS TEN!
So I've now decided that I am impossibly weird and too far gone to be ever saved from geekiness and consequent adoration of Doctor Who so I've resigned myself to wallow in my grief and emoness of Tennant's (SEE?! TENnant!!! It's destiny I tell you! DESTINY!) impending departure from our beloved show for the next few days (Bar the halloween party I'm going to where I intend to take my mind off my dishy doc woes for a few hours).
I've now decided that I'm going to spend that time curled up on my sofa with a fluffy blanket and copious amounts of Milk tray chocolates and lovely hot chocolate, watching every single Tennant!episode of Doctor Who as a fitting tribute to my favourite time lord.
Also
The Five Stages Of Grief (yes I'm being melodramatic! What of it?!)
1. Denial - Went through that when he was still talking during his NTA speech. Lot's of muttering "This is a dream! Any minute I'm going to wake up!" etc etc
2. Anger - Angry floods of tears straight after the NTA speech. Throwing things, shouting at family members etc.
3. Bargaining - I seem to have bypassed this stage since I have no-one to actually bargain with! Short of catching a plane to Stratford upon Avon and begging hysterically at David's feet! . . . . Mind you I wouldn't put it past me!
4. Depression - See above **points**
5. Acceptance - Still to come!
(and no I'm not a complete batcrap crazy nutjob! I just really love this show!)
(INDIGNANT):- "BUT ELEVEN DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME RING AS TEN!
So I've now decided that I am impossibly weird and too far gone to be ever saved from geekiness and consequent adoration of Doctor Who so I've resigned myself to wallow in my grief and emoness of Tennant's (SEE?! TENnant!!! It's destiny I tell you! DESTINY!) impending departure from our beloved show for the next few days (Bar the halloween party I'm going to where I intend to take my mind off my dishy doc woes for a few hours).
I've now decided that I'm going to spend that time curled up on my sofa with a fluffy blanket and copious amounts of Milk tray chocolates and lovely hot chocolate, watching every single Tennant!episode of Doctor Who as a fitting tribute to my favourite time lord.
Also
The Five Stages Of Grief (yes I'm being melodramatic! What of it?!)
1. Denial - Went through that when he was still talking during his NTA speech. Lot's of muttering "This is a dream! Any minute I'm going to wake up!" etc etc
2. Anger - Angry floods of tears straight after the NTA speech. Throwing things, shouting at family members etc.
3. Bargaining - I seem to have bypassed this stage since I have no-one to actually bargain with! Short of catching a plane to Stratford upon Avon and begging hysterically at David's feet! . . . . Mind you I wouldn't put it past me!
4. Depression - See above **points**
5. Acceptance - Still to come!
(and no I'm not a complete batcrap crazy nutjob! I just really love this show!)