Doctor Who makes me act like a nutjob in class.......that's new.
Today was the first day of class, God help me, and I thought returning to school after my entire life was hijacked by Doctor Who would be business as usual, but apparently I am now an insane Who fangirl--or "whotard" as by boyfriend affectionately(?) calls me--pod person and should not be allowed in public.
In the first few minutes of class my teacher insisted on doing one of those obnoxious get to know each other games that make me want to run screaming out of the room because I am SO AWKWARD. Two of the questions were "what would your superpower be if you had one" and "who would play you in a movie, and what genre would the movie be." So this girl down the table from me says "my superpower would be really deep pockets so I could carry a ton of stuff with me all the time.
So I immediately perk up like........what? Doctor? No, calm down, everything is not about Doctor Who. And then she says "I guess I'll go the nerdy route and say a movie about me would be a scifi movie and I'd have Billie Piper play me...I don't know if you guys know who that is." And suddenly I really really had to resist the urge to jump over the people between us and hug her while babbling I KNOW WHO BILLIE PIPER IS! YOU LIKE THINGS THAT I LIKE! BE MY FRIEND!
I am starved for friends who know what the hell I'm talking about.
So, following what could have been an embarrassing outburst, I waited very impatiently for the ten minute break in the middle of my FOUR HOUR MOTION GRAPHICS CLASS AT 8AM and then immediately said something stupid like, "Hey, I'm a huge Doctor Who fan. Like, ridiculous," to this girl, and then we both flipped out and fangirled for ten solid minutes in the middle of this silent room of dumbfounded onlookers. Not normal behavior. The conversation was like:
OMGYOUARE? ME TOO! YEAH WHEN YOU SAID POCKETS I WAS LIKE DOCTOR WHO? AND THEN YOU SAID BILLIE PIPER AHAHAHAHA! OH HEY, THERE'S A TARDIS ON YOUR BAG, YEAH I HAVE A DECAL ON MY LAPTOP, GUESS WHAT I HAVE A REPLICA OF THE SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUT IT'S ALSO A PEN! DAVID TENNANT IS SO.......SO............*INDISTINCT GIBBERING EXCLAMATIONS* BLACKPOOLCASANOVA!!!! FRIGHT NIGHT! SINGLE FATHER! REX IS NOT YOUR LAWYER? AMERICAN ACCENT......NO, DON'T DO THAT, JUST.......DON'T. FIGHTING HAND! MATT SMITH? NO. NO. I'M GLAD WE'RE IN AGREEMENT. THE LODGER WAS GOOD THOUGH. EXCUSE ME....WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT? *SUDDENLY REALIZING THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE ROOM* SIMULTANEOUSLY: DOCTOR WHO!!!
*guy from London sitting next to me looks on in horror*
And then some obnoxious guy started arguing with me about who the star of Secret Diary of a Call Girl is. "It's that girl from Coupling, right?" "No it isn't, it's Billie Piper." "No, it's that girl from Coupling, the blonde one, she's on that sex show on Showtime." "Yeah, that's Billie Piper." "Have you watched Coupling?" "Yes." "The blonde one, isn't she in that Diary show? On Showtime?" "No! It's Billie Piper!"
*guy from London continues to stare, but I'm afraid to check what sort of staring we're talking about here*
Then there was a long awkward pause where no one wanted to look at anything other than their desk or the wall, because some of the people in the class were beginning to seem a little bit insane. (I'm mainly talking about me here.)
Finally the professor said, "Okay, are we all back? Let's look at the syllabus." Which led to my favorite moment in the class: when I saw the phrase "3 TARDIES = 1 ABSENCE" on the syllabus, and could not figure out for the life of me what "tardies" meant. Because all I could see was "TARDIS." And then I spent five minutes trying not to dissolve into hysterical giggles because I AM CRAZY NOW.
Thanks a lot, Doctor Who.
In the first few minutes of class my teacher insisted on doing one of those obnoxious get to know each other games that make me want to run screaming out of the room because I am SO AWKWARD. Two of the questions were "what would your superpower be if you had one" and "who would play you in a movie, and what genre would the movie be." So this girl down the table from me says "my superpower would be really deep pockets so I could carry a ton of stuff with me all the time.
So I immediately perk up like........what? Doctor? No, calm down, everything is not about Doctor Who. And then she says "I guess I'll go the nerdy route and say a movie about me would be a scifi movie and I'd have Billie Piper play me...I don't know if you guys know who that is." And suddenly I really really had to resist the urge to jump over the people between us and hug her while babbling I KNOW WHO BILLIE PIPER IS! YOU LIKE THINGS THAT I LIKE! BE MY FRIEND!
I am starved for friends who know what the hell I'm talking about.
So, following what could have been an embarrassing outburst, I waited very impatiently for the ten minute break in the middle of my FOUR HOUR MOTION GRAPHICS CLASS AT 8AM and then immediately said something stupid like, "Hey, I'm a huge Doctor Who fan. Like, ridiculous," to this girl, and then we both flipped out and fangirled for ten solid minutes in the middle of this silent room of dumbfounded onlookers. Not normal behavior. The conversation was like:
OMGYOUARE? ME TOO! YEAH WHEN YOU SAID POCKETS I WAS LIKE DOCTOR WHO? AND THEN YOU SAID BILLIE PIPER AHAHAHAHA! OH HEY, THERE'S A TARDIS ON YOUR BAG, YEAH I HAVE A DECAL ON MY LAPTOP, GUESS WHAT I HAVE A REPLICA OF THE SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUT IT'S ALSO A PEN! DAVID TENNANT IS SO.......SO............*INDISTINCT GIBBERING EXCLAMATIONS* BLACKPOOLCASANOVA!!!! FRIGHT NIGHT! SINGLE FATHER! REX IS NOT YOUR LAWYER? AMERICAN ACCENT......NO, DON'T DO THAT, JUST.......DON'T. FIGHTING HAND! MATT SMITH? NO. NO. I'M GLAD WE'RE IN AGREEMENT. THE LODGER WAS GOOD THOUGH. EXCUSE ME....WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT? *SUDDENLY REALIZING THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE ROOM* SIMULTANEOUSLY: DOCTOR WHO!!!
*guy from London sitting next to me looks on in horror*
And then some obnoxious guy started arguing with me about who the star of Secret Diary of a Call Girl is. "It's that girl from Coupling, right?" "No it isn't, it's Billie Piper." "No, it's that girl from Coupling, the blonde one, she's on that sex show on Showtime." "Yeah, that's Billie Piper." "Have you watched Coupling?" "Yes." "The blonde one, isn't she in that Diary show? On Showtime?" "No! It's Billie Piper!"
*guy from London continues to stare, but I'm afraid to check what sort of staring we're talking about here*
Then there was a long awkward pause where no one wanted to look at anything other than their desk or the wall, because some of the people in the class were beginning to seem a little bit insane. (I'm mainly talking about me here.)
Finally the professor said, "Okay, are we all back? Let's look at the syllabus." Which led to my favorite moment in the class: when I saw the phrase "3 TARDIES = 1 ABSENCE" on the syllabus, and could not figure out for the life of me what "tardies" meant. Because all I could see was "TARDIS." And then I spent five minutes trying not to dissolve into hysterical giggles because I AM CRAZY NOW.
Thanks a lot, Doctor Who.