Words are never my own.

Long time lurker here, I'm not sure why I've only ever watched...!
I usually just come to snaffle bunnies, then go away and make my own things :D

Here is a random selection of my creations:



From left to right: Ianto Jones (knitted/felt doll), a cardboard K-9 and above is canvas one of my best friends made for me for Christmas despicting The Doctor and I!



Torchwood phonetags :D although all credit goes to redscharlach.livejournal.com/ for the design of the characters!



This is my friend and I starring in our work Christmas play, at the high school I worked at, but this is merely to show my attempt and a Doctor Who-esque scarf. Although, he was ACTUALLY playing The Doctor in the play!



This was my birthday this year, and all my friends agreed (or were forced to!) dress up as characters from Doctor Who, and I think they did pretty well!

So, the last couple of days have been pretty busy but rather swish.

 

Wednesday evening was "The Rotary Club of Preston's Public Speaking Competition" - or, "Youth Speaks". Simon and I took two teams of three to go and compete, and Ryan joined us for the event. One team was talking about the media being wrongly blamed for female body image paranoia and the other about the benefits of capital punishment. It was all very interesting, but a little tedious after all six teams had spoken throughout the evening with no stops. We didn't win, to say the least, we didn't come in the top three. But it was a good experience for all of us, and the buffet wasn't too bad either! Plus, random appearance of Dave's dad!

Yesterday was generally a manic Thursday, work til four (but I got a lift home with Ryan, which actually made me later but less damp!), Brownies and then Called to Serve. I found Called to Serve very interesting because it suddenly made me realise that while God hasn't given me an obvious DIRECTION, he has been nudging me onto a rather helpful path with work/uni.

Today has been rather good. Work was really nice, nothing too taxing. At the beginning of lunch everybody was in Room 1 chatting, minus Tracey who appeared a second after, then Simon appeared out the stockroom and handed me a Tesco bag saying "Happy Birthday from all us, I wrapped it myself (!)" When Tracey arrived I opened the bag up, and in it (or so I thought) were a box of Malteasers and a card. I really lovely card that makes me both giggle and want to cry 'cos they're all so lovely - definitely a keeps for taking to Uni :) Amused most by Ryan's "SHEASBO!", Tracey's doodle of a sheep, 'Grimey's' sending of "love and vimto" and Simon saying thank you, again! :D

Lunchtime was pretty neat, Simon was actually downstairs, Martin was there - then the usual Tracey and me, and Naomi (who is in for the 'experience' of hanging around in school 'cos she wants to do secondary teaching) had a good chat. Ryan appeared at one point too. We were mostly amused by everybody's hair stories, all stemming from Martin's previous profession!

Pop isn't very well, he still keeps being sick. Mum and Dad went over today, but I feel really useless and I totally can't handle any of that....


finish later, Ali is here x
 

I've felt somewhat absent from the world today, I'm not entirely sure why.
I think it all started with walking out the door this morning, getting to the main road I cross every morning - with the iPod in my ears blasting out the new Franz album - then I almost get run over by a car that is driving across a red light. This near death experience, according to the drivers horn and slamming on the breaks, is obviously my fault because the little green man hadn't actually appeared on the pelican crossing yet. DESPITE the fact that she'd gone across a red light, hardly my problem! Although, it obviously would have been if I'd become rat jam stuck to the tarmac.

The day progressed in a general manner, spending nearly every lesson I was in studying Macbeth for some odd reason! Including writing the final diary entry of Macbeth and Lady Macbeth - somewhat a "blog" in Shakey style - , coursework with bored year elevens and acting the part of the dead 'uns at in a supernatural world - Macbeth, Lady M, Banquo and Duncan. It felt like there was a slight concentration on death today, obviously everybody is feeling the drag and needs a holiday before we all got the way of Lady M! Today's activites also included: stapling things to the wall, and on several occasions nearly to myself and doing some things on the computer.  Oh and attempting my best to create a calm learning environment as Simon, my head of department, is somewhat stressed over the departmental development plan and just usually gets wound up by set five year eleven. Who are a bunch of shits.

Then, stayed around at work for a bit helping Tracey to staple orange paper to the wall, then we had a chat and Ryan joined us. Which was nice and confusing all at the same time. I cannot figure out the dynamic between Ryan and I at all, it bothers me.

Then, home. Finished knitting/sewing together the monster I was making, and added some slightly mental facial features - because I can! I'm going to try and knit a baby adipose as my next experiment.

Tea.

The rest of the evening, after searching for and finding my part of the CRB form which work need - probably because they have lost their half - I went to the supermarket with Dad and Ali to buy delicious foods and drinks for the Doctor Who Birthday Do. Also, found River Song's screwdriver in Asda, awesome! Came home and up until now I've been constructing the rest of my wings in readiness to be painted tomorrow, when I return from the Rotary Club's Speaking Competition.

 

Good news though, Dad went to a meeting today about the church development and we've got a smaller estimate AND a contractor.

I'm actually going to consider clearing the clean clothes off my bed now and reading some more of my book. "The Glass Books of the Dreameaters" is fairly engaging, but at 700 + pages it is a bit of a handful. I'm not sure I have the motivation at the moment to complete it, but then again half term next week so I shall promise it some faithful attention for a while.

Anyhows, blathering.
 

2009 sort of jumped out of nowhere, I still haven't got used to writing it as part of the date.
I was about to say I was dragged kicking and screaming into '09 but that would be the antithesis of the truth. Fact is, I've never welcomed a change in year so much. 2008 was...an experience. Definitely not one that I wish to repeat but I have no doubt that life will, although full of wonderful happenings,  also disappoint, upset and cause as much pain as the problems '08 did. Just hopefully not in quite such quick succession as I managed during the summer.

Life at the moment is chaotic, tragic, wonderful, worrying, tense, exciting.

Work is no less than brilliant. I adore the people I work with, they're a set of the most wonderful, interesting and witty people I've ever met. Caring too. We have a ball, sat there with our mugs of coffee. But I love TAing in lessons too, whatever year, especially when drama is involved. Spending that much time in English has also given me my love for the subject back even more. Poetry and Shakespeare. We've had a really good six months, we wrote/directed/performed a Christmas play based around Doctor Who and we went on a trip to London to see Hamlet.

Absolutely hand on heart true, it's the only thing that makes me want to get up in the mornings.

It has also made me realise I really want to be an English teacher, with a degree in Philosophy so when it becomes a GCSE - which it better do - I can teach that too. So, my life is sort of being mapped out in front of me. Three years in Cardiff doing Philosophy/Religious Studies and then somehow, doing my PGCE. Somewhere.

Home is...okay. There are so many worries with the family that it is hard to relax. I still miss my Gran. I mean, I know that it isn't going to go away, life goes on and therefore I must live in a way she would approve of but...it still feels like a big hole in me. Then there's Mum, who just finds life really difficult. Not to mention Pop (my grandad, Mum's dad etc), who is coping with losing my Gran and is anaemic, so he can't start his next lot of chemo yet. Although, now he's battling with the idea - and so are we - that maybe it would be better for him to not have it, so his quality of life for the last few...months will be significantly more enjoyable. The chemo makes him sick.  And then, to top that, my Grandpa had tests last week so he can go into hospital soon to have a triple-heart bypass. Oh deary.

So both my parentals are stressed, upset, tired. And stuff with Dad's work isn't much helping, with contracts falling through and estimates being over what was expected for the new church development.

Therefore, we just have to plod on through the madness and try to cling to a little of normality.

I hardly see my friends anymore. We keep in touch off and on, but I find it difficult to find the time...and the motivation. Meg and Ali are probably the most constant, with Dave touching base every few days. The occasional conversation with Bex, Adam, RCG, Neela. All of whom still mean a lot to me, just....:|
Meg and I went on an adventure on Saturday and caught the bus to a rural town near my childhood home, Skipton. It was all snowy in the fields, we went shopping, wandering and had a pub lunch. It was really, really nice.
Least, next weekend will be a big reunion of sorts, being mine and Ali's birthday. We're having a "Doctor Who Birthday Do", which should be an absolute ball but is taking a fair amount of work with cardboard to construct my costume.




I actually feel calmer now.
Funny how something sets off the need to write.
One of my colleagues(?), friends(?) from work - I never know entirely what to refer to them as - is a Media Studies teacher as well as English, as part of the homework to his year 11 class they have to keep a blog. Reading his 'example' made me laugh, and it got me thinking that I want to record things again, like I use to write a diary all the time. I wish I could write them on paper but I find my mind wandering first. In many ways the internet blog is a curse as it means that there is no "written record" as such, but maybe one day archaeologists of the far flung future will be able to decipher primitive computers and rescue my ramblings.

To the English Department and Mr B.

Thank you for making this year so bearable.

I know you all think I'm wonderful because I run around doing your shit, but I'm okay with that. I like it. It's worth it because I get to spend time with you guys, drink coffee, have a laugh and be myself.
I adore having time with people who don't know about my personal life, aren't involved but who I know would care if I needed them too.

I find it odd, because I'm by far the baby at work - by seven and a bit years, it makes somewhat of a difference. But you all look after me beautifully, and without you lot it would be an unbearable gap year. Instead, you've saved me from wondering why I bother to get up any morning. You stick up for me as much as you can when 'the man' is giving me a hard time because of the state of disorganisation.

Thank you, not that I don't try and say it to you every now and again.
 

This weekend I went to see Guillemots with my friend RCG, which was the best gig I have ever attended.
There was no staging, so we were literally stood by the band, and over Fyfe when he was playing the keyboard.
We were the only ones dancing to the music, which was just touching and intimate.
Then, afterwards, we went backstage (or round the back of the library, as the gig was in a library), and met Fyfe Dangerfield.
And he was just, a complete love.
Pretty interesting, if I do say so mesself!

I think that shoulder pads should never ever come back in style.
Can't say I'm a fan of corsets and bustles either, we're a good shape, why go changing it and making yourself uncomfortable.

I don't think there is anything that would totally ruin my life to be without.
I'm pretty partial to my music, but I'm not too bothered about having my ipod or CDs or whatever, I'd be quite happy with a record player.
I also like having my DVD boxsets of Doctor Who/Torchwood on demand, but I'd live without that too.
I couldn't do without books, that's for sure.

Oh most definitely ninja pirates.
Especially if they're Keira Knightley.
[I'm going to start using these things to write fanfictions after my exams, they're good prompts.]


In other news:

I really need to get more exercise.
I just had a break from revision, kicked a football around the garden a bit and did some running.
I mean, I wouldn't say that I and running have anything in common, but it seemed like a good way to just challenge myself.
I made it round the garden twelve times before deciding that it was probably a good idea to stop and actually breathe.
Now I feel sweaty and a rather large amount of unfit.
I think it's time to do something; but probably after my exams.
I bought a bikini the other day; I'm also planning on going swimming a lot over the summer.
Swimming, walking and messing about on the park should improve my fitness.









This could go nowhere.

There is nothing more frustrating in the world than exams.
My mind wants to escape to alternate realities, alien worlds, enchanted castles; but it feels very stuck in this place right now.
Over analysing beautiful literature, only allowing academic thoughts on spirituality and the way we live our lives.

I crave a day to call my own, to sit on the sofa in the window of my room drinking tea and reading as many books as possible.
To be rescued by the guy for a long walk in the sunshine, to take my camera along and capture the skies.
To put on my dancing shoes and come back with blisters, bruised lips and memories to not forget.
That is what life is about, why we work so hard at these exams; so we can gain those rewards.
I want to write the story of a feisty heroine who is everything that I wish I was, and the perfect gentleman who falls for her.
I want to wake up early in the morning, to open my curtains on the rising sun and hear the birds singing their dawn chorus.
To read bitter poetry with my bitter coffee, in a cafe far from home where nobody knows me.
I want to travel on trains to far away towns and cities, watching the raindrops on the windowpane as we speed by.
I want to go for long walks in the rain and sit by an open fire to dry off, while listening to Glenn Miller on record, then we dance.
To take in beautiful celtic landscapes, with only golden eagles and red squirrels for miles.
I want to tramp along rugged coastline, taking in the salty scent of the sea and the squelching seaweed below my feet.
I want to wear pretty dresses, long coats and grow my hair out long and wavy.
To visit empty stone churches in forgotten rural villages and light a candle to remember.
I want to hoard away every postcard and letter, to read and memorise until my dying day.

Some days I feel like an anachronism; for all I love my computer, my digital music, the television.
The Doctor has it right, the timelessness, he enjoys every age and every era.

I want to escape, I want wild adventures.
Maybe with my sidekick, otherwise a bit of independence wouldn't go amiss.
I've started to walk, pretty soon I will run.

I want to run, so fast that I can taste blood in my mouth because I find it hard to breathe.
I don't want to stop until I can barely see, until the world turns into a blur.
Because maybe then the pressure in my veins will release.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs release the air, and kick out.
I'm so pent up with frustration and stress that I'm half the person I was.
Nothing gets me any closer to you, when you're so far away.
We used to talk of travelling in the TARDIS, it sounded so ridiculous.
Of big adventures, they felt like different planets but it always felt like home.
We knew that we'd always get back late, however much time we had.

I want to run, but there are always too many people around me.
I'm starting to wish them away, as long as your replaced them.

I'm just fine, with that one glimpse.

I was doing my Philosophy synoptic essay today, writing about Nietzsche and what he believes the "freespirits" to want.

I quite caught on this "The superior human yearns for a secret citadel where he will be set free from the herd and be the exception to the men who are the rule", I immediately thought about the Gallifrey Citadel and was all OMGZ I wants to be Tiem Lady. Who would have thought that the great philosopher Nietzsche would reduce me to thinking about Doctor Who, lol.

In other news, realised today that I actually had Doctor Who: The Five Doctors on DVD that I hadn't watched yet, so started watching it at lunch. It's pretty cool, to be honest, with Doctors one to five [well sort of, obviously Hartnell is played by somebody different being..dead and all at the time it was made, 1983 I think] and Peter Davison kind of has the lead role. I'm really warming to the fifth Doctor, even his crazy root vegetable wearing habits.

Trying to decide what to spend my money on tomorrow, with Doctor Who Adventures and Doctor Who magazine coming out on the same day. Ah, decisions.


ALSO, finally made myself watch Exit Wounds again this morning, as I've been putting it off as I knew I'd cry again :( but I did amid much tears and "Oh, Tosh is dead, sigh". Also went back and skipped through the chapters of Fragments so that I could watch the bit with Ianto giving coffee to Jack outside the Tourist Entrance so I could be all "OMGIWASTHERELASTWEEK", this time last week in fact. I miss Cardiff!

So now I've watched through all Torchwood again, it's back to Doctor Who Series 1 and Eccleston&Billie! It's like four months since I started watching the seasons of everything again. 72 episodes of Doctor Who and Torchwood later...we're back to the beginning again. And I'm certainly not complaining.

Reading The Feast of the Drowned at the moment, heard the audiobook before though so no surprises there.
Also, ironically, listening to The Resurrection Casket on audiobook at the moment, read the book before though so no surprises there.

Now I must go and learn some more Emily Dickinson poems/critics.

Then there was munching munching munching on chips, in proper Doctor Who style, sat next to Ianto's door and basking in the bright bright sunlight.
Afterwards, we skipped along to the Doctor Who Up-Close Exhibition [not expedition as Grace kept saying] in the Red Dragon Centre, opposite the bay. It's pretty good, although not as much in it as the other ones I've been to. Few aliens/robots/monsters, Doctor's blue suit, Martha's clothes, Rose's clothes, Nine's jacket and clothes. Dalek Sec, in both forms, cyberman, Ood XD etc etc.
And on the way out, the stone angel, oh my lawd! Worst bit/saddest bit was definitely where they have the rift machines where Rose fell and behind on the wall they show the clip of that part of Doomsday and I just kept crying. You could hear the Doctor screaming. *sigh*
Then, out into the shop we went, and I spent a fair amount of monies, lol.
We went back out into the Bay then, where it was still amazingly sunny and we bought ice-cream from the shop over the bay and munched on it in the sun while watching kiddies play on the Roald Dahl Plass. [CHILDS PLAYGROUND BY DAY, TORCHWOOD HUB BY NIGHT]! Had a wander into the Millennium Centre too [New Earth was filmed in there!] and it seemed rather swish.
Finally we got picked up by the loveliest Welsh lady I have ever met in my life who took us home, bought us take away, watched Blackadder with us, played cards with us then let us go to bed. [NB, Grace likes to punch you in the face with her uncontrolled limbs during the night, ow.] Also, this lovely lady showed us pictures of when she'd been on the Doctor Who set for Fires of Pompeii :| [her goddaughter is one of the producers of series four, I hate and love her all at the same time. David Tennant's coat was sat next to her, and he asked her if she could move please so he could grab it! Later, when they'd gone he was disappointed because he was going to go and say hello to them. ASIFFFF :( ]
In the morning, we got up and got dropped off at the university to have a look round the departments I will be studying in, which were excellent and the courses look really interesting. I'm pretty set on going there now, pretty excited too.
After that, we walked into the city centre. Sat in Costa's and had a coffee while reading trashy magazines. Popped into M&S so I could buy a Doctor Who teeshirt; they fit me, even if they're for teenager boys. I couldn't decide between a TARDIS one or a cyberman one, I bought the TARDIS even though it says "time and relative dimension in space" instead of  "time and relative DIMENSONS in space". We then went in search of tasty tasty lunch, and we're pretty sure we had it in the same arcade of shops as Billis' "Stick of Time" shop was in Torchwood but I've still to research that up.
After lunch, we went back into the centre and found Queen St Shopping centre, where Rose was filmed, with the Autons coming out of the shop windows :D and then tried to find a bus to take us back to the Bay because it was still so sunny and it seemed a rather good idea. When we FINALLY found the right bus to hop on, we arrived at the bay and went to sit by the fountain for a while and then bought some more icecream and sat by Ianto's door, again OMNONOM.
We also wandered around for a bit, trying to find the bit of Bay where half the characters in Torchwood last season seemed to stand and mourn their crazy crazy lives. [On the way we also found the bit of planking that Owen ran down to jump into the bay.] We found it later, it's right next to the church; and so is the statue which Tommy touches while he's talking to Tosh in The Last Man.
Walking back up, we reckon we saw the house where Jack's house on the Boeshane peninsula was filmed, but we're not sure, we need to watch Declassified again.
Then it was time to return to the Doctor Who exhibition shop as I wanted a poster, I really couldn't choose between one of the ninth Doctor and Rose, or one of Cpt Jack.  I went for the Doc and Rose initially as I already have a large cpt Jack one, and with it being a pretty old poster it'll more than likely get harder to get hold of.  After that we went for pizza, unfortunately not ordered under the name of Torchwood, lol. Walked back onto Roald Dahl Plass for a bit, then caught the bus to Cardiff Central.


Cardiff is an amazing city, and I've pretty much fallen in love with it.
Roll on a year and a bits time, three years living there and soaking it all up for the complete and utter win.
I'll be able to visit Bex next year too :D


Doctor Who tonight, win.
Gotta go buy Doctor Who Adventures this afternoon too :)

And lo, she returns.

I rather wouldn't mind living in Cardiff for a few years, it's simply lovely!

So, Grace and I caught the train down Tuesday morning [changed at Birmingham] and arrived in Cardiff at 13.30.
Hopped off the train, walked off the Central Station and WHAM the size of Cardiff hits you, the skies were blue and we were like "LOLBRAINS" when we saw the Brewery.
First priority for us, blatantly, was to go and peruse the bay, for obvious reasons [OMGTORCHWOODLAND] so that's exactly what we did. Walked over to a couple of bus stops and found the baycar one that was destined for..the bay! Got onto that and shimmied round cautiously trying not to miss the stop as we had NO idea where we were going.
Alighted straight outside the Millenium Centre, and MY GOD it looks a hell of a lot larger in real life that I imagined from
watching DW/TW. It was such a sunny day the gold was all shiny. The next thing that hit us was the size of the fountain on the Roald Dahl Plass, [TW lift, you know the deal], we ran over to it and were all "OMG TORCHWOOD LIFT WHERE IS THE TEAM WE'RE STOOD ON TOP OF THE HUB LETS TOUCH THE WATER AND TAKE PICTURES", so we did. I have some awesome awesome pictures which I will upload when I don't have to go to college in fifty-five minutes, lol.  Spazzed about a bit, actually no, spazzed about a lot. We were pretty damn excited.
Next it was OBVIOUSLY time to find Ianto's door, which was surprisingly easy [somebody had left instructions on a forum somewhere and they were perfect to the letter; although granted, it was a tad bit more obvious than I had expected]. Walked along from the Plass, veering right slightly towards Mermaid Quay, under on the boardwalk and sharp right then BAM, it's there. Although covered with a sort of gate fence thing [probably due to everything being a dump behind it and they don't want people breaking in and drowning or something], but we took many many pictures and were all like "AWH" when we found a bunch of flowers somebody had left for Tosh&Owen.

[More later, shower and college first. :( ]

Going to make a cup of tea, go to bed to watch Torchwood [Adrift, if you're interested], then reading some more of Albert Camus' The Plague; so that I'm nice and refreshed in the morning for catching the train to Cardiff.

SO EXCITED.

Got my camera with me for epic taking of pictures around the bay.
Back in a couple of days.
Enjoy meanwhile :)

Finally, I have returned from the land of Yorkshire, after a pretty refreshing break and plenty of work done, wahey.

However, acquisitions have also been made:

• FINALLY found the Rose Tyler action figure at a normal price in Woolworths rather than having to pay epic amounts of postage from whoever supplies Amazon with them. I did a small jig, people stared.

• Also, bought The Twilight Streets, one this years release of Torchwood novels, so far pretty good only a few pages left.

• Persuaded my Dad that for holiday reading I required the Doctor Who magazine, which is excellent.

• Bought The Black Orchid on DVD, Peter Davison [1970-something..] as the fifth doctor, which was a rather fun show. I like his Doctor just, none of the charisma or downright darkness that are in my Doctors [of course referring to ninth and tenth].

• Also watched the final DVD of my The Beginning collection, with William Hartnell [1963], the episode The Edge of Destruction  and The Brink of Disaster were certainly interesting...made on precisely no budget, so only included the main characters [The Doctor, Susan, Ian & Barbara] and the TARDIS set with a couple of extra rooms. It is the most confusing episode of Doctor Who that I have seen in my entire life. But still, it wasn't that bad, although a slightly disappointing but interesting conclusion. Although kudos to whoever I read the other day saying [I think it was Phil Collins] that you may be a bit weary of Donna but she certainly makes any bad Doctor Who episode you've ever seen a little more interesting.

• & then my parents surprised me with a break-the-bank kind of gift they bought me while I was at the cottage revising on Thursday. No expenses spare [a large sum of 50p was spent upon it] I finally got a key [not actually a yale, but neither is the Doctor's so :P] to wear on a piece of cord so I can always get into the TARDIS, blates.

Epicness full of geek, right? :D

In other news, Doctor Who today was excellent.
Glad the Ood were back, although I've known since September they were on their way as when Dave and I went to MOSI in Manchester, to the exhibition of Doctor Who Up Close, there were no Ood to be seen but a sign saying "Sorry, the Ood aren't here right not, they're being used for filming season four." [Granted, not in those exact words, but that's not the important thing.]
I'm not going to make any more comments yet, as I haven't worked out yet how to do cuts so I can write stuff that might be a spoiler to whoever hasn't seen it yet :(

Also, Tuesday morning, my friend Grace and I off to Cardiff for a couple of days to look at the university. With a spare afternoon on Tuesday though, we're obviously going to peruse the bay and Doctor Who Museum. Then we're going to stay with my somebody I know's friend there [as they used to live in Cardiff], gave her ring after Doctor Who [she'd rung during it, but all life is put on half for those 42 minutes on a Saturday night, blates] and we had a chat about arrangements etc. I said that I was sorry I'd had to phone back but I'd been watching Doctor Who [was ashamed she hadn't been considering she lives in Cardiff...although she's not exactly my age] and then she suddenly said when I mentioned it. "Oh, my goddaughter is one of the producers, we went to see them filming last November. When they were doing that Rome-style one last week, did you see it? [WELL DUH] and the bit with the house and the pond in the middle with the lillies, we saw that being filmed. And I've been to the inside of the TARDIS and...[I slowly melted into a puddle of jelly listening to all this]...So, would you like me to find the photos out for Tuesday so I can show you?"

UH YAIS PLEASE KTHNX BAI.

Life is pretty spanktacular thanks :)
Even if my Doctor Who model is still slightly sticky from being dunked in a cup of tea a week ago.
I hate you Andy XD

As nobody reads this I should probably cease rambling.
If you do read, please say hi :)

It's been a while since I was last on Live Journal.
Since then, I've become an adult, a fairly scary prospect.
I'm now nearly at the end of college, awaiting a gap year, and hopefully going to Cardiff Uni in '09.
Thought I'd have somewhere to vent, explore Doctor Who/Torchwood stuff as it takes up a fair amount of life etc.
Somewhere that is generally away from my IRL friends to get rid of some of the obsession and strangeness before I release the normal me to the outside world. Seems a fair deal.

I love reading the fan-fiction on here, I hadn't really explore it before but now I'm hooked and there is some brilliant stuff out there.
Doctor Who should be excellent tonight, and I'm on a spree of re-watching Torchwood at the moment as I'm so sad that Series 2 is over, sigh.  My friends generally don't get my whole liking of either programme, apart from the odd few, so it'll be nice to talk to people who understand. That's not to say my friends aren't geeks, in fact that is exactly what they are.

So talk to me, if you're reading this :)
I'll probably reply pretty quickly in the next couple of days as I'm stuck in revising.
Although I had to learn the Emily Dickinson poem from "They Keep Killing Suzie" yesterday as part of my English Literature A Level!
"Because I could not stop for Death". 

So, hey LJ, I'm back and live&kicking.