Category: Doctor Who Thirty Day Challenge


The graphic that I’ve been getting my topics from says that the last question is “When do you become a Doctor Who fan?” but I think it’s supposed to mean “When DID you become a Doctor Who fan?”

Either way…

I’m not sure exactly when because I started watching the first season at one point and loved it, but then stopped watching for a while, then I had to draw my own constellation for my Earth Systems class a few years later and my constellation was the TARDIS and then I started watching again.

As for when DO you become a fan: I have no idea. I suppose when you start watching of your own accord instead of because it happens to be on or because your friends watch it while you’re present. This doesn’t count when it comes to that one time I watched the entire first season of Glee, however, because I watched it all in hopes that it would become better, but it didn’t. So, I guess another criteria item would be that you also have to like it.

Anyway, on to other things.

My friend from Twitter, Lauren whose blog is entitled Lauren’s Playground, nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award, for which I am extremely thankful (THANKS, LAUREN!).

Here are some instruction thingies for the people whom I have nominated.

  1. Copy and paste the award logo onto a post.
  2. Thank and link back to the person who nominated you.
  3. List seven things about yourself.
  4. Nominate five other blogs.

One: I play the violin in my high school orchestra, one of the only places in which I am ever competitive.

Two: I like knitting and crafty things, though I don’t really know much about art or crafts or arts and crafts or colors or design or fashion. I knit to clear my head and to occupy myself when I am bored.

Three: I like writing things from both a creative and a technical stand-point. I’ve completed three novels and two screenplays so far in my (extremely productive, let me tell you) life.

Four: I like watching documentaries (especially the ones about space).

Five: I have an irrational fear of cutting my hair. It is almost (probably) three(ish) feet long right now and I rarely get it trimmed, though there are occasions when I would like to shave it all off, though I would regret it if I ever did (I won’t).

Six: I like going to school, not because of the social aspect (which I actually sort of hate), but because I like to learn stuff and I think that my teachers are very interesting people who deserve to be listened to.

Seven: I am a terrible driver. I have had so many near-crashes on the road that I’m surprised people don’t take away my license. I have a really hard time changing lanes because I can’t glance over and see things, so I nearly crash into people and I forget to stop at stop signs regularly. I’m that person that everyone passes because they are driving five under the speed limit.

There you go. Now for nominations:

MattPeart: Apparently profound ramblings. He likes yo-yos. I borrowed a book to him… I also apparently make a great effort to know things about people.

Liter(ality): Great stuff about writing… and an occasional bunny… and stuff.

Jeyna Grace: Fabulous things to read. Fabulous. FABULOUS. O_o

I couldn’t really find any more blogs. Three is more than half of five anyway…

Favorite Guest Star:

Carry Mulligan. Sally Sparrow from the episode “Blink.”

It’s hard to choose a favorite episode of Doctor Who, but it’s easy enough to say that Blink is my favorite because it’s a good episode and I can call it my favorite and people won’t badger me about why it is because I have never met anyone who doesn’t like Blink.

Blink also seems to be a common first episode to see. I try to get friends who haven’t seen Doctor Who to see Blink because it has so little to do with what’s going on with the Doctor and Martha and all the characters are just as confused as the new people. Also, it’s a fabulous episode.

We had a Doctor Who party a few weeks ago and I wanted to watch Blink for the several people in the room who hadn’t seen Doctor Who very much/at all, but people elected to watch Midnight instead, which freaks me out a lot. A LOT.

Favorite GIF:

I’m not even sure how this uploading media works…

Those are my favorites among others. The problem with asking me about gifs is that I love gifs like nobody’s business. I can spend hours on tumblr just watching gifs. I have to severely limit my time on tumblr or I will never accomplish anything ever.

Whenever I go to my friend Leslie’s house to do homework or something, we watch shows whilst we work, which actually helps me to work faster since I have a hard time concentrating sometimes (all the time), but she always makes me turn it off and do silent working and stuff. I’m not really complaining, seeing as I usually get my homework done, but I like watching stuff.

This becomes a huge problem when I watch things in the evening because I will watch an episode of some show and if there is another episode after it, I will keep watching and it is very hard for me to stop. I tend to soak things in when I find them interesting. Like, when I’m sitting in history class or chemistry, sometimes I completely forget about taking notes because I get so caught up in what the teacher is teaching. This happens with books and movies and television and Wikipedia articles. It’s terrible…

Though that didn’t happen in AP Chemistry this morning, though we were talking about my favorite subject: nuclear chemistry. I get what Google tells me are ocular migraines, though the article I just read said that they’re painless, which they most certainly are not for me.

The thing was, this morning I kind of freaked out at my little sister because she lost all of my lunch foods so I had to pack other stuff to eat and so I forgot to take my drugs. The drugs I take are anti-inflammatory pills for my neck and when I don’t take them, every muscle I have (it seems) seizes up and I get really lame headaches. This headache started with a line of distortion in my vision just to the left of where my eyes focus. Basically, I couldn’t focus on anything, so I took my glasses off because they’re pretty useless at that point and sat for a while before the final bell rang trying to not be blind any more. This effort proved useless, however, for my blindness persisted.

Another problem I have is that I can’t hear very well. In order to hear a person and be able to focus on what they’re saying, I need to be looking at them. Thus, I sit at the very front of the classroom in all of my classes and stare the teacher down whilst they are teaching. I’ve learned to be able to take notes without looking at the paper, though I can’t really stay in the lines. Because I was pretty much blind, I couldn’t really focus on what my teacher was saying and I couldn’t read what was written on the board, so I’m pretty sure I’m going to be very confused tomorrow during class.

The blindness sort of went away during second hour, but third hour was the worst. Playing music is really hard when you can’t see the notes… or sit up straight for that matter. Fortunately, it’s gone now that I’m home and on drugs again. Unfortunately, I only have one pill left, so I’m bound to get really grumpy this weekend when I’m suffering from withdrawals.

I’m not even sure that you can get addicted to these anti-inflammatory drugs. They aren’t all that strong and they really don’t do much except decrease swelling, which I seem to have a lot of. I may have to take them for the rest of my life if my physical therapist never calls me back with an appointment and figures out how to fix me. He’s really nice, though, and he’s tried a ton of stuff that normally works on people but doesn’t work on me. I feel bad for him, seeing as nothing ever affects me like it’s supposed to. I also feel kind of bad that he was wrong about me being too young for old people conditions. Apparently I am not too young to have old people problems…. which reminds me… I’ll be eighteen in less than a month.

Exciting…

(edit: you can only view the gifs if you click on them…)

Favorite Interview:

I’m too exciting for interviews. Actually, I like that one where Matt Smith interviews Karen Gillan. That one was pretty good. Besides that one, though, I haven’t seen any others. I don’t really like watching them. There are interesting things in them, but I don’t actually care about anything.

This morning in my Advance Placement Chemistry class, my teacher implied that I was famous enough to change the name of one of the things we were talking about, but I can’t even remember what it was we were talking about. There is a problem with having Chemistry first thing in the morning, the first being that I haven’t fully awakened yet and therefore my brain filter isn’t as effective as it usually is.

Orchestra is another place where my brain filter has problems kicking in. I say some of the most obnoxious things (that I find funny, in my defense) and I usually get yelled at. Although I did make this t-shirt design and it won the contest we had, so now I have to fix all the things that are wrong with it. The problem is that I can’t fix it with Microsoft Paint, which is what I used to make it in the first place, and I don’t have a reliable printer at home to use. Thus I will have to remake the design using the school computers, most likely during my Digital Photography class, and then use Mr. Watkins’ printer to print it out. Fortunately, our Digital Photography assignments are extremely easy to do, so I’m ahead a little bit in my work and will have time to do this.

Hopefully he will let me print it out. Mr. Schenk usually lets me print things out in his computer lab, but then again, he let me get on tumblr last year when I finished my work. I think they blocked tumblr on the school computers this year, though, which is unfortunate, because I used to post pictures on my tumblr from home that I needed for school so that I wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of emailing it to myself or taking it on a flashdrive. I guess I could put the stuff on the memory card in my camera and do it that way, but I don’t like handling those things. I’m afraid I will crush them.

Is it sad that yesterday I wrote a philosophicalish essay about wisdom/intelligence/knowledge and I was struggling to reach a three-hundred word count, yet today I’m writing a blog post that isn’t even about anything at all and I’ve blown past three-hundred words? I might have been tempted to post my essay here, but one, every senior in our school is required to do it and, no matter how unlikely it is for anyone at all to read this, I didn’t want them stealing my essay, and two, it sounds really dumb because in order to get a good score on this essay (computer graded), you have to write at a lower reading level and repeat every point you make a million times and I was just too lazy to go back and rewrite it so that it would be far more interesting. Someday, internet, I will write a million-page book or something filled with every semi-interesting thought I’ve ever had that is worth saying and then, internet, you will know. You. Will. Know.

Favorite Doctor Gadget:

Obviously it’s….. the bow-tie.

I maintain my opinion that bow-ties have magic powers. One of these episodes, the bow-tie is going to save everyone and I will be right.

Seriously, though, the sonic… pretty much because it’s the only consistent gadget… unless you can count the TARDIS as a gadget, which isn’t likely…

I’m almost tempted to look up the word “gadget” in a dictionary, but I’m not going to because I’m lazy.

Though, there is that thingy that the Doctor builds in Fear Her. I want to see that thing in action. It’s my favorite. I’ve just barely changed my mind. That thing is my favorite gadget. SEE HOW SPECIAL I AM, INTERNET?

Favorite Doctor Who Catchphrase:

I like saying “Molto bene”. It makes me feel special, like I know a different language. I like the other catchphrases, but I don’t really ever say any of them. I do say “bow-ties are cool” a lot because my friend Gavin wears bow-ties a lot and because we watch Bill Nye frequently in Chemistry.

I find it extremely interesting that people can identify themselves and others within a fandom by their word choice. It’s never really happened to me because I was already friends with all of the school people who watch Doctor Who when they got into Doctor Who. Mostly when I find out that I have a common interest with someone who I don’t know very well, they mostly say, “Oh, hey, have you ever heard of Doctor Who?” to which I reply that I have and the stuff ensues.

I guess it’s sort of related to how I got my friend Leslie to start saying the word “snood”.

Favorite Quote:

I don’t really have one. I say a lot of quotes. One of my favorites, though, is,” Oh, it’s YOU. You’re my favorite, you are. You know why? Cos’ you’re so THICK. You’re Mr. Thick-Thick-Thickity Thick-Face from Thicktown, Thickania… and so’s your dad”. Mostly it’s my favorite because I say it to my siblings whilst in the presence of my father and he always goes,  “Hey! Meany…” and it makes me laugh…

Favorite Doctor Who Spin-off:

I’ve only ever seen one spin-off: Torchwood. I didn’t mind it. I didn’t finish watching all of the episodes. I didn’t devour it hungrily. I didn’t mind it, though, there was a wee bit too much making out. I don’t like making out. Watching or doing (though I’ve never “done”, so…). It’s disgusting. I don’t usually like hugging either, though I’ve gotten used to being hugged by the crazy people that I sometimes call my friends (when it suits me).

 

Favorite Friendship:

Ten and Donna Noble. Nice and platonic. Plenty of shouting. Lots of geeking out. Just the right amount of understanding.

Actually, it has come to my attention that many people do not like Donna. This distresses me because sometimes I feel like Donna, though that may just be me in my head, saying sarcastic things and yelling when people are ridiculous. I wouldn’t say that it’s because I’m not a bold person, but it’s because I’m a passive person most of the time. I’m just really too lazy to be an angry person. I don’t get angry at people very often. It’s too much work.

 

Favorite Couple:

The Ponds. Goodness knows I will miss the Ponds. I just really like how they’re constantly yelling at one another and calling each other names without being actually angry at each other. Probably due to my stunted emotional growth as a child. I have a hard time saying nice things to people. I mean nice things that are genuinely nice and not just polite. I’m the master of being polite. Like when I think people are totally awesome, the most I can conjure up is to say “You’re my favorite” and nothing else. If I see someone on Facebook posting a status indicating that they are having a bad day/week/month/life, even if I feel really bad for them and wish they weren’t having a terrible life, if I try to comment on their status, I will invariably say something inappropriately sarcastic. I’m not trying to be mean, I just literally cannot make myself say nice things to people.

Over the past through years, I’ve become interested in the romantic relationships that people get themselves into. Mostly because I’ve never understood why people are so dumb about it. The relationship between Rory and Amy is one of my favorite things ever because it’s so evolved from the high school relationships that my classmates are constantly putting themselves through when they would definitely be happier staying out of them. Mostly it’s because Amy and Rory are already settled into the relationship. It’s no longer, “ooh, let’s be super awkward because we love each other, tee hee hee”, but more of a partnership. That whole let’s-be-awkward thing is what makes me hate relationships so much and also makes me fascinated by why they work for as long as they seem to. I can’t stand the awkwardness. I can’t handle it and I will do anything I can to avoid it.

Plus, I just like Amy and Rory as separate characters so much that I don’t really mind it when they’re mushy…. Who am I kidding? The mushy is gross, but I suppose I can tolerate it if they continue to be awesome.

If I am ever to be in a relationship, (in many, many years when I am mature enough for it)(Not that I’m not mature… but I’m not)(I can’t take very many things seriously…) it will have to lack the awkward, it will have to be able to withstand much yelling and calling of names, and it will probably never happen, so I’ll just get a cat.