Hmm.. funny how when you write it out it seems like a completely bad idea, but it sounds ok in your head. Damn.
Thursday night I attended the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (dressed up as a fellow Gryffindor, robe and all), and it was FANTASTIC. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I was totally like this:
I'm sure many people hold Harry Potter in their heart. It was my childhood, it's what made me fall in love with reading and my imagination went crazy with this wonderful world JK Rowling created. During middle school I was bullied (but when was I not) about my weight, and Harry Potter is what kept me strong. (FYI I used to believe I was a wizard!)
Zoom to present day Steph and I still believe in some sort of magic. Well, HE is magical (and by he, I mean the Doctor). He's not real, I know that, but I'd love for him to come and ask me to travel with him in his TARDIS (I guess I'll always be a kid at heart). I'm sure I'd be scared as hell, but I'd know the doctor (Matt Smith I'm looking at you) would save me, and give me the tender kisses he gives Amy to reassure her (I'm talking about series 5 ep.3 for all you Whovians).
A few days ago, BBC America announced that they will air the Doctor Who Christmas special
ON CHRISTMAS DAY at 9 p.m.
At first I was like..........
and then I was like....
... after it hit me that I'd be watching freaking Doctor Who on Christmas Day, just like all the British folks.
Oh snap, it's late. Ok, skipping the whole watching TV and just diving into my UC personal statement. Priorities.
No comments:
Post a Comment