Thoughts of an Anarchist

All gone now.

Cut for Doctor Who Series 4 spoilers. You are advised not to read if you are avoiding them, don’t watch Doctor Who, or know the spoilers and are fond of the character they contain.

Hey, remember that optimism I had about Doctor Series 4? Well, Mr T Davies has ruined that, because the lovely Rose Tyler will be coming back, and there is sure to be kissing and hugging and ‘Oh Doctor all I have done is waited for you and not got on with my life because I am incapable of moving on despite the resurrection of my DEAD DAD’ and ‘Oh Rose you are the only thing that makes my life worth living despite the fact that I have had many companions of lesser, equal or greater worth and recently found another time lord but hey, another of my species can’t compare to a shopgirl who likes chips’ and ‘let’s make babies and have mortgages’ and seriously Rose, just GTFO of my fandom, kthnxbye.

It’s not even Rose I had the problem with, she was fine if too clingy and childish for my tastes in Series 2. But it’s the ‘ROSE IS MORE SPECIAL THAN ANYONE ELSE’ stuff they’ve thrown in since I have the problem with. Russell T Davies resurrected Doctor Who, which I thank him for. But he also ruined it.

DAMN HIM DAMN HIM
AND DAMN ROSE TYLER.

*stabs*

Oh, let’s just blow up the government and have done with it. At least it’ll stop this bloody petty rowing.

“NANANANA, SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED, IT’S YOUR FAULT!”
“DON’T BE MEAN! MR SPEAKER, HE’S BEING MEAN!”
“LET’S THROW PAPER AT HIM!”
“YAY!”

How I do love our democracy.

You know, people have criticised the new Master for the mass murdering and the near-destruction of Earth, not to mention the manipulating of reality, the keeping his enemy in a tent with a dog bowl, and the trying to conquer the universe thing but really, if you were suddenly an evil dictator with control of a whole planet, would you not be sorely tempted to blare annoying dance tunes across the globe at all hours of the morning?

“WAKE UP, CITIZENS, BECAUSE IT’S 3AM, AND I DON’T FEEL LIKE DANCING!”

“CITIZENS OF THE EARTH, KNOWING ME, KNOWING YOU…”

“WE BUILT THIS CITY ON ROCK AND ROLL, AND THEN I CRUSHED IT. OH DEAR. STILL, TIME TO PLAY THE SONG.”

It would be excellent.
All my actual favourite tunes I’d play privately, in my own room, with headphones, whilst everyone else listened to Rihanna on repeat. Especially Rihanna herself.

… Mind you, I’m fairly sure the Master actually liked them, so…

Well, he gets points for style, anyway.

I hate colds, because I always get them badly, and then when I come back to college, people say “Why were you off?” and I say “Because I had a cold,” and they give me a look like I am the most pathetic human being in the universe. I CANNOT HELP THAT I GET COLDS A LOT AND THAT A COLD WHICH WOULD GIVE NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS A SNIFFLE MAKES ME THROW UP AND GET DELIRIOUS. HOKAY? HOKAY.

Actually, as colds go, this one has been nice. No vomiting, which is a plus. Nasty heatrash and a minor fever on Sunday evening, and a sore throat today and yesterday, but it is going and assuming no evil additions are made (it would be so like my immune system to turn round and go “HAHA, DID WE MENTION YOU’RE NOW GETTING A SWEATY TEMPERATURE AGAIN?”, because my immune system hates me.

There are some people who never get colds, or who just get sniffles. And I hate staying off college and doing nothing but homework or lying on the sofa feeling useless, because I hate being useless and bored. And I always feel so silly. Yuck.

Anyway. Get over it, Abbi, and go have some lemsip.