Thoughts of an Anarchist

When you see this post, quote from Doctor Who on your LJ blog.

 "How about that? ... I win."

RTD has a lot of explaining to do. 

What a complete bastard.

I hope someone shoots him and throws him up and down the stairs.

Yes, I am prejudiced when it comes to cats. Touches a nerve, so shut up.

For the prom, I wore many makeups, and a pink dress, and high heels...

and you know what? It was fun to be someone different for once, like acting a part - except I was so abysmally bad at it, I gave up, borrowed Jimmy's shoes, and went and danced, and it was great, non-elegant fun.

Sometimes it's better to just accept that you'll never be perfect. And sometimes it's better to pretend.

And sometimes it's time to stop trying to work out which, and just have an amazing night.

And you know, we're not so bad ourselves, really.

We've all been through our own hells; we've all learnt, all done hard work and had our problems, but here we are; we're all grown up, there's a whole world out there just waiting for us, and it's never mind if we're ready for it - is it ready for us?

I very much doubt it. Either way, let's not waste a second.

who can say if I have been changed for the better? because I knew you... I have been changed for good.

Thanks for everything, Bradon.

xxx

WARNING

SPOILER-FUELLED SPECULATION & SQUEEING ABOUNDS INSIDE

SERIOUSLY, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED FOR THE SERIES FINALE,

DON'T CLICK

FLUTES IN A SONG BAD SONG.

No love,

Me. 

Listening to: Flogging Molly. 

which I am not overly fond of; in some ways, I have become prejudiced.

And this is going to change, because I do not like this judgemental person I have become. I will henceforth try to be more tolerant of everyone*.

Also, Rab C Nesbitt is a good show for anyone who likes Scottish accents that they cannot understand a word of, fat unemployed people in string vests, and completely unexpected David Tennant in a dress saying "Bollocks," seductively and yet terrifyingly.

And also the line "My ring gets awfully tight when I get hot," which is pretty much the only coherent line and also intensly disturbing. It's like watching a show in a foreign language, so you can make up your own plot, but there's the guilt of not understanding it.

(CLICK FOR BIGGER... IF YOU DARE)

Her name is Davina, and she kicks several kinds of arse. No, I didn't make that up, she's actually called Davina.

And... am I the only one who mistook her for an actual woman?

Why yes, yes you do need brain bleach now.

 t' Abs x

* Everyone does not include Year 7s.

point: why is it that posts with my writing in always seem to get the least comment? even if it's because I'm THAT bad, I'd love some constructive criticism...

Anyway, we had fun at Sarm's party yesterday, and I had a genuinely wonderful day at Jim's today, doing little of anything and piles of nothing in particular, and it was perfect. Well... I say perfect, but I use that in context. I don't think anything could ever be perfect... a perfect moment? Well, perhaps there have been some, indeed there have; that night on the field in September springs to mind instantly, but regardless... I'm not fond of the word.

This could be a perfect day, though.

SPOILERS FOR BLINK BELOW
 

Doctor Who was AMAZING - I am now terrified, as in so scared I have to keep looking behind me and have the Weeping Angels screaming at me in my head and am seriously considering whether I should watch it again tomorrow because of how scary it was. The supporting characters were so beautifully written and acted that I found myself not even caring that it was Doctor-light - particularly as the Doctor's presence was felt throughout regardless, and Martha, oh Martha with the bow and arrows at the end, I love her, I really do - and Moffat has once again pulled genius out of the bag; can he do no wrong?! The idea of a monster that you can't look away from, blowing off the board the logic of "I can't see it, it can't hurt me," and rendering hiding behind the sofa or closing your eyes useless; now that's really scary. 

Uhm... Utopia looks to be a bit shit next week, or is that just me? Anyway, Jack's back, so I'll forgive them as long as there is UST and ST and Jack is Jack again, but keeping some of his Inner Manly Angst.

Anyway, WHY MOFFAT, WHY YOU GOTTA SCARE ME SO? With that montage at the end and just AAARGH I will never ever look at a statue in the same way again. Also, graveyards and churches. Nada.

SPOILERS END HERE

Nyeah. Sleepy.

=)

Got the Eagles stuck in my head too.

Anyway, nanight.

Abs x 

More a random blah than a story, actually, but hey.

It also seems melata has deleted her journal, so that's gone from the sidebar.

Here's a tribute to a good woman, a good writer, and good Taminoan!

Abs x 

How can it be seen as humane to deport a young man of 19 or indeed a younger man of 17 back to a country where they will be tortured and shot, when they are hardworking citizens who have not commited any crime except wanting to survive, and who have jobs and (the older one) pay taxes, and have a loving family who can't bear the thought of losing these people because they were born somewhere where free will is not allowed?

If my cousins are deported, I shall go shit crazy and chain myself to Downing Street. That is all.

Abs x

ETA: Ta, Loup.