I don't know what this title should be.

Something that has been bugging me for a while, is the fact that I have an inability to cry.  Like, when I was younger, whenever I would watch a sad movie, I would always struggle to not tear up, because I have always thought that crying suggested weakness.  However, nowadays I can't seem to cry anymore.  This kind of started when I was at the theater watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2.  There was so much sadness and death in this movie, and although it made me sad, I didn't even tear up.  I get so frustrated these days because I always will myself to cry when something sad happens, but the tears never come.  It even makes me wonder whether there's anything wrong with me.  And just recently, I saw this thing that said that if you have an inability to cry, you're weak.  Um, what? That really confuses me.  You'd think that crying would be a sign of weakness, and strength would be the inability to cry.  But...apparently not.  It really upsets me because, I mean, who wants to be told that they're weak?  No one.  I, like everyone else, want to be a strong person.  I'm just confused.  Okay, bye.

Well, uh, hi.

"I will post everyday on this blog," she said.  Oh, well.  I'm not exactly good at blogging.  Not because I'm bad at writing, which I think I'm actually fairly good at, mind you, but because my life isn't exactly...exciting.  Because it is summer vacation, instead of being at school, I'm sitting at home all day...on Tumblr.  How am I supposed to blog about that? However, even though most of the time I'm sitting on my bum while drinking coffee and scrolling through the internet, there are occasions where I actually have some type of a life, and that's what I'll be telling you about from now on.  For example, I'll be going on vacation on June 20-22, and I'll definitely have a lot to say about that. But for now...

Let's Kill Hitler: Thoughts

I'm overall extremely fangirly satisfied with "Let's Kill Hitler"--breaking the summer Doctor Who hiatus.  Doctor Who has never let me down before, and this is no exception.  I really liked the overall plot of the episode, and am excited with next week's episode also.  But that's not what i'm here to talk about.  I wanna talk about not the Doctor, but River, Amy, and most importantly, Rory.  First:  River;  I can somewhat understand why people don't like River Song, well, actually, I can't, because I really like her.  I love the entire mystery of who she is and what she's like, what her relationship with the Doctor is like, and how her and her parents are going to react to each other from now on.  It was all a bit confusing, with Mel and her regeneration,(for one thing, Mel is someone whom I didn't like at all)  but it shows you where River actually "started" which helped diffuse a bit of the confusion of where she came from.  Second:  Amy;  even though I adore Amy, I didn't really think she was all that spectacular in the episode.  But the episode wasn't about her, so I guess I couldn't expect too much. (I do have quite high expectations for "The Girl Who Waited" however:  that's one episode that i'm going to be ticked if they mess it up) and Finally:  Rory;  I quite liked Rory in this episode.   Usually he's not the center of the fight, but the way he told Hitler to "shut up" made me smile.  It seems as the season gets deeper in, Rory does a little less dying, and a bit more heroic stuff;  which i'm glad of, because he used to be a bit helpless and awkward, which he seems to have gotten rid of.  Anyway, I loved tonight's episode, and can't wait for next week's :D

Also, I like the idea of a thoughts post, so i'm gonna do that quite often.  Oh, and here are some DW reviews:  http://www.youtube.com/user/TARDIStacular

School, Books, and Ballet.

So, I just got back from my school's orientation, which went well.  I got my locker and my books and stuff, and I ran around the school with my friends, which was fun.  I also got a lot of compliments on my hair--which I dyed red.  One of my friends even told me I looked like Amy Pond, which made me grin like an idiot, obviously [;  I start school on Monday, and i'm pretty excited.  I still have to finish Jane Eyre and Northanger Abbey, so when I go back to school, i'm going to start reading Doctor Who:  The Price of Paradise by Colin Brake and Paper Towns by John Green.  It's gonna be a pretty busy first week.  I'm going to be reading less, since I have classes, but i'll have something to occupy my time, so that's one of the reasons I don't detest school as much as others.  Tomorrow, i'm going to ask my grandma if I can hopefully take ballet, so i'm a bit scared that she might say no, because this is something that i've really got my heart set on.  Anyways, I have to start working on the first chapter of my Doctor Who fanfic tonight, so i'm excited about that.  Well, I think i've rambled enough, so i'm gonna go now.  Later♥

oh, and I'M A FRESHMAN NOW SO EXCITING ISN'T IT?! 

I have no heart anymore because it just exploded of sadness.

OH MY GOSH. MY HEART.

IT'S BREAKING.

I know this was short but I just had to share this.

The Adventure of the Strange Blue Box(Prelude)

This is the prelude to the story i've just started.  It's about Doctor Who and Sherlock Holmes.  Hope you like it :)
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Prelude

“So where to now?” asked Amy.  “Whatever you’d like!” the Doctor replied.  “Hmm, let’s see;” said Amy, “we’ve been to 1960’s Britain.”  “HA! And you thought I couldn’t get you to meet George Harrison! He’s been my mate for years!” said the Doctor.  Amy continued, “We had lunch with Shakespeare.” “Yes, yes! Very good cook, he is,” replied the Doctor, “although the chicken was a bit burnt…”  “And we stayed at Edgar Allen Poe’s house: all in the last week!” said Amy, “but where to now?” she pondered.  “Wait a second…” said Amy, running up to her room.  She snatched up her purse by her bed, and after rummaging around in it, found the book she was looking for, and ran back to the Doctor.  “What’s that there, Pond?” asked the Doctor.  “Sherlock Holmes,” replied Amy, holding up the novel and smiling.  “I’ve always loved the story; it’s one of the few books I’ve read over ten times.  So I was thinking…Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?” “Doyle?” questioned the Doctor, with a smirk.  “Yes, Doyle,” said Amy, “what’s wrong with him?”  The Doctor shrugged.  “Well I thought you would want to meet the actual Sherlock Holmes…”  Amy laughed.  “The actual Sherlock Holmes?  Are you mad?  He’s fictional, Doctor.  You’re only a time lord; you can’t make fictional characters real.”  “Of course I can’t, Pond,” said the Doctor, rolling his eyes, “but what on earth made you think Sherlock Holmes was fictional?”  “Well,” said Amy, “it might be the ‘this book is a work of fiction’ part on the back.”  “Rubbish! That’s why I never liked Doyle.  Thinks he can just take a man and create his life for him, with all these silly stories.  A Scandal in Bohemia? The Red-Headed League? All fake!” said the Doctor, flipping through the pages.  “Yes,” said Amy, raising her eyebrow, “that’s what fiction is:  fake.  Don’t you know that?”  “Of course I know that! The stories are fake, but Sherlock Holmes is absolutely not! He was real! A living, breathing man, living in the 1800’s! Doyle only claimed he was fake because they were enemies during their childhood.  Tried to get him back by stringing all of these absurd stories with his, apparently, fake name.”  Amy cocked her head to one side. “So you’re trying to tell me that my childhood hero is actually real?”  “Haven’t you been listening? Of course he’s real!” said the Doctor, exasperatedly.  “Now come along, Pond,” said the Doctor, grinning, “We’re going to pay Mr. Holmes a little visit.”

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Doctor What?

I was on YouTube a while back, and I was watching a Doctor Who video.  After the video was finished, I looked down at the top comments, and someone had said something about their favorite Doctor, and “their Doctor.”  I’ve never quite understood the concept of “my Doctor” and my favorite Doctor:  what’s the difference?  Is your Doctor supposed to be the one you started watching first, or the one who made the most impact on you?  It’s just overall confusing the heck out of me.  So I’ll just put this out there:  10&11.  My favorites.  The first episode of Doctor Who I saw was “Flesh and Stone” I believe.  So the first Doctor I have watched on television was Matt Smith.  At first, I used to refer to Eleven as “my Doctor”, since he was the first one I saw.  But then came David Tennant.  I had heard so much praise for the tenth Doctor, I thought, “Well, I better watch his episodes, since everyone is so fond of him.” I understand why now.  I absolutely ADORE Tennant.  I’m starting to watch season two, and every single episode just makes me love him more.  So overall, the Tenth & Eleventh Doctors are my favorites.  But this is just really bugging me, and I might sound stupid for asking this, but what the heck is the difference between “my Doctor” and “my favorite Doctor”?