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Away from the internets until at least next Thursday. My brother needs to get a paycheck. Will be back soon.

Irrelevant from COE, really, but it's fucking following me, I swear to God.
Every time I go anywhere, I get an ad for it. I'm watching Stargate on hulu BAM Children of Earth ad. Flipping through channels BAM Children of Earth ad.
I go to cinemassacre and what do I find? A fucking Children of Earth ad. I ran away before I could screencap it, but it's fucking following me.

Thoughts on COE under the cut
( OHMYGOD, DEPRESSING. )

Done the Relay for Life. Walked 4-5 miles around the track. Mam lost the lumenaria we got for Dad. I expect we'll find it on the kitchen table tomorrow.
Yay caffeine!
I got my nails painted (which has happened more times this year than in the last, like, seven combined) and me and Mam debated whether Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Space Balls, or Galaxy Quest was funnier. The first two were my suggestions; she's bonkers (I'm not biased against Sigourney Weaver, what are you talking about?).
Plus, I got to pet this greyhound for like, twenty minutes straight and he didn't try to lick my face or run away or anything my dog does when I pet him.
All in all, a great night.

Sodding hell. Yahoo is being *such* a bitch. I hate it. *headdesk*

So, gave blood today. I will regale you, the reader, with this horribly unpleasant experience. It wasn't the people so much as I had to get both my middle fingers and both my elbows pricked, and not in the fun way. I am not, apparently, a very good bleeder. My hemocrit was low on my left finger, so we go to my right. Exact same fucking thing happened last time, except it only went up a couple points last time and it went from 11.8 to 13.9 this time. WTF. After this enjoyable time, getting my fingers pricked is always my absolute favorite part of giving blood, I learned that Ibuprofen=/= Aspirin. Go figure. Then, my left arm stopped bleeding before they could fill those test vial-thingies up and I had to let them stick a needle in my other arm.
So. Fun. Not so much.
And the worst part is, I know I'm going to do it again. They give us free tee-shirts, how can I not?

Monday afternoon, a guy named John Sheppard called my house. It made my fucking year.

I should really be writing that essay. No, seriously, I should really, really be writing that essay. The one for APUSH, which I'm probably failing right now... Oh yeah, I'm failing that sucker hard.
But no. I'm dicking around on TGWTG, AVGN, and, of course, this place. I want to have some kind of drive. Really, I do. I just don't and that doesn't bother me nearly as much as I want it to.

...Why does that emote look like it's about to blow someone?

So, yesterday I discovered I don't actually ship Jack/10 anymore. I did and always will ship Jack with Nine. It's TRUE LOVE, but not Jack and Ten. There are a lot of reasons, but I think the main one is that Ten abandoned Jack because he's 'wrong'. It has precedence, of course, the Doctor abandoning one of his companions. (Locking Susan out of the TARDIS jumps to mind.) But, as Jack is a fixed point in space and time, it makes one wonder if the reason the Doctor fled Gallifrey in the first place was because  it was 'wrong', too.  Granted, the team working on the revival seems to be confused about little things called 'canon' and 'research' and it is a completely different show, but still.
And then all those implications about The Face of Boe and Jack being the same person/head... makes one wonder where that wrongness went.

Stargate is fucking awesome. Go watch it now.

I'm changing crack to srsbns. Thusly, am trying to figure out a valid reason for Johnny and Devi to have sex. He doesn't drink. Perhaps he's drugged? IS. NOT. WORKING. Anybody halp me?

So... Torchwood started filming the 18th. I need spoilers.

Nobody actually reads this. It's interesting, in that, I actually care that nobody cares to read about my life. I've got a blog, dammit, people should be reading it~

I get to visit my relatives today. They are *awesome*. I bet I'm the only teenage girl who thinks that.

part two of chapter 3

Jeez, I promised myself I wouldn't do this, but I am going to use this damn thing as a... a blog, I guess. I feel weird, using something for its intended purpose. I should be watching Dr Who, dammit.
So... my dad died a year ago today. And that sucks. I hate my shrink. I turned 16 a month and three days ago.
I
LIKE
MUDKIPS.
I'm pretty much typing anything that comes into my head right now.
...heh, comes into my head.
I wish veoh had more Torchwood stuff.
BAI.