second-season sadness.

Oh.

Oh oh oh.

It's been a good 72 hours since I saw the action-packed two-episode second season finale of Doctor Who.

I. Cried. So. Hard.

I literally had to pause the show at one point to go cry at the sink for a good three minutes before continuing.

So maybe I lied a little. I didn't really do that but I did cry. A lot. And then no one was online who would understand my pain so I couldn't vent with them.

So I went and hollered about it at my dad for a good fifteen minutes.

It would've taken three but I had to explain the whole backstory and it took FOREVER because I had to explain an episode earlier in the season to get the set up for the two-part finale.

It was complicated and my poor father was so understanding about it, even though he was probably within no possible comprehensive reach of what the gallifrey I was talking about.

Yes. I just used the Doctor's home planet as a strong word expressing an oath or swear.

-nerd-

Actually I just made that up on the spot. Sweet. I'm using that more often.

Abbreviated: wtg. hahahah.

oh, right. sadness. you're reading this expecting me to be sad. right.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!11

I was so sad, I drew a picture of the Doctor. I'm not gonna post it here though because I'd be laughed off the internet at how terrible it is!

even though no one reads this but me.

Eh.

Anyway. Much sadness. Started season three...well the first episode anyway. Donna. Hahaha. thaaat's not a mad season-four set up or anything. nooo.

So yeah I was actually going to go watch the next episode[or two] of the third season to see what that's all about. Because I'm curious. So I'll stop typing now and sum it up.

IN SUMMARY:

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!1,

I really TARDIS at writing blogs and making up nerdy expletives,

and this is the end.