In Which Exhaustion Gets To Me and I Type Too Much Nonsense About Feelings

Hello. Yeah, I know I haven't blogged in a while. But today was also the first time I checked anything on the internet in a while. Twitter is overwhelming so I'm just going to start on the first page and ignore everything that happened in the past ten or so days.  So, it's not as if I'm ignoring my blog, just the internet as a whole.  I just don't have the time anymore.  I don't get home until almost five and then have to pracaatice piano, do homework, eat dinner, and by then it's probably seven-thirty.  And some days I'm gone until six, and the world is just crazy.  Last year everything was crazy with the play rehearsels and I feel like this whole year will be like that pretty soon.  My mom thinks I'm trying to do to many things and soon I won't have time to do anything.  Maybe she's right. I don't know.  Notice that I'm writing this at one in the morning.  And I have to get up at seven-thirty tomorrow so I can go to church.  But enought excuses, time to talk about my boring, non-social life.

     My best friend is no longer at my school and I miss her.  I have a few other close friends, but none as close as Kayla, so it's hard.  The other girl, Morgan, that was part of our trio is a good friend, but whenever I act stupid she just looks annoyed and ignores me.  I'm used to having someone who would laugh and be stupid with me.  The only things that I can talk to her about are things like Doctor Who and Harry Potter, plus she still likes Twilight so it's hard to make fun of it with her.  We share a lot of interests, but we don't have a special bond.  I have other friends that I can't talkt to about Harry Potter, but I can about anything else.  Stuff like boys and make-up.  Girly things.  And I have my guy friends.  Like one of my really good ones named Daniel.  We get yelled at for talking during Algebra a lot.  And the other boys I'm not really good friends with, but more like family, or something.  Of course, not all of them are like that.  There are about three that I don't talk to much and don't wish to talk to at all.  Two of those three like Harry Potter, but one is so annoying and mean that I hope he isn't a real fan, and the other is just extremely immature.  Some are the annoying little brothers and others are the ones that you can jokingly make fun of and they'll know you're messing around and tease you back.  I don't know what it is, but somehow, being in the double-advanced class creates a bond that you don't have with the people in your other classes.  Sometimes I hate them, and sometimes it just feels good to have someone you can have fun with and not get called an idiot.  It's funny how fast this changed from whining to describing friendships, but that's kind of the way life is.  You think the world is so terrible and all you do is think of those bad things, but in the middle of that, something reminds you of all the little things that make life so much better.

     Okay, on to the nerdy part of the blog.  so I've really gotten addicted to Doctor Who.  I don't know why, but there's something about it where you feel like you're there, traveling with the Doctor.  Like you're Rose, or Martha, or Donna, or whoever.  You cry when a character dies, or when the Doctor is sad, or someone else.  In "School Reunion" when Sarah Jane was talking about how he just left her all alone and Rose was asking if he would do that to her, I cried so much.  I don't know what it is, but the thought of the Doctor leaving Rose behind (even though I know she dies) hurt my heart.  I felt like I was Rose, and he would leave me.  I was thinking about what it must be like, to travel with the Doctor, to think the whole time that he's in love with you.  To know that you love him, and think that you are special.  And then you meet an old companion and she tells you the story of how she loved the Doctor and then he just left her on Earth, to live a boring, mundane life.  How much would that hurt?  And then he goes and tells her that he'll never do that to her.  I bet that he said the same thing to Sarah Jane.  Does he not get how much it hurts them when he has a little fling with someone.  I mean there was Cleopatra (apparently), Madame de Pompadour, Lynda,  Sarah Jane, and who knows how many others.  I'm still on season two, so I don't know what he does to Martha and Donna.  But really, can't he tell when it's tearing Rose apart watching him flirt and stuff, or is he to busy being hurt by "Rose and her boyfriends"?  These are questions I would really like answered.


     And there will be nothing about what's going on in my life, because:
     1. It's 1:45
     2. What I previously typed was my life.  I just let my brain flow through my fingers, not knowing what I was going to type before I did.

Sexy:  The Doctor.  Though I think the Tenth Doctor is funnier, the Ninth sort of had a different feel to him that I really liked.  he was a bit kinder, though when he toughened up he could look a bit scary. 
Unsexy: The fact that, at best, I will only get a little more than five hours of sleep tonight.

EDIT: I was looking back through old blogs, and they are so short! This one is a bit longer than I meant it to be.