elleflies: (DW: Cybermen Bullshit)
I made a mistake and forgot what Bangor, Maine was like. I'M SORRY. I'LL NEVER FORGET AGAIN. Someone please save me!

This flight had better not be delayed, I want out! I'm sure it's a lovely town, but I've only ever been here in winter and it EXPLAINS SO MUCH ABOUT STEPHEN KING.

There are kids running up and down the halls of this hotel screaming and the urge to string fishing line between my door and the one across from it at ankle height is running high. Not that I would or anything, but one can dream!

My mother thinks me having children is a good thing. Clearly she is delusional.

Having found out I've just got back from vacation all my coworkers have been asking "so what did you do? Where did you go?." They clearly expect some answer like: "I went to the beach!" or something just as vapid. Not that there's anything wrong with going to the beach - my vacation choices just seem to be rather more eccentric... Whenever I say "Doctor Who Convention" (because I own up to my obsessions yo) more than one of them has heard "Doctor's Appointment" and has been horrified on my behalf. Then I get to explain what exactly Doctor Who is and they end up being even more horrified.

I've yet to meet a coworker who knows what this show is, and considering how nosy my coworkers are... I've been doing way too much explaining. It doesn't help that I'm reading a Doctor Who book called "Running Through Corridors" so of course they want to know what I'm reading which leads to even more explaining and even more horror, especially if I get so far into my explanation that I end up telling them about the missing episodes and the fact that I've watched what's left of them. (There's not much to talk about on long flights and I'm a champ at running my mouth. It's an interesting combination when you add in sleep deprivation.)

I do not have socially acceptable obsessions apparently. At least according to my coworkers, but hey, I HAVE FUN.

I met amazing people and got to hang out with friends and got to have super detailed discussions about that silly little show I love. I also got to flail over Patrick Troughton and PEOPLE ACTUALLY KNEW WHO I WAS TALKING ABOUT.

That's... major and resulted in the flappy hands of fangirl flail. (Troughton ALWAYS deserves fangirl flailing). Then again, it doesn't matter the Doctor, if I'm flailing over him the people I'm around usually don't know who I'm talking about. I'm used to this so Gally was... BRILLIANT.

Now that I have a bit of time on my layover and am not experiencing CRUSHING EXHAUSTION. I can finally sit back and stop neglecting my LJ and fill it full of Doctor Who/Gally squee. (aka, picture post soon)

This will not stop me blathering on to my coworkers though. I have a reputation to maintain.



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