Doctor Who Trocks

I remember when I didn’t know what Doctor Who was. I suppose it was maybe, oh, 2 and half-ish months ago. Sometime in November I began watching this brilliant British television show with my father, ten-year-old brother, and seven-year-old sister.
And now the Doctor and all his enemy aliens have consumed my life, just like Jo Rowling and all her beloved characters did in fourth grade. (My life is sitting in her vault, making tons of friends with all the other lives it contains.)
Doctor Who is a sci-fi show featuring an immortal Doctor from an alien planet who time-travels and continually saves the world from extraterrestrials.
You already love it, right?
Don’t pretend, I know you’re super excited to hear more.
The show was off the air for over a decade until it resurrected in 2005 starring the fantastic, cheerful, lovely Christopher Eccleston as the Ninth Doctor, who in the first episode met Rose Tyler, portrayed by Billie Piper, who worked at a department store in London until she became the full-time companion of the Doctor. The pair of them travel through space and time fixing history and fighting aliens and continuously saving universe and human race.
It makes me happy.
My favorite Nine/Rose episodes are the ones with gas mask children and- oh, wow, that one is SO terrifying but SO GOOD. So if you’re one of those fans that only watches the David Tennant episodes, go watch the gas mask zombie episodes on Netflix NOW. I mean it. They thrill me so.
And then at the end of the Ninth Doctor series, CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON CHANGES! His form changes! He looks different! He looks like…OH MY GOSH, DAVID TENNANT! David Tennant plays the hilarious, lovely, amazing, spectacular, fabulous, brilliant, and very marvelous Tenth Doctor! -cheers- And Rose sticks around. Which is fine. I like Rose. ALTHOUGH SOME PEOPLE I KNOW OR MAYBE EVEN LIVE WITH AND LOVE THINK SHE IS A “BIMBO”. Rose is very clever. Most of the time. So be quiet.
David Tennant lasts as the Tenth Doctor for awhile. I’M ONLY ON HIS SECOND SEASON, OK, I’M NOT THAT FAR, OK, I CAN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT
So far, I really like Ten’s regeneration episode. CHRISTMAS INVASION BEST EVER YES YES LOVE LOVE And the Time Vortex and stuff…and also his Scottish accent in the werewolf one. And when Lady Cassandra kind of possesses him kind of in the cat-nurse episode, and he says “foxeh” AND IT’S FUNNY HAHAHAHA
Okay, so yay, David Tennant. You’re brilliant and…brilliant.
The other awesome thing about Doctor Who is the HUGE fandom that comes with it. There are comic books, backpacks, mugs, toys, t-shirts, SO MUCH STUFF, and it’s all amazingly cool. Another fairly new thing is TROCK. “Trock,” or “time lord rock” is a genre of music all about Doctor Who. I’m dead serious. The lyrics are about Doctor Who. Have you ever heard of wizard rock (wrock), the scrumptiously dorky genre of music concerning Harry Potter? Well, this is the time-lord-y, Galifreyan version. ARE YOU EXCITED, ARE YOU EXCITED?
The first ever trock band, Chameleon Circuit, was started in 2008, formed by four British Doctor Who fanboys in their twenties, Charlie McDonnell, Alex Day, Liam Dryden, and Eddplant. Their first self-titled album documents seasons one through four and CHEERS MY NERDY, WHOVIAN SOUL. When I say “It’s brilliant”, I mean “I AM A FANGIRL AND I LIKE THEM VERY MUCH YAY WHATEVER QUALITY THEIR RECORDING EQUIPMENT IS THANK YOU FOR MAKING FUN OF THE QUALITY CERTAIN BLOOD RELATIVES I AM ACQUAINTED WITH IT’S THE LYRICS THAT COUNT ALL RIGHT”. Anyway, after this first peek into the universe of music about Doctor Who, tons of fans began to follow Chameleon Circuit’s footsteps, including one of my loveliest friends, Tasia! Tasia recently has begun a trock band with her friend, who I will call Salamander, called Fishfingers & Custard, and it makes me happy. So, SHOUT OUT TO TASIA AND SALAMANDER, I HOPE I GOT YOUR BAND NAME RIGHT THIS TIME!
*cough*
So if you’re looking for a fun TV show to start watching with lovely accents and captivating special effects, please check out Doctor Who for my sake.
Maybe we can even dork out together some time.

Florence + the Machine and My Obsessions, Oh, Wait, That Is One.

Hello, my lovelies.
MUAHAHAHA.
I don’t know either.
I have just finished my English midterm final, and now I’m lip syncing in the middle of the upstairs are of my homeschool co-op/church/IT’S A BUILDING to Florence + the Machine. It’s fun. Not that it’s any different from what I usually do here.
I will not be seeing my classmates for a month and a half, I THINK. I’m not sure how exactly how long our winter wreak is, but it’s super long. Don’t worry though, I’m not just not doing English for that long. I’ll be reading my literature group books. And all that.
Okay, I think I’ve covered the rambling component of what I associate with my blog, what’s next? Hm. Hmm. Hmmm.
HEYHEYHEY, guess what? I had a Christmas party with my friends yesterday, whom (have I used that correctly?) I adore, and that was brilliantly fun, and thank you, Mom, for hosting that. Essentially, we did a lot yelling and screaming and laughing and singing along to Broadway and Christmas songs. ‘Twas excellent.
Oh, I like that girl’s coat. Ooooh, it’s pretty. It’s all red and pea coat-y and big, black button-y. Oooh, pretty.
Hey! The Doctor’s coat is lovely too! You know, the long overcoat one that’s all formal and beautifully amazing? Yes, you know what I’m talking about. Isn’t it gorgeous?!
TARDIS!
HOGWARTS! I really want to take a Charms class from Professor Flitwick. Charms sounds so fun. And Neville! I wanna take a class from Professor Longbottom! And MCGONAGALL!
I really want to know where my letter is. It should have been here two years ago. Harrumph.
-sings Florence + the Machine-
Okay, even though I will have nil to do after I post this, I will post it because it’s getting long and random and silly and I’m going to start being boring really soon. So. Um. Bye.
Wow, I really don’t have anything to do. Hm.
Bye for real this time.
Hahaha, my nails are painted red. In the UK sometimes people call nail polish nail varnish instead. I want to call it that too, kind of, but I don’t think anyone will know what I’m talking about. Well, unless they’re some weird Anglophile like, what? Who? Me?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Okay, bye. You’re distracting me from all the important things I have to do.