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I occasionally think I’m a bit too emotionally involved in Doctor Who- I dunno, I get obsessive about things quite a lot and it doesn’t tend to do me much good. I’ve just really fallen in love with last series, I suppose- and now they’re sort of unravelling it and I’m going mad to find out what happens next, to the extenct that I’m not entirely sure I’m enjoying it. Take Amy/Rory, my only ship- basically, I have a Rory. Except mine is better and prettier. He told me he’d happily wait outside a box for two thousand years should the need arise, and he also happens to wear plaid- and I’m more like Amy than I suspect I really ought to be. Back in the last series, when she talked about how everyone in her village thought she was crazy- I get that, sometimes. Here’s something I’ve never really brought up- I really obsess about what the people I went to uni with think about me, because in my last year of uni I essentially had a mental breakdown, and I went around with unwashed clothes and (gah) I hoarded my hair in my pencilcase and bag. It’s a long, unpleasant story and I’m kinda actually telling anyone these days. Sort of like I’ve got to tell people because I was tired of no-one ever telling me things when I was looking on the internet for help back those five years ago.

Er, yes, so, I latched onto Amy pretty quick, because I wanted to be Martha but I was much more an Amy. I want a companion with crazy shit going on. And last night I was typing something on GB (the spoiler thread, in fact) and I read it out to my boyfriend and he was all, “Why do I get the feeling you’re a different person on the Internet?” So now I’m beginning to think I am, and I’m not enjoying myself as much as I planned, so I may be turning the Doctor Who things down for a bit. Probably not by much, but still.