My dearest Doctor,

There's a part of me that truly wishes you could live forever. That you would never be sad or lonely; that you could always be the wonderfully happy person you are. But now I know that's not possible. Nothing is eternal. You taught me that.

But what matters is the time we are given, no matter how long or short it may feel. Good times may not always last forever, but memories sure do.

I'll miss you, for sure, but every time I think of you, I'll remember the great adventured we shared. And I guess in that way, you really will live forever.

Your loving friend,
Liz

Check my two email accounts (AOL and Yahoo), then visit the usual websites: deviantART, Livejournal, and Facebook.

For those of you who don't know, I am a huge fan of the late Carl Sagan.

I was surfing YouTube when I found this little gem.




Also, I got braces today. They feel weird.

The Doctor. Duh.

Here's why.

No matter the incarnation, there are always likable qualities about him. True, I might prefer a few over the others, but no matter what happens he is always the same person.

And I love him.

I love him.

So I went to a Doctor Who cosplay photoshoot yesterday. It was AMAZING. I'm still a little high from the whole thing.

There were about ten of us - myself as Two, a Five, two Tens, a Rose, a Donna, a Jack, and a Four/Owen, plus two amazing photographers.

Some of the pictures are already up at http://www.the-enthusiasts.com/gallery?g2_itemId=15802 but if you want the highlights look over at dw_cosplay :)

All in all, a great day with some incredible friendships forged. Don't you just love how things like these bring people together?

Also, about the title? Don't ask XD

Staying in your pajamas all day. :)

I came down with something nasty shortly after giving blood on Saturday. Stayed home from school just to get over it. Feeling much better now.

Now sitting down to work on my common application with a box of Whoppers and some recordings I made of the Legacy of Kain games on my phone. Yes, that's how much of a life I DON'T have.

Things to look forward to:
~DW cosplay photoshoot this Saturday
~Halloweeeeeeeeeee'eeeeeeeeeeen ^^
~Chicago TARDIS.

Yoinked from ren_geek :D

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Favorite and least favorite food?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Haven't journaled here for 5 weeks. Just shows you how busy life has been. :P

But, anway, I'm typing this journal from the car on my way to a college visit! ((sings Willie Nelson))

Soul Reaver 2 came in the mail! It's really challenging, but oodles of fun. -w-

Also, in my quest to explore Michael Bell's line of work, I've started watching the Smurfs and the Snorks. Heheh.

Cheers :)

Last days of summer vacation. Summer reading all done, all supplies taken care of.

This will be my last year of high school. And I think I have a pretty good idea of where I'll be heading after that. But who knows? Anything's possible.

Went to a Doctor Who club last night waaaaaaay out in Wheaton. Watched Attack of the Cybermen. Pretty cool.

Decided on Troughton for Chicago TARDIS this year. Need to fix up my red braces.

Cheers :)

OH


MY




GAWD.





WHY.

WHY THE HUB.

WHY IANTO.

WHY JACK'S GRANDSON.

WHY.

WHY.

WHYYYYYYYYYY.



THIS IS NOT THE END. JACK WILL COME BACK. HE WILL. HE WILL.

AND GWEN WILL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BABY AND NAME IT EDWARD IANTO COOPER.

AND TORCHWOOD WILL RETURN TO FIGHT ALIENS AND SHYTE.

AND THEY ALL WILL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Thought that would get your attention. XD

Yes, Children of Earth is awesome. DON'T SAY ANYTHING! I'm only up to the beginning of Day Three. Will probably rant about it once finished.

Work is going great. It's a lot of physical labour, but it's a great environment and I get to help people.

But anyway, GUESS WHAT. I found a great Eighth Doctor sportcoat. It's not velvet, but it's green and it looks great, so it's just fine for me. All this costume needs is a cravat and a bag of jelly babies.

That is all. You may return to your dull dull lives. But remember, the 456 will not stop until they get their pony.

Cheers :)

It's been a lifelong dream of mine to travel among the stars and discover what wonders await human discovery. So many knowledge could come from studying those stars and pulsars and black holes and dark matter and neutron stars just a little closer.

“O-M-G! YOU LOOK FAB-U-LOUS! IS THAT PRA-DA?”

“THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID.”

“O-KAY, WE GIVE UP. YOU WIN, DOC-TOR.”

“TIME FOR A MAKE-O-VER, GIRLS!”

“HEL-LO. MY NAME IS DA-LEK CAAN. YOU KILLED MY FA-THER. PRE-PARE TO DIE.”

“ALLONS-Y!”

“O-M-G-F-T-W-B-B-Q?”

“AM I BOV-VERED?”

“OH, SOD IT. WHO NEEDS EXTERMINATION ANYWAY? I’M JUST GOING TO GO HOME AND MAKE A CUP OF TEA…”

“GIT-R-DONE!”

“UNICORNS ARE PRET-TY!”

“I NEED A HUG…<3”

“IT’S FUN TO STAY AT THE Y-M-C-A!”

“SERIOUSLY, DAVROS? YOU NEED A MANICURE.”

“WHERE’S MY RICHARD SIMMONS TAPE?”

“ARE YOU MY MUMMY?”

“HEY, CHAR-LIE! WE FOUND A MAP TO CANDY MOUNTAIN!”

“YEAH, CHRIS. EX-TRAP-O-LATE. “ (kudos if you know what this is quoting)

“WHO’S UP FOR SOME IRISH STEPDANCING?”

“OOOOOKLAHOMA!”

“I’M GONNA SING THE DOOM SONG NOW!”

“I CHOOSE YOU, PI-KA-CHU!”

“IT’S NOT LU-PUS.”

“JOHNNY DEPP IS SOOO CUTE!”

“WOULD YOU CARE FOR A JELLY BABY?”

“TO EXTERMINATE OR NOT TO EXTERMINATE, THAT IS THE QUESTION.”

“GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME A BRAN MUFFIN!”

“ARE YOU SUGGESTING COCONUTS MIGRATE?”

“ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.”

“JACKIE TYLER, WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

“(insert Britney Spears song)”

“I BELIEVE I CAN FLY…”

“YABBA-DABBA-DOO!”

My parents always loved putting me to bed with a Sleeping Beauty routine, but I never really liked Cinderella or Snow White. Truth be told, I always loved Princess Bride. It was one of my favorite movies, still is, and I can't think of a better way to grow up than to hear the tales of the vengeful Spaniard, the pompous Prince and his wicked Count, the gentle giant, and the eternal lovers who had a storybook story sort of love. Yay.

I’m not sure if this has been attempted before – sketch slash! These particular lovelies come from “How to Recognize Different Parts of the Body.” I don’t think the sketch itself has a name, but it comes right after “the man who contradicts people.”

Title: Untitled
Author: me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Professor Sir Sir Adrian Furrows/Raymond Luxury-Yacht (played by John and Graham respectively)
Summary: “He asked me! He asked me!”
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.
Author’s Note: Written when I should be studying for final exams. Heheh.





He’s pretty sure it’s the twittering birds that woke him up, but the damp-smelling air and sunlight pouring into the tent could’ve contributed as well. At any rate, he’s awake and, much to his delight, there’s someone curled up next to him, their head a warm weight on his shoulder.

That’s right. It’s his patient-turned-lover, Raymond Luxury-Yacht, the silly skin care expert who had agreed to come on a camping holiday with him in exchange for some practically non-existent plastic surgery. The slightly smaller man wasn’t wearing the polystyrene monstrosity now, thank goodness, but he knew that when he woke up, it would go back on. Not that he minded, really. It didn’t detract from his handsome features in any major way, in his opinion.

He shifts a bit to get a better look at the delectable creature before him. His eyes are still closed, and he’s smiling faintly, as though he’s having a pleasant dream. He can’t help but be curious as to what he’s dreaming about. His sandy hair falls perfectly on his smooth expanse of forehead. His nose, his real nose, curves delicately over that tempting smile. It’s cliché to consider, but he truly is a vision of loveliness.

Suddenly, two astonishingly blue eyes are staring up at him with mild surprise. Maybe they were expecting him to fade with the dream.

“Good morning, Mr. Throatwobbler Mangrove.”

“Morning, Professor Sir Sir Furrows, F.R.S…”

“Don’t hurt yourself now. Adrian will do.”

“What are we doing today, then, Adrian?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” he sighs, casually twining his fingers with Raymond’s. “I was thinking we could skip and frolic through the woods a bit, maybe go for a hike.”

“Mm, sounds good.” He’s brightened a bit at the mention of frolicking.

“Or we could just stay here all day.”

It’s an off-hand sort of suggestion, but he fixes Raymond with a knowing smile.

Raymond appears to consider this, then smiles, shrugs, and snuggles closer. “Works for me.”

Okay, so basically I had an extremely awesome night.


Waited in line at the theater because I didn’t have anything better to do for two hours, and was first in line. When he came in, he walked right past me. Fangirl Attack #1.


Went into the theater. Sold out show! He introduced it, gave us a few things to watch for, and then they put on the movie. We all laughed and clapped along.


When he came back on, he said we were a fantastic audience. He originally was only going to stay for the first ten minutes of the movie and then come back, but he liked our reactions so much he stayed for the whole thing.


Following was an interview, and then some Q&A. Learned about the sketch that the BBC wouldn’t let them air during the show – the wee wee sketch.


Some of my favorite quotes of the night (paraphrased a bit) :

“Every time I got dressed up in drag, I thought I looked just like my mother!”
“Looking back, Graham is the only Python who isn’t acting. With these groups, there needs to be someone who’s just being themselves.”


And favorite character he’s played? The lady in the Spam diner. Spam spam spam spam spam…


He stuck around afterward for a signing. I was shaking like mad when I got closer. Fangirl attack #2. I told him the following as he signed my Holy Grail DVD:


“I can’t even tell you how much your work has meant to me. You’ve made me laugh and think…I’m just really grateful.”


He seemed really flattered, said “Oh, thank you!” and patted my arm. Got my picture with him. Fangirl attack #3.


Got home around 10:30. Went to bed around 11:30, very happy.


Here are some photos:

Family problems. Don't really want to go into it. Mom's going to Michigan for a day and invited me to go along so I could just get away from them and such.

I don't know if it's just me, but I have a messed-up family. We're not communicating effectively, and my sister is rebellious to a major fault. I just need some time to cool down before I can go back and face her - and my dad - again.
Sorry to bore you with my problems. Just needed to get past these tears of frustration.

Title: Creatures of the Night
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13 for scary scary vampires! *hiss* Oh, and a bit of romance, hooray ;)
Pairing: John/Graham, with a mention of Michael/TerryJ
Warnings: crack, total AU, vampires, etc etc
Summary: John and Graham meet on a London rooftop.
Author's Note: rayshell22 and I were swapping ideas when she suggested, and I quote, “a John/Graham AU fic where the Pythons are good-hearted, non-angsty vampires.” I twisted it a teensy bit (you’ll see why), but it felt good to get back to old school vampirism. Not like the rubbish we see today in our bookstores. >w< Enjoy!




Sure, it has its limitations. No more watching the sunrise; looking the other way whenever he happens past a church; being wary of deli sandwiches, lest they contain any garlic; avoiding mirrors; the works.

But oh, is it worth it.

Moonlit walks along the night's Plutonian shore. Feeling as though you could gather all the stars into your hand. Seeing that dark, frail beauty that only things of the night possess.

Like Graham.

This particular evening, John finds him atop a nondescript building, toting a glass of gin in one hand and a book in the other. It completely escapes John how he could read when h e had the wondrous landscape of London town before him. A marvel of moonlight, headlights, and lamplight, glowing orange like fireflies on every corner and in the river.

John's come to appreciate fireflies with his new perspective on life. They never choose to have a bio luminescent bum, but they glow anyway.

"What's that you're reading?" The cool wind feels pleasant on his pale cheek.

"Rubbish," Gray replies casually before tossing it over his shoulder. John sees an apple reflected on the cover before it drops into a shadow. "By the way, what happened with Mike and Terry?"

"Put it this way - now they're both 'howling mad' for each other." John can't help but grin at such uplifting knowledge.

Graham turns and returns the smile, his teeth glinting and his arms outstretched. "Excellent! Now we just need to turn Eric and Gilliam into pixies and let them have at it."

Their bright, strong laughter rings in the air as John strides forward into the embrace, taking the opportunity to lift his friend off the ground and spinning him around a few times. Having fun despite their...ahem, lifestyle is always high on their priority list.

All sorts of fun.

Setting him down but still holding him close, John closes his eyes and lets the remainder of his senses absorb what they can of Graham. He smells like the cozy warmth of home and the gin he's been drinking; the alcohol they don't need to drink anymore, but Graham does it just to fill his blood with a flavor that drives John crazy.

Speaking of which...John feels Graham's mouth moving down his neck, testing the waters. The glass of gin seems to have mysteriously disappeared, for the hand that was holding it is fiddling absentmindedly with John's open collar.

"Oh, must we? Here?"

Graham gives no answer, just dropping a kiss on the usual spot and lapping at it with the tip of his tongue.

"Oi!" John pulls his head back roughly, giving him a stern look.

Graham looks back at him, wide-eyed and innocent. "But I thought we were celebrating!"

"We are, it's just..." John glances at their surroundings. "Is a dingy rooftop in downtown London the ideal place to celebrate?"

Graham smiles sheepishly. "Guess not."

"Shall we go somewhere, then? My place, yours...?"

"Let's go to your place. Some kids egged mine during the day!"

"How rude!" They were teasing each other now. "So much for respecting your elders."

"Indeed." They smile at each other once more...

...and then the change starts.

It's not the most elegant way to travel, true, but John loves it. No awkward arms or legs to deal with; just you and your heart and the wind beneath your wings. It's wonderful.

Bats aren't the most beautiful creatures, either. But John is able to look at Graham and still recognize him as such. Bats normally don't have adorable baby blue eyes as well, as far as he knows.

The moonlight leads them on to their destination and beyond. The starlight glitters as their hearts beat as one.

The night blesses and guards those who would use her magic for the ones they love.