Hey, I'm Helen, or Lenny. I'm 20, a junior Psyc Major/ Spanish Minor at Whitman College. This fall though, I'm living in Viña del Mar, Chile, studying at La Pontificia Universidad Católica de Valparaíso. I'm a MASSIVE ÑOÑA (NERD) and post whatever the frack I feel like. Yup. That is all.
Oh, the cat up there is Loki. He's ten. (We named him ten years ago, long before the recent Marvel movies. Calm down.) And he's... special. Loud, not very bright. But fuzzy and loving! And likes to keep me from my reading, as you can see.
I’ve been watching Doctor Who since the first weeks of the new series.
I was only twelve at the time, and completely oblivious, so my eighteen year old brother sat me down to watch “Rose” and “The End of the World.” Needless to say, it was the best thing EVER.
I have this really vivid memory of jumping up and down on my parents’ bed and gushing to them. ”And in the trailer! In the next one! There’s Charles Dickens! And Ghosts!”
I have loved it always, but for many years I wasn’t very good at being up to date. The first episode with Tenn that I saw was “The Idiot’s Lantern,” and I remember asking my sister, “Is his hair always like that?” Every change over the years brought panic and dread, and excitement and wonder.
It wasn’t until just as Tenn was ending that my love for the show kicked up from casual fan to obsessive fanatic. Ask my friends. Or look around my room at my multiple posters, hand-crocheted 9-11 dolls, home-made TARDIS Pillow, home-made TARDIS backpack, dvds, shirts…
I could rant for hours about the wonders of Doctor Who. Suffice it to say, I live and breathe Doctor Who.
I spazzed for over an hour after the trailer aired last night. I have almost survived the hiatus. So close.