I’ve just watched The End of Time and The Eleventh Hour.

At first when The End of Time ended I was like weeping and screaming THE OOD SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL BUT THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING I DON’T WANT MATT GIVE ME MY DAVID BACK JDHLAFUIOAWEGYFTHJFBGAJKLBHJDGSVKLFJ and then I was like MATT DON’T BE STUPID THE POLICEWOMAN IS AMY POND and then I thought Rory looked funny and then I understood the whole “raggedy” thing and then I was like MOFFFATTTTTTTTTT because I don’t like all this change with a new theme song/opening credits and a new doctor and a new companion and a new sonic screwdriver and a new TARDIS and then I was like DANG THAT WAS A DRAMATIC SEASON PREVIEW and then I got on Tumblr to tell you all about it.

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WEEPING ANGELS ARE SCARY AS SHIT AND YAY JACK IS BACK AND SHIT THAT GUY’S A TIMELORD AND HE TOOK THE FUCKING TARDIS DAMMIT MASTER COME BACK WITH THAT THING DON’T LEAVE THEM THERE AND I CAN’T FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS BECAUSE I HAVE TO SLEEP BECAUSE MY MOM SAYS SO BUT FRICKINDAMMIT I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SLEEP ASJDFHUIAWHYEGLASHDFHAWGEYWUIYAGDHDYWGERYUFKJSDGFYGJKFAGJSGDWYETRYADGFAHDWU.

I had an actual Tennant Tuesday today.

My English teacher showed us two different film adaptations of the Ghost’s speech in Hamlet, and one of them was the David Tennant version.

And.

I.

DIED.