Secret Diaries of a Fangirl

"Have you ever heard of the hour of the wolf? My father told me about it. It's the time between 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning. You can't sleep, and all you can see is the troubles and the problems and the ways that your life should've gone but didn't. All you can hear is the sound of your own heart. I've been living in the hour of the wolf for seven days, Lyta. Seven days. The wolf and I are now on a first-name basis. In times like this, my father used to take one large glass of vodka before bed. To keep the wolf away, he said. And then he would take three very small drinks of vodka, just in case she had cubs while she was waiting outside. It doesn't work."
—Susan Ivanova


I've been living it since I finished the test on 11:50. And there are thirteen more hours ahead of me. Maybe it will be ok. Maybe I will go to solve my school troubles a victor, having passed the test and finish what is left of my studies. Maybe not. Maybe I will end up wishing I could turn back time. Maybe I will wish I wasn't so old. Maybe I will be drifting. Thirteen more hours. The wolf is waiting.

Lately I've been wondering about two, well, three important issues:

1/ is English word order applicable to mathematics in order to explain it to students, who have inflective language as the first language

2/ why is the word "boner" so attractive to people

3/ where exactly are J/C fic authors wrong with the dickage
( and the winner is... )

End of today's wisdom.

Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
If I repeat this a lot of times I'd start believing it.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.
Describe person or place of your choice does not mean to squee about the Doctor in 500 words.

Ok, because it is time of exams, I need to clean my mind...

a/ The Dream
I had a dream last night. Cameron and Chase were getting married on sixth floor of some posh hotel. The elevator was out of order. House, wearing tuxedo, was sitting on the chair in the reception hall and was playing with his cane, crafty smile on his face. Cuddy was out of her mind and kept on calling the elevator company and in the moments she wasn't calling them, she was threatening House that he would attend the wedding even if she had to carry him on her back the whole six floors. Wilson was sitting on the chair next to House. He was desperately trying to look serious, but kept on chuckling and exchanging amused looks with House every time Cuddy was phoning with her back towards them.


b/ The Day-dream
I have a picture in my mind. The Doctor takes Jack to see the supernova. For those who seen Doomsday - yes that supernova. For those who didn't - well, nice violet supernova. They are standing at the TARDIS door, looking at it and Jack takes Doctor's hand in his. They look at each other, realising all they lost, all the goodbyes and the ends and the things they will never have because they are both too different. Then Jack gently kisses the Doctor. They still have each other.


c/ The Hair
My hair are screwed up...I wanted a season nine Scully hairstyle and ended up with shorter version of Gwen's hairdo...I hate fringe.

d/ Fear
I am terribly afraid of the exams...my mind keeps escaping. I was sleeping Friday 3pm to Saturday noon. That is very wrong. An escape from reality...