I am many things. A writer, a singer, a person who will use any excuse to dress up, much more. Of those things, a characteristic I am most proud of, is that I am a brilliant finagler.
My ability to procure what I seek is almost legendary. I am The Seeker. (The black female version…Seeker 3.0)
Despite this, even I was astonished when I procured, this bad boy.
On November 23rd, “Day of the Doctor” the tell all be all for Whovians everywhere, I, Sydney Adams, managed to find tickets to a 3D showing.
For seventeen sweet sweet dollars.
I went through several sold-out movie theaters, because when you don’t have BBC One, or an American equivalent, or patience, you have to finagle.
I imagine Whovians everywhere are mourning the loss of Matt Smith/celebrating the Newbie/emotionally damaged after what occurred. I was listening to the radio and I nearly had a heart attack turning the volume down, because I heard someone talking about what, “The Doctor has been running from…”DUM DUM DUMM!
Don’t spoil it for me, I haven’t seen it yet.
Anyway, to celebrate Doctor Who in my own way, I decided to post my first feelings on Doctor Who from almost a year ago from this day. I wasn’t always the fan I used to be. I used to be indifferent. Now, all I can think about it how I have nothing to wear.
I wore this for the Deathly Hallows Part Two 12:00am premiere.
Also the Times Square Exhibition. Yes, I have problems. Harry Potter ain’t one a dem.
*sniff sniff* We’re just so happy. (Also, say hi to Summer, the muse of the following section.)