Does Not Compute...

I have a mere week and a few days left of Summer Vacation. I still have to finish my freaking Math Packet...
I get the concept of it, but then what's the point of the whole month of review that we do when we start class?
I also have to finish reading The Book Thief, which is fantastic.
But I have two other books I got from the library like a month ago..... They're sending me emails saying how much I owe them in late fees. It's a problem.
Sixteen Candles and Monty Python and The Holy Grail are two of the funniest things I've watched all summer.
I'm spending my slowly dwindling days of freedom blogging, watching JennaMarbles, and listening to Whitney Houston.

I honestly don't think I'm ready for high school. It's the whole getting lost thing. All the other middle schools in our district have at least two floors and are twice as big and have each been redone completely at least three times, but not ours. Nope. One floor and puny. The town wouldn't even give them enough money to repair all the things that are broken like heating and windows and not removing asbestos and that stuff. They say they need more classrooms because they have teachers sharing rooms and traveling by cart, which is bull because there aren't more than 20 kids in each class. Just combine a few classes and lay off a teacher or two, maybe the ones who didn't teach Math but instead showed students YouTube videos all day (True Story and the reason I can't do the math packet without help from Panseh, because she went to a math camp.)

I like writing and blogging and YouTube, and I was thinking it would be a good idea to get my own laptop for high school. Everyone complains about how long I'm on the computer, doing schoolwork and such.
So I'm searching the Apple website because we are strictly a Mac household. This is what happened.

MacBook Air Page is all like, "You want a basic 11 inch MacBook with no extra memory or attachments besides the charger and built in applications? Mmmmm 'kay. That'll be a thousand dollars."
So I'm all like, "C'mon Mac! I'm choosing you over PC! Couldn't ya offer me something a little less expensive?"
And it's all like, "Well I can give you the same thing just preowned! That'll still be about nine hundred bucks."
And so my brain goes, "ERROR. ERROR. DOES NOT COMPUTE."

My God! I am going into ninth grade and the only job I have is doing laundry. And I don't even get paid for that.
My dad works for a state university, so that somehow gives him a student discount on Apple Products, but that's still a metric butt ton of money.

Anyone wanna donate? 

This... Is... Serious. THE DOCTOR IS REALLY REAL.

Alright, I know I promised a post that wasn't about Doctor Who...... But I have to do this so bear with me.
My history teacher assigned a project. A class timeline; each student gets a different topic. He assigned me the Gold Rush of 1848, starting at Sutter's Mill near Sacramento, California. We used our history books. In my section was this picture. (I found this one on Google Images, but it's the same one)

There is also a close up of the second man from the right. I noticed that he looks particularly similar to the 9th Doctor, played by Christopher Eccleston in 2005...

Now, I know the picture is blurry. I took it with my old phone, but my new one takes great pictures. Tomorrow I will bring my history book home and take a better picture. Either tomorrow or over the weekend, I promise I'll post it!
And now for a comparison:

So we can all agree that I'm not crazy?
The Doctor is real?
I mean, come on. I FOUND HIM IN A REAL HISTORY BOOK.

The Doctor Dances?

Sooooo fellow internet trolls........ Today we threw my mom a surprise party for her milestone birthday!
It all went swimmingly, in the time it took her to watch my brother's baseball game we set up the entire back yard and got 50 people over. She had no idea, and it was hysterical. Earlier this morning, she was grumbling about how my dad had a day off and didn't get anything done. I almost peed myself laughing, because on his day off we were driving back and forth across town getting things like tiki torches.
I turned Pandora on, I was dancing like a flower child in my maxidress. Oh, one her friend's daughter told me I looked like Taylor Swift!
I had a sudden urge to do the drunken giraffe dance. Observe.

I did that for the end of the song that was playing. Then the next song that came on was "Crazy Little Thing Called Love".
That's the song that the Doctor dances to in the video up above.
Coincidence?
"Never ignore a coincidence. Unless you're busy."
                ~ The Doctor in 'The Pandorica Opens'

Just Listen.

I have been geeking a lot recently. There has literally not been a single second of the day when my mind has not been occupied by thoughts of Doctor Who; from my teacher being the Doctor to what will happen to the Ponds and RIVER RIVER RIVER.
It's borderline psychosis. When I get into obsessive periods like this, it's bad. Sometimes I feel this deep need to do something and if I don't do it I get dizzy and nauseous and I start shaking. It's not even always something I have to do, I just need Doctor Who. It's an intense craving I cannot ignore. I just have to see or hear or read something. I feel like I'll cry if I don't, and I can't figure out why.
My theory is that my house is full of Silences. Through post hypnotic suggestion, these creepy little bastards have whipped my mind into a frenzied state of paranoia. This week, I've been feeling followed. I swear to Gallifrey, there has been someone following me when I take walks to just think upon what's been happening. I hear something and turn around, and nobody is there. At home, I keep forgetting why I ran madly into this room or why I am just so out of breath. I've also noticed that I always someone wind up holding a weapon (lightsaber/Nerf gun/sword/really cool wooden old west type gun I found in the woods one day). This all fits with my theory that I am Melody Pond/River Song, but we can talk about it later. My Best Friends Are Freaks knows aaaaaaallll about that. I'm just so completely obsessed, I think it's a problem.
In the reality that I refuse to believe has nothing to do with aliens, this is probably all in my head so don't worry for my physical safety, the most I'm in danger of is walking into something. As for my mental safety........ Shut up.
So here is what I've been putting on repeat for the past hour. Probably the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and it's about River so that makes it okay.

HA!

I'M NOT CRAZY!
THIS PROVES EVERYTHING.
My teacher is the Doctor. I see Captain Jack Harkness on a regular basis.
The number 11 is still following me, but there's gotta be a reason....
But HA. HA HA. HA, thecrackintimeandspaceisreal.......
So that's also kinda scary........
Sorry if my nerdy posts as of late have been weirding all my non-nerds out.
Here's the link to an article, and then a picture. The crack is real!!!

It's not fake. It's not 'shopped.' It is real.
It's a picture from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope.

To all those who questioned my sanity **coughcoughBRITTANYcoughcough**
YOU CAN ALL GO GET ERASED FROM EXISTENCE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME.

But not really because then I wouldn't have anyone to read my blog..........

Oh, and when I was watching Torchwood earlier I realized that Gwen's boyfriend's last name is Williams. And he has died once, in a manner of speaking (murdered in an alternate timeline, abandoned by them closing the Rift once again).
Is Rhys related to Rory?
There should be a fanfiction crossover where they team up and their main goal is to shoot anyone who Tweets #YOLO because they have both L-ed more than O.

The Doctor and The Face of BOE (Board Of Ed, that is)

This is gonna be a short post because it's late, but it needed to be said. I will go into to detail soon, probably tomorrow because I get new evidence almost every day.
So...... Here we go.
I think my history teacher is The Doctor.
A 900 year old (approximately) Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey, although the planet was lost in the Time War.
I have good reason. Ask my friends. I AM NOT CRAZY!!!!! (**Hint hint: if you ask my friends, they will tell you I AM crazy**)
At first (like, the first day of school), I just thought that because he looked like him. He looks very 11th Doctor; hair, eyes, ears, face shape, height. The only thing different is his nose, which is very 10th Doctor.
But then I started making connections.
He is my history teacher. The Doctor is a time traveler.
He is the best history teacher I've ever had.

Everything- everything- he owns is TARDIS blue, water bottle, lunch box, rain jacket, folders, mousepad.

He comes to school and then puts his tie on, suggesting that he was previously wearing a bowtie. Because bowties are cool.
PAUSE: I just filled a two liter Sprite bottle with water because I was too lazy to find a clean cup. Buckle in guys, this is gonna be intense.
PLAY

 He acts like the Doctor; the way he talks and walks and uses hand gestures.

He SOUNDS like the Doctor. I looked up Matt Smith's (the British actor who plays the 11th Doctor) American accent, and I screamed -then peed- because it was his exact voice. And then of course the next day I asked him to do a British accent (he quoted The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams- BEST EVER) and it was an exact match.

He always assigns projects and has them due on the 11th of the month.

He assigned us a book called "The Killer Angels". It has no actual connection to The Weeping Angels from Doctor Who that are Killer (the book is about the Battle of Gettysburg), but it's the association that counts.
The best part is, I can't even remember the long lists of stuff I was going to write.
This leads me to believe that he is here tracking down The Silence.

I also think my Spanish teacher is one of the original companions, my science teacher is a Slitheen, my math teacher is a Sontaran, and I keep seeing Captain Jack Harkness downtown near what I believe to be a Torchwood Hub in America.
I may or may not need a psychiatrist. But at least Brittany from mybestfriendsarefreaks.tumblr.com can vouch for me about Captain Jack and Phlobes from thegirlwiththebigblueblog.blogspot.com can tell you about Mr. Doctor Teacher. After all, he's what that blog is about........
Don't even get me started about my Eleven conspiracy. (Actually, do. That'll make an interesting post...)

But yeah.
I'm gonna go write a poem about River Song now.