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'

Torchwood Fanfics...

I am a writer and an insomniac. These two things go together quite well, seeing as I get most of my best ideas at obscenely late hours.
For example, a list of names.
I was trying to come up with a character's full name. I had Parker for a first name.
Luckily, I'm weird and have a notebook full of names (to be fair, it was originally because my cousin had a book of baby names and I liked a lot of them). Sooooo I chose a column of girls names and pointed to a random one for a middle name, then did the same with a list of cool last names that I just made.
So now my character is named Parker Alessandra Alban. She isn't just a random OC that I came up with for this example, she is the main character in my Doctor Who Fanfic Let There Be Light. But her father works for American Torchwood, so obviously the two will cross at some point.
I fully intend to do a series of stories about Parker and her father plus their Torchwood team as soon as I finish Let There Be Light and my Kingdom Keepers fanfic Mischief Night, which unfortunately had to be put on a temporary hiatus due to being busy.
I already have some ideas culminating.... The first fanfic will be called "Parts of a Machine", and will introduce each member of the team and how they got involved with Torchwood. It'll be very similar to the episode "Fragments", S:02EP:12.
The second will be called "Rifters", and explain how their rift is different from the one in Cardiff and some crazy stuff will happen.
So I'm blogging because I'm too lazy to get out of bed and write it down...........

w00t I win!

Soooooo I just got home from town hall. I was at an awards ceremony for a writing contest I entered awhile ago, my Language Arts teacher entered an essay I wrote in the beginning of the year. The contest was for fiction pieces and mine was not fiction..... but I won first place so anyone who has a problem with that can SUCK IT.
I am just so excited!!!
I figured I had won an honorable mention or something, because they receive about 3,000 entries for each contest. That means that your writing probably doesn't suck if you get an honorable mention. And I got first place for my age group!
WHAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Just for shits and giggles, ima compare the ceremony to a pageant. Ya'll are familiar with the show Toddlers and Tiaras, right? Gotta love TLC.
In a pageant, you don't want to be called up first. If you win first place in your division, that means nothing.
You wanna pull a Miss Ultimate Grand Supreme. Yes, that is the official title.
So you try your hardest and hope to be called last.
The ceremony:  I get there, find my name tag, and find my seat in the second row with fellow derp Phlobes over at http://thegirlwiththebigblueblog.blogspot.com/. We both entered. We were sitting there, laughing at how precious all the first graders in front of us were. They called up all the honorable mentions. Phlobes got one! She thought she was overdressed, but she was the only one from our grade so she looked awesome by herself.
I'm pretty sure we're all gonna be in the newspaper tomorrow.
I didn't get called. I just kinda sat blankly, and it didn't sink in till Phlobes said, "Gurl. That means you got first place!" And we did an epic high five.
LAAAAA!
I am just so happy! I got a $5 Barnes and Noble giftcard, a notebook with butterflies on it, and a pen.
Plus a framed certificate and a trophy WITH A GENIE LAMP ON IT.
Yeah.
Plus, there's another essay contest at the end of the month so I will definitely be entering that!
Wha! My teacher told me that in all her years of teaching (a loooong time), she's never had a student who has such a way with words. I love her so much, she's the best LA teacher I've had so far.
My next essay has to be 300 words or less. As in, LESS THAN A PAGE.
Most people would give a sigh of relief and say, "Whew! I don't have to write a lot!"
Where as I, upon reading the guidelines, thought "Nooooooo! That's so restrictive!"
I am an extremely verbose (read: wordy) writer. We recently wrote memoirs. The average length for most classes was 2-3 pages. Mine was 8.
I think I'm going to write about how reading helps you escape into another world for an hour. How you can travel the world, have a fight to the death, fall in love, or learn magic without leaving your chair.
Sound good?
I think so.

Happy Birthday Mom.....

My dear mother's birthday was on May 1st. Most people remember that date as MayDay, but I never have.
The way I remember it is Maypril Fool's Day.
Shut up.

For her birthday, she got possibly strep and pink eye.
JUST KIDDING. It was more like irritated, irate red eye. Her eye was swollen shut and her tears came out thick, brown, and yellow.
Her entire cornea was bright red.
It's still kinda orange now, but it's better.....
We're planning a surprise party for her, but I gotta say that is a pretty shitty way to spend a birthday.
So......
I LOVE YOU MOMMY!