So, if you are a Whovian you know what this title means. I'll be rambling about the Doctor. Eleventh Doctor, to be precise. Yes. I'm a nerd. Sort of.
Am I going to start each post with "so"? Quite possibly. That's not important. This is important::
Another obvious thing is that I'll fall in love with each and every reincarnation {Um. Can I call regenerationed Doctor that?} of Doctor that comes along, apparently. There's no helping me. I've seen him dance.
In case you were wondering, this song is here because:: "I waved my hands and flapped about..." I'm pretty sure she's seen Eleven dance, which then inspired this song.
[pic found here:: x]
And here's a little song he could dance to::
The Doctor is magical, wonderful, tragic.
He's scary, amazing, merciful, and wary.
He runs, he solves, he saves, he lies.
He fights, he smiles and rarely cries.
He does all these things with style,
always wearing a cool hat or bow tie.
He loves the universe, but most of all his friends.
He'll give the bad guys a second chance.
But not everyone can be saved,
especially when it's the choice they've made.
So the Doctor bears his weight through space,
carries his guilt in a blue boxed suitcase.
It travels with him wherever he goes,
Time can be rewritten, but more often it's not.
I think I'll leave it at this. For now.
xoxo

