Ugh, so I'm not good at keeping this up. Ah well.
Things are still busy here, class and (trying to) work. Not to mention knitting (or trying to). Plus, I'm not good at these big post type-a-dealies.
Off of school this week, thank goodness! My buddy Sonya's off work this week now, so that means a lot of knitting time, can't wait!
The Rose is going well, I'm about 1/3 done with what I want to add on, but the rounds are still getting bigger as time goes on. About to start a Clapotis soon, can't wait! :D

Anyways, there's a point here, kinda.
Had a weird dream last night. I was sitting infront of the laptop, watching youtube videos and happened across a preview for the next season of Doctor Who. Anyways, I thought about it and it's kinda scary considering the characters. I'm thinking of turning it into a plot and fiddling around with it, but that's not taking into account the two major flaws I have as a writer, which are,
a) Plot feasability
b) Character development (or anything to do with characters, much less established ones)

Regardless, here's what I got so far...


Darkness. Nothing but darkness. Never ending darkness.

Lights flickered on in the corners, slowly humming into life. They buzzed and hummed loudly, clicking unevenly every few moments. They stood at the edges of a large, industrialized building with concrete walls. Void of windows, save for those near the top to vent the machines that were long since past. Moisture seeped inside, and the screeches of rats and cockroaches haunted the desolate building. Spider webs glistened in the light of the improvisation industry lights. The beams were focused on the center of the room, where a handful of people were set.
A few sparse body guards, heavily armed, stood before the doors. In the center sat a man who was bound and gagged to a steel chair, his arms locked to a bar across his shoulders, attached to a loose chain that was secured to the floor. The lights shined across the containment field around the chair. Stepping out of the shadows, a woman paced in front of the beaten man in a suit.
"Is something wrong today? You seem rather quiet..." she jested, disabling the field with a remote and ripping the gag from his mouth. He chocked and sputtered as she giggled. "Your ploys are useless here, you can't leave this place."
The man made no effort to move from his position as she walked back and forth in front of him. He seemed to lack the effort, or perhaps he just had the wisdom to know that violence was useless. He sat in the chair, an empty shell after the long days, the long months in the dark room.
"Stand now, Time Lord." The woman kicked the chair out from under him, causing him to fall to his knees. "We have a guest today..."
Wonder and horror spread across his face then. The woman had already paraded his friends before him, anyone she could get her grubby little hands on. They were all tortured and bruised, shown to him to try and persuade him to talk. He seemed unable to think of anyone that she could use against him now.
With a casual wave of her hand, the guards at the door before her moved aside. The one pressed a small button on the keypad at the door, and it started to rise.
The metal door cranked and whined as it rose, the pulls above it lifting the old door where any new machines would be pulled into the factory. The light outside was blinding in the dark room as three figures came into focus.
Three men walked in. The two on either end were similar in stature to the body guards, and held themselves in the same manner. One kicked the man in the middle, who was bound just like the man already in the center of the room. The three proceeded in, the middle man dragging his feet, barely able to keep in step as they came into clear sight.
"And so you meet once again," the woman said, her voice slipping into a sing-song tone and showing her pure glee in the moment. "The Doctor and the Master."

I'm thinking this can be quite scary. Someone that's risen to power, has the Doctor captive, and has brought back and/or managed to contain the Master?
It's probably too much of a stretch. Any opinions?

*fiddles fingers*

This is kinda how I feel right now:


(Nicked from CAPSLOCK TARDIS, crazy community.)

Argh, I'm feeling like that today. What follows is a long, rambling post in which you only need to read the first two sentences in order to understand the three-foot long paragraph.

Swing dancing... Yeah. So the cute guy in my business on the web class handed me a flier for free swing dancing lessons on Friday. You must understand, this is the third cute guy even near my age to even smile at me in my entire life! The first dumped me after realizing I wouldn't put out after a month and the second talked to me all of twice before falling off the face of the earth. To be fair, there was that Matt bloke, but he's relatively crazy. Borderline even. I've had ten times that in creepy stalker old men.
Anywho, swing dancing. Interesting. Got lost, got there late. Cute guy was surprised to see that I showed up, probably less surprised to see that I sucked at dancing. But that was alright, he got me caught up on what I missed. :)
So the lessons went on. The girls kept moving down the line after each step, and I got three different creepy old men who each tried spinning me a different way. It was mostly old guys out with their wives, but a few were alone. Creeps. After the lessons they opened it up to open swing dancing. As usual, I sat in a dark, lonely corner while no one asked me to dance save for a few creepy old guys.
Cute guy asked me to dance, and man was he smooth. Rambled on a bit about being a mechanic and tripping over his own feet when he started dancing. He's a sweetie, honestly. I keep wanting to call cute guy Jason. Ahahaha. His name is Paul. *idiot me*
Two seconds after the song ended he said thanks and ran off to dance with yet another girl. Mr. Smooth danced with everyone. He waved goodbye mid-dance when I left. I think I'm getting mixed signals here. >< Any opinions?

Feeling kinda achy today and generally blah overall. Had a nice visit with Jenny, got stuck in TONS of traffic, and tried about ten different ways of lacing up my new shoes. Robin took me and Mom out to dinner, which was generally rubbish. Whenever I'm working or at school, they go to some fancy diner or cool new roadhouse that we've never been to. Whenever I'm home, we ALWAYS go to the same family diner. It's nice, and I love that he's taking us out to dinner, don't get me wrong. I'm in a rubbish mood as it is anywho, don't mind me.


Anyways. That's my rant for the day, sorry 'bout the length.