Oh. My. God. No, Part II (:Electric Bugaloo, obvs)

So, I just wrote the title for this post before I started the post. As soon as I wrote the non-word "obvs" I was horribly disgusted with myself (I'm torn because I abhor American youth culture's glorified mangling of the English language, yet I'm desperate to feel like I'm still connected to said culture (Jonas Brothers Rock!; see how youthful I am?) so I don't suffer the depression of getting old and out of touch and am thus compelled to employ such terrible word mutilations, but, then again, who am I, user of the nested parentheses and extreme run-on sentences, to criticize the language skills of others? (Wow, I've clearly been hitting the GFY a bit hard today)) . And yet, I'm still kind of pleased with it...so it stays.

Wow. And this was supposed to be a post about Doctor Who. Right, so after mulling over "The Stolen Earth" with it's potentially horrifying ending, and after taking into consideration the thoughts of someone less prone to hysterics than myself, I can see that there is very likely a Big Fat Reset Button coming somewhere in the next episode. Thank gods.

Anyway, just days shy of my 26th birthday I've apparently finally developed some degree of self control because instead of watching the finale the first moment I had a chance after downloading it yesterday, I did my homework. The pleasant result being that my homework is now done. I suppose I'm off to watch the episode now, with bated breath, natch.