That's it. I'm a Time Lord. · 4:55am Feb 1st, 2014
So, my mother picks me up from my aunt's house (who picks me up from school on Friday), and naturally, I've been holding in all of my emotions (I'm very quiet at school), so I just start blabbering about how Weird Al Yankovic is going to be in tomorrow's episode and blah blah blah Amy Keating Rogers and Pinkie Pie (is hooked on a feeling [get that reference, and I'll send you a cookie])...
Unsurprisingly, my mom gets irked. Then she tells me she hopes I don't grow up to be like a girl at the daycare she works at who annoys the crud out of her. She then proceeded to describe her.
She doesn't drive and always needs rides to work.
I'm scared of driving and almost don't even plan on driving anytime soon.
She loves comic books.
Seriously, you should see my gallery of comic books. Thanks to my older half brother.
She always hints at what she wants instead of just asking.
I... totally don't do that. Neeeope. Not at all. Heh heh. Heh.
She works at the same daycare my mother does.
I can see myself in about a year working at the daycare.
She has blonde hair.
I have blonde hair.
She's crazy and annoying.
Okay, I'll admit it, I'm crazy and annoying (not on purpose).
So, I have come to a conclusion.
In approximately five years, I will be visited by the Doctor himself and find that I am actually his daughter. Then I will inherit my own timey-wimey detector, Sonic Screwdriver, and T.A.R.D.I.S., and I, being totally clueless on how to use these things, will transport myself back to this current time of January 2014, losing my memory and applying for a job at the daycare my mother works at.
Then I will spend all my money on comic books, not drive, and carpool everywhere.
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