(OI. MAFIAR. GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?
Yes, you're right. It's the special screening of 'The Impossible Astronaut' which I'm totally at because I can now legally apparate!
And it's my birthday. THAT MEANS PARTY TIEM.
I need an alot smiley! >.<
Anyways, seriously. Party. All... three... of us that are here. Which we can also do on FB and Tumblr. >.> WHO CARES?)
I snorted. "A puppy? Never! Too cute. If we want cute, maybe like a pygmy puff or something. I think a dinosaur is more likely. An Iguanodon. That'd be cool." I nodded slowly. Oh yes.
(gets distracted by Matt)
Then I noticed the calendar that apparently wasn't stuck in our Mafia Time Bubble. "Oh... my... storms.... THERE'S ONLY 19 DAYS TILL THE NEXT SEASON OF DOCTOR WHO. And it's my birthday. YAAAAAAAAY DOCTOR WHO. Yay for parties tht I now declare officially started for this whole week and will probably continue all the way up to the 23d! WOOHOO." I waved my wand triumphantly, as I was finally legal IRL, and retro-Harry Potter decorations appeared across the room, and the remenants of Christmas vanished. "We need more food!" I yelped and scurried off to the kitchen, where Dexter might possibly be. Or I'd just make myself some steak. Whatever worked. And fish-custard.
(I'll apologize now, Vurk, for the excessive Whovianness of this. I'm a bit obsessed. Hannah's not too far behind.