FUCK YEAH I'M BLOGGING

Hey!  Hey guys!  Hi there!  Remember me?  I'm your friendly neighborhood blogger, Colleen.  I lunched with my dear friend Jhole this weekend, and she reminded me that I have a blog hadn't blogged in awhile.  So then I decided to look back on my previous blogging, and fell in love with myself all over again.  So I thought I'd throw some more words at you, because I know you've all missed me so much.  However, bedtime approaches, so let's not get crazy.

1) It's always best for me to get my current obsession out of the way with the first bullet point, so here goes: Doctor Who.  I know guys.  It's one of my geekier obsessions.  But I don't even care, because it is SO GOOD.  It's been in my Netflix instant queue for awhile, because I just had a sneaky suspicion that anything that had such a monstrously huge fanbase, and featured skinny British geniuses saving the world, would probably be my undoing. Especially given my recent obsession with Sherlock, which is very much tied to Doctor Who for Stephen Moffat reasons that nobody cares about.  Anyway, I was overwhelmed by the billions of seasons of the show, and didn't know where to start.  But then my friend and yours, Lauren Bernardo, solved that problem for me by having Leah and I watch The Eleventh Hour, the first episode of the newest Doctor's reign.  Matt Smith is the newest Doctor, and holy craaaaaaaap I am in love with him.  It really took me by surprise.  Though it really shouldn't have.  And I love his companions, Amy and Rory Williams/Pond, though we are rapidly approaching the fall of the Ponds and OH MY GOD NOBODY CARES BUT I CAN'T STOP CARING.  It's great.  Whatever.  Here's a picture:

"If we're going to die, let's do it looking like a Peruvian folk band."

For the record I got way to carried away google imaging for that one, and now I've got all sorts of stuff to share with Leah.

2) I think I may be dying.  What kind of deadly disease could it be if you burp a lot?  I've never been a burper, can't even do it on command, so I don't really know what to do with myself now.  And I feel like I once read that burping is an unexpected side effect of, like, a heart attack, or brain hemorrhage, or parkinson's disease, or something.  We shall see.

3)  It's fall!  I love fall!  It's so pretty and smells good and Ican eat soups and casseroles all the time.  Fall!

4)  Ever since Labor Day, I have lost all concept of what day of the week it is.  I have no idea when or where I am, or where I'm supposed to be, at any given time.  But oddly enough it has made my Mondays suck less.

5)  New TV starts soon/has already started.  i made up my regular comprehensive TV schedule.  I'm not sure there's that many new shows I'm interested in, but I am definitely happy to see the return of some oldies but goodies.  Whyyyyyy do I have to wait until October for American Horror Story?!

Eh, I've run out of things, at the moment.  Had to make 2-5 short to make up for 1.  Who am I kidding, I lost interest after 1.  Anyway, it's bedtime for all the little Colleens in the world, so we'll have to continue this later.  But I will!  I swear!  The trickiest part is breaking back into it after a long absence.  But here I am, and here, hopefully, I shall return.  Shortly.

Goodnight.