Gavin...why?

So...Pretend to be a Time Traveller Day was pretty bad, mostly because I don't know how to plan things with more than one person. It was just Leah A. and I, and together, our combined shyness made us walk around Downtown and do absolutely nothing. Well...we had some hot chocolate. And Leah went Christmas shopping. But not in character. I tried, initially, but it kind of petered out once we actually got off the subway and I felt too self-concious. I liked that people were looking at my bright yellow trenchcoat, but not enough to rush up to them and tell them to watch out for the cows...that's all I'm saying. I wanted to, somewhere deep inside, but I'm really more of a writer than an actor overall. Which is why I'm writing MY version of what ought to have happened. I blame Leah for it, because I never would have written it by myself, it feels too much like literary wanking. But...you'll see, eventually. I'm, like, on the sixth page and nothing has really happened. So...once I finish, I'll post it here, because I am definitely not so arrogant as to post it anywhere else (unlike a LOT of people I could mention. No I couldn't. I don't know their names. I could mention stories, though).

Um, what else, other than my crushing defeat at the hands of not having Marion and her impulsiveness with me yesterday? Well, I wrote TWO new songs this weekend! Two! That's more than one! One about Some asshole who has a death wish, AND the first song I have ever written on the piano, although it doesn't have any lyrics yet...Or a finished bridge... And the first song only has a concept and a chorus. But it got stuck in my head, so that's all right!

I will now post the poem (for my own benefit really, as I've shown everyone else already) that I wrote today. It is from the point of view of Ninth Doctor after the first episode if he was five years old. And Rose probably is too, so that it's not creepy. It's way funnier if you imagine Nine with his hands clasped nervously behind him, swaying to and fro as he recites it to Rose.

Rose, I think you are fantastic
You helped me defeat the plastic.
You swung down on them so bravely
Who'd have thought a human'd save me?
And if only you will stay
You'll make the lonely go away.

Awww. (Am I allowed to do that? 'Aww' my own poem? Ah, who cares.)

So, that's about it for now. I can't believe I'm STILL posting to LJ. Honestly.