I Know I Ramble

I called my bestie of fifteen years last night, as I mentioned in yesterday's post briefly, and we talked for about ten minutes before she had to run off for a meeting.  In this short amount of time I updated my bestie A on all nerdy things I've been obsessed with recently.

Let me take you back to middle school Jess for a few moments.  I've always been a reader, and when I found Harry Potter some where around the sixth grade I became obsessed.  My obsession was....well, I was a crazy fangirl now that I think about it.  I've never labeled myself as a fangirl of something before, but looking back, that is definitely the term that needs to be used.  I was so obsessed with the books and movies and everything related to the Harry Potter culture that it's kind of embarrassing.  Bestie A was there through it all.  She listened to me ramble on and on about my theories (because remember, the series wasn't finished at this time) while we rode the bus to school in the morning.

I've definitely calmed down a lot since freshman year of high school.  But I still ramble about nerdy stuff.  I ramble a lot in general.

Last night A heard all about Torchwood and my condensed thoughts on season three and four (because I just have so much to say about each of these seasons).  And how I cried about Tosh and Owen and had a fit about Ianto.  Actually, the whole Torchwood conversation happened because I mentioned something about how attached I get to characters.

In the middle of talking I realized what I was doing and told A that I was sorry for rambling but she just laughed and I continued talking.

I know I ramble.  I know not all my friends like syfy stuff like I do, or get way too attached to characters. I get it.  But it's always nice to have someone who will let you ramble for hours minutes about these things because they know it's something you like.

I have a skype date with A tomorrow evening and I fully intend on finishing my thoughts on why I get so attached to characters...which will probably end up with another crash course in all things Torchwood and me trying to explain the vortex manipulator and why I find the blowfish so funny.