The BBC is just one big conspiracy PART 2

I've been reading rage comics all morning, so I can't promise that the quality of this post will be any good.
I HATE waking up abysmally early to wash my hair. I HATE it.
Erm, and before I continue with a continuation of yesterday's post, I'd like to make a REALLY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: Salamander and I started a band together. It's a trock band (Time Lord Rock). It's basically Doctor Who fan music. We're called Fish Fingers and Custard (he's Fish Fingers, I'm Custard). I've never been in a band before. I've always wanted to be in a band. And being in a fan-music band with Salamander=brb heaven k
*looks at more rage comics*
So, yesterday, I left off on the phone call, yes? Yes.
So... phone call. Yes. We talked about buckets of things-- mainly centered around Doctor Who, though-- and it was absolutely lovely. And then a wild Umbrella appeared and I had to get off the phone so I could hang with the kids that were actually there. Which is fine, you know, but I could have DAAAANCED ALL NIGGGGGHHHTTTT stayed talking to Salamander for ages more.
Anyway, that was fun, we gossiped about exciting things at HOGWARTS and at KoolBeenz High and then
A WILD UMBRELLA'S SISTER APPEARED
...with Auburn in tow.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have met the girlfriend of Salamander.
And... I wanted to die.
She's perfect. She's super, super pretty and I didn't talk to her much-- I was too busy cowering in fear and misery-- but she appears to be rather nice. She, too, calls Salamander by his last name. Seems like I'm the only person who calls him by his first name.
So, uh, yeah. Then those two left and I kind of had a bit of a breakdown. I was just standing rather dramatically under a combination of a streetlight and the moon and crying. A lot. AND NO ONE GOT WHY AND I DIDN'T TELL THEM although Umbrella knows how I feel, she totally should have known, yes?
Anyway. Yeah. I was... fine, though. Just kind of empty. Because looking at her and then also at Cashmere, I know that I am SO actually NOT his type. I'm nowhere near perfect enough.
Erm, then I had to go home and when I was just leaving, Sally texted me something and I texted him, "Well, I left, so see you next time. Next year."
AND THEN
ANDTHENANDTHENANDTHEN
Salamander said
(absolutely exact quote from text)
":'( I would hold more to talk with thee"
*dead*
YTHNGIVMFDBCGVIMHYBIKGH HE WANTS TO TALK TO ME
HE DOES HE DOES HE DOES
LIKE HE ENJOYS TALKING TO ME
AND HE WANTS TO TALK TO ME
Well *contented face* at least we're good friends. Good enough friends that we can talk.
So, uh, yeah. That was MY Saturday night.
Since then, I've been going to school, watching Doctor Who on Netflix Instant, reading rage comics for much longer than is healthy, and being in a band with Salamander.
*squee*
Oh, the BBC! I've just noticed that the BBC just re-uses its actors. So the only way you can get on a famous British show is by being on a famous British show. It's just a huge conspiracy-- you can't get in, you can't get out. Once you're in you NEVER LEAVE UNTIL YOU'VE BEEN ON EVERY SINGLE SHOW EVER.
A~yup.
KBYE
a point