"So, my blog just got about 250 followers and its only been three weeks since its started. Is that good, or am I just not used to having anyone notice me?" I'm on the phone with my best friend of four years, Ruth.
"No, I think that's pretty good so far, considering there are so many blogs. Has he seen it yet?" I run a fan blog about; guess who? Benedict Cumberbatch (duh.) And lately I've been hoping for him to see it, considering its about all I do when I'm not at school or at a friends place. I've had a serious Benediction for about a month and a half now.( I know it doesn't sound like a long time, but it feels like an eternity.)
"Well, no. But at least Matt Smith noticed that picture I sent him of that drawing of him!" I laugh, "Benny will see it soon, I know it."
"Keep dreaming, girlie. He has so many fans, your chances of meeting him are practically nonexistent. But hey at least we can figure out how to clone people soon. I have people for that..." her voice trails off and it can help but question the possible relationship of a 16 year old girl and a 37 year old man who is completely rich, famous, beautiful, and posh. It does not seem like I'd be an eligible mate.
'nice to dream.' I think to myself. "Okay Ruth, I have to go. I'm too tired to keep my eyes open anymore. Goodnight." Lately, I've been having the most freaky dreams where I'm in some other place, I'm someone else.
