Greta's TARDIS:

Wednesday June 23rd

I knew that David Tennant (DT) was getting on a train to go from Warrnambool to Melbourne, and we were getting on a train for a class trip. But he was in first class so I decided to pretend I was in first class too. I was in my WCOLL uniform and I went to the front of the train (which was the back?) and the train seats were like the onces the WEC had except with higher backs. I sat in the row in front of DT (to be subtle or something? idk) and made up some excuse to turn around and call out to my friend Mellisa (who I haven’t seen in years) that I had a spot for her in first class. So while she was coming down from the other carriage I sort of made a passing look at DT and we made eye contact and I said “Hi”, and he just glared at me and went back to reading whatever.

So my feelings were a bit hurt. Bad DT.

Anyway, Mellisa came down and sat with me and then some undefined skanky cake-face type girls came into first class cos the other carriages were full, and the only 3 spare seats were next to DT (cos for some reason the seats were in groups of four) and they sat next to him and were all like, “oooh, aren’t you some misc famous guy?” and he was like “*sigh* Yes, I am misc famous guy” and they were like “OMGG LETS GET PHOTOS WITH HIM, OMGG WILL YOU SIGN THIS” and I was like ._____. because they didn’t know who he was, and also I was building up to that by being SUBLTE and also nice.

But after seeing him so agitated with the cakefacers, I didn’t want to ask him myself. So when we got to his stop, he up and left.

Leaving me sadface.