Curiosity Killed the Cat

Before Le Grande Tidy Up commences here in my domain, I feel that it is my duty to update you on the mundane happenings of my life. Which is funny, because often when I actually have something of vague significance to update you on (something's happened, I'm actually in the zone, have something that would be fun to get off my womanly chest), it doesn't seem an 'appropriate' time. Like, oh, I'm too tired. I'll do it in the morning. I'll just finish watching this. Further proof that my life can only commence in all its procrastinationy glory when there is actually something better to do. Pretend for a minute that blogging about my life comes under the category of 'importance'.

So yes, a few of us went out last night (The Couple having been left behind, as fears of humiliation and rejection from the club would arise. Which would have been damn funny in my mind) to Arena; killing dancing heels at the ready, cat ears firmly in place. Pip felt odd walking through town in cat-costume (I use this term lightly, as ears and eyeliner whiskers barely count as an outfit), but I have to say, I feel very at ease in leopard guise. Perhaps a subconscious hint to purchase an animal print bomber jacket?! Perhaps not.
Don't get me wrong, it is nice to go out, and I certainly was looking forward to it, but the hurty feet and inevitable crap-hip-hop induced boredom tend to take their toll pretty quickly on me. Maybe booze would take the edge off, but as I find it difficult to justify buying a kitkat, I can't really see myself splashing the fictitious cash.
Just blanking out the enraged feminist in me for a second, it's terrible to admit, but I still find myself vying for male attention to boost my ego. I'm not in an intelligent mood, and even less in a philosophical one, but I can't pretend for a second that this isn't a major part of a night out. Pitiful, lame excuse for self esteem and respect. Which is precisely why I can mention it here.

9:20
In 9 year old frame of mind: made very yummy bread today. Worked out a lot better than I what I thought my gloopy dough would mutate into. Otherwise absolutely nothing done today. Nothing. Very nice day off, particularly after late night, but not looking too forward to being productive tomorrow. Got to go onto campus to give my CV in to the campus store, then onto personal tutor meeting, and then tag along to Egyptology. Three hour lecture (yes, rather glad I've dropped that), so voluntary - we'll see what it's like, and I can always leave part way through.

Right, ahaha. Pre-study blog write up. It's pretty hard to put down this veggie sausage, though (ooer); capital snack plan, cooking more than necessary for dinner. Fabulous accidental forward thinking there, Watson.
Anyway, just having a coffee to get myself in the working mood, then plan to sit for a bit and do some note-taking before tomorrow's lecture. Well, okay, there are two of them. More seminar-y actually, which is worse, because it more often than not requires student participation. So no glazed look while the lecturer drones on, suddenly it's 'discussion time' with regards to some topic like the introduction of peppers to Roman society. And it can actually induce sweaty palms.

See, lacking in coherence = major need for a caffeine fix. Oh, the justifications from procrastination. Seriously, that should be the tagline for my life. Maybe not a movie that distributors would want to pick up on, though...

Went along to a psychology experiment this afternoon, which, yet again, surprised me with it's weirdness. They somehow have this entirely undesirable effect on you, making you feel as dumb as a six year old, when all you're actually doing is pressing one out of two buttons. Remarkable. In a nutshell, this particular experiment consisted of two pictures, that were flashed in front of my eyes (one test picture, followed by a neutral picture), and I had to indicate the emotion of the person, the age, or the direction of their gaze. Which sounds simple enough, but when the face is flashed up for 1/4 of a second, and repeated, oh I don't know, a gazzilion times, your eyes start to get a little bored. In fact, mine kind of wanted to walk out of the room, leaving my mind stupidly singing and doing mental back flips. Yeah, did I mention that my concentration isn't exactly razor sharp?
But I won't complain, not when I'm handed £5. For sitting in front of a computer.

I've just thought, I forgot to go into main campus to pick up a paper - the latest edition of the campus paper is out, and my article should be in there. If it is, I'll be mortified and ridiculed by my housemates for being a witless, talentless hack, and if it's not, then that's what the editors of the paper think.

Myself and Pip went to the cinema on campus last night to watch Public Enemies. I will not go into the story on here, as my brain is finding it difficult to focus on intelligent conversation and, you know, words (the reaction that I get when a Shakira music video comes on), but let me just tell you that it was one giant snoozefest. If yawning a dozen times in the space of 5 minutes isn't indicative enough, then I shall inform you that I started fidgeting and looking at my watch after the first scene. Johnny, you're a legend, and Christian Bale, I will forever love you, but guys... what the hell? Not even they could save me from the great yawning chasm of boredom, and I will know from this day forward, that any 1930s based American movie is a big mistake.

Right, I don't think I can justify any further ramblings directed at you lovely chaps, although I would most definitely like to. Come to think of it, it is getting kind of late... And I don't work too well at night... Urgh, fine, just a little bit. And then I'm going to spite you, damn conscience, and watch some trashy drama. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Polybius.

Oh my, have I eaten a lot of fudge. Kind of stuffed full of fudge actually, and not in a sexy, kinky way. In fact, I might hasten to add that this is kittikat home-made fudge, so can be more aptly described as sugary moosh... Mmm, yummy. That's what you get when you don't follow a recipe.

Not done a thing today (well, work wise), after a relatively productive yesterday, reading, making notes. Feeling like a student from an American movie. Only without the social life. First week back into studying has been fantastic; the modules I'm taking this year are wonderful, and I'm completely enjoying the geeky slant on the whole student experience. Get this, on Tuesday, I actually sat in the cafe at the top of the hill and researched for next seminar. Man, am I good.

Potentially the best of the three is looking to be 'Medieval Castles'; the one archaeology module I've got for this term. Ollie's lecturing this one, which is great news, least of all because he is probably the most attractive member of the department. Male, yes, slight hindrance, but it's still nice. Oh, and yes, sidenote, good lecturer. When we're talking about these castles and ruins, I feel like a true archaeology student, and can imagine being there, studying the buildings and all that jazz. And the occassional daydream spirits me off into 'medieval theme' fantasy, which is more than a little pleasant. And often more vivid than The Borg's semi-see-through tops.

Been out a couple of times last week, most enjoyable would have to have been Friday's film quiz. Although I don't know if it's a good idea to team me up with Pip - you just know there'll be a major clash of egos when it comes to this showdown. And yeah, there kind of was.
Stood my ground though. It's surprising how territorial I can get about 'writing the team name on the answer sheets', with many pompous declarations of "let's be democratic about this".
Someone really should have just made me sit in the corner. Still, we did pretty well; not uber-film-geek like most of the people there, but not lame-ass-dunce either. Nicely middley. If the middle can be substituted for the bottom. Besides, we had the awesomest name. Self-proclaimed, either way, as I thought it up. Grosse Creative Blank. Bwaha. I can practically hear the nerdy movie losers like myself snorting a laugh in their solitary lairs.

Finally things are starting to settle down. I won't get into it here, and bore you with the, frankly, messed up world of my head, but things are well and happy in the world. For now.

Term starts this week coming up and, man am I boring for not thinking of something vaguely more interesting to delve into on the first post back after forever. So let's casually toss that aside, and think of something passably more conversational.
Went out last night to the campus pub after walking C to the train station (odd that a four person house seems so much emptier after acclimatising to our new five housemate criteria?) for an LGBT social, without even really having to push myself to re-enter the real world. Rather a pleasant experience. Okay, so we were quite a lot early, but myself, A and E just had a casual... sit (we live on the edge) - it's nice just to be out doing something different. I sometimes feel so cut off here. Not really in the immediate social side of things, but in a general way. First year was so dynamic and adventurous, everything's new and people are all metaphorically shiny. Then things seem to slow a bit, and suddenly you're a person again, and the fabulous world of student living isn't merely a novel fad.

It's kind of... life now.

Rather nice turn out last night - in the usual corner (goddess, that lighting is cruel), all sitting in a massive circle. I felt like I should stand and announce an 'interesting' fact about myself. Ah, whole issue in itself there. What are you actually meant to say? "Hi, my name is kitti and I... prefer the company of my cat to any one of you? Like to dance naked in fields? Secretly listen to La Roux, and not just because Elly Jackson is hot?"

I had a bit of a chat with a lovely guy, CS (who told me about his decision to come out last year, while I couldn't stop myself from mentally laughing a his poor misguided belief that no-one knew beforehand), and a rather gorgeous redhead, Em. Stop dreaming, brain, out of my league. Jessica was there too - very difficult to chat to. Lovely girl, don't get me wrong, and friendly, but shy. I think.

First and foremost - many, many thanks to all of you who come and check out my blog, read it or contact me through this great wide web - was super-happy last weekend to hit the 1,000 pageview mark. You are all supremely fantastic.

Anyhow. Weekend's been a bit messed up due to my spazzy sleeping schedule recently; pathetically I blame it all on going out for C's birthday Thursday night. I kind of didn't get up on Friday, missing my seminars and work I needed to do, then getting all confused about what day it was. Until now. Useless.
Thursday was pretty good fun, the usual night at RCC. Had a little bit to drink before going out. It's sounds very odd, even to myself, but I've had a huge problem with alcohol since this time last year. Had a horrendous night where I got completely and utterly wasted to the point of it being pretty scary. I've never been like that before, and I think it has had a very negative psychological impact. Since that I've, to be honest, been scared of drinking. Like some self-conscious control freak, I am absolutely terrified of letting go to that point again and not being able to stop myself. I do not know where the boundaries are anymore and cannot risk it again, it's just not worth it. But for the first time since then, I've been able to have a little drink before going out and not feeling terrified and making myself ill. Hurrah for that!

Saw, who I swore was Jake Gyllenhaal's twin, standing behind my friend and shoved a camera in his face. I've never seen someone look so pissed off before (and the picture captures him looking like he wants to shove the camera down my throat) and my 'subtle cover-up' (forcing my friends together for a staged photo) did little to pacify Psycho-Jake.
Also had some guy dressed up with a googly-eyed cardboard box on his head ask C if she had ever "pulled a dragon", while his mates (who I assume were the arse-end of said Chinese dragon) sniggered and tried to trap girls under their floaty dragon-material. Not the best chat-up line I've heard, but points for originality.

Thank you to whoever wrote this. You helped me waste a good fifteen minutes of potential productivity, something for which I am very grateful.

1. What’s your name?
kitti

2. What is your favorite thing to wear?
An above-the-knee dress with heels.

3. Last thing you ate?
A muffin A and S baked this afternoon.

4. One place you will NEVER eat at?
K.F.C.

5. I say Shotgun, you say:
Hoy!

6. Last person you hugged?
Housemate S

7. Does anyone you know wanna date you?
Apparently so, hope to see her this coming weekend.

8. Would you date anyone you met online?
Why not? As long as I don't have to pay anything. I'm very cheap.

9. Name something you like physically about yourself:
The cross scar on my left wrist.

10. The last place you went out to dinner to?
A Malaysian restaurant back home.

11. Who is your best friend?
I really don't have one, just a close group.

12. What time of the day is it?
9:06PM

13. Who/What made you angry today?
Myself and my unmotivated laziness.

14. Baseball or Football?
Not a fan of either, but I'll go for baseball. Having played football [once] at school, I can safely say that I have absolutely zero talent. Although tripping over my own feet is still more enjoyable than watching a match.

15. Ever gone skinny dipping?
Gosh, no. I'm pretty... conscious when it comes to being naked, even around myself.

16. Favorite type of Food?
Sugary cherry flavoured things.

17. Favorite holiday:
China and Tibet, 3 years ago.

18. Do you download music:
No.

19. Do you care if your socks are dirty?
Yes, yes, yes. I am the sock Nazi when it comes to people sitting on my lovely bed.

20. Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos?
Boring.

21. Would you date the person that posted this?
What, myself? Definitely not a relationship, no no. Could have some fun though?

22. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally?
Yes, in fantastically out of tune fashion.

23. Do you love anyone?
Oh yes.

24. Are colored contact lenses sexy?
Yes, but I think the colour must suit the person.

25. Have you ever bungee jumped?
Haha, no

26. Have you ever gone white-water rafting?
No.

27. Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you?
Erm... I don't think so. Not too sure! Mind you, unless it's pathetically obvious (like club dancing-pervs), I've always missed it.

27. How many pets do you have?
Well Felix has me. My killer-rabbit is fantastic too, I love them both. More than many people.

29. Have you met a real redneck?
Yeah, was one while travelling in Australia. Fantastic times.

30. How is the weather right now?
You can never tell her. Although doesn't appear to be raining.

31. What are you listening to right now?
... The Killers.

32. What is your current favorite song?
Mmm, difficult. I have ones that'll always be in my top list, but, for this current minute, I'll say the one I'm listening to. Spaceman.

33. What was the last movie you watched?
The Midnight Meat Train

34. Do you wear contacts?
No.

35. Where was the last place you went besides your house?
A club in town for a friend's birthday last night.

36. What are you afraid of?
Loss of control, flour, reanimated corpses.

37. How many piercings have you had?
None.

38. What piercings do you want?
I think I'm fine without. I think upper ear and lip rings are rather pretty, and have thought about it for a long time.

39. What’s one thing you’ve learned this year?
I can be wrong with my judgements of people, and I shouldn't be so critical.

40. What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Caramel Frappucino.

41. What Magazines are you reading?
Psychologies, DIVA, trashy tabloid-style magazines that circle cellulite on celebrities and update you on the status of Peter Andre's sex life.

42. Have you ever fired a gun:
Yes, I love shooting. Which is ironic, considering I despise shooting animals and am so anti-gun.

43. Are you missing someone?
If I think about them.

44. Favourite TV show?
Buffy.

45. Do you have an obession with WoW?
No.

47. Has anyone said you look like a celebrity?
Someone told me I look like Nigella Lawson, Elizabeth Bennett from BBC's Pride and Prejudice, and the smug James Bond cat. Go figure.

47. What celeb do you look like?
Certainly none of them. Other than the cat.

48. Who would you like to see right now?
Quite happy having a loner evening.

49. Favorite movie of all time?
American Psycho.

50. Do you find yourself loved?
Very, and I'm eternally grateful for it.

51. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t suppose to?
Haven't we all? Nothing particularly mortifying comes to mind though.

52. Favorite smell?
Fresh summer air.

53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn?
No, no, sweet if anything! I'll go for salted.

54. What’s something that really bugs you?
People speaking with their mouths full. Ew. Or general lack of manners.

55. Do you like Michael Jackson?
I can't say I know the man. Not a fan of his music though.

56. Taco Bell or Burger King?
Taco Bell? I think it must be an American thing. I'll go for it.

57. What’s your favorite perfume?
I don't know any! But I'll go for something light and delicate if someone choses to wear it.

58. Favorite baseball team?
West Ham. Since finding out Keira Knightley supports them, I am a die-hard fan. As long as I don't have to know anything about it, or watch it.

59. Ever call a 1-900 phone number?
No.

60. What’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleep?
Probably something like 24 hours? I don't know.

61. Last time you went bowling?
A year and a half-ish ago with the LGBT soc.

62. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?
I have a problem sleeping where someone can see, so nowhere adventurous. In the back of a van.

63. Who was your last phone call?
My mother. Again.

64. Last time you were at work?
Last Friday.

64. What is the closest orange object near you?
My work-coffee duck mug that I must have when essay writing. Compulsive, slightly.

If you got through all of this, congratulations, and you must have been even more bored than me.

I haven't been on here for a few days thanks to my wonderfully fun essay. Oddly enough I couldn't seem to justify coming on here when I was putting off the work (which, let's face it, was a LONG time). Annoyingly I can waste time watching the guys on the Nintendo for hours at a time, or even watching Jonathan Creek (because I may write a sentence), but something relatively useful in comparison has to be put off too. I wanted to write on here, or do some work for the creative writing competition, or even just sort out emails, but I just can't seem to get down to it.

The essay is pretty awful, total waffle and scribblings when I can sit myself down to write. I have no clear focus or arguement in it, it doesn't answer the question well and I used barely any books because I couldn't be bothered to read them and left it all 'til Tuesday anyway. The motivation problem is getting a little worse too. I know it could be worse, I know I could have left it and not finished it or whatever, but there genuinely wasn't much work or thought that went into this essay. But I just don't seem to mind.
I got one back earlier this week, very pleased with the result; a first. I know I did quite a lot of work for it (even if it was all crammed into a few days) with lots of reading. This is different. This is just crap and, pretty funny, I can't even face reading through it once! Oh well, have a few more hours until have to go and give it in.
Sadly am rather looking forward to going to Egyptology this afternoon, it is one of those ones where I actually feel like a real student. Because I can actually listen and not want to throw myself off the top of the theatre. Maybe that's the point. It's in a theatre, so I more readily associate it with Legally Blonde or something. But it's nice, sitting there with some friends, writing notes and finding it interesting.
Rather feel like noodles for lunch.

Curtains all billowy, wind wafting calming lavendar and patchouli around my cleared room, orchid not dead. Ah, life is good. But I think E might have been smoking in her room, so I plan to have a big fussy bust-up and shatter the peace ever so slightly. That wind's getting a little chilly and paper rustle-y and I need to empty the scummy hoover bag and do some reading and brush my hair for once. But, oh, let's not think of that.

A and Pip are getting back sometime after midday, so me and The Dude are getting a little overexcited. I blame her for my weird happiness when I'm in this place, you can't help but smile when you share the house with a hyperactive puppy-dog. No, more like a puppy on speed. Sometimes she frightens me. Just so mad, and we have too much in common for it to be completely comfortable.
But I guess that's how most groups work; people complementing one another in their total uniqueness, with an undercurrent of barely-recognisable identical qualities. Sometimes I think some of the girls here are so individual, but then you get to know them and underneath we are so much alike. Maybe it's because everyone displays their qualities in such different ways to everyone else?
Look at how people sulk; E makes a very childish and public fuss, whilst continually referring to what has upset her in hopes that people will take the bait, then she can just escalate into this huge puffed-up, stroppy weeble. Pip gets annoyingly unresponsive and pretends that she doesn't understand anything you're asking her, whilst still hanging around like a bad smell. The Dude just gets snappy and tells everyone to 'fuck off', hurriedly followed by a casual 'I'm allowed, it's hormonal'. Spoony shuts herself in her room and bottles it up, that's about it. A just doesn't seem to have a negative thought in her but is very careful about keeping this persona in the public eye. S will get rather angry and red and mutter about the issue, and have a mini-rant to one of us a little later after going to her room with a 'headache'.

I'm never sure about me. I wonder if the others are?

Eaten masses of crisps, will need to be rolled to campus on Monday. E got back with the fiance around midday, was lovely to see her. Even if I was coerced into carrying some of her bags up to her room. Nice to watch the others struggle with boxes of DVDs, duffel bags and the such, whilst I skip along with a bag of stuffed toys. Why one person needs so many fluffy penguins, I don't know, but I find it is easier not to question E. She's not the most logical of people. It explains why she's marrying Wayne Rooney's less attractive double.

Lots of lots of vital shopping done, excellent, and I tried lots of clothes on in (I think) every charity shop Exeter has to offer. Found this gorgeous little funky dress (just above knee length, thick straps, mad greeney brown, orange, pink patterns) which was a little too big to be worth a fiver.
Then just the food shop, which, as I kind of missed lunch due to hibernation, ended up just being a massive junk food splurge. Hence the crisps. Me and S are having a fabulous pizza thing tonight, hurrah. Bring on the calories, baby, I really don't care the moment.

Just a thought - what is the most polite way to respond to a Big Issue seller when you're too cheap to buy one?

Oh, oh, and The X Files: I Want To Believe for £4? Yes, darling. You just have to love second hand movie basements.

I'm a total fraud. I should have been at work an hour ago, and I'm still in bed. Oh joy of joys, it is luxurious. I have slept, eaten chocolate, watched a bit of T.V. and daydream fantasised for the entire morning. Mmm, I could get used to this.
Aim to get some essay work done [later] (think I only have the weekend to work on it), but E and her fiance are also getting back today, and I want some food shopping done. I wonder how productive today will be...