Curiosity Killed the Cat

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...

Urgh, I'm getting so tired far too early now. It's pitiful. Not even The Mummy Returns is keeping me awake, and normally nothing involving explosions and guns can keep me away.

MP got back this afternoon totally unexpectedly, which was fantastic and I pounced on her the second she came through the door. That may be why she is now flat out on the sofa, totally exhausted. The combined weight of her backpacks and myself was just too much. As was the intense excitement at seeing her favouritest housemate (!).
Speaking of wonderful housemates, it doesn't get better than one of them making you garlic bread. I'm spoilt and love it. Further food updates; have realised calling as grande chef extrordinaire. I even used chickpeas tonight. They're weird and taste like polystyreney cardboard, but I could kid myself that I'm Gordon Ramsey, so all is good.

I labelled over a hundred bits of rock in the archaeology department today. Result.

But obviously Mario Kart racing was the greatest achievement of the day. Nothing makes me happier than being an unbearably smug arse when winning. Which, of course, always happens...!

Ah, I forgot to add about my amazingly successful shopping; both C's and Pip's presents purchased. Of course am observing our £1 limit (combined decision from a group of cheap students who would rather spend their money on shoes and booze) - Pip has a mini wooden penguin and C, Will Smith's album Big Willie Style. Bloody awesome.

I used to wonder who watched this kind of shit. And here I am, sitting in front of The Nation's Favourite Love Songs, while me and The Dude communicate wordlessly over Facebook. She's sitting on the same sofa as me.

Work was pretty good, I was actually required to half think, which was oddly a welcome change. And, get this, actually did some reading and note taking for my essay that's due in next week on the train down to work and when I was waiting to get it back home. Shazzam. Yes, that is my new favourite word. I was sitting next to this really cute looking guy at the bus stop while he was reading an X-Men comic. I think he was the sweetest thing ever, and rather attractive actually. I felt a bit stupid reading 'Roman Imperialism', shameful...
A lot more productive, considering I've lived in the sitting room since returning (apart from a quick milk-emergency dash), playing on the Nintendo and watching the music channels. And not planning to move from the TV this evening either. Am thinking we'll bring in some work later this evening while watching a crappy horror movie (and thinking Slither or something like that).

The Dude is back, hurrah, and she brings with her The BBQ! All hail to the Gloucesterian Convent Girl, yay!

She just gone back out though with her mum and friend, so the next couple of hours will be the last few I have on my own for [possibly] the next two months. Don't actually mind though, I'm so glad my housemates are drifting back like little tumbleweeds. I don't quite realise how close I am to some people until it changes and they're gone or, in this unfortunate case, back.

Haven't had work today, but just been tidying up this morning, cleaning the kitchen and the such. And scrubbing last night's potato dough out of the carpet. Potato mush is disgustingly fascinating if you leave it out overnight. All grey and yicky. Yummo, now I really feel like lunch (!).
Been drawing actually, it's nice to have that urge back. Designing a couple of tattoos (an peacock and a kitty) and drawing this pin-up girl. Pretty excited, as found out this place down by the Quay has a burlesque night once a month - I'm a big fan. Well, I'm a big fan when it's done well, let me put it that way. And the whole scene, it just seems so beautiful and glamorous and intoxicating, it has since I first saw Dita Von Teese. Some dancers can make such a simple gesture so elegant and sexy. Besides, stockings and stilettos are just plain hot.

Had the landlord come round a couple of hours ago with this painter, so they could assess the house. It was a teensy bit awkward (although I found it pretty funny) when they got to my room though - it's really tidy but I've got all these pictures (I have a habit of cutting out pictures and quotes and the such from newspapers, magazines, you name it, if they catch my eye) strewn all over the floor. The painter was rather amusing, sort of trying not to look TOO much at the half-naked Angelina Jolies and sexy women mixed in with these arty portraits, architecture and black and white photos. Wonder if the one this evening will be as amusing?

Oh, but great news - this really fed-up looking delivery guy shoved a box in my hands and ran off - my shoesies have arrived! They're cute, I love 'em; soft black hightops with neon rainbow splatters. The white laces are going to have to go though, I think. Going to have a look for some funky ones in Blue Banana with the girls next week.

Thought today was going to be pretty laid back. Man, was I wrong.

Went into work this morning, everything was fine. Had first day in the textiles department, nothing exciting happening. I was checking through 18th Century man waistcoats, if you must know. Thrilling.
Anyway, has been opressively sunny today and everyone seems far too happy. Went to eat my apple on the beach, but ended up sitting (all miserable-looking) in a weird bus-stop shack on the sea front. Very enjoyable though. Looking at the beautiful blue waters, clear skies and fat seagulls while being seperated from the rest of humanity by my little bus-stop-bubble. Didn't fancy being in the museum in the afternoon, so scrawled a little note and posted it through the front door. 'Sudden call', 'have to get back'. And then spotted, grinning like a loon in the sun at the prospect of getting home, by the woman I was meant to be working with. Whoops.

Got back home to find that I had not only missed the ParcelForce guys with my chocolate rabbit, but (oh, Fate, how you were cruel today) another package had been taken to the post collection place. And they were both on the opposite fucking sides of this goddamn town. Hour going off one way, to get back home and set off in the other bloody direction. But the worst bit was when I got there. The size of this parcel. Seriously, I thought my sister might have posted herself to me. So there I was, struggling all red and sweaty back home with a parcel twice the size of me, on the hottest day of the goddamn year. Joy of bloody joys. Got in to find one side of the rabbit had melted, and he is now a grotesque mutant chocolate puddle. I might as well have kicked the bloody thing home!

I think I momentarily hallucinated. I swear I almost walked into Ricky Gervais, closely followed by A's mother. It was weird.