Curiosity Killed the Cat

Watching Godzilla. Eating far too much crap. Had a really lazy afternoon and got practically nothing more done today (why is it that I'm always pretty perky and proactive in the morning for, oh, an hour or so, but post-lunch I just melt into the sofa?).

Did write another review though, got my letter posted, did the I'll-be-a-good-daughter-and-ring-home-even-though-I-have-nothing-to-say-but-my-mother-needs-to-know-I'm-alive thing and even sat down with a text book. Even opened it. But then realised that I had something, anything, better to do and emailed the film museum. Would be nice to have a day or two a week to add to the work I'm doing right now, it's make things go a lot quicker. Just hoping I'm not going to take too much on before exams. Pah, almost managed to keep a straight face through that.

Too cute.
I bought this tray and cup with money that I probably don't have, and am just completely in love with them. Especially because the cup is so pointless and weeny. I have my amazingly chocolately hot chocolates in them.

The Amazingly Chocolately Hot Chocolate
Break up some Cadbury chocolate into a mug (this must be easter egg chocolate. Because it must) and pour some Sainsburys milk (the orange one because it's cheaper than the others and I refuse to buy the ridiculous marked-up price milk from the corner shop, who are also really mean and don't say hello to you when you're buying an emergency Boost chocolate bar after a late lecture) into a seperate mug. Zap in the microwave until they're both hot, but not so hot that the milk bubbles over and makes a disgusting, stinky mess that is impossible to clean up. Unless you're using someone else's microwave.
Mix together and stir madly, because the milk and chocolate are enemies and must be forced together by the will of the spoon. This sometimes takes quite a while. Pour into a mini cup (decorative smiley food is optional).
If it's your thing, add some mini marshmallows on the top and allow them to melt into gloopy mess. Yum yum.

It's true, Godzilla is pretty lame. I wonder if Matthew Broderick can actually act. Inspector Gadget suggests not.

As further proof of my apparent mental instability, I realise that I have gained an inappropriate sense of satisfaction this morning from writing out a 'To Do' list of chores and, for the first time in about two years, have been going through and doing them. Sourcing pleasure from cleaning the kitchen is truely perverted. I am a total genetic throwback and terrible feminist. I should probably become blonde and start taking an interest in boys.

Have also been writing a couple of reviews (finished one and am half way through another), so I should get that finished today. Aim to write at least 250 words for this creative writing project I'm working on (you can imagine how well that's going - two weeks and three failed starts). I have this total creative block when it comes to writing - I'll get these ideas and be totally invested in the whole concept, understand where it's going and who the people are, sit down and... suddenly getting a coffee is the most important thing in the world. This, of course, must be accompanied by Friends reruns, then the basic couple of hours mooching on the internet. It's a disease. A lazy slackers disease.

Other than the household chores, I have a letter to write, then better send it off with C's birthday card here. Oh, urgh, and I have to get some research done for this essay. I think I have about a week and a half until it's due in (actually, probably less than that), but it's a total mother bitch and is likely to take some actual effort. Kind of dreading going and picking up the last one that's just been marked though. 'Half-arsed' is being a little indulgent. 'Shite' covers it more appropriately.

Ah, off to drudgery I go, then.