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.