tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/MokoFeed2009-11-10T04:28:41+01:00tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-10-14:/2009/10/14/wednesday-7168549/kittikat2009-10-14T16:44:35+02:002009-10-14T21:25:39+02:00 <p>Before <em>Le Grande Tidy Up</em> 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 <em>blogging</em> about my life comes under the category of 'importance'.</p> <p>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.<br>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.<br>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.</p> <p><span>9:20<br></span>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 <em>then</em> 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.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/10/14/wednesday-7168549/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-10-12:/2009/10/12/monday-7156793/kittikat2009-10-12T22:27:07+02:002009-10-12T22:27:07+02:00 <p>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.<br> 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 <em>actually</em> induce sweaty palms.</p> <p>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...</p> <p>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 <em>gazzilion</em> 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?<br>But I won't complain, not when I'm handed £5. For sitting in front of a computer.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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, <em>words</em> (the reaction that I get when a Shakira music video comes on), but let me just tell you that it was one <strong>giant</strong> 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 <em>any</em> 1930s based American movie is a big mistake.</p> <p>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.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/10/12/monday-7156793/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-10-11:/2009/10/11/sunday-7146496/kittikat2009-10-11T15:58:21+02:002009-10-11T15:58:21+02:00 <p>Oh my, have I eaten a lot of fudge. Kind of stuffed <em>full</em> 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.</p> <p>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 <em>researched</em> for next seminar. Man, am I good.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>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.<br>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".<br>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. <em>Grosse Creative Blank</em>. Bwaha. I can practically hear the nerdy movie losers like myself snorting a laugh in their solitary lairs.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/10/11/sunday-7146496/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-10-03:/2009/10/03/saturday-7090603/kittikat2009-10-03T14:15:14+02:002009-10-03T14:15:14+02:00 <p>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.</p> <p> 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 <em>forever</em>. So let's casually toss that aside, and think of something passably more conversational.<br>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 <em>edge</em>) - 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.</p> <p>It's kind of... life now.</p> <p>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?"</p> <p>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.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/10/03/saturday-7090603/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-05-03:/2009/05/03/how-to-pull-girls-with-a-cardboard-box-and-some-drunken-men-6053012/kittikat2009-05-03T22:48:56+02:002009-05-03T22:48:56+02:00 <p>First and foremost - many, <strong>many thanks to all of you</strong> 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 <em>1,000 pageview</em> mark. You are all supremely fantastic.</p> <p>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.<br>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!</p> <p>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.<br>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.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/05/03/how-to-pull-girls-with-a-cardboard-box-and-some-drunken-men-6053012/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-05-01:/2009/05/01/64-pointless-snippets-of-kitti-life-6042917/kittikat2009-05-01T21:15:04+02:002009-05-01T21:15:04+02:00 <p>Thank you to whoever wrote this. You helped me waste a good fifteen minutes of potential productivity, something for which I am very grateful.</p> <p>1. What’s your name?<br>kitti</p> <p>2. What is your favorite thing to wear?<br>An above-the-knee dress with heels.</p> <p>3. Last thing you ate?<br>A muffin A and S baked this afternoon.</p> <p>4. One place you will NEVER eat at?<br>K.F.C.</p> <p>5. I say Shotgun, you say:<br>Hoy!</p> <p>6. Last person you hugged?<br>Housemate S</p> <p>7. Does anyone you know wanna date you?<br>Apparently so, hope to see her this coming weekend.</p> <p>8. Would you date anyone you met online?<br>Why not? As long as I don't have to pay anything. I'm very cheap.</p> <p>9. Name something you like physically about yourself:<br>The cross scar on my left wrist.</p> <p>10. The last place you went out to dinner to?<br>A Malaysian restaurant back home.</p> <p>11. Who is your best friend?<br>I really don't have one, just a close group.</p> <p>12. What time of the day is it?<br>9:06PM</p> <p>13. Who/What made you angry today?<br>Myself and my unmotivated laziness.</p> <p>14. Baseball or Football?<br>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.</p> <p>15. Ever gone skinny dipping?<br>Gosh, no. I'm pretty... conscious when it comes to being naked, even around myself.</p> <p>16. Favorite type of Food?<br>Sugary cherry flavoured things.</p> <p>17. Favorite holiday:<br>China and Tibet, 3 years ago.</p> <p>18. Do you download music:<br>No.</p> <p>19. Do you care if your socks are dirty?<br>Yes, yes, yes. I am the sock Nazi when it comes to people sitting on my lovely bed.</p> <p>20. Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos?<br>Boring.</p> <p>21. Would you date the person that posted this?<br>What, myself? Definitely not a relationship, no no. Could have some fun though?</p> <p>22. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally?<br>Yes, in fantastically out of tune fashion.</p> <p>23. Do you love anyone?<br>Oh yes.</p> <p>24. Are colored contact lenses sexy?<br>Yes, but I think the colour must suit the person.</p> <p>25. Have you ever bungee jumped?<br>Haha, no</p> <p>26. Have you ever gone white-water rafting?<br>No.</p> <p>27. Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you?<br>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.</p> <p>27. How many pets do you have?<br>Well Felix has me. My killer-rabbit is fantastic too, I love them both. More than many people.</p> <p>29. Have you met a real redneck?<br>Yeah, was one while travelling in Australia. Fantastic times.</p> <p>30. How is the weather right now?<br>You can never tell her. Although doesn't appear to be raining.</p> <p>31. What are you listening to right now?<br>... The Killers.</p> <p>32. What is your current favorite song?<br>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.</p> <p>33. What was the last movie you watched?<br>The Midnight Meat Train</p> <p>34. Do you wear contacts?<br>No.</p> <p>35. Where was the last place you went besides your house?<br>A club in town for a friend's birthday last night.</p> <p>36. What are you afraid of?<br>Loss of control, flour, reanimated corpses.</p> <p>37. How many piercings have you had?<br>None.</p> <p>38. What piercings do you want?<br>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.</p> <p>39. What’s one thing you’ve learned this year?<br>I can be wrong with my judgements of people, and I shouldn't be so critical.</p> <p>40. What do you usually order from Starbucks?<br>Caramel Frappucino.</p> <p>41. What Magazines are you reading?<br>Psychologies, DIVA, trashy tabloid-style magazines that circle cellulite on celebrities and update you on the status of Peter Andre's sex life.</p> <p>42. Have you ever fired a gun:<br>Yes, I love shooting. Which is ironic, considering I despise shooting animals and am so anti-gun.</p> <p>43. Are you missing someone?<br>If I think about them.</p> <p>44. Favourite TV show?<br>Buffy.</p> <p>45. Do you have an obession with WoW?<br>No.</p> <p>47. Has anyone said you look like a celebrity?<br>Someone told me I look like Nigella Lawson, Elizabeth Bennett from BBC's Pride and Prejudice, and the smug James Bond cat. Go figure.</p> <p>47. What celeb do you look like?<br>Certainly none of them. Other than the cat.</p> <p>48. Who would you like to see right now?<br>Quite happy having a loner evening.</p> <p>49. Favorite movie of all time?<br>American Psycho.</p> <p>50. Do you find yourself loved?<br>Very, and I'm eternally grateful for it.</p> <p>51. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t suppose to?<br>Haven't we all? Nothing particularly mortifying comes to mind though.</p> <p>52. Favorite smell?<br>Fresh summer air.</p> <p>53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn?<br>No, no, sweet if anything! I'll go for salted.</p> <p>54. What’s something that really bugs you?<br>People speaking with their mouths full. Ew. Or general lack of manners.</p> <p>55. Do you like Michael Jackson?<br>I can't say I know the man. Not a fan of his music though.</p> <p>56. Taco Bell or Burger King?<br>Taco Bell? I think it must be an American thing. I'll go for it.</p> <p>57. What’s your favorite perfume?<br>I don't know any! But I'll go for something light and delicate if someone choses to wear it.</p> <p>58. Favorite baseball team?<br>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.</p> <p>59. Ever call a 1-900 phone number?<br>No.</p> <p>60. What’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleep?<br>Probably something like 24 hours? I don't know.</p> <p>61. Last time you went bowling?<br>A year and a half-ish ago with the LGBT soc.</p> <p>62. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?<br>I have a problem sleeping where someone can see, so nowhere adventurous. In the back of a van.</p> <p>63. Who was your last phone call?<br>My mother. Again.</p> <p>64. Last time you were at work?<br>Last Friday.</p> <p>64. What is the closest orange object near you?<br>My work-coffee duck mug that I must have when essay writing. Compulsive, slightly.</p> <p>If you got through all of this, congratulations, and you must have been even more bored than me.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/05/01/64-pointless-snippets-of-kitti-life-6042917/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-30:/2009/04/30/thursday-essay-writing-6034607/kittikat2009-04-30T11:29:25+02:002009-04-30T11:29:25+02:00 <p>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.</p> <p>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.<br>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.<br>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 <em>Legally Blonde</em> or something. But it's nice, sitting there with some friends, writing notes and finding it interesting.<br>Rather feel like noodles for lunch.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/30/thursday-essay-writing-6034607/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-25:/2009/04/25/the-psychology-of-the-house-6004443/kittikat2009-04-25T12:04:25+02:002009-04-25T12:04:25+02:00 <p>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.</p> <p>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.<br>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?<br>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 <em>allowed</em>, it's <em>hormonal</em>'. 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'.</p> <p>I'm never sure about me. I wonder if the others are?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/25/the-psychology-of-the-house-6004443/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-24:/2009/04/24/friday-continues-to-trundle-along-6001576/kittikat2009-04-24T19:45:53+02:002009-04-24T23:59:00+02:00 <p>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.</p> <p>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.<br> 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.</p> <p>Just a thought - what is the most polite way to respond to a Big Issue seller when you're too cheap to buy one?</p> <p>Oh, oh, and The X Files: I Want To Believe for £4? Yes, darling. You just have to love second hand movie basements. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/24/friday-continues-to-trundle-along-6001576/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-24:/2009/04/24/mmm-friday-5999325/kittikat2009-04-24T11:15:04+02:002009-04-24T19:46:16+02:00 <p>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.<br> Aim to get some essay work done [<strong>later</strong>] (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...</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/24/mmm-friday-5999325/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-23:/2009/04/23/thursday-5997135/kittikat2009-04-23T22:50:16+02:002009-04-23T22:57:15+02:00 <p>Urgh, I'm getting so tired far too early now. It's pitiful. Not even <em>The Mummy Returns </em>is keeping me awake, and normally nothing involving explosions and guns can keep me away.</p> <p>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 (!).<br>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.</p> <p>I labelled over a hundred bits of rock in the archaeology department today. Result.</p> <p>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...!</p> <p>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 <em>Big Willie Style</em>. Bloody awesome.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/23/thursday-5997135/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-22:/2009/04/22/thursday-5988889/kittikat2009-04-22T18:07:17+02:002009-04-22T18:07:17+02:00 <p>I used to wonder who watched this kind of shit. And here I am, sitting in front of <em>The Nation's Favourite Love Songs</em>, while me and The Dude communicate wordlessly over Facebook. She's sitting on the same sofa as me.</p> <p> 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 <em>X-Men</em> comic. I think he was the sweetest thing ever, and rather attractive actually. I felt a bit stupid reading 'Roman Imperialism', shameful...<br> 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 <em>Slither</em> or something like that).</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/22/thursday-5988889/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-21:/2009/04/21/painting-shoes-and-the-return-of-the-dude-5981682/kittikat2009-04-21T13:22:33+02:002009-04-21T13:29:49+02:00 <p class="center">The Dude is back, hurrah, and she brings with her The BBQ! All hail to the Gloucesterian Convent Girl, <strong>yay</strong>!</p> <p>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.</p> <p> 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 <em>really</em> feel like lunch (!).<br> 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 <em>well</em>, 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.</p> <p> 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?</p> <p> <img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Fr1SivQLL._SL160_AA160_.jpg" alt="Rocket Dog Women" width="160" height="160">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 <em>Blue Banana</em> with the girls next week.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/21/painting-shoes-and-the-return-of-the-dude-5981682/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-20:/2009/04/20/a-very-fed-up-blog-of-no-consequence-or-thought-5977138/kittikat2009-04-20T17:31:45+02:002009-04-20T17:31:45+02:00 <p>Thought today was going to be pretty laid back. Man, was I wrong.</p> <p>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.<br> 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.</p> <p>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 <strong>opposite fucking sides</strong> of this goddamn town. Hour going off one way, to get back home and set off in the <em>other</em> bloody direction. But the worst bit was when I got there. The <strong>size</strong> 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!</p> <p>I think I momentarily hallucinated. I swear I almost walked into Ricky Gervais, closely followed by A's mother. It was weird. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/20/a-very-fed-up-blog-of-no-consequence-or-thought-5977138/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-19:/2009/04/19/godzilla-chocolate-5971455/kittikat2009-04-19T18:56:55+02:002009-04-19T18:57:40+02:00 <p>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?).</p> <p> 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 <em>opened</em> 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.</p> <p><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ox8S7TNZcc/SbTpy03FYGI/AAAAAAAABzE/h26RCkg3MTo/s320/mosaic9391418.jpg" alt="Paperchase Friendly Food purchases; can they BE any cuter?!" width="320" height="320">Too cute.<br>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.</p> <p><span>The Amazingly Chocolately Hot Chocolate<br></span>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 <em>Boost</em> 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.<br>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).<br>If it's your thing, add some mini marshmallows on the top and allow them to melt into gloopy mess. Yum yum.</p> <p>It's true, Godzilla is pretty lame. I wonder if Matthew Broderick can actually act. Inspector Gadget suggests not.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/19/godzilla-chocolate-5971455/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-19:/2009/04/19/as-further-proof-of-my-apparent-mental-instability-i-realise-5969580/kittikat2009-04-19T11:28:36+02:002009-04-19T12:11:47+02:00 <p>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.</p> <p>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 <em>Friends</em> reruns, then the basic couple of hours mooching on the internet. It's a disease. A lazy slackers disease.</p> <p>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.</p> <p>Ah, off to drudgery I go, then. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/19/as-further-proof-of-my-apparent-mental-instability-i-realise-5969580/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-18:/2009/04/18/marry-me-gillian-anderson-5966741/kittikat2009-04-18T18:34:28+02:002009-04-19T11:03:23+02:00 <p>Just got thinking; at what point does one term a crush a scary stalker-y obsession? Must we have a candlelit shrine of devotion, or hover creepily outside their back doors? Does the fact that I have more than one corporeal friend and a passable level of social acceptablity make me 'normal'?<br> One of my housemates counted over 25 pictures of Keira Knightley on my walls a while back. Okay, so I'm relatively pretentious and decorative in this kind of way, but even I find this a little weird. Should I don my non-paedo anorak and cast myself into the murky depths of delusional fantasising?</p> <p>Watched Graham Norton last night and realised how much I am totally in love with Gillian Anderson. British, smart (so what if I think she <strong>is</strong> Scully), beautiful <em>and</em> gets hotter with age.<br> Back in happy little fantasy... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/18/marry-me-gillian-anderson-5966741/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-04-18:/2009/04/18/a-lazy-saturday-5966583/kittikat2009-04-18T17:57:42+02:002009-04-18T17:57:42+02:00 <p>Argh, my head hurts. Not even Jonathan Ross' voice is making me feel better... oh no, especially when he decides to play Lily Allen on the radio.<br> I've just been finding out about Twitter. Don't tell anyone, but I might have started signing up before getting a grip on self. I'm such a pitiful anti-sheep. Something becomes popular, and I have to avoid it like a plague, because I don't want to do 'what everyone else is doing'. Shameful.</p> <p> I back here at uni-Home on my own, completely lazing around today. I started work three days ago, surprisingly good. I mean, part of me will always want to be lying around here being bored and never seeing the sun, but it's rather enjoyable getting the train, hoping on the overpriced bus and doing something productive. Although I don't know if I'd want to work in a museum for ever. I don't think I'm cut out for the work thing.<br> I'm more of a monotonous, boring office-girl. It's bizarre, I suppose it's exactly the kind of thing I've tried my life to avoid; the horrible little cardboard cutout life. I shouldn't get a thrill from writing out already written reports in a structured form. It's perverted and wrong.<br> At my lunch breaks, I can just cross the road and be at the beach. Honestly, it's one of the nicest places and I couldn't be more grateful to work there actually. It's often misty, a twee little seaside village with pebbled beach, listening to the waves echoing off of the cliffs while I eat my sandwiches that I sat on on the train. Bliss.<br> They have two wonderful little charity shops too, that are so much cheaper than some others I've been in. Where else can you buy <em>Chocolat</em>, the entire works of Edgar Allan Poe and <em>Aristocats </em>on VHS for under 3 quid? Bloody genius.<br> Speaking of, I have spent so much recently, I think the terrible teenage-girl affliction of compulsive shopping has finally hit. At least I've stuck to my geekish roots and done a bit of it online. In a single week, I think I have bought... a little cup with a smiling ice-cream on it, <em>Chocolat</em>, Rocket Dog high-top shoes, 'Give Me Vodka' birthday card, <em>The Works of Poe</em>, the <em>Strictly Come Dancing</em> annual for my sister, <em>Aristocats</em> and <em>Tipping the Velvet</em> on DVD.<br> No food for a month.</p> <p>Fantastic news though; I won a competition draw earlier this week. Can you please tell me, is there anything better than winning a giant chocolate rabbit and various sex toys?! I tell you, my dream has come true. I'll probably be raving about this when it arrives. Roll on, Monday. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/04/18/a-lazy-saturday-5966583/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2009-03-12:/2009/03/12/100-pointless-things-5744406/kittikat2009-03-12T18:42:26+01:002009-03-12T18:46:08+01:00 <p><em>1. Last beverage? </em>Water<br> <em>2. Last phone call? </em>... My mother.<em><br> 3. Last text message? </em>A girl. And I actually just did a spazzy little coy smile. How very embarassing.<em><br> 4. Last song you listened to? </em>'Welcome to the Black Parade' - My Chemical Romance. Not original, granted, and something I probably wouldn't 'blast' out of my laptop like SOME inconsiderate people, but I like the album.<em><br> 5. Last time you cried? </em>About 25 seconds ago.<em></p> <p> HAVE YOU EVER:<br> 6. Dated someone twice?</em> What does that even mean? Have I been on more than one date with the same person? In that case, yes.<br> <em>7. Been cheated on? </em>Probably, but we were sort of both cheating on one another and weren't in an <strong>official</strong> exclusive relationship or anything. Why am I <em>trying</em> to justify this?!<br> <em>8. Kissed someone & regretted it? </em>Most times.<br> <em>9. Lost someone special? </em>Yes, someone I really loved. And still do.<br> <em>10. Been depressed? </em>This is just sounding more and more pathetic and emo by the minute. Yes.<br> <em>11.Been drunk and threw up? </em>Yes. In a bed, with my flatmate. Imagine the regret.<br> <em><br> LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS:<br> 12. </em>Black<br> <em>13. </em>Red<br> <em>14. </em>Leaf green<br> <em><br> THIS Semester [Quarter] HAVE YOU:<br> 15. Made new friends? </em>No. Friendly acquaintances but friends take quite a while.<br> <em>16. Fallen out of love? </em>Yes, with my proactive 'nature'<br> <em>17. Laughed until you cried? </em>Not quite.<br> <em>18. Met someone who changed you? </em>Most people change me a little, teeny bit...<br> <em>19. Found out who your true friends were? </em>I know who they are anyway.<br> <em>20. Found out someone was talking about you? </em>Mm, yes! And she likes me. What a weirdo.<br> <em>21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? </em>Nope, I'm a love pariah. Actually, if we're talking Facebook, a few.<br> <em>22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? </em>Blog-wise, no-one knows me, haha. Facebook-wise, everyone. Cannot stand those irritating people who's entire goal in their pointless lives is to gather as many 'Friends' as possible and show off how virtually-popular they are. Urgh. I couldn't do that if I tried. Bastards.<br> <em>23. How many kids do you want to have? </em>Two. Apart from two boys, ye gods. Maybe three.<br> <em>24. Do you have any pets? </em>My kitty.<br> <em>25. Do you want to change your name? </em>Actually, I'm quite happy being me now. What an epiphany.<br> <em>26. What did you do for your last birthday? </em>Ooh, exploring Bankok. Awesome.<br> <em>27. What time did you wake up today? </em>6:45AM.<br> <em>28. What were you doing at midnight last night? </em>Sleeping. And they call me a student, pah!<em> <br> 29. Something you CANNOT wait for? </em>Orders off of Amazon.co.uk. It's a killer.<br> <em>30. Last time you saw your father? </em>Um, several weeks ago.<br> <em>31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? </em>I wish I wasn't so self-conscious.<br> <em>32. What are you listening to right now? </em>'Man on the Moon' - R.E.M.<br> <em>33 Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? </em>Yes... Pretentious arse.<br> <em>34. What's getting on your nerves right now? </em>The thought of Tom and his nose.<br> <em>35. Most visited webpage? </em>YouTube<br> <em><br> 36. What's your real name? </em>I can't lie on this, right?<br> <em>37. Nicknames? </em>kittikat<br> <em>38. Relationship Status? </em>Comfortable single and a little confused.<br> <em>39. Zodiac sign? </em>Earth snake or Cancer<br> <em>40. Male or female or transgendered? </em>Female<br> <em>41. Elementary? </em>Good question.<br> <em>42. Middle School? </em>In kitti-World, they do not exist.<br> <em>43. High school? </em>Ditto.<br> <em>44. Hair colour? </em>Brunette, with terrifying orangeness that I discovered today.<br> <em>45. Long or short? </em>Long.<br> <em>46. Height? </em>5'5"-ish?<br> <em>47. Do you have a crush on someone? </em>Would it be slightly weird to admit that their pictures paper my walls?! Real-life peoples... apparently still.<br> <em>48: What do you like about yourself? </em>My scars.<br> <em>49. Piercings? </em>No.<br> <em>50. Tattoos? </em>I design them, but no. I don't let other people mark me, just me.<br> <em>51. Righty or lefty? </em>Oh, righty, definitely.<br> <em><br> FIRSTS :<br> 52. First surgery?</em> Something when I was very young, can't remember back that far well.<br> <em>53. First piercing? </em>None.<br> <em>54. First best friend? </em>My teddy bear.<br> <em>56. First sport you joined? </em>Pfft, you think I <em>voluntarily</em> did sport?! Actually, kickboxing, or archery.<br> <em>57. First pet? </em>A lamb or rabbit. Or maybe guinea pig.<br> <em>58. First vacation? </em>Think Spain. Or Ireland.<br> <em>59. First concert? </em>Haha, Blazin' Squad and Peter Andre and I hated the lot of them.<br> <em>60. First crush? </em>Kate, the beautiful blonde a few years my senior, and forever out of my reach. I was 7.<br> <em><br> RIGHT NOW:<br> 61. Eating? </em>None.<br> <em>62. Drinking? </em>Nothing.<br> <em>63. I'm about to? </em>Post this and force self to finish my essay.<br> <em>64. Listening to? </em>'At My Most Beautiful' - R.E.M.<br> <em>65. Waiting for? </em>Life to change.<br> <em><br> YOUR FUTURE :<br> 66. Want kids? </em>Yeah, in a happy little nuclear lesbian family. Oh, with a dog!<br> <em>67. Want to get married? </em>I think so.<br> <em>68. Careers in mind? </em>Preferably none. Hopefully working in a coffee shop soon, would love some waitressing work if I go on and do a Masters here.<br> <em><br> WHICH IS BETTER WITH PEOPLE YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE?:<br> 69. Lips or eyes? </em>Eyes.<br> <em>70. Hugs or kisses? </em>Hugs. I don't seem to regret them and they're... sweet. Urgh, I'm making myself feel sick. Would quite like to experience a gentle, nice kiss though.<br> <em>71. Shorter or taller? </em>Taller. But I don't really mind.<br> <em>72. Older or Younger? </em>Either.<br> <em>73. Romantic or spontaneous? </em>Romantic.<br> <em>74. Nice stomach or nice arms? </em>Arms. I love beautiful decorative bodies; tattoos, jewellery, markings, colours.<br> <em>75. Sensitive or loud? </em>Loud.<br> <em>76. Hook-up or relationship? </em>Relationship.<br> <em>77. Trouble maker or hesitant? </em>Hesitant.<br> <em><br> HAVE YOU EVER :<br> 78. Kissed a stranger? </em>Mm... I don't think so.<br> <em>79. Drank hard liquor? </em>Possibly?!<br> <em>80. Lost glasses/contacts? </em>No.<br> <em>81. Sex on first date? </em>Haha, not quite.<br> <em>82. Broken someone's heart? </em>Wouldn't put it quite that dramatically. He was just a little- quite a lot pissed off.<br> <em>83. Had your own heart broken? </em>Yeah.<br> <em>85. Been arrested? </em>No.<br> <em>86. Turned someone down? </em>No.<br> <em>87. Cried when someone died? </em>Yes.<br> <em>88. Liked a friend that is a girl? </em>Liked?! Yes. And once loved; always the biggest mistake.<br> <em><br> DO YOU BELIEVE IN:<br> 89. Yourself? </em>Ooh, deep (!). Sort of.<br> <em>90. Miracles? </em>Everything happens for a reason, so no. But amazing things do happen, just depends how you term it.<br> <em>91. Love at first sight? </em>No.<br> <em>92. Heaven? </em>In a sense.<br> <em>93. Santa Clause? </em>Yes. And no.<br> <em>95. Kiss on the first date? </em>Why not.<br> <em>96. Angels? </em>No.<br> <em><br> ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:<br> 97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? </em>My mother. Feeling slightly (and very unusually) homesick recently.<br> <em>98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? </em>Not officially. No.<br> <em>100. Posting this as 100 Truths? </em>Absodoodleutely.</p> <p> Gods, I was bored.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2009/03/12/100-pointless-things-5744406/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-11-09:/2008/11/10/sunday-5010344/kittikat2008-11-10T00:14:07+01:002008-11-10T00:14:07+01:00 <p>Relatively productive day. Read through a couple of books, making notes for my essay due in on Friday. Not quite sure how whole thing will pan out because not all that positive that I know what my title is actually <em>asking</em>, but better try. Unless I want to fail. Which oddly is a rather tempting thought. It's a totally terrifying prospect, to think that in just over a year and a half, this part of my life will be completely over. I don't want to be an adult. I want to be a student and stay with my gorgeous, amazing student buddies. Can't bear the thought of Sarah leaving next year to study abroad! Reading through her personal statement and discussing it a little in my room with a couple of us this afternoon rather embarassingly almost bought me to tears. Another housemate will be off as well, but having known from day one that she'd go, we were expecting it. S's choice (and, yeah, it's a choice - she might not get to go) is only really being made now. It'll be amazing for her, and something that, you know, most of us would never get to do, but from a purely instinctive selfish viewpoint, I hope she'll stay here. It wouldn't be the same at all with her gone.<br>I do love my flatmates!</p> <p>Whoops, got a little bit sidetracked there. Had fabulous pancake evening with the girls this evening, spent most of day on bed (!) with C and K, making notes, watching a C4 documentary, chilling out. Good times.<br>No milk, bad times.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/11/10/sunday-5010344/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-11-08:/2008/11/08/a-little-late-night-ponder-5001811/kittikat2008-11-08T02:42:43+01:002008-11-08T02:42:43+01:00 <p>Just had quite an interesting talk with one of my housemates. I say talk, but it's difficult to explain. I'm not really thinking as I write this, and not considering what's going into it, so you'll have to bear with me and I ask you to forgive my incoherent ramblings! On the plus side, I haven't had a coffee for hours, so it shouldn't be all bad.</p> <p>Is it difficult to trust people? In the vaguest of senses. Is it possible to share everything with another person? Or do you leave yourself vulnerable? Many people (including myself and, evidently, my housemate) have gone through things in their lives, and certainly thought about things that are incredibly personal, probably emotional, and definitely secret. Things that you really would consider it difficult, or in this case, impossible, to trust people with. But in the end, these kind of things, can they really harm us if we do choose to share and discuss them? I've dealt with two people personally who I would consider <em>incredibly</em> guarded people, making them nearly impossible to understand. I think about it a lot, but really, if they did chose to talk, would it actually weaken them, or is this just an unfounded fear? People really do seem to be the most amazingly complex, weird and confusing things ever. Even worse than computers. In fact, they should come with a manual. One that explains exactly why they are the way they are. Or does this defeat the entire concept of human nature?</p> <p>Ooch, anyhow, that's actually cleared my mind. Reading it back, it is likely to make absolutely no sense and in no way explain the thought processes I was having during that conversation ('though, considering I didn't even know what I was thinking, let alone what she was, is this really a surprise?), but hey. As I said to her, my blog writing is, in some ways, a form of stress relief. Like writing down the vague wisps of thought means you can effectively clear them out and, you know, move on. Which is odd, considering that I thought my main line of thinking focussed on hot women. Wow, is it possible I have layers? Hell no. Just confused.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/11/08/a-little-late-night-ponder-5001811/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-11-07:/2008/11/07/friday-even-less-progress-5000454/kittikat2008-11-07T19:10:59+01:002008-11-07T19:12:40+01:00 <p>Right, it is Friday. Tonight I am going to do some work. I pledge, at sometime this evening, I shall put away my laptop, cast aside msn and lock away my housemates. There will be no distractions. For a good half an hour.</p> <p>Very badly skipped a seminar this afternoon, despite having some work done for it. I don't know why I do this so much. My group had to 'lead a discussion' (how the hell do you lead a discussion in a group that about 5 people have turned up to, and not one will participate in?)  on some work that, well, none of us had properly done. Or in fact, discussed <em>trying</em> to do said work. Oh well. Essay due next week, done further amount of nothing today. Did not leave house. Did not do anything productive, other than wash some clothes and scatter them about my room, to either dry, or grow mould. I hate my laziness.</p> <p>Oh crap, am meant to be going to a social tonight. Really cannot be bothered. Hair is skanky. Don't like the Jap Soc socials. Haven't been and don't want to. Am just making self angry. Shall go and calm down.</p> <p><span>Update</span></p> <p>To further 'lift' the mood, Elina was sent out of ANTM. Nothing is right in the world.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/11/07/friday-even-less-progress-5000454/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-11-05:/2008/11/05/-4989364/kittikat2008-11-05T16:47:12+01:002008-11-05T16:54:43+01:00 <p>Really, so much for my vain attempt to turn over a new leaf or whatever. Plan appears to have flown right out of that proverbial window then. I could add a little pathetic cough in here, but really that's not stopping anything. I am just so lazy and unmotivated all the time now, it really is not good. Absolutely nothing done today other than some casual Jeremy Kyle viewing, and some curry making. Planning to go into town anytime now but, meh, unlikely to be an incident of mention. I really wish my throat was better, this is so awful.</p> <p><span>Update - 3:50PM<br></span>Oh yeah, congratulations to Obama for winning the whole presidency gig; good for him. Other than the me being English thing, and not actually properly following my <em>own</em> politics thing, definitely warmed to him. According to my sister, 'he has a nice smile'. She, and America, have spoken.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/11/05/-4989364/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-11-04:/2008/11/04/tuesday-the-day-of-pain-4984791/kittikat2008-11-04T22:00:10+01:002008-11-04T22:00:10+01:00 <p>Argh, think that I may have swallowed a cheese grater, that apparently has got lodged in throat. So, yeah, may be acting my usual over-dramatic self but, hey, I'll be the one laughing when I die from tonsilitus and my unsympathetic friends would feel pretty bad then. Metaphorically.</p> <p>Got up today alright, feeling like crap and hugging my alarm (thinking this would perhaps subdue it?!), but got a bit of work done. I say work... Looked at Friday's seminar stuff and decided it was too difficult, so put off indefinitely. Gone through Roman Landscape lecture notes for essay (due next work). Watched Jeremy Kyle. Lecture at 4 for a couple of hours.<br>Weirdly, got major craving for a cigarette during the second half. Stifled it by buying Munchies. Very, very bad.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/11/04/tuesday-the-day-of-pain-4984791/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-11-04:/2008/11/04/a-new-start-4979333/kittikat2008-11-04T01:41:35+01:002008-11-08T02:48:03+01:00 <p><span>I Will Not...</span></p> <ol> <li>Allow room to reach appalling state of mess, in manner of nuclear fall-out zone or bomb site. Judged by degree of visible floor space (clothes, shoes, papers and, currently, jars of pasta sauce), level of hygiene (one mug is acceptable, several with additional plates, cutlery and vegetable peeler, is <em>not</em>) and amount of bed space for visitors. </li> <li>Miss lectures and seminars any more for any the following reasons: rain,  pre-midday sleepiness, post-midday laziness, Jeremy Kyle, bright sunlight or not wanting to walk up the big hill. </li> <li>Be rude to mother when she calls, but instead be lovely, concerned, friendly daughter. </li> <li>Watch Jeremy Kyle instead of attending lecture (see 2.) </li> <li>Obsess about meeting and sleeping with any available girls, just because they happen to be part of the LGBT soc. Instead focus on improving inner-being, spiritual welfare and work. </li> <li>Eat crap in my room, just because I happen to store it in my wardrobe. </li> <li>Wimp out of going to socials to build up health, productive social life in favour of sitting in peoples' rooms and bitching. </li> <li>Bitch. Particularly behind peoples' backs. </li> <li>Leave essays to last moment. </li> <li>Waste so much time on msn. Limit internet-wasting time.</li> </ol> <p> <span>I Will...</span></p> <ol> <li>Write blog more regularly and not whine about it being such a chore. Even if it is, because my life is so boring. </li> <li>Listen attentively in lectures instead of doodling/ dreaming about Keira Knightley in the <em>King Arthur</em> leather underwear/ thinking about what I'm going to have for dinner. </li> <li>Get books out of the library and actually read them instead of just putting them on my shelves to make self look intelligent and pretentious. Am fooling no-one. </li> <li>Organise lecture notes. </li> <li>Walk more to and from campus and town in order to get more exercise and not dawdle because my empty bag is 'heavy'. Similarly, a break is not needed half way up hills. This is a waste of time and annoying when people walk into self. </li> <li>Not waste money on chocolate from the vending machines after lectures/ walking through campus/ going near a shop.  Must avoid at all costs, even if craving for KitKat Chunky becomes unbearable. </li> <li>Hence slim into tiny black jeans.</li> </ol> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/11/04/a-new-start-4979333/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-10-17:/2008/10/17/goodbye-civilisation-4888352/kittikat2008-10-17T22:15:30+02:002008-10-17T22:17:43+02:00 <p>Right. Why my thoughts are currently preoccupied by fantasies of being marooned on a desert island, I do not know. Possible hints of disturbing underlying psychosis, but thought it could create amusing procrastination game. Yes, not original, but the definitive game. <em>If You Were Marooned On A Desert Island, What 10 Items Would You Take And Why</em>? Needs a snappier title, but you get the gist of it. It's fun asking people this and seeing them struggle to think of some remarkable object that somehow would simultaniously provide food, shelter and fight off a man-eating shark, when my first thought is of a can opener. So, as we preceed to a far, far off place...</p> <p><span>If You Were Marooned On A Desert Island, What 10 Items Would You Take (And Why)?</p> <p></span>1) A can opener - Yes, I was serious. Has man thought of a more ingenious invention? Well, yes, but this is a fabulous novelty one, possibly with an inbuilt bottle opener shaped like a dolphin. Handly little blade for... useful stuff (cutting things and, if driven to, self). Either this, or small knife. Practical, indeed, but just not the fun to be had.</p> <p>2) Coffee - Because life is not worth living without this commodity.</p> <p>3) A lighter - To create fires for purpose and amusement.</p> <p>4) CD Player with accompanying CDs of varying annoyingness - After all, one needs music for entire mood spectrum; boredom, apathy, lethargy and indifference.</p> <p>5) A calendar - To maintain basic level of sanity, observe days of religious significance (including own birthday) and cross off days until inevitable boredom-induced suicide. In that case, maybe a pin up calendar. Might as well drag out the torture, in which case...</p> <p>6) A vibrator - Does this need an explanation? Anyone who says love and companionship are their true goals in life are full of crap, and probably have never had an orgasm.</p> <p>7) Laptop - This has got to be an internet with a wi-fi point, because otherwise there is no reason to be alive. Electricity? Pfft. Shh.</p> <p>8) A giant sombrero - Everyone needs to have a laugh, and no-one in their right mind can keep a straight face when confronted with a giant novelty hat. No-one.</p> <p>9) An anorak - The one time I will fall prey to this ugly predator of practical outerwear. After all, nobody will see it, right? Doubles up as handy shelter, sleeping bag and deterrent to the fashion conscious.</p> <p>10) A gun - Come on, no matter what you're stranded with, life just is not worth living without access to civilisation and Jeremy Kyle on weekdays.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/10/17/goodbye-civilisation-4888352/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-05-22:/2008/05/22/city-centre-blast-explosion-does-that-me-4209572/kittikat2008-05-22T22:41:16+02:002008-05-22T22:41:16+02:00 <p>Well, it appears that you just need a bomb going off in town to put things in perspective. Rather weird seeing my uni area plastered across the main BBC News page, but even stranger to think that it actually <em>happened</em>. I mean, why? Why here in Exeter? I know it shouldn't have an amusing side, but considering it was only the guy who made the explosives that got hurt, you've got to wonder the mentality of it all. Locking yourself in a <em>toilet</em> then detonating the devices can hardly be called a hardcore terrorist act.</p> <p>Is it wrong of me to continue to wonder whether Starbucks with still be closed tomorrow? Because we were <strong>so</strong> hoping to go there after my archaeology exam. Speaking of which, it shouldn't be too bad. It's probably the one that should be the easiest (oh, except for 'Intro' module. What kind of university course gives you a multiple choice exam for your finals?), and I'm rather looking forward to the Roman Religion exams next week. Indeed, sad, but really interesting and my kinda thing. Besides, our lecturer is amazing and Italian and thinks us Brits have a political party called the 'Conservatores'; PLT, you rock.<br>Good luck to anyone else who is in that exam-y period. Little bit jealous of friends who have finished, but hope they went alright. Hurrah for summer holidays! Though, having said that, got the rather upsetting news that C and myself have to stay for the last week here at uni (about 3 weeks after our last exam and the last of the actual reasons to still be here) because the archaeology department suck. I mean, why do we have to suffer due to their lack of organisation and pestilential staff changes? Grr grr grr.</p> <p>But anyhow, must stop getting distracted. I just caught myself sitting here, motionless, for a good 5 minutes. Faith was wearing a see-through top in the episode we watched tonight. Yet this has nothing to do with my point, apologies. It's interesting seeing how people react to shocking news, or something unusual, even if it was only potentially dangerous. Initially the whole event seemed to be treated like a regular (yet slightly interesting) occurence that simply happened in town and a topic for a five minute chat, kinda like when the new shopping centre opened, or when we had a little group shopping trip to Anne Summers. When I phoned home (or rather, tried to for an hour) to warn my parents that, if they had heard something, I was safe and nowhere near the blast, my dad just laughed, then told me his day had consisted of mowing the lawn and having a beer with Nathan. Yet, skip forward a couple of hours, and I get concerned texts from friends saying they just heard about Exeter being on the news, and was I alright, was anyone dead and that kind of panicky drama.<br>Has the media managed to create hype about a rather insignificant event, scaremongering about bombs and terrorist threats when someone just blew up a toilet? Or are we living in a world, desensitised to these kind of events and expecting the worst in society? Or just that my parents are insane?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/05/22/city-centre-blast-explosion-does-that-me-4209572/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-05-21:/2008/05/21/wednesday-4205343/kittikat2008-05-21T23:48:38+02:002008-05-21T23:49:25+02:00 <p>Man, do I feel tired; must have done more work today than have done for the entire year. Bed is seeming mighty tempting right about now. In fact, aimed to go to bed a good 45 minutes ago, but got a little distracted choreographer-ing dance moves for old boyband songs and comparing how high we could kick. I think we all pretty much ripped our leg tendons, but, hey, at least the pride's still intact. Pity I can't say the same thing about Katie's muscles...</p> <p>I am ninja. I am sly, like snake. Or possibly fish.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/05/21/wednesday-4205343/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-05-20:/2008/05/20/tuesday-the-plan-4197543/kittikat2008-05-20T12:21:51+02:002008-11-08T02:51:30+01:00 <p>Okay, having wasted a good amount of time already today (being attacked by giant fluffy rabbits, watching X-Files, having Buffy-conversations), I think I better have a plan of action. Haha, so:</p> <p>- Food shopping (pretty much everything, don't forget the pineapple)<br> - Look for purple dress in right size<br> - Revision notes for a few arch. lectures<br> - Read first chapter of <em>A History of the Classical Greek World</em><br> - Email Cas and Q<br> - Check for post<br> - Email D. Museum. Yet again.<br> - Write home <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> <u><br> 11:25 PM<br> </u>Righty.</p> <p>- Few hours wasted in town.<br> - Dress not available<br> - Zero hours of lecture revision done<br> - No educational book read (does the <em>Cosmopolitan</em> sex page count?)<br> - No emails sent (yet several non-productive hours spent on internet)<br> - No post. No packages. No love.<br> - Forgot to contact the museum<br> - The one thing I really needed to remember. I am a cruel, evil, heartless bitch and forgot to write.</p> <p>I am such a total idiot. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/05/20/tuesday-the-plan-4197543/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:kittikat.blog.co.uk,2008-05-19:/2008/05/19/kitti-remember-the-pineapple-4196012/kittikat2008-05-19T23:14:08+02:002008-05-19T23:14:08+02:00 <p>Ah, I know it isn't too late, but I'm a little exhausted and tired, so I'll keep this pretty short (you lucky people!). Spent rather a lot of time, for me anyhow, doing some revision. It's a wee bit worrying, when you've summarised a two hour lecture, then forget the <em>subject</em> it was about five minutes later. Arg.<br>It's not even as if I can blame it on lack of sleep! Okay, so my snoozing pattern is a little off when I'm at uni (especially now lectures and seminars are over), but I can hardly blame my wussy-ness on nocturnal habits. Eight hours sleep is plenty. Or make that a round eleven. Meh. I'm thinking food should become more of a priority though. It's getting kinda dumb again, and I don't want to fall back into really bad habits that started at school. Definitely not, they were not happy times. Shall go tomorrow. Ooh, must remember to get some pineapple.</p> <p>Note to self: <em>Bad Girls</em>: new official favourite Buffy episode.<br>Faith + leather trousers + sexy dancing with Buffy = Kitti's "gay dream", as S so eloquently described it.<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kittikat.blog.co.uk/2008/05/19/kitti-remember-the-pineapple-4196012/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>