We got snow this week! Here in Guildford it was a foot and a half deep - it was amazing. I’ve honestly never seen snow that deep before in my life. The university was closed for two days which was fabulous as I didn’t have to get up for one of my 9am’s - a delight to any student.
Being a child at heart (and most would argue in mind) I relished in jumping around knee deep and snowball fights. Although my attempts to make a snowman were unsuccessful as I found for me there was too much snow to get a good snowball started so I just tagged on to my friends :)
Some students (I think it was the rowing team) made a massive snow man. I mean like….the body was taller than all of the boys and the head had to be attached by someone climbing up on top and hanging on for dear life.
When me and James were walking to the station to pick Sophie up from the station (an unsuccessful journey due to the miscommunication of which entrance we were going to!) we passed another group of students with another massive snowball, trying to roll it up a small hillock so they could then push it down to the lake. Their motivational cry was “Yes We Can! Yes We Can!” which made us giggle. (On the return journey it appeared that yes they did! Now there is a large snowball sitting forlornly in the shallows of the lake. Not sure what the ducks made of this new addition to their home)
We still have the last remains of the snow (which is pretty impressive bearing in mind it snowed on Monday 2nd) which now is more an irritation than anything as you have to wear shoes which wont leak. Damnit!
So obviously I’m now back at uni after the xmas holidays, and its really lovely to be back - don’t get me wrong it was nice to be home, but the last week was so dull and I missed all my Guildfordian friends and the Twyford life. Its something of a unique experience.
The one bad thing about being back is my new timetable is a lot busier than last semesters (with two 9am’s. NOT COOL! I realise many courses have 9am’s every day, but if you do, you shouldn’t do such a ridiculous subject :P)
Unfortinatly, YMHR will soon (not sure on exact date) be going down. Forever. Which means that this blog will be gone. So if you do read this, please be patient whilst I set up a new blog ASAP and I’ll leave a link here for as long as YMHR functions.
Lots of Love
Kat
xxx
This week I have achieved the following
- I made cookies
- A rabbit hutch door fell on my head
- I read half a chapter of a text book
So, to sum up - NOTHING. Believe me all this nothing is very much overrated.
I’m just waiting for James to come home and then to go back to uni where I can get back into the nitty gritty of being a student. Yay for nitty gritty I say!
First Monday night back should be lotsa fun to go out, and I have a lecture Tuesday at 9, but I am just that hard core :P
I just realised this year will be my blogs 3rd birthday. This is the longest ever blog site I’ve kept. I’ve become rather attached to it really!
Anyway, enough of that excitingness - I don’t want to tire you out!
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
Its safe to say that for me, the 8th of January 2009 will be in my top 10 days of 2009. Hell it probably will be in my top 5. If a day seeing my long lost (well, fine so I hadn’t seen them for 3 weeks) university friends wasn’t fun enough, I then had the pleasure of seeing Julia Nunes. I think I mentioned in the post before that I was just a little excited.
After a minor directional fuck up (yeh, okay so walked in totally the opposite direction for a bit) we got to the venue, went into the little room, settled down on the floor, Kirstin poked me and whispered “Oh My God…look…look!!!” There, sitting barely 5 feet away was Miss Nunes herself. Also…one of my favourite youtubers who goes by the name Nerimon was sitting with her and Charlieissocoollike. It was very bizzare - kind of like I’d accidentally walked in on a youtube celebrity gathering. I was a little awestruck; me and Kirstin had many giggles and crazy eyes looks at each other.
The atmosphere was incredible and Julia Nunes played brilliantly. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
:D
I saw the new year in stylishly, having fun with my friends in the way we know best; alcohol, lolly pops, giggles. Now I have copious photos and bruises to remember it. Thanks Tom for another fabulous party which was drama free and I spent with people I actually enjoy spending time with! Thank God.
So here I am again - new year with new promises to myself I wont keep, new resolutions which will last about as long as it takes for me to put them into action.
Only I suppose this year really is new. I have new people in my life, new places and new memories. They say a year older, a year wiser and I hope so. Last year I learnt that everything in life changes - there are very few consistencies. This can be for better or for worse, but whatever it is, it wont last either. I also learnt that you can overcome anything with the right loved ones, given enough time and space. Onwards and Upwards? I’ll drink to that!
Being home really is fabulous but I have missed uni - I called a flat mate up when a favourite song of his was playing and hearing him yell “OH MY GOD ITS AMAZING!” made me realise how much I love my new friends and life. However I am looking forward to meeting up in London on the 8th for lunch and shopping, giggles and I have no doubt lots of getting lost.
I also am going to see the absolutly AMAZING Julia Nunes in concert on the 8th which I am SO EXCITED ABOUT IT I HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPITAL LETTERS TO TRY AND CONVEY MY EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! There will be videos.
Thats all for now folks
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
I have an early start tomorrow so I should be going to sleep, but instead I want to describe my evening - its been quite eventful!
On Friday and Saturday I was with James, which was wonderful (despite him being all ill with a horrible flu thing :( ) So this evening I was coming home on the train. A few stops before mine, I hear an allmighty screaming; the kind of screaming which is made by many people. In shock I turned around to try and work out where this was coming from and what on earth was going on! It seemed like from nowhere near 100 emo children, smelling of beer and self pity, swarmed onto the train yelling and shouting. The mob somehow got hold of the train tannoy system and began yelling useful information to the train such asRobert is a cunt or Ben is a gayboy (etc etc). Luckily, as I said it was only a few stations from mine, so I was able to quickly remove myself and come back to the safety of campus life.
Today is the birthday of one of the boys from middle floor, and so middle floor was suitably holding a party; when I arrived said boy was already very very drunk - he dived on me with a yelp of “KATHRYYYYNNN”. As usual when the lads get drunk, nakedness was eventually suggested, more specifically a shirtless lap of our halls. Me and Sophie followed the three athletes to watch them go (one was the birthday boy). Once they had set off, me and Sophie disappeared into our halls, smug grins on our faces ready to watch the horror when the trio realised they had been locked outside. Our mirth lasted the whole of about 30 seconds before Laurence came jogging up the stairs gasping “Pete [birthday boy] has fallen over, he’s hurt himself, we dunno what to do”. After a few seconds of “You better not be pissing around” me and Sophie ran off in the direction the trio had set off in, to find birthday boy and Johnny sitting on the floor. It became immediately apparent birthday boy had cut his head and there was a fair bit of blood, so Crisis Sophie and Kat took over, Sophie dealing with Pete (“Okay sweetie, can you keep looking at me whilst we work out what you did here! Do you want a shirt?”) whilst I called the internal emergency line. To my news that “My friend who is quite drunk has fallen over and is bleeding from his head” the response I got was “and what is your name….and is that with a C or a K….” I became slightly frustrated with this - I just wanted to know someone with some medical training was heading our way. Apparently the paperwork had to come first…
Finally someone arrived and Pete was taken to hospital (much to his disgust. On being asked if he wanted to go, he said No.When told that he was going, his response was “When will I be back” - what a hardcore!)
So that drama over, it seemed all that was left was to go to bed; oh no no no. From bottom floor I heard the guitar being played, and I came down the stairs to something of a miniature spontaneous concert going on, with one of the boys playing classics such as wonderwall and when September ends. It was really quite special - we swayed and everything.
Okay, now to sleep
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
It seems the winds of change truly are blowing. Long may this continue and I hope Obama truly does fulfil the promises he has made.
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In other news:
Yesterday I was chatting away to sophie on our internal phones (never mind that she’s just down the corridor :P ) when I heard Laurence shouting “FIRE!! FIRE!” to which my response was “Oh for fuck sake!”, because me with little faith believed this to be a poor poor joke, and I was just about to go out and tell them as such. However the dreaded fire alarm began to shrill, sending shock waves through my body as I grabbed my keys and shoes, dived out my room and headed down the corridor. On my way out I met Helene, and we walked together ; before we had reached the door to the kitchen Helene grabbed my arm and looked at me in horror
“SHIT! My chips!”
We jogged passed the kitchen, and I glanced in the window in the door to see the room filled with smoke. We sped up, everyone from our floor shouting “GET OUT! ITS A REAL FIRE! GET OUT!”
Outside we all huddled, most people grumbling, Helene grinning nervously, Sophie panicking about her essay which was on her bed in her room, which is next to the kitchen. I just shook a lot, mostly out of adrenaline and some out of cold. We waited for a while, before the warden called us over with a tin of charred embers still glowing.
Luckily the boys had come back from hockey about an hour early (Laurence tried to use the fire blanket but failed and Johnny set off the alarms; our heroes :P) - we decided not to think about the results had the chips been left for an hour more
So now we have no oven.
All’s well that ends well
Lots of Love
Kat
xxx
I handed in my first essay last Monday - one for the ‘biological bases of psychology’ unit. It made me want to cry and/or kill someone. I also found myself writing the last part on the Monday morning (it was due by 4pm) because I had spent Sunday night not writing my essay but being involved in fishy goings on.
One of my flat mates, Harry, decided to buy about 5 whole fish from the fishmonger because they were very cheap (total = £5). So naturally when he came home and unwrapped one, the idea came about that we slap Harry (because he bought it after all) with the fish, and so the story began. The slapping of harry progressed and the idea came about to head down to middle floor and get one of them, and so down the boys went, slapped someone and threw the fish in after running back up. The victim from downstairs came back upstairs with the fish and proceeded to rub it all over Harry’s door. Forgiveness was quick however, when the idea to double team and get bottom floor was proposed. Again, down the stairs went the boys, fish in hand and some poor unfortunate soul had a fish thrown at them once more.
It would have been logical at this point to stop - should bottom floor have wanted too they could have evened out the score and all would have been well. However it seems that my floor is not logical and the lure of further fish pranks was too great! A second fish was cut in half and string was tied to the head end, with a note curled in the mouth which read “with love xxx”. The plan was simple - we swing the fish into the window of bottom floor from middle floor and at the same time, throw the tail of the fish in from the ground. The execution was perfect (well, minus the minor hiccough of me ending up with my fingers being slammed in the hinge of the window, twice, much to my discomfort and which ended up with me having to sit with frozen peas on my poor fingers for half an hour and resulted in swellings. You can hear the screams at the end of the video but I think I’ll edit those off)
Watch it here
Only problem is now, bottom floor kind of hate middle and top floor, and are apparently plotting revenge; and I’m thinking its gonna be more than just nicking our chairs.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
I just finished the book Looking for Alaska by the author and youtube sensation John Green. It is fantastic; a book of last words, first loves, lasting questions and final goodbyes.
One such question posed by a character is:
“Islam, Christianity and Buddhism each have founder figures - Muhammad, Jesus and the Buddha respectively. And in thinking about these founder figures, I believe we must conclude that each brought a message of radical hope. — so this is the question I leave you with — what is your cause for hope?” - Page 256
It is this last bit which I was drawn too; what is your cause for hope? In this world it would appear there is very little cause for hope. The giants of famine, poverty, war and disease seem to impend far too high for the human imagination to surmount and yet if this were true, nothing would ever be achieved and society would not function in the way it does today and so for me, that is one cause for hope – that right now there is some form of functionality to society and people do seem to be awfully resilient little buggers. We survive because we must.
I also take hope from things I experience; on the tube when I was travelling home at the weekend I saw a man give up his seat for a woman for no other reason other than he just let her sit down instead of him. These random acts of kindness give me hope that these individuals will be able to keep some light shining in the darkest hour of history; if and when that should come.
I take hope that people can write books which make me cry; whilst people can make words create physical reactions, we’re okay.
I take hope from the warmth and kindness I experience everyday from my friends.
My cause for hope is that there are good people in the world, and ultimately good must always triumph over evil just as we must survive.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
It seems the boys in my flat want to make some money. And they have a few plans on how to go about this and how to achieve what Will called thousand-aire status.
The first of these is a condom delivery service, where by they sell condoms for around 50p each. Yes it had been pointed out that if you got to the Health Clinic you can get a whole strip of them for free and its very much cheeper from vending machines which can be found up and down the country in almost every pub, bar and club going. However, they appear to be undaunted and have spent £40 on condoms from Durex. At least if their plan fails we dont need to worry about them running out of protection for sometime.
Their second plan is a little better - a bar/club crawl. They sell Tshirts and people get merry - everyone is happy.
So far their money making schemes arent hurting anyone, and it certainly provides entertainment for the rest of them. I have no doubt there will be other crazy schemes; Will seems full of them and if he persues them all with the same energy then who knows where he could end up one day - hes promised us that should he ever get rich he’s going to mail us all a condom with a note to the effect “SO THERE” and then bill us for the time.
Such is my life
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
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