Well what shall I witter about tonight?

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How about My Environment: An Essay on the place where Kat Types her Blog

Well I’ll begin by setting the scene - I’ll describe what I see.
My computer is a bit of a beast actually (as in hugely massive, not good) and so it takes up about half the desk when coupled with the speakers, keyboard and numerous, probably useless wires that surround it like undulating (god I love that word) snakes. If I look to the right, there is my beloved wacom tablet *Strokes*, two shot glasses and two unconnected computer mice.
To the left there is…well…a mess actually. Just looking I can see a glass with the end of a milkshake (chocolate I think) and several random blank CDs lying around. Then if I have a rummage I can find a whole pile of ink cartages (WOW! Some are PINK! and Purple) and a fairly large elastic band
*Pause whilst Kat fiddles with band and is then distracted by trying to retrieve it from the printer she pinged it into*
Oh my god! My ring!!!
*Another pause whilst Kat rescues ring from near death in a hole punch*
I can also see a fair few disks - Sims 2, Tiberian Sun, something called ‘Psychonauts’ (not mine I promise!)

Ech, as you can see right now everything is a bit chaotic. Its no wonder my mind is!

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

Its amazing how annoyed you can get just by reading something, I mean picture this; here I am just minding my own business, reading other peoples blogs (ok so not minding my own business) when BAZAM! I feel like I want to spit teeth and strangle someone. Maybe its just me, or maybe its the effect that the blog’s author has on people, who knows. But Seriously?! what the hell…

Yesterday I had another cross country lesson, which was awesome despite riding a pony (Saxon) who doesn’t seem to do anything other than a flat out canter when jumping XC. We did a few courses this time rather than individual jumps, the only trouble I had was slowing the little bugger down sow e could actually get a decent line up to and away from the jumps, so if anyone has some advice on how to slow down but not dishearten an excitable, hard pulling cob I’d really appreciate it (I tried half halts and I tried letting him run his own course). I mean, don’t get me wrong its really nice to find a horse so enthusiastic about jumping and clearly loving every moment, but I’d like a bit of control!

This evening is PARTY! W00ty! Due to many people working and so being about 10 people down from the numbers I usually have at my parties, I’m planning many drinking games and we have all been threatened with Aftershock by Jelly.
I’m looking forward to seeing all my bitches after our extended absence from each other where I feel I have become too normal and need to top up my insanity levels a wee bit.

I expect this is a fairly boring post
C’est la vie
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

When I opened that brown envelope, I experience a few things; My heart stopped trying to jump out of my mouth in a desperate attempt to deny that I was actually about to open the envelope. I was very very happy with two grades I received (A’s in English and Psychology), and not so on the other two. I was indifferent about the 5th (general studies; it clearly is bollocks because I got an A and yet barely answered any of the questions on one of the papers and wrote utter utter monkey balls on the others.)
So AS results day has been and gone, and all that has changed is I now don’t worry about things I cannot control but I now worry about things I can control.
I have decided I am dropping history to concentrate on biology for which I got a D (need a B. I mean, yes it looks a bit hopeless but I was only 4 marks off a C, so maybe I can drag my brain into action. I did it for maths GCSE…)
Its actually fairly relieving to think that I don’t have to read the stack of books I have borrowed from the library on Mao and his social revolution, I mean it looked interesting etc, but I’d rather not read them :p

I would like to congratulate everyone who just got their AS results - you survived it, so thats one thing and we all have another year to make sure we all do the best we can. Also my consolations to those who didn’t get what they’d hoped. Chin up!

Lots of Love
Kat
xxx

Past few days I’ve spent my life sticking fake nail tips to my real ones and grinding the two till they sit flush before painting them. I’ve only managed to paint 3 and its taken me two days. I’m fed up of them now, it was a stupid idea. They’re not going to turn out how I want and I’ll have wasted £8 and two days of my life. Should have gone to a salon, I could have had pretty designs then.

Stupid fake acrylic dream

I didn’t realize how much you could love one miserable little Island where it pisses it down with rain so much!
I’ve only been back in England two days and I’ve already been told I need a life away from horses. Damn.
Well that seems to scupper my sudden realization that if I do actually want a horse I’m gonna have to start saving now - If I have a £3000 budget for the horse and it costs around £3000 a year to keep one, then I’m seriously going to have to win the lottery very soon. I’ve decided to set up my ‘pony fund’ now, contribute a small amount each month and then when I get a job (which I admit I’m not really being proactive about) I’ll stick most my earnings into it.

Recently I’ve had trouble sleeping - I always have had vivid dreams, they’re usually weird as dreams tend to be by their nature and I’ve had nightmares obviously but I’ve had some worse ones recently. Its odd though when I think about what dreams actually are. One theory is that its your brain making sense of random firing of neurones, another is that its your subconscious playing out fantasy’s, desires or fears safely. I’m not sure what I believe; I expect the more scientific one is right but I also think that dreams must have another purpose. Not that I think they show us the future or that they are a way of talking to your dead cat, but maybe that they are there as a little nudging from ourselves, maybe helping us remember or making us resolve. I don’t like that its all biological chemicals firing around in our head and that its all completely random and non-meaningful, but I don’t know if thats my human nature of trying to find a meaning where there is none because if I can give something a meaning or a name its less frightening and easier to move on from.

I feel a bit naked - This entry has been a little more what goes on in my head than usual
I’m gonna go put some clothes on.
Kat
xxx

(That means hello my friends, I’m like, almost Italian!)

Yes, as I type I am sitting high up in the mountains of….somewhere in Italy near a town called Asiago (azii-a-goh) and if I look out the window….the weather looks suspiciously mountainous - grey.

Well the first week of my holiday was suitably sunny and boring. Minus the one day when I got to meet up with one of my best friends who was also in Sienna. We ate ice-cream and marveled at the mini 3 wheeled lorries which careened around the city at a less than sane speed. We stayed in a little Villa owned by an Itlaian family with an obsession for dogs - they had 2 husky/german crosses (amazing blue eyes) and a miniature schnauzer and an undeterminable breed of hound. One of the German shepard crosses (called Zeus) adopted us and followed us around whenever we were in the villa.

This week has been more fun - for one I’m not alone with my family but there are other english families with us, but also we are not just wondering around cities aimlessly untill me or mum finally gets stroppy and we go back to the Villa. On Monday I did a 30 km cycle ride around the mountains (up and down, some of the downs angled at about 45 degrees which was very unnerving.) Yesterday We went white water rafting in several 2 man inflatable canoe. My experience was one of trying to cooperate with a trained monkey that didn’t know its left from its right and couldnt get the hang of steering. That mnkey was my father. We ended up on the rocks more than twice but never capsized. Today I am being indulged with a 2 hour ride with someone who possibly cant speak english, so I’m just checking out all the horsey words I might need to know. Like stop!

The hotel we’re staying at is 4* (It came with the package holiday. My parents are far too stingy to choose that!) and I’ve decided 4 star is the only way to go. hehehe! the breakfast music taste is bizarre - we started off with an unusually tasteful kooks song, which was then replaced with “If you leave me now…you’ll take away the biggest part of me…OOOOHOOOOHHHOOOOHOH…” being blared out at a less than civil volume. To follow that we had the worst rendition ever of “Somewhere over the rainbow”.

One thing the Italians are famed for is there driving - and believe me our coach driver is a typical example of the mad, bullish style that is typically associated. He guns his way around hair pin turns on the edge of the mountain, so close to the barriar we actually hit it yesterday. It was a trip not for the faint hearted and many members of our group did it with their eyes shut, crossing themselves repeatedly.

Anyway enough for now
arrivederci!