I invite you to my house, along with around 46 other people, to enjoy a Halloween party where we all make far too much effort dressing up as everything from gangsters, pirates, playboy bunnies and Disney fairies, than 17 and 18 year olds should. I spend all day with two other party organizing Goddesses tidying, decorating and organizing the house.
The party itself is a blast for me personally and it seems to be, whilst jam-packed, a success and there was minimal sick, all of which was in a toilet.
There are about a million photos (which I will put up, people please stop bitching :P)
But then you had to go and spoil it

You use my house as a climbing frame for your own personal fun (and no, I don’t care if you’ve done it before. I also don’t care if you hurt your hand.)

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On other notes.
My dearest friend has been reading me her beautiful poetry - poetry which you should not listen too with a mouthful of tea as you will find yourself laughing so hard that a small amount of dribble oozes from your nose as you struggle not to spit tea on your week old monitor.
“You are ridiculous…enough said”
What a line people, what a line…

In my life recently:
I have failed as a student - I was doing work at 7am this morning due in today when I had all week to do it. As I was writing I was thinking
You ridiculous, stupid child. What exactly where you thinking? Did you think this would end well, did you think this was clever? Well let me tell you young lady! This was certainly not a good idea and I hope the teacher yells at you for poor effort and awful work.
I then realized I was actually talking to myself and quickly stopped.

I was offered the opportunity of a horse. Yes. An actual real life horse for me to help exercise. But due to certain obvious injuries I have, I had to pass up this opportunity. You have no idea how miserable that made me - I was -> <- that close…

A very much loved horse, Limerick, had to be destroyed due to colic at valley farm last Friday. I’m still struggling to believe it as I saw her late Thursday night after the vet had been and she was looking better. Its a great loss and she shall be missed - I know her stable buddy Lulabelle is currently pining for her (yes horses grieve)

Lotsa Love
Kat
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Personally I do not understand these films or the mentality of those who create/enjoy them.
I Cannot understand why people want to watch other people be tortured - sure I enjoy scary films and thrillers, but these seem to be blood-fest’s for the sake of blood-fest’s: however brilliantly executed (no pun intended) they may be filmatically (I really don’t know if they are good in that way)
I have no desire to sit and watch human beings suffer, even if it is fake - that doesn’t seem like entertainment but more the quenching of a deep and dark fascination humans have with the thin line of sanity and the effect of pain and fear on people.
I know plenty of my friends like them for the gore factor, but is that truly it?

Please, can someone explain why you not only would pay to sit and watch Saw I but then go back another three times.

Oooh this is late for me…

This evening I have watched about half of a documentary film called China’s Lost Children
The preface being that 70,000 kids a year are abducted and assumed to be sold into th human trafficking (you know, that word never looks right…)
*interruption. haha! I have 3 minutes to write this post because my pain in the arse father wants me to come off. Its a challenge I accept. damn 2 minutes*
So far its followed the story of two children and, by the very nature is highly distressing and depressing. The government are taking their usual line of action and are more interested in hushing up this appalling figure rather than doing anything about it and children are being sold into slavery. Watching parents describe how, when it rains they wonder if their child is getting wet is heart wrenching…then its appalling to see how candid the traffickers are when they talk about it…unbelievable. Maybe I’m just naieve.

SO after watching that I felt the need to retreat into the comfortingly shallow world of CSI, toast and marmite and tea. Excellent; all the things a girl needs to forget war poverty and stolen children.

*w00t*
And that my friends is a blog post with one hand in 3 minutes
SCORE
Love kat
xxx

My new names range from cripple, to invalid to “haha you cant do[insert activity involving two arms]”
Aren’t friends lovely? Actualy they are :) Everyone is being very nice and carrying my bag for me or walking down th corridor shouting at frightened year 7’s “Get out the way!!!! CANT YOU SEE SHE’S HURT HERSELF!!!”
English today was a bit trippy - Hamlet was very boring and being dosed up didn’t help. I sat trying to make notes with a spinning head.

This Sunday me and my fellow party organizers are heading over to tesco to buy decorations and food for our awesome Halloween party. Its going to be great (I hope) I already know I’m going to be tinkerbell, I know I have a mini mouse coming, a playboy bunny, several pirates, Dorothy from the wizard of oz….its going to be the best!
So exciting!

Lots Love
Kat
xxx

Well aren’t I just a genius!
Yesterday I managed to break my collar bone whilst riding - I was just doing a diddy little warm up jump, and I guess I was just a bit enthusiastic about going over because once the horse had landed I just kept going over his head, landed on my left shoulder, rolled onto my bum, sat up and began to exhaust my vocabulary of swear words (and bearing in mind they make up roughly 10% of my normal vocabulary, there were quite a lot)
This screws my going on the mock hunt because I’m not allowed to ride for the next 3 months but the doctor said the pain should ease off in a week or two, which is good seeing as the only way I’ve managed so far is to max out on doses of codeine and ibuprofen, and move slowly.

Its my first ever broken bone but doing a sport like riding, it was only a matter of time. So this is me signing off one handed
kat xxx

:( Don’t fly mini remote control helicopters into your friends girlfriend’s hair. It HURTS (Of corse all the boys were concerned about was the helicopter, not that I might be bald in a little patch like rats nibbled my hair in my sleep!)
Yesterday I celebrated the boyf’s 18th with his mateys (yes, a lone girl in a room of….however many boys. Some were initially concerned that I might feel overwhelmed, clearly forgetting that I could have taken them all on! HA! *flexes muscles feebly*)

I am now spending all my time obsessively looking at haloween costumes, getting ready for my haloween party. It doesn’t matter that I’ve already ordered mine (although because the Postmen want more dosh, I’m not going to get it for sometime) and one thing I have noticed is that most costumes for women are like, whore costumes! I mean, they’re more suited for sex games than party games - sorry but I don’t want to be flashing my boobs, arse, legs and stomach (and the world should celebrate that) whilst dressed as slutty-Alice-in-slagland.

I’m also excitably discussing the mock hunt with my riding buddy at every opportunity, despite the fact its not till November time. (Remember it is a mock hunt, so don’t go sending me fox heads in the post!) I’m trying to decide which horse I want (its similar to choosing an outfit really - get it right and you’ll have a fabulous time but get it wrong and you’ll feel uncomfortable and insecure) Its currently between Ketrel (a beasty carthorse who is very well behaved) or an old favourite, Hibou (a camargue horse, so a lot smaller and feisty! He’s my kinda horse)

Ahh! Look at the time, I must go get ready for my riding lesson. Actually I’m hoping to get some video today so maybe I’ll get James to show me how to put it up!

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

I think I’m having a mid teen (I’m not even that any more!) crisis. A lot of things seem to be getting to breaking point and I don’t know how long its going to hold anymore. So, what happens when something breaks? You either fix it or get a new one (or just subtly hide it behind the sofa and pretend it wasn’t you) So thats what I’m going to do - I’m going to sort out the subtle, invisible things which need to be sorted and see how a new attitude to some things can help me.

To mirror this considering having a blog redesign…I’ve been All I Love, Need & Know for my entire blogging career (except when I was on teen open diary…but we don’t talk about that diary any more…) and sometimes change is necessary for evolution.

Viva la Revolution! (…no…not entirely random…)
Kat
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