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

This weekend has been a bit freaking awesome. I spent from friday afternoon till sunday afternoon with James in Portsmouth where he showed me the sights of his new home. Turns out Portsmouth in October is freezing cold and very very wingy - I was aware of neither factor and didn’t take a coat, and so ended up freezing cold and wet. A lot of the time. Especially when what started out as a small jaunt to find a quiet pub in Gunwarf quay turned into an epic battle against gale force winds; Kat was suitably unimpressed and ended up looking like a drowned rat.
However, all in all a fantastic time was had and it was really really really cool to see James again :) although it made me very sad to say goodbye.
However when I was in Portsmouth I did end up missing the people in Surrey and this for me was a positive - it showed me I made the right choice and I’ve found people whom I can belong to. It was great to get a facebook wall post from Sophie saying she missed me - it made me feel loved and wanted :D YAY

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

P.s I know the windy city isnt actually Portsmouth