My life is now boxed and ready to be relocated; summer officially ends fairly soon and a my Uni adventure begins! Its been a fantastic summer, and I’ve learnt alot about myself, about my friends and about life in general.
I’ve faced down a few demons, and found that I’m actually a lot more emotionally stable than I give myself credit for.
I’ve strengthened friendships and I’ve lost a few.
I learnt that everything changes - for better or worse -and that resisting this is too much like swimming against the tide; you’ll only wear yourself out and it will happen just the same.

I hope me and my friend all manage to maintain contact through the millions of channels availiable - I’m gonna miss you guys. I’m gonna try and keep up blogging for my sake if for no one elses.

So there isnt alot else to say apart from good luck everyone in your futures! May they be bright, sunny and successful whatever path you choose

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

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

My recent lack of posts is because I have recently found myself busy driving round England hunting the rare and elusive creature; my perfect university.
The steps to the hunt are very simple - pick a course, pick the universities, drive around your chosen area visiting as many as you choose until you finally cannot stand to sit through another gushing welcome talk by the respective head of department or university and you really don’t care what their teacher ratings are. Then you settle down with a list and narrow it down to five, which you then home in on, and pounce in the hope that it will allow itself to be caught.
I’ve looked at Bath, Surry, Nottingham and York. So far I rank them

1. Surry - the best accommodation by far and also the best course.
2. York - Ok accommodation and a good course, very enthusiastic lecturer
3. Nottingham - only by default, not so keen..
(Bath doesn’t count, I don’t have an A* in GCSE maths and so can’t apply)

I learned a few things. Firstly, Never Assume it will do what it said on the label.
When we settled down for a talk entitled “Welcome from the head of Nottingham Psychology” I assumed it would be the head plugging Nottingham, telling me all the wonderful facilities the department has and how wonderful it does compared to other Uni’s, but I actually ended up listening to The Head of Nottingham Psychology plug his own research and book, priced £15.99 from all good bookstores and a lecture about the bloody MRI scanner which was in fact invented in Nottingham (and weren’t they proud of it!). We then went to a Talk on Psychology I assumed that they would now be telling us about the course, what a Psychology degree would involve, the usual stuff.
WRONG!
I sat and listened to a mad German professor tell us about his experiment into yawning monkeys and the contagion of yawning. Ironically several people fell asleep.

I also learned that driving on ‘A’ roads isn’t so great - its actually pretty boring when its just straight forward, asides the over taking a zillion lorries or the scary tailgating lorries. But City driving is VERY stressful.

Anyway, I’ve just spent whats verging on 7 or 8 hours in a car, so now I’m gonna go do something active and save my legs getting varacus veins.

Lots Love
Kat
xxx

Today I walked through the front doors of sixth form, not really registering that this was the last time I’d leave them as a year 12. All I thought was
Wow, time really has flown
We ended the year (naturally) with cake, cookies and lemonade and some last minute advice and revision from a few teachers.

I feel…I feel like I should be feeling something right now!
Year 12 ended today and I just finished my first year of Sixth form, but it feels like I only just joined it!
How can I possibly have completed a full AS course in 4 subjects, and now be expected to complete 11 exams over the next month?!

But I know I will; I did it for GCSEs and I can do it again damnit!
I might lack anything that resembles a social life, and I might go crazy (maybe so people don’t say
Kat, yeh she’s crazy, but in a good way
and more say something along the lines of
Kat, yeh she’s crazy, went off the rails during her AS exams…never really been the same
It will be worth it at the end. It will
(I hope…)

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

I used to be able to come home every evening and settle into a routine of mooching-> homework-> dinner-> James/homework/friends because there was always a tommorow to start revising/coursework/organising my folders or any one of the thousands of other things I really should be doing rather than looking the other way every-time something reminded me. Suddenly though - I can’t do that! My tomorrows are lacking in numbers and now I can actually count them - 14!
I have 14 tomorrows until I have to do my history exam
I have 16 tomorrows till my biology…*whimpers*
So, I guess I have to start today. (well luckily I used my powers of foresight, saw this crisis coming and started Saturday!)

On another note I triumphed over technology!
Yes, I managed to connect my phone to the computer and extract some files - it may have taken me nearly an hour to do so but I did
Just me and the instruction manual, fighting it out; for a long time I was the underdog but then REVELATION and I quickly defeated it
HA! Up its…USB socket!

Lots of Love
(the victorious)
Kat
xxx

OhCrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap

I have been looking at universities and I just realised; I DON’T HAVE A CLUE WHAT I’M GONNA DO!
:(
Plan A: Psychology - well I don’t know what kind. There are a billion and looking at the course requirements I’m not sure if they are as…challanging as I might want.
Plan B: Mounted Policelady - Feck off. I would fail. And I don’t really think I want to
Plan C: Hobo - least I dont have to make any choices except for which door to sleep in each night.
:(

Oh dear

I don’t know any more
Now I’m scared :(