So I guess this is really a tribute - to everyone who helped make and shape those memory’s, I thank.
Our lives are shaped by so many people in ways we can never even fathom, and I’m just glad that these years have happened to be shaped by the best people on this planet.

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

P.S You all rock

It was so amazing! I jumped so much and all but one jump were uprights. My horse was being a bit difficult but we got over all the fences and it was such a confidence boost. Although at the end, we were doing some cross country jumps, it was the last jump and my horse kept refusing a hanging log, (a log held up on posts so there is a gap underneith) but we finally got over it, went for big gallop circle, came back and, at full cross country canter to keep up the impulsion we headed towards the jump, only for him to stop literally just infront of it - I however carried on over his head, smacked onto the log, and slid off it onto my feet. It hurt. A lot.
But I don’t really mind because there wasn’t a whole lot I could have dont to stop him doing that, and I’m still alive, last night the hip was very painful making walking up/down stairs fun and sitting down a bit of a mission but this morning its just a bit bruised :D

The week previous I went to a foam party at Fire club, and although it was absolutly packed to and beyond capacity, I had a lot of fun. It was lots of fun to dance whilst some guy sprayed everyone with layers of foamy stuff (leaving your hair smelling strangely of persil) Although towarsd the end, my lacking in stature became slightly hazardous, as I found myself increasingly getting crushed and had to be saved on a few occasions from complete flattening.
The next morning my ribs were sore!

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

I’m so proud of all my friends; as far as I know everyone got into university.
In the morning I was woken up by a frantic friend yelling at me to get on a computer because track had updated and she had got in! I tried my laptop, but the battery promptly died, so I had to throw myself down the stairs and yoink the computer from my mother whilst ordering both parents out of the room. The tension was building as I couldnt remember my password (luckily it was saved to the PC :P)

The current status of your Application is:
Congratulations! Your place at University of Surrey to study Psychology (4 years) has been confirmed.

When I saw that message I just screamed! My mum and dad came running shouting “what? what! WHAT!” clearly confused as to whether the scream was in heartbroken anguish or joyous disbelief. They wer relied to find itw as the latter.
Suddenly my actual results didn’t seem to matter, but all the same I found myself aprehensive as I pulled the paper out the envelope.
I got an A in english literature, A in psychology and a B in history (oh and a B in general studies but, as you may have guessed I really don’t care about that) I am so chuffed with the B in history - I genuinly didn’t believe that I’d get that.

So I got more than enough for my ABB uni offer and am officially going to Surrey! I also got allocated my accomodation and I got my first choice of Twyford, which is ensuite! :D YAY!

So well done everyone; all our hard work finally paid off and now what once seemed like a distant idea that we’d never really reach has suddenly become a reality which needs to be furnished with cutlery and plates and photograph collages.

Lotsa Love and Congratulations
Kat
xxx

Lesson Number 2: Do not put frying pans in the microwave. They are made of metal and of plastic (well ours has a plastic handle) and whilst the metel doesn’t heat up that much, the plastic does and this gets very very very very very hot. So hot that when you grab said handle you’ll probably end up burning the palm of your hand.

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

I was watching ‘Sasha: beauty queen at 11′. Sasha was lovely - and maybe people will say I’m being bitter because I could clearly never compete in a pagent, even should I want to. but it seems to be wrong. Sasha often seemed uncomfortable and unsure of how she was meant to be behaving. Especially with her mother around who seemed just as interested in how much attention she could get for herself as for her daughters modeling career (the repeated reason given for pushing Sasha)
The mother herself was a model but her career was shortlived and started late. Altho the mother continuously said it was “about sasha”, she said many times ‘I’d like to do this - I should do this I could win this etc etc.’ Also when the attention was not on mother and daughter and just on daugher, she was very vocal about how boring it was.
A different pagent mum said “sasha could do very well. but it would be sasha’s success. not her mothers.” And that, to me, was a poignitent comment.

Maybe I’m being overly harsh, and I’m sure the girls love it. Dressing up as a princess would be incredible. I just dont understand why some parents would push so hard when the child wasn’t enjoying themselves. One grandma said “shes become my hobby” Wierd much?
But what harm is there and what is wrong with being proud of your child? None.
Whats wrong with pushing your child to live for your dream not theirs? Every thing.

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

The Joker was an amazing villian - you loved to hate him. He terrefied me and yet I laughed at his jokes - you can appreciate the wierd and twisted genious in his actions and the irony he uses. Also, a clever ploy in the film means you never learn his back story, allowing him to remain detached. It also allows everyone to see some side of themselves in him. “Madness is like gravity - it only takes a little push”.

I also love the commentry on morality; at one point it seems a shipful of Gothams most feared criminals have more decency than the shipful of ‘innocent’ civilians. The Jokers comments about anarchy and the subsequent flipping of the coin showed me also that, whilst chance is the only truly fair way of deciding something (chance has no biases or prejudices and cannot be bought or bribed) but I still don’t think that makes it the right way to decide things - just because something is fair doesn’t mean its right.

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

It was also great just monging out in the apartment in the morning when we would all dive into one or other of our rooms and just crumple on the beds allowing our sleep fuddled brains to wake up very slowly and mumble vague plans for the day which usually involved either the beach or the pool and lots of salty crisps.

I enjoyed getting to know the girls in different ways and I feel that my friendship with them is stronger.
Thanks for the great times

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

In other news - I am a lonelygirl15 obsessive. Yes I know, its finishing this August so I’m a bit behind the times, but its pretty cool. I wish I’d got caught up when it started in 2006 when people first thought it was real for a bit (kinda like I wish I’d found all the cloverfield viral stuff). That would have been fun. I’m currently on episode 213, and my favourate characters are Jonas (yes yes, because he is the hot one) and Sarah (because she isnt taking anything seriously) oh and of course I love P.Monkey, esp when directed by Sarah!

Half an hour before I leave for the air port - DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN.
Maybe I’ll hand write blog posts (would that infact be called a diary! I think so) and upload them when I get back.
I’m taking a 2gb memory card so hopefully thats lots of photos and videos that I can bore you all with - other peoples holiday snaps can be the worst! But it is compulsary.

Wish us luck!
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
doveezhdahneh (that is the phonetic spelling of Bulgarian for goodbye!)