Cat-astrophe

For a moment the other day, i seriously thought that i was about to be told we had a pet. I phoned home to talk to my mother about the whole Salford thing and my brother Alex started gibbering about cats. As it turns out, he had quite a fright one morning during the week. He came downstairs after mum had left for work and saw a lump on the windowsil behind the curtain, he pulled it back and was astounded to discover a cat. He rang mum at work in a panic thinking he'd stumbled across an early birthday present.

Unfortunately this wasn't the case. As it arched its back and hissed when approached, Alex was forced to go next door. They own a very playful little black kitten themselves; who, incidently, has also found her way into the house, and to the main bedroom, before. They came in and removed the wide eyed cat.

According to mum, this wasn't the first time the same cat had visited. She had been out in the back garden the previous day with the door to the kitchen open. Working on the windowsills from the outside, she looked up and met the gaze of the same cat sitting inside the kitchen.

Considering the fact that my brother has developed a small obsession with cats, and given the pet conversation i'd had the week before, i think the whole charade is a sign that we need to possess a cat, or a pet at least.

Our pet budgie Diego died on Christmas Eve in 2007. I was devastated, she was mine. Just to clarify, she originally had a blue nose which means a budgie is a male. However, when we got her she was very young and eventually it went brown, which in fact indicates a girl, i couldn't change her name though.

We used to let her out and she played with us, especially if we had food, or drinks, and especially alcohol, i got a photo of her 'bottoms up' in a glass of wine. I might talk about her again in the future, for now I will work on either kidnapping Lulu (next doors cat) or acquiring one myself...

Until next time...

Thanks for reading!

First ever blog!

Well, this is certainly something very new to me I must say! Having a blog was always something I knew others did, it never occurred to me that I should try it for myself. Seeing as we were encouraged by a tutor in a university Creative Writing class to try it out, i thought i'd give it a shot! 

Today I've had to deal with a 24hr Literature takeaway test paper, the 19th March was cited as doomsday as far as i was concerned, considering I didn't really want to take literature at uni. I thought a test in it which lasted the whole of a day would kill me to be quite honest. 

Poetry was always taboo in school, something we hated. In the case of Poetry in Creative Writing, it's not so bad, you're writing it yourself (not in olde english) and NOT analyzing it! However, English lit means you tear it to pieces and feel like tearing yourself to pieces to avoid it at the same time!

I think I've survived though, as far as I know i've written all I can. Now back to another boring night. 

Currently, I am sitting in my room with the iPod on, playing Madina Lake of course. I can't believe I'm going to see these guys again in the near future, last time I wound up on the floor having no clue how I got there with a glass of water being thrust at me by a friend who I didn't even recognise for a scary moment. 

This time, support comes from Kill Hannah, and their song Crazy Angel? If you know me well enough, you know that I absolutely LOVE that song. I take their CD into work when I have the canteen shift and blast it from the kitchen, loud enough to be heard over the very noisy dishwasher anyway. 

Urgh, that reminds me, tomorrow is Friday. I love Friday after one o' clock, it means I get to go back home to Manchester. A 40 minute ride back to the house. This week I'm going to the cinema with mates from home which should be good I hope. 

The reason i don't like Fridays is because it means work on Saturday haha. Another lovely 9hr shift woop. I guess once I'm there and have stopped watching the clock it isn't so bad, earning a bit of money to keep up my gigs addiction anyway. We got the dates last week telling us when Tesco is moving to a temporary store for the rebuild to start, typical me I can't remember them exactly, but it should be interesting.

Might just chill on Saturday night though, a week of deadlines and stress hasn't half tired me out, depending on whether people go to The Venue tonight I might sleep, or I might not, we'll find out wont we?

If i get my application sorted, I could be back at home in September, in my own bed! I am hoping to transfer to Salford University, because, despite everything, i really miss being part of the family back home. Trying to sort it all out (and it's not sorted) has been stressing me out on top of everything. Yesterday I even had a wobbly moment wondering whether i was doing the right thing, but I am hoping that I will be happier at home. Even so, I will miss a few of the amazing friends I have managed to make here.  Love you guys! 

I could wind up doing this quite often, its strangely enjoyable, whether or not you are interested is an entirely different matter, if you can put up with me I should be posting more often, possibly not forgetting to write for months on end like I usually do with normal diaries!

Thanks for reading, if anyone did of course. If not, i don't really care... I kinda like just being able to type away! 

Kirsty!