almost burned bisquits

Dear pancaketeers,

outside, the big, fluffy flakes have given way to a steady downfall of fine snow, and after jumping around the house excitedly I decided this would be a good time for me to give a sign of life.

I am very, very sorry I stopped daily blogging. I don’t even really know why, I guess everything felt so normal and routined that, lulled in my wintery laziness as well, didn’t feel like reporting them. I mostly did what I would’ve done at home, you know? Going for coffee and Christmas shopping with friends, and spening time with Squirrel Minion of Darkness (best decision ever made on this blog, naming him that). I don’t even remember where I left off…. I don’t think I’ve told you about the Christmas dinner at the improv house (great fun, beer bottles with stars on top of christmas trees, mulled wine, Christmas pudding -not my taste – and nerf guns for secret Santa)? Or going to see the Mockingjay (hell, what an intense film, I might just go see it again)? Or about the last week before the Holidays, which was pretty useless from an academic point of view (I did do reasonably well in my Mandarin oral though, hopefully), but brought with them the sudden and rather shocking realization, that the semester is over! After the holidays, nothing will be the same anymore, what with exam stress and all.There is only exams, and once the studying and barely passing is done, my time here is oficially over. And even though I know that I will be staying for few weeks longer than that, the sense of finality is now rooted in my thoughts, whether these concern improv, or uni ife, or Nottingham or my friendships here.

Enough about this! Back to the present, or rather the past.The first week of holidays was spent in blissful laziness, interrupted only by coffee-appointments and Christmas errands here and there – and again, more or less permanent goodbyes on various fronts (I am well aware that amidst studying, exams and Christmas, I won’t really see many of my classmates again). Nottingham has a weird feel to it when you know that close to everyone except you has left…. Eventually, Squirrel Minion of Darkness left for home as well, leaving me two days to myself and to prepare the arrival of my Christmas company, namely my beloved little brother. Between sightseeing and Christmas and successful baking, we somehow managed to get through the whole series of Korra in 4 days. So productive! Tomorrow we’re leaving for London. 

I want to try and blog more frequently again, I actually quite enjoy this form of sharing, but from a hostel common room this should be difficult. So, see you in the new year!!! (I also have lots of pictures I want to edit in at various points)

Oh, and happy belated Christmas everyone! 

=^.^= Koneko.

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meaty breakfast ommelette

Dear pancaketeers,

some nights are just not very restful – like those when you have to get up every 3 minutes and get fresh tissues, argh! Doesn’t help when people in the next room are talking until 4 in the morning. It kind of makes you want to go join them, but on the other hand you feel ill and tired and just want them to shut up… Fun.

Unsurprisingly, Sunday morning (when the whole improv house was dead and quiet, no idea where everyone was), was spent with silly movies on telly and not really feeling up to anything due to sleep deprivation and continued sniffles. Nonethe less, it was Christmas special day on radio, so we set out to uni and had a great and festive time! In session later I didn’t get up too much, on Sunday evenings I just can’t muster the energy to improvise, so I just settle in cosily and allow myself to be entertained by others.

Throughout the day there were mutliple ‘road trips’ with Stu, some with silly company and some alone, having whan has been called DMC’s (deep meaningful conversations), which I enjoyed a lot. I think he is one of the improv people I like, and trust, most. And it is nice to see that the feeling seems to be mutual.

Sunday turned into Monday while the tame, British snog marry avoid turned into the more extreme, German fuck marry kill around the imrpov house dinner table.

=^.^= Koneko.

fish cakes and beans

Dear pancaketeers,

I’m ill. Have been the whole week and now, on the weekend of course, my cold has reached its peak: I’m a sniffling, sneezing mess! Great.

I din’t really do anything today, just haning around the improv house, looking at old pictures, sleeping, watching movies … you know, stuff you do instead of studying when you’re ill.

I feel like I should go to bed, but know that it will be a restless night of tossing and turning and getting up all the time because tissues ran out.

=^.^= Koneko.

peanut butter

Dear pancaketeers,

I woke up in the morning and decided there was no point in going to my 9 o’clock, so I slept a little more. Then, just as I was getting ready to go to my beloved translation class, the doorbell rang – they had come to fix the light in the bathroom (oh yeah, we didn’t have light in the bathroom the whole week, made for some romantic candlelight showers). Which is great, but waiting for them to fiinish meant I’d be quite late. So I decided what the hell, I have enough stuff to do at home as well. So I sorted through my email, folded my laundry and tidied up, then left for my afternoon class – one hour early, as I discovered only upon showing up. Great. Sometimes then it pays off to be really good at procrastinating. In Mandarin class we discussed the exam and looked at a past paper. Which went disasrtously! Someone needs to do a LOT of studying if she wants to pass…

Anywho, finally home I made myself some healthy, proper food after a week of fast food and sweets, then took to updating the blog and had a quick nap, before meeting everyone at mooch (they’d been having improv auditions). After a while we went back to the improv house, where we started watching stuff on youtube, which became more and more absurd and gross over time, until I had enough and fled to bed.

=^.^= Koneko.

vegetable risotto

spoiler alert: I’m probably not going to be blogging much this weekend either. I know, I’m horrible and deserve to be banned from the circle of letter-blogging, but please do not ban me, I promise I’ll do my best.

Dear pancaketeers,

since this week not too much has been happening, I will recap it all in one big post.

I left Manchester on Monday morning, having carfully calculated to be back in Notts in time for my 3pm lecture – just to decide halfway along the train ride that, you know what, why not just skip it. So I did and went home instead and later Squirrel Minion of Darkness came by and I finally made that chicken.

Tuesday, nothing really significant happened, except/ even though it was my birthday, which I spent helping my study group with their into German, flyering for the comedy night on Wednesday and going to the rehearsal workshop. All in all not bad, just very, very uneventful.

Wednesday was for some reason absolutely chaotic. It began with almost (but not quite) being late for morning lectures and no breakfast, to getting home and receiving a text to come help flyering please, so I went straight out the house again and then decided that it would be too stressful to go back home and then back to uni again, so I hung around uni with Squirrel Minion, watching him do pre-labs until it was time to prepare the Den for the show. I hadn’t changed either, which annoyed me a lot because I wasn’t too keen on performing in a skirt, but that’s what you get for being lazy. The show went surprisingly well and was a lot of fun, most of the things that had gone kind of wrong during rehearsal somehow worked out on stage and everyone had a great time. And semi-drunk, deep conversations are the best company for the walk home. 

Thursday got lost between a lecture and an extended power nap, which led to me almost being late for our Christmas Formal, which I had been looking forward to so much. Dressing up and singing Christmas songs and fooling around while eating junk food, what better way to spend an evening! I was as much happy as surprised to find Stu had come down early and was there too, waiting to be filled in on everything. It was a great night, with laughter and shattered glass and awards and bleeding noses and slut-dropping and napkins converted to mistletoes and a tiny moment of wonderfulness. And then melancholy, when it hit me that my time here is almost over and I don’t know what I will do when it is…

=^.^= Koneko.

Toast

Dear pancaketeers,

for laziness reasons as well as time saving reasons and this-is-already-so-long-ago reasons, my weekend went a little something like this:

http://rockpapersquirrel.blogspot.de/2014/12/a-song-of-toast-and-bats.html

yeah, I know I’m lame. I think this is a pretty accurate summary. From the little I saw of Manchester, I can’t really say I like it, except for its 2-pound-cocktail bars of course. Despite not seeing much, the weekend was oddly nerducational, quite lazy and very very random. Which basically translates to: I LOVED IT! It was so good to see Toast again, I had missed her.

=^.^= Koneko.

brown sauce

last THURSDAY

Dear pancaketeers,

I’m sorry, sorry, sorry! I promised daily blogs and I am doing a terrible job these days. With no reasonable excuse either. ANywho, quick recap of last Thursday: no breakfast for reasons I can’t really remember, lecture, endless bus ride, buying chicken and then not cooking it, but getting cooked delicious cheesy food at the improv house instead and watching Forever and that was basically it.

=^.^= Koneko.