bacon cheesecake?

A ferrace wheel has appeared on the Old Market Square. When? I DON’T KNOW. How? Out of nowhere? Why? I HAVE NO CLUE. It was just there.
Also, the weather is unbelieveably good. It’s taunting me.

Dear pancaketeers,

I spent the last three days hugging everyone goodbye. Which, at some point, kind of took the sadness off of it. At least a bit. But first things first.

Patch came to visit the weekend before last. It was great, he is the first friend I made here in England, he is hilarious, and hopefully we’ll stay in touch. I basically gave him the same tour as Toast – Batman House, Robin Hood statue, Coffee House and improv. It was, for some reason, as strongly Batman and 50 Shades themed session. Odd, but highly amusing. We also wandered a bit around the posher part of Nottingham, marking the houses I one day want to live in (In case you’re wondering: it’s ALL OF THEM), and had a really early morning walk up to the train station, which was freezing but absolutely worth it! I love this city so much…

The rest of the week was, for the most part, very strange for me. Everyone was incredibly busy while I was practically standing still, sleeping too much and not leaving the house. It made me feel truly horrible, as in my frustration I also started getting upset with people who carried no blame whatsoever. I eventually pulled myself together though, started to do exercises for my knee, cleaning out my room and contemplating first aspects of by BA thesis. In the evenings I would go to the improv troupe’s Small World shows, which were fantastic. I laughed so hard! It also made me feel kind of sad I am not staying longer, because I would’ve auditioned for troupe then. I believe with a bit of proper training I can become good.

Then there was Saturday. Valentines Day. If you think about the cliche idea of it, what should a perfect V-day include? Dinner together, some sort of show/entertainment, dessert, some good alone time, presents/cards/chocolate, and wine. And even though it was a crazy busy day and I had well settled to skipping the lovey dovey stuff whatsoever, I somehow got all these things! And in the best (yet arguably very unconventional) way and order possible. Presents consisted of a hastily scribbled punny card for me and a single small roll of love hearts from me and the wine was the 1/4 bottle that had been standing around the room for weeks at mid-afternoon (I drank it straight out of the bottle too, much to the horror of certain Squirrel Minions of Darkness). Dinner was chips and pie from the local fish and chips store, hastily eaten over the kitchen counter due to time pressure. Dessert consisted of 2 for 1 GU cheesecakes that we ate in the theater before the beginning of the last improv show (entertainment – me in the audience, SMoD in the back, doing the lights). It was perfect!
In the evening there was an after party at the improv house, which was quite fun, albeit quite weird also.

And from then on it was goodbyes as far as the eye can see. Last improv session (a bit disappointing for a last one), finals hugs in mooch. I was really touched by people’s sincerity, expressed in the tightness of hugs. And yesterday, a final round of cards against humanity with people who refused to say goodbye on Sunday. It is really nice to feel so appreciated and loved. It also makes leaving that much harder.

=^.^= Koneko.

PS: pictures shall follow. Maybe. At some point.


garlic bread

I am supposed to be tidying up, I’m getting a visitor tonight. And given the state the house is in, I’m going to be a terrible host (note to self: check if there is hot water in the shower at least). Well, that’s why FatCat has a 50% student discount, am I right?

Dear pancaketeers,

as you can probably guess, with all I was up to during the holidays and despite my very best intentions and carrying (very heavy!!!) textbooks through half of England, no studying happened in that time. Talk about bruises on my thigh and aches in my back for nothing! Which, upon coming back to Nottingham, with approx. 2 1/2 days before my first exam, and then equally as much to prepare for each next essay and exam. And let me tell you, I’m no Toast! Working on such tight deadlines ain’t for me, ohhhh no! So by the end of it, I felt pretty raw, I think one more day and I would’ve had a complete meltdown (got close enough as it was). It is good to know though, that a very decent essay can be written in 2 1/2 days if necessary.
I have to admit, of course, that the weekend in between went by kind of unused, with multiple cinema visits and weird improvised lasagne and walks around Beeston and, of course, improv. It was incredibly enjoyable though, and I regret alsmost nothing.

Well, and ever since then, I’ve been free! Which turns out to not be as productive as I had planned/wanted it to be…

But at least Toast came visit! We/I finally went to the Batman house, and back to PitandPendulum and everywhere else I wanted to show her and we met everyone I wanted her to meet and she even got to be part of a breakfast quest, yay. I had a great time having her here and showing her around, she is a very agreeable roommate ♥ 

Since she left nothing much has happened, except improv Sundays and lots of sleep and slow but steady preparations for my inevitable departure. I am practically living at the imrpov house now, since my house here feels less and less likeable by the day, and even though the heating there is on far too little, I have a decent kitchen, and hot chocolate (I basically live off the stuff lately, literally, whole days pass where I have nothing but hot choc until dinner tea), and a Squirrel Minion of Darkness who comes back from uni in the afternoons and friends who go to Tesco’s wth me (to buy more hot chocolate, and possibly some wine and cheesecake – yet I am actually not being that unhealthy, there is always salad and chicken for dinner tea, so I guess it’s a balance?).

Well yeah, that’s that. Not too exciting. It slowly starts feeling like it’s time for me to go home.

=^.^= Koneko.

seriously good ice cream

So I haven’t blogged in forever. Again. I won’t even promise to change anymore.

Dear pancaketeers,

I could say either ‘you didn’t miss much’ or ‘you missed a lot’, and both would be true. I think I will just start by talking about New Years’ and then just see how it goes from there.

Your last update was, if I’m not mistaken, shortly before my brother and I left for London. Well, we had a really good last day in Nottingham, catching up on everything we had been too lazy for before (so most of stuff, really) – and in the evening it snowed! Oh wait, you know that already. What you don’t know, but can probably guess, is that carrying/pulling/dragging heavy suitcases through dirty, half-melted slush is NOT very fun. Neither are overcrowded trainstations. Or 3 flights of narrow hostel stairs with no lift (seriously, stairs in this country are a nightmare!).
However, the hostel was a good choice, a good place to get back to when cold andexhausted from a long day. In the whole week I stayed in London, I did hardly anything I hadn’t done before – I tell a lie, I did aGrim Reapers Tour and saw Primrose Hill and Hyde Park, and found the best cake shop and vanilla cheesecake in all of London (not in the same place though). But even the places I revisited where (are) never the same. It was the first time I saw all the sites in a guided tour and actually got some information too – plus you meet new fun people. The Queen’s Walk is even more lovely by night, with a mulled cider to keep you warm. And don’t even mention the Camden Markets, early in the morning with nearly no tourists yet, they seems even bigger and even more like a giant, ever-shifting maze. We had a really great time, and I think/hope my brother got a good taste of … well, basically my life.

On New Years’ Eve morning I dropped the little one off at the train station and the truly adventurous part of my London-stay began. I met up with Stu and old school friends of his, to whose party I had sort of gotten myself invited. Turns out this friend has the most amazing apartment and rooftop veranda, complete with barbeque and an amazing view – perfect for the night’s purpose! We dumped our stuff their and did what responsible adults do – we went daydrinking! And then had a barbeque and kept drinking. 

The actual party was also pretty great. You just know it is when there is pirates and rum and suddenly it’s midnight when it was just 9pm half an hour ago. We had an almost great but still pretty good view of the fireworks on Tower Bridge. Shortly after, Stu and I just marched across the street and kind of crashed a party there for a while, which was indeed fun, and as everyone slowly left, we sat around, still drinking, drawing on the drunk and gone’s faces, until I fell asleep sitting upright on the couch. In the morning, like nice and grateful house guests that we are, we cleaned up a great deal of the undescribeable mess that was everywhere and then went for a very late and very tired New Years’ breakfast quest. It was really nice, because even though I spent two days with complete strangers, it didn’t feel like I was imposing, but rather like I was making new friends. After shakily hugging them goodbye on the tube, I headed back up to Primrose Hill, where I spent the night with my Australian friend. He was even more tired and hungover than me, so we didn’t do much except cook dinner, watch some TV and fall asleep. It was great.

Next morning, I stole out of the house like a thief at the break of dawn, to catch a train to my next stop: Somerset! I was very excited and a little nervous. You see, Somerset is where Squirrel Minion of Darkness is from. It was a really beautiful train ride, but my eyes were just too tired to look out the window, they just kept falling shut… Upon arriving in a place where the train station was smaller than Germersheim (Lingenfeld, more like), I realized how good this quiet ruralness felt after a week of noisy, busy London. I love the city, no arguing that, but it’s best enjoyed in small doses. Anyway, Somerset. Tiny, rural, quiet. With a nice, dimmed down room and big comfy bed welcoming still exhausted me to nap away most of the day… There was also a cat – clearly, I was in heaven! Long walks, lots of sleep and reading (with cat in lap and hot chocolate) and good food you didn’t have to cook… I’m getting all nostalgic now.

This is getting quite long so I’ll leave it here. The next chapter is exams anyway, not much to say about that….

=^.^= Koneko.