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.



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:

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


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.

salmon and broccoli

Dear pancaketeers,

This is another multiple catch-up post, albeit not a really interesting one. I am sorry for lagging behind so frequently, but it seems that hibernation mood has sucked me in in every way. I am constantly kind of semi-tired, can’t get myself to do any work or go out of the house unless absolutely necessary. Which is great for a couple of days, but by now it just makes me feel awful. Lazy and unproductive and boring and even more tired and unmotivated. Caffeine sometimes helps, but not always and not really… I’m doing my best to pull myself back out of it, but at the moment I am failing miserably!

As a result I don’t really have much to report about Tuesday or Wednesday: dragging myself to lessons unprepared and without homework, buying fast food instead of cooking, taking buses instead of walking as usual (to be fair, on Tuesday it was also so TERRIBLY cold I would’ve frozen), doing the bare minimum when it comes to taking care of my nails and skin and hair (ok, I did my nails yesterday, and got a new shampoo). God, this sounds miserable!

On the bright side, I got train tickets booked for the weekend and I’m super duper excited about it!!! It means I’ll miss improv again, but for some reason and even though I want to do as much as possible while I’m here especially since there are not too many sessions left, taking a step back does not seem too bad right now. I’ve been really angaged in the society lately, and if there is one thing to spoil anything for me, it’s overexposure as well as the sense of being bound and obligated.  I’ll be back for the next show on Wednesday and the Christmal social and next weekend Stu is coming to visit, so that’s all still good.

So much going on and going to be going on until the holidays. Which led to the sudden realization that there is not much time left and that it’s running out ever so fast. I’m almost panicking whenever I think about it! That’s the problem with fitting in so well – the big fat countdown reminding you that you don’t really belong, can’t really be a part of anything and sure as hell you better not get too comfy and all settled in. Oh well, too late I guess.

=^.^= Koneko.

nachos and beans and cake and I don’t know

time to wrap this all up, it’s like two weeks ago, no one cares anymore. So…

TUESDAY (the one after London)

Showing parents around in Nottingham and on campus(es) and getting the expected disapproval for my current lodgings. Catching up with squirrel minion (while eating cheesy, clustered nachos) before the final rehearsal workshop and being too tired to even take shoes off. Still really happy to be back in Notts and feeling kinda proud to be living here.


The reason I didn’t just skip these last few days is basically Wednesday night: COMEDY IN THE DEN! What that is? It’s a comedy night put together by the improv society – and my very first improv performance aaaaah. Excitement. Nerves. Excitement again. In the morning I did a bit of flyering (more fun than you’d think once you get into it), then had lunch with my parents and got the shortest of power naps before getting ready and rushing down to uni again.

It was a great night! We all did very well on stage, I laughed a lot and so did the audience. The only thing not so nice was that somehow through the interval stand-up comedy and audience suggestions, a mild theme of racism and Nazis ran through the second half of the show… But I don’t want to focus on that, since there are so many positive things to say. I am really proud of the whole group, everyone did really well, there were no big messups. I am also really proud of myself, I do feel like I did a good job and am quite pleased with myself.  Once I got onstage, I stopped being nervous almost altogether and focused on my scenes – I particularly like the change game we played, because I actually incorporated a lot of the advice I’d gotten over the last workshops. I am also really happy that my parents liked it. All they’ve been hearing for the last couple months (just like you) was “improv improv improv”, but I think they never really got it (in more than one aspect). This was a really good chance to show them what improv really is about, how it works, and, mostly, that I haven’t been wasting my time fooling around, but actually found something I gam enuinely passionate about and that is creative and beautiful and can actually give me skills such as confidence on stage, in speech an appearance/performance, quickwittedness, teamwork etc.

And that’s a wrap! Thanks for bearing with me and see you soon for regular daily posts.

=^.^= Koneko

rice and curry

Today, Monday.

Sorry this is so confusing… It will be over soon, promise. And then I’ll go on the next trip and the whole madness starts again.

Dear pancaketeers,

postmen are really not to be envied. Imagine what time they had to get up to ring you out of bed! Still, they are annoying as hell. Also, I now believe there is not a lecture in my timetable I haven’t skipped at least once. But these days, I’m too tired to pay attention most of the time anyway…

=^.^= Koneko.

organic scones and quiches

(last) MONDAY

I feel like this is never going to end…

Dear pancaketeers,

if you knew my dad, you’d know better than to say, “we’ll just go down to Covent Garden and find something to eat along the way” My dad is like some sort of reversed Gremlin: never not feed him in the mornings! (also, don’t get him wet, lol). In my eagerness to be spontaneous and adventurous, I disregarded that rule, which led to mutual exasperation and into an overly organic for our tastes breakfast bar, which in the end turned out to serve really delicous (and healthy naturally grown, organic) food. Once everyone’s hunger and need for caffeine was satisfied, we – uhh, what DID we do? – oh right! We went to everywhere I had already been on Saturday morning, on foot of course! I still absolutely love Trafalgar Square, there just is something about that place…   Buckingham Palace on the other hand, is in my opinion quite unimpressive and overrated as a landmark, even if the Queen lives there. St. James Park is, indeed beautiful (like all parks are, they are truly beautiful, but still, at the end of the day it’s just parksand they all look more or less the same) – but the SQUIRRELS! Aaagh! So cute, so smart, so trusty! I think I chased every single one of them to offer it imaginary treats because unfortunately I didn’t have any real ones.

I don’t regret doing the same walk again. Different lighting can change the world. Big Ben is truly a great view while soaking up the afternoon sun, before it start’s getting dark (at 3pm, whuat) and chilly and, just to top it all off, begins to rain. But who cares, we had to catch our train back to Nottingham anyway. Because, you see, as if I wasn’t exhausted enough already (once again, slept through the train ride), I still had plans for the evening.

After a rollercoster of suspense, I had only on Sunday manage to get hold of a ticket to the Pretty Reckless. I really wanted to go to the gig, not only because I love the band, but also it felt like a huge shame to not attend an event like this happening righ in my backdoor for once (usually I have to travel half the world to get to gigs). However, I am getting ever closer to the conclusion, that concerts of all kinds mainly consist of waiting – for doors to open, for the gig to begin, for the supports to finish, for the main performance, for the encore… I have also concluded that, even though it is a pain during the aforementioned waiting, going to concerts alone provides you with great freedom of movement. Once again, I wiggled my way to the very front, even though a bit later I allowed myself to get pushed back a couple of rows. Third and fourth conclusion of the evening: don’t go on an album tour gig when you are not really familiar with the new songs, it takes out half the fun; also don’t go to a rock, or any concert really, if you’re barely able to walk straight from tiredness. You’ll find you have to strongly will yourself to enjoy, instead of just waiting, hoping, praying for it to be over soon. Still, it certainly was an experience, and I am despite all really glad I didn’t miss it. My only real complaint: they didn’t play my favourite song!

=^.^= Koneko.

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