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.


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.