They’re coming for you.

I found a Daddy Longlegs bouncing around my microwave just now. I was feeling generous, so I caught him in a jar and let him out the window.
Those creatures do freak me out a little. Ever since I heard that the Daddy Longlegs supposedly has the strongest poison known to man, only they have no teeth and so can’t administer it, I’ve been worrying that Mother Nature will eventually start to feel sorry for them, with being toothless and all, and fix them up. 
Just think of it. They’d all want vengance on human kind for all the kids who’ve pulled the wings off their defenseless forefathers. We’d all be screwed. I mean, even those of us who’ve never hurt them, and catch them in jars and let them out the window. They’re insects, they won’t care about making sure they’re only killing the guilty ones. 
We’re doomed. DOOMED, I TELL YOU.

POSTED BY Katta ON 07.01.09 @ 8:10 pm | 0 Comments, say something

Meh.

You know, I kind of thought I knew where I was going with my term paper a couple of weeks ago, before I had a meeting with my supervisor. I did. But then he changed a lot about what I was doing, and I left that meeting a lot more confused than when I came in. That was last Thursday - not last week, but the week before that. He was going to read the pages I’d written and get back to me in a day or two. I didn’t get an email until this weekend, and in that email he basically said my references were no good, the material I had planned on using was no good, and that I have a whole lot to do.

If only I knew WHAT he wants me to do. I feel so screwed. 

POSTED BY Katta ON 04.21.09 @ 11:42 am | 1 Comment

Stuff.

As silly as it may seem, being far too young to remember 1989, Wednesday was still emotional for me. The memorial content on the Liverpool website made me start crying a little. But, what I was grateful for, was that not one of my students mocked me for us having been kicked out of Champions League on Tuesday night. None of them, not the Chelsea fans, not the Man United fans, so much as mentioned the match. I thanked them for that before we all left, and one of my (really quite hot) United fans said he’d even been rooting for us a little. My students are awesome. They have their grammar- and translation exam tomorrow, and I really hope it goes well for them.

Tomorrow night I’m cooking for a dinner for 50 people at Sydskånska along with Ally, a friend of hers (who is a linguist and a Liverpool fan, which, awesome) and a bunch of others. Very much looking forward to it, and hoping I won’t give someone food poisoning. But since we’re going out afterwards… What to wear that you can both cook and dance in? 

POSTED BY Katta ON 04.17.09 @ 8:28 pm | 0 Comments, say something

Twenty years on

96 reds never made it home, 
They will never be forgotten, 
They will never walk alone.

POSTED BY Katta ON 04.15.09 @ 9:42 am | 0 Comments, say something

Silly stuff

They keep showing that commercial for ‘Wipeout’ on the telly - I’ve never seen it, but it looks insane. The commercial for this particular episode amuses the hell out of me for one reason, though. When the girl (that is the girl who was on Idol, isn’t it? V?) tries to climb the - well, whatever it is, and can’t get up there, and the guy comes to help her… And she throws him this look and goes, "And how is this little man supposed to help me?" I can’t help it. The way she says it is so awesome. *giggle*

POSTED BY Katta ON 04.10.09 @ 9:15 pm | 0 Comments, say something

Boobs! Boobs everywhere!

I was watching telly just now, switching the channel when there was a commercial break in Kitchen Nightmares (what? Gordon is awesome) and on channel 3 there was a show about women who get boob jobs. They were just about to interview a girl who was going to become an E-cup because she hoped it would help her get a career as a model, and I’m ashamed to say that my first thought when I saw her was, "Honey, no boob job is ever going to make you a model." I actually felt kind of bad for her.
The only reason I could see for getting a boob job (for myself, that is) would be to be able to wear dresses and tops that require cleavage. *sigh* I can only stare at them, give in and try them on only to have it confirmed that they are not for me and my non-existant boobs.
And still… No. *shudder*
Ooh, not-going-to-be-a-model girl’s mother has a fabulous scouse accent! God, I love that accent, I really do.

POSTED BY Katta ON 04.09.09 @ 9:40 pm | 0 Comments, say something

I has moved in.

I freakin’ love my flat.


And just because it looked so cosy last night:

 

*loves* And the bed! Oh, the bed. *snuggles* Goodbye, back-ache.

POSTED BY Katta ON 03.24.09 @ 10:53 am | 4 Comments

Footie notes.

This is just something I need to write down, so that when the football season is over I’ll at least remember that we had two glorious weeks here.

4-0 against Real Madrid.

4-1 against Manchester United.

Benitez signs a new contract keeping him in the club until 2014.

5-0 against Aston Villa.

Regardless of what happens now, this fortnight has been fucking awesome.

POSTED BY Katta ON 03.23.09 @ 9:31 am | 0 Comments, say something

Yay!

The flat is furnished and ready! And it’s so pretty, if I may say so myself. I shall take some pictures tomorrow. Just need to sort out internet now - I’m not sure how, but I’ll figure it out. I’ll have to ask a neighbour or something. I mean, it’s included in the rent so it should work automatically, but we’ll see.

POSTED BY Katta ON 03.22.09 @ 7:37 pm | 3 Comments

Behold, she geeks.

What has happened to me? I just sat by the computer, listening to the Champions League draw live on UEFA’s website. What is wrong with me?

We’ll be facing Chelsea in the quarter finals, by the way. Playing the first leg at home. Isn’t that just awesome? And Man United got Porto, of course.

I am so freakin’ tired. Feels like I have a cold or a flu just hanging around, waiting to break out when I least expect it. It’s sucking all the energy out of me, and I need my energy at the moment, dagnabbit!

POSTED BY Katta ON 03.20.09 @ 12:19 pm | 2 Comments