My cat is a gentle cat, most of the time. She’s kind, and loving, and sweet. Unfortunately, she can also be a bit of a doormat, and so she’s been having fights with a new cat in the neighbourhood. She had a nasty looking wound on the top of her head, so we decided to call the vet tonight, and we went in for an appointment.

She hated it. Turned out she has an abscess, and the vet had to use some not nice methods to clean it. Scabs were removed, irrigation was done, and Minoes protested vehemently. The vet, who was lovely, told us (well, me) what was needed to do the maintenance at home.

That’s where the killing comes in. I am to massage the goo out of Minoes’ head once a day, and we have to keep the wound open. All of this she will not like. So, guys, if I stop posting on Snark, and stop answering e-mails, you know what has occurred. Most likely, she will have smothered me. (It’s what she’s been practising after all.)

I’m a person who likes food. In fact, if I had things my way, my parents would be entertaining a lot more than they usually do now, just so that I can make delicious snacks, as well as meals.

In earlier days I would have just decided what I wanted to make, and then make it for Lunch, or just for the hell of it. Unfortunately, lately that’s not really been possible, as I’m sticking to my diet again.

This week, however, I’m taking on three food projects. Tomorrow I’ll be making a curry from scratch, because I’ve always wanted a proper one. Friday, I’m making Lasagne Bolognese with garlic bread and a salad, because friends of my parents are coming over for dinner, and finally, on Sunday, my sister will be having her belated birthday party, for which I’m going to make all kinds of different foods as well. Just thinking about it has me quite hungry, already.

Next Monday I’ll probably be sick of cooking for a while, but honestly, I don’t mind. My University work needs attention too!

Sometimes I wonder about the general intelligence of my family. Not necessarily the book-smarts, but more the common sense, everyday smarts.

I mean, who goes to hockey practice and forgets their stick?

Apparently, my sister. Who has had to ring the doorbell a few times because she went out the back door and forgot her stick. XD

Sometimes my family is highly amusing to me.

How come two people, both with at least one advanced degree, can’t figure out how to activate a newly made google account?

Today I had the best day I’ve had in a while. Enjoying yourself in the company of others sort of takes a back seat when you’re busy with exams and catching up with work you should have done earlier .

Friday my day was not so good, starting with an exam that didn’t really go according to plan, and ending with what shall henceforth be known as the Friday Fiasco. The Friday Fiasco has been on my mind since it happened, and it was nice to get away from it today .

I spent the day with my aunt, uncle, insanely cute cousin, and their cat, who doesn’t really seem to like me all that much. When I arrived we had some lunch and I helped my cousin with the gift I bought her (a wooden elephant she could paint and put together) and after lunch we went to a playground where I watched my aunt and uncle throw snowballs at each other, as well as my aunt being chased by my cousin, who would try to throw snowballs at her.

Before dinner the three grown ups sat on the couch, and my cousin sat/hung on my lap, which was really cute and really nice. We watched Mr. Bean’s holiday, which I hadn’t seen before, but now really like. My cousin and I also managed to persuade my uncle to let us watch a Winnie The Pooh movie. I found out later why he wasn’t enthusiastic at first; my cousin had seen the movie so often she could say all the lines and sing all the songs almost word perfect.

After dinner when I was on the way home I had the only down point of the day, although it was a very large down point. You see, I spent the 2 hour long train ride back to my city in a train which couldn’t have been warmer than 10 degrees Celsius! It seriously made my feet hurt and I had to buy a hot chocolate to get warm again.

That was the only damper on my day though, because other than that it was pretty awesome! Everybody needs a cute 4-year-old cousin

Over the past few weeks our cat has been sleeping in my room. Mostly she’s been sleeping on my top bunk, or on my mouse arm, or on the end of my bed. Recently she’s taking to sleeping on top of me. Like so:

That there in the back of those incredibly grainy pictures (used my laptop webcam) is me. I’m trying to look at my computer screen, and breathe at the same time, which is sort of impossible, since the cat was right in my face.
She’s done it again, by the way. She came to sit next to me on my bed, and then stared at my breasts until I made room for her to lie on them.

Believe it or not, but when I was younger I could be a real brat. (These days I’m more of a goodie goodie two shoes. ) I would steal sweets from the sweets jar, and eat them in my room. Read in bed, even though my mother had already said that I should turn of the light and go to sleep, and in general (occasionally) not do as I was told.

I remember this one time very vividly, it was at my grandparents house, where I was staying for a few days. My grandparents didn’t have an impressive amount of toys so I usually brought my own, or stuff to read, but they did have a few barbie dolls in one of the bedrooms, which I would play with.

One day I decided to ask my grandmother if I could wash their hair, and of course my grandmother said no. So, like any good girl, I did it anyway. I washed and dried their hair, shaking the excess water off by holding them in my hand and shaking them about, and I didn’t think my grandmother would be any the wiser.
Until she entered the room and saw the tiny wet spots on the wall where the excess water had landed. She asked me about it, but I ofcourse said I didn’t know anything about it, and that was the end of that.
From then on, whenever you entered the room and looked hard enough, you could still see the spots on the wall where the water had dried.

My grandparents house was put on the market last year, because they wanted to downsize, and they handed it to its new owners at the beginning of September. I’m happy for them, because they now have a lovely new apartment, and because it’s what they wanted, but I’m also said that it’s no longer theirs. It held a lot of great memories, like this one.

I’m so happy right now! I haven’t been this happy in a long time. This happiness was caused by three things:

1. Graduating! I’ve now officially graduated and it was so much fun! People were called forward in groups, and the group I was in was talked to by my amazing physics teacher. She said a LOT of nice things about me, and it just goes to show how well all the teachers know me, and I really appreciate that.
   I’m also officially done with the stupid yearbook as it was handed out today, and I got a lot of compliments about it!
2. Driving! My grandparents gave me an awesome graduation gift, I get to take driving lesson, and they are going to pay for them! I’ll probably be starting in September, since I believe you have to be 18 to start, though I’m going to find out if it’s possible for me to start sooner.
3. This is probably the biggest reason I’m happy right now: Medical school. Remember I went to a selection day, which was the second round of the selection process? Well, based on the scores of the different things you did you were put on a list. On that list the person with the highest score is ranked number 1, and the person with the score after that number 2 etc. The higher up on the list you are the bigger the chances of getting in.
   I’m number 8!!!!! Edit: 28-06-2009 (Oops.. I posted the wrong number before.. A friend of mine is actually number 7) There are 300 people on the list btw.

So yeah, today was a really, really, really good day!

I love the house I live in. My parents have lived here for around 20 years if I remember correctly, and I have lived here all my life. It shows in the house, for it has gotten a rather lived in feel, with all our books and non-matched furniture about the place.

It also shows in the way my parents interact with the people on our block. Most of them have been here for as long as I can remember, and only recently did some houses come on the market, and were sold to new owners.

Whilst new blood may very well be interesting, I have come to find these new families to be slightly irritating. They are easy to get along with for the most part, but they have some annoying habits.

One of the habits they all seem to share, is DIY. Which is great, I’m all for home improvement, adding value and all that jazz… It’s just that after having to listen to constant hammering and drilling and sawing (some of which can go on till 10.00 in the evening) you become rather infuriated with it. Since I live in a terraced house that is rather susceptible to noise coming from the other houses (it’s the way the houses were built), it’s almost as if all the hammering and drilling and sawing is taking place in your own house.

Another habit that gets on my nerves is the fires they start. Apparently it is a lot more fun the bun garden waste instead of driving it to a composting facility. The problem is that this burning can only occur in dry weather, and dry weather is usually only available when the wind comes from the east, and is therefore aimed directly at my window, causing the smell of burning wood to linger in my room. >.<

I’m not entirely sure I can chalk the next annoyance up to the new  neighbours, but since it has only started recently I will mention it anyway: one of the families living in one of the houses closest to me has purchased what I believe to be a bread maker. It’s great that people are making their own bread, but it seems that they turn it on in the middle of the night, and since for some strange reason my hearing has become much more sensitive lately, I can actually hear it kneading the dough. This is an annoyance mainly because I’m not sure it’s a bread maker, and I don’t like unidentified noises. Especially not ones that keep me awake.

For the time being I’ll learn to deal with all of these things though. I take comfort in the knowledge that there’s only so much that can be improved with these houses, and that the DIY will soon stop hopefully, in the knowledge that there is only so much garden waste to burn before there’s nothing left of your garden, and in the knowledge that in a few weeks I’ll be on holiday in Germany, and I won’t have to deal with that particular unidentified sound any more!

Yesterday I had the worst luck I have ever had in all my time of travelling with public transport. It was even worse than the time I missed the first bus I wanted to take and the one I wanted to take instead of the one I missed didn’t show up, as did the one I wanted to take to replace the second one.

So what happened? Well, I haven’t been to the city centre in quite a while, since I was on study break for my exams. Turns out they have been doing some work at several bus stops. After my bio exam I walk to the bus stop, very confident that I’ll be able to catch the bus on time, and when I get there the bus stop has been moved, and I don’t know where, because I can’t read the sign.
So I walk to my second choice bus stop. I always never take the bus from there because it’s on the other end of the city centre, and I’m not a fan of walking. Nearby is a book store and since I have some time to kill before the bus comes I wander in there. When I do eventually get to the bus stop there’s no one there. Very suspicious, so I look at the bus stop sign, and it turns out this one is also moved. This time I can read the sign, and it turns out I have to walk even further.

When I do eventually get on a bus and make it home, I’m home and hour later than I would have liked… >.<

And then there’s the icing on the cake: When I get home my sister is all: ,,Oh didn’t you know that the bus is rerouted to stop directly in front of the school?”

AAAARRGH.