REAL studying

Well.

I've actually been studying lately.

Not frantic exam studying; not even frantic assignment studying. Genuine, trying-to-learn-my-stuff studying. I've written about fifteen pages of refill notes over the last couple of days, and even studied maps. Maps! This is the kind of studying I've been wanting to do since I started studenting, and it's good to know I'm finally doing it — it feels really nice and productive.

Unfortunately, I have an assignment due on Friday so I really need to be doing assignment studying, not to mention my CHAFF deadline was on Tuesday so, again, really should have at least started that by now (today being Wednesday).

But, at least, I've still been studying. And hopefully, once article and assignment are safely done and handed in, I'll get back to doing more study for the rest of my papers, and actually catch up to where I'm meant to be in my horrendous pile of reading, writing and notes — third year's fascinating but sadly time-consuming.

Still, good. This is the way life's meant to be.

(Am attempting to write shorter entries in hope that thus I will write more often. We'll see how it pans out.)

Quote: It's interesting how you all keep talking about characters, and how this character wouldn't do that. You know they don't exist, they're just words on a page. The point is, can the writer make you believe that they would do that.
— My writing lecturer, to us.

Kittens

So, we now have kittens.

Dan and I do, I mean. We went to the SPCA and found the cutest little girl kitten called Mitsi, who was over the moon to see us — she kept rubbing up against the cage, sniffing at our hands and trying to nudge our hands, and generally just making a little "Love me! Love me!" plea. She was pretty playful too; a little black-and-white thing jumping up at our fingers and chasing imaginary things in her cage. There were two other cats available; a white adult female called Lucky, who was soundly asleep and refused to wake up for anyone or anything; and, beside Mitsi's cage, another (albeit slightly sleepier) black-and-white 4 1/2 month old, this one a male, and unfortunately named Toby — Mitsi's brother.

We went away and talked about them, and it wasn't hard to decide to get Mitsi. We went back to the SPCA, and Toby had woken up a bit more. He looked at us, and just started purring, so loudly. He was so cute, and so affectionate, and I honestly felt bad about taking him away from his sister, whom he'd clearly been living with for all his life; Dan (with a wary look in his eye) agreed to Toby as well, and we got both of them.

They were so scared the whole way back home, looking wide-eyed out of their little cat box and miaowing constantly, but once home they timidly began to explore, and were soon at home. Toby's so affectionate; he'll come and curl up on my lap, with the loudest purr you've ever heard, while Mitsi's much more playful, running around wrecking things, pouncing on her brother, and generally causing havoc.

They're both such friendly little kittens, and you can tell they come from a loving home. I took them to get fixed last Friday, and once we put them in the box they were silent — the whole way there. I walked into the vet's with them, and every other one of the half-dozen cats there was miaowing up a storm, but these little kittens were good, and apart from constantly having their eye or nose at the hole, looking at me, were still silent.

Anyway, here's a picture of them, curled up on my lap: Mitsi at the top, and Toby lower down. So very cute!