Fish Murderer

I wasn’t a popular child growing up, we all know this. But I did have one best friend during primary school. Harriet. However, there is one thing that happened between us. One thing I did. One thing I’ve never really talked about. One thing I’m ashamed of. I am a murderer.

Now before you call the police, and start screaming and crying, I am not a murderer murderer. I’m an inadvertent murderer. Again, don’t panic, let me explain.

I was staying at Harriet’s house for her birthday, it was my first ever sleepover and I was really nervous. The day was going well and I managed to get to sleep relatively easily, I was very surprised with myself. The next day however was a different story.

Harriet and I, you may recognise her from previous posts
Harriet and I, you may recognise her from previous posts

I woke up and was sick. I don’t know why, but I was sick. So Harriets mum kindly drove me home early with a sick bowl (this may be TMI and I really am sorry for that). My mum decided the decent thing to do was to clean the bowl I’d used with bleach. This seems like a good thing to do. Well. Turns out it wasn’t.

The bowl was the bowl Harriets family use to put their pet fish in when they clean out their tanks. I think you can see where I’m going with this… The bowl had bleach left in it, the fish went in the bowl. The fish died.

So there we go. The story of my sick killing some fish. That was a sentence I never thought I’d say…


Creatures of the Night

Last night I had planned to have an early night. I was in my pyjamas ready for bed by 10pm, I had Top Gear on and a hot chocolate for company. I was pretty content with life. Then I heard it. The pattering and fluttering of spindly legs and vile wings.

A Cranefly had come into the window and flown out from under the tiny gap below my blind and was now flying around my room, how do bugs always get in tiny gaps but not get out? My first thought was “where’s my dad when I need him” my second thought was “how am I going to get rid of this without killing it?”. Despite the fact I hate insects like “daddy long legs” I can’t bring myself to kill them, I just can’t bring myself to touch something that’s had dead animals on it. I just can’t deal with it. So my best method is to try and escort the insect out the room. My weapons of choice were a ring binder and open windows.

Just call me David Attenborough
Just call me David Attenborough

As you can imagine this wasn’t a quick process. It took me over 2 hours to get the creature out of my room, it involved me spending a lot of time scanning the room like a sniper hoping for the creature to be by the window not inside the wardrobe. Obviously because it’s me, the creature was in the wardrobe, on a shelf I couldn’t reach. But eventually after much swearing, sighing and general angry noises I hit it with my ring binder (not a euphemism). I was disgusted to find the body of the cranefly still on the spine of the folder. I followed Taylor Swifts advice and tried to shake it off, but it was stuck. I hit the folder on the window ledge outside and finally, it was off. Well. That’s what I thought. It had just flown back in my room, slightly wobbly from the being smashed by a folder thing.

You’ll be pleased to hear that, at 1:30am the cranefly was flung out of the window. But a top tip for you all is this, don’t leave your windows open at night. It’s not worth the peril.

Childhood Memories Part 2

As you can see from the title. This is another one of my “childhood memories” posts. My last one seemed to go down quite well and, seeing as I moved into my second year house today I thought it was the perfect time for reflecting on some more childhood memories.

Three words. “Meg and Mog”. I couldn’t have been the only person who watched that cartoon witch, owl and cat.

MI High before it became all weird with four agents instead of 3. 4!? And there’s no Lenny. What’s the world coming to? MI HIgh made me want to be a spy. Who am I kidding, I still want to be a spy. The only problem being I’m far too clumsy to be sneaky and, I apparently, and I’m quoting my dad directly, “sound like an elephant” when I walk. Charming.

Raven. Not to be confused with “that’s so raven” which is something I’ve never even seen. Raven was a show where children would basically do outdoors obstacle courses (like “Go Ape” only more “Go Raven”) under the watchful eye of a man who could change into a bird, in order to complete the quest of destroying the evil in Ravens land, Nevar. It sounds mad, it was great.

Hider in the House. If you watched CBBC around the same time as I did, You’ll remember JK and Joel. JK and Joel presented this show and from what I remember it was basically a show where a celebrity would hide in your house, and if your parents found them, you’d lose. Yeah, it does sound weird.

Made Up Games
My brother and I had a game we made up as children called “turn around and fall down”. it’s pretty self-explanatory. We’d spin around on the spot, and the first person to fall over was the loser. It’s more entertaining than it sounds.

Nowadays technology amazes me, we have 3D tvs and touchscreens. But back in my day I had a “fur real” cat (did anyone else have one of those?) and one of my favourite bits of technology, my flip phone. One of those ones with buttons that made text and camera noises. That was the extent of the technology I had. Once I lost this incredible device and I actually cried.

Coolio-Gangsters Paradise. I actually studied this in music in school, I hated music, but despite that, I still love that song. It’s a proper tune.

Black Eyed Peas. I won’t lie, I’ve been obsessed with their old songs lately. In particular. “Hey Mama”. I think I was around 7 when I first heard this song and the fact that was 12 years ago makes me feel weird. But the song just hasn’t aged. The music video however, is a different kettle of fish (what does that even mean).

Now, my final song is a bit of a weird one and completely different to the previous songs, but it might just make you scream “OH MY GOD THAT SONG”.The other I was looking through some old primary school folders and I came across a hymn sheet. And on that was “wiggly, waggly worm”. I had genuinely forgotten that this was a thing. If you don’t remember it then Google it, and prepare to be shocked.

Deep Thoughts

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently. And by thinking, I mean existential crisis-ing. And it’s making me realise that time, despite what Madonna once said, goes by quickly.

What a fabulous surname this man has
What a fabulous surname this man has

The first week of September 2015 is already over, I’ve already completed my first year of uni and I still have no idea about what I want to do with my life. I go through phases where I think I’ve decided what I’d like to do, then I think about it some more and ask myself “but are you doing it for the right reasons Katherine?” to which I’ll reply (saying I’m replying to myself makes me sound mad) “oh god, no I don’t think I am, I haven’t got any talents to make any positive changes on the world”. Then the crisis begins. Again.

I think this is the wrong sort of question to ask yourself. You should be asking “will this make me truly happy?”. The main goal in life is to be happy, if you can look back and say “yeah that was actually really fun, that made me so happy” then you’ve done it right.

Basically sums my entire blog post up, so you might as well stop reading (I'm joking please keep reading)
Basically sums my entire blog post up, so you might as well stop reading (I’m joking please keep reading)

If like me, you don’t know what you want to do as a career, try not to let it drag your mood down, just focus on enjoying what you’re doing right now. I love writing this blog, and I love talking to/seeing my friends, I love my favourite celebrities (some say too much but we’ll ignore that) and I’m loving learning at university (most of the time).

I'm going to throw some inspirational quotes at you, here is one of them
I’m going to throw some inspirational quotes at you, here is one of them

Living in the moment is something I need to work on. I need to stop worrying about everything. You can’t change the past and the future hasn’t been decided yet. I didn’t write this post with the intention of making you have an existential crisis, I wrote it, to be honest with you, to try and make me less crisis-y. But I hope it helps you too, I’m nice like that.

I'll stop throwing quotes at you now
I’ll stop throwing quotes at you  now