Katopia

Very sad...

2005-09-07T02:28:00.000-07:00

Coco, my canine friend of ten years, passed away last Sunday. As sad as I have been about it, I have realised that it was really for the best. In fact, in the days before her death, we had been faced with the difficult choice of whether we should have her put to sleep. She has had hypothyroidism for several months, being treated with thyroxin. That treatment improved her a little - though the fur on her back, which had fallen out, never grew back entirely. At her last vet check (which was just before she died), the doctor was concerned her heart may have hypertrophied, which is common in boxers. Problem with hearts when they hypertrophy, is that they tend to fail because of it, and that's probably what happened with my Coco. When the heart failed, it caused all the other organs to fail. She looked very peaceful when we found her, so I hope that means she didn't have a lot of pain.

It's been so difficult to work out how I feel about the whole thing. Yes, I'm very sad she's gone, and I will miss her so much. She's been a better friend to me than some people I know, and been a part of my life for a long time. But when I think about it properly, she's really been gone for longer. When she first became sick with her thyroid problem, she stopped being her usual self. She wasn't as happy or energenic, she slept all day, didn't get all excited when we went outside to say hello. It was also good (in a manner of speaking) that she passed on when she did. Our family is going to New Zealand in a couple of weeks, and I'm coming home a week before my mum, dad and bro. I don't know what I would have done if she had died when I was home by myself - or worse, when my grandparents were looking after her for us.

The vet said to mum, that good animals know when you're faced with the difficult decision of whether to have them put down, and they'll make the decision for you. Coco, you were a wonderful animal. I loved you dearly, and I will miss you. Rest in peace, my dear friend.

Weird dreams are back again....

2005-08-17T02:36:00.000-07:00

However, more recently, I haven't been dreaming about velociraptors. Now, it's been Aliens - as in the terrifying xenomorphs with acid blood that Sigourney Weaver took on 4 times, and some crappy no name actor took on in Alien vs Preditor (awful, awful movie). These nightmares tend to be significantly more frightening than my raptor dreams, which tended to be silly (though somewhat scary at the time).

I believe the first one I had was years ago (prob after having watched one of the movies again). In that, there was an Alien in my garage, and we had to call a friend from school over, because he had a gun that could shoot it... or maybe that one was the alien from Independence Day.

Anyway, since then, I've had one where I was up in space, and refusing to go back to where the Aliens were (very much like Ripley did). The most frightening dream involved several of the Aliens being in my Big W store. That was a very vivid dream - especially when I saw one of my workmates have his head smashed in by an Alien's tongue/teeth thing. During that dream, a group of us had to keep the horrible things inside the store, in order to save everyone outside. The other vivid memory I have of that dream is coming face to face with an Alien, and stuffing its mouth full of chlorine (because I was in the pool section at the time). This killed the nasty thing, the reasoning in my dream being that the chlorine neutralized the Alien's blood. Of course, when I woke up, I realised that chlorine is acidic, and I'd need alkaline to neutralize the blood, but hey, it worked in the dream.

Last night, I dreamt there was somehow and Alien in my old house, and that my bro and I locked ourselves in my bedroom (and, yes, that kept the thing out). We eventually had to open my door, because our terrified dog was outside, and in danger of being attacked. Then I decided to take on the Alien with what seemed to be a piano chair and a pricing gun. The Alien was in my parents room, but when I opened the door to take it on, it morphed into a girl I go to uni with. Very odd. (I killed her, nonetheless - can't be too careful - then woke up).

Fortunately I have not yet had the terror of being impregnated, which would be the worst possible nightmare.

Meaning of having aliens in a dream is:
"To see aliens in your dream , signifies that you are having difficulties adapting and adjusting to your new surroundings. You are feeling "alienated" and invaded. You are also having difficulties in how to handle or deal with a certain situation or person. On a psychological level, seeing aliens may represent an encounter with an unfamiliar or neglected aspect of your own self."

Again, doesn't see, to explain my situation, as mine are always so specifically the Aliens from that particular movie series. Suppose it doesn't help that after the first time I saw Aliens, I couldn't sleep properly for two weeks...

I got a Super Nintendo!

2005-08-08T21:40:00.000-07:00

Wasting time on a Monday morning before going to class. Plus I forgot to send out the minutes for our last MUCSA meeting over the weekend, so thought I'd better do it before I forgot again.

Anyway, to the main point of the post. I got a Super Nintendo! Yes, yes, they died out years ago - in fact, the game I have was Copyrighted for 1995. But that doesn't stop it from being cool. Linz ordered it from ebay for me. About $30 for the console, all connections, two controllers, and the coolest game ever - Super Mario World 2: Yoshi's Island. That game was the sole reason I wanted the Super NES in the first place, so was highly exciting to play it again. Sure, the quality isn't as good as I remembered it, but it was lots of fun (and significantly easier than some of the other games I have on newer systems - we defeated 16 levels in a hour or so). It's staying at his place for a little while longer - until I pay him for it ;) - so I shouldn't be too distracted from my uni work...

Potter thoughts....

2005-07-29T15:02:00.000-07:00

Just a warning to anyone who hasn't finished reading "Half-Blood Prince" (shame on you!) - this entry will contain my thoughts on the book, so if you don't want to know the twists, don't read this entry.

Prob the most thought provoking part of JKR's latest installment in the Potter adventure is the mysterious "R.A.B." - the person who stole Voldemort's Horcrux. I think it's fair to say that these initials are those of a character already mentioned in the series, otherwise JKR would have just written a name there, instead of initials. This is happened before, in "Order of the Phoenix". Dumbledore and Trelawney's initials were written on the prophecy. Also, the note is addressed to "The Dark Lord", meaning it is most likely a Death Eater who wrote it. And now, to my point. It is my belief that R.A.B is Regulus Black, younger brother of Sirius. He's dead, after all, for reasons and by methods unknown. When I had a peep back in "Order of the Phoenix", while Harry and Co. are cleaning the drawing room, one of the items thrown out is a large locket. Hmmm, it's an interesting string of co-incidences, don't you think? Pity I'm going to have to wait a year or so to find out if I'm right.

Sigh...

(And yes, I am aware I am a gigantic nerd!)

Everyone was doing it, and I wanted to be popular...

2005-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00

Yes, I am a total sheep. All my friends started using their blogs again, and well, I didn't want to be the only one who wasn't. Plus there's the fact that I ripped up all of my actual diaries about a week ago. I was really quite worried about some of the stuff I'd written in them. I would be in a shit-load of trouble if they were ever found. From a number of people. In saying that, I shall certianly not be resorting to posting diary-type messages here. No, this will remain a space in the emptyness of the internet for me to complain about things that do not actually have anything to do with other people. I spend a lot of my time bitching to Linz now anyways (an occasionally, Keegan), so what do I need a diary for?

Back at uni next week. So not looking forward to that...

Extreme boredom...

2005-02-07T01:09:00.000-08:00

Oh, wow, it was awful today. Came back from a fabulous week of holidays to absolute boredom. I'm not even working until Friday, so there's not even that to take my mind off the boredom. I ended up hiring out "The Village" (v. strange movie, haven't decided whether I liked it or not yet) and "Wimbledon" (somewhat odd to be watching a British romantic comedy without Hugh Grant). So that took up a couple of hours, plus the time it took to drive to the shop, browse and hire them out.

Going to be just as bored tomorrow, methinks, aside from going to Kmart to pick up my Hawks Nest photos, and driving my bro to his friend's place. Shite, I need to get my criminal record check form signed by a JP as well... Perhaps not so bored tomorrow

Hawks Nest tomorrow...

2005-01-29T01:55:00.000-08:00

Only posting, really, as a result of peer pressure. Mei pointed out that I had not left a post since my birthday, and honestly, that's a pretty poor effort. Lots has happened since then - but nothing I feel like sharing with the masses. That sort of stuff is for my personal diary - and for giggling about with Suz when I visit her at work :P

Hawks Nest is tomorrow! So exciting - a week of drinking, beaching, more drinking, relaxing and various other activities which are perhaps best left unmentioned. Good luck to Glen and Flower - wonder if they'll manage to pick up random chicks from the beach - chicks that aren't younger than 14 or older that 30 that is. Mwa-ha-ha

Anyway, I'm excited, and Mei's gotten me into the habit of clapping stupidly whenever the term "Hawks Nest" is mentioned. Grrr, I feel like a git. But hopefully, everyone else will have picked up equally stupid and humiliating habits during the passed week - and then I won't feel so bad.

Happy 21st to me...

2005-01-13T01:02:00.000-08:00

Alright - to begin with, I'm just going to say, Keegan, I didn't post this to make you feel bad. It was just something I had to do - much too funny not to. Besides, you know I'm not that mad at you. Accidents do happen - just look at Barnes.

Now that's overwith - I have to detail how the 21st anniversary of my birth panned out. Was all going well, actually. Me, Erin, Bucky, Keegan and Glen were in Sirens (which was surprisingly full), I had my eye on this kinda cute guy, who on closer inspection, was probably not as cute as I had first thought (but meh) and we were doing a bit of a countdown until my 21st. Erin must have asked the DJ (who is getting better) to announce my b'day when it struck midnight, because sure enough, pretty much right on 12, "Wishing a happy birthday to Kate, who's just turned 21". Yay! Cheers and hugs all 'round (and an odd look from the cute guy and his friends - maybe he'd just realised I was too old for him...).

Barely half an hour into the beginning of my 21st year, disaster strikes (just kidding). As Erin and Bucky were about to leave, there were more hugs. Keegan decided he would also like to give me a hug, but unfortunately, it ended up being a rather violent hug. I saw stars as our heads collided and wondered what the fuck had just happened. Now I dunno if we were lucky or unlucky. Keegan's at least a head taller than me, and was smiling when we crashed - so end result was his teeth made a nice little gash in my forehead, and my head caused significant pain to his teeth. Now just thinking, had our heights been slightly closer, the result could have been worse, or better. Just say I was an inch or two higher - we might have ended up with broken noses. Not fun. If we had been the same height, I suppose we would have bashed foreheads and just had red marks for a day or two.

So, I suppose, in the end, it could have been a hellava lot worse (so don't feel too bad, Keegan). The cut didn't bleed too much, which head wounds can often do, so we didn't have to go to hospital and get me all stitched up. But, I think I'll still have a pretty noticable cut on Saturday - my party - so not particularly pleased about that, lol. Will just have to make sure I look totally gorgeous aside from the cut.

Of course, it could be much more fun to make up interesting stories as to how the cut came to be there - and the resulting scar which is bound to form. For starters, is almost in the exact same spot as Harry Potter's scar, though not shaped like a lightening bolt. Nor is anyone likely to believe that I was the only survivor of a deadly curse cast by an insane wizard... Hmm, scratch that idea. Perhaps I could say it was a car accident... But that would mean admitting to my terrible driving skills.

Fuck it - real story is interesting enough, and one I'll be able to tell for a good few years. "You think your birthday went badly? Wait until you hear what happened to me on my 21st birthday...."

(Disclaimer: I apologise for the stupidity of this post. No one is online for me to talk to. I'm ... all by myself, don't wanna be, all by myself, anymore...")

People are mean...

2005-01-11T01:27:00.000-08:00

And it's my birthday soon and everything! Mei started it really - she sent me this quite annoying message a week or so ago, stating that she had bought my present, that it was really cool and that I was going to "absolutely love it". She also refused to tell me what it was exactly. Quite mean of her indeed. But to make matters worse, she then rang Amanda (while talking on the net to me), and proceeded to inform me that Amanda agreed that I would "absolutely love" the present. It gets better too - she told Pete (who, fortunately, did not agree that I would "absolutely love it", but only because he apparently had very little idea what it was), Erin, Bucky, Keegan - Hell, most of my friends, while I was standing nearby! Very rude!

Of course, Mei is not the only culprit. Erin organised a huge present thing with, let me see, herself, Bucky, Pete, Keegan, Neil and Suzi involved - none of whom will tell me anything (and I have tried all of them - the reply is an abrupt: "You'll have to wait til Saturday"... bastards). And to make that worse, I'm going to have to wait until they're all at the party before I get the damn thing, and I just know one of the jerks will decide to be late - just to spite me! Erin's coming early and everything... not happy.

And then, there's my brother, who has been making a slide-show of photos for the party. He showed my mother and dad - with the music he's timed it to no less! - but he won't let me see it. Guess what he says - "Wait until Saturday"! They're photos of me - I think I should have the right to see what he's done. Fortunately, I've managed to come to a slight victory with that one. I've said that my nanna, who's come to stay, isn't allowed to see it until the party either. Just so I'm not the only one in the house who hasn't seen it.

Final annoyance comes today. My aunt rang to inform my mother that they had also purchased a gift for me. How did she describe it - exquisite! And considering it's from my aunt, uncle, and four cousins (plus their spouses), it's bound to be expensive. Apparently, my cousin-in-law wants to keep it for herself, which means it also bound to be pretty. Take a guess what my aunt said to my mother when she asked what it was - "You'll have to wait until Saturday". I suppose I shouldn't feel so bad in this case - I'm not the only one being left out - but it's still annoying me!

All I can say is that the damn presents better be worth the fuss I'm making (and I am completely aware that it is my own fault that I'm making a fuss, and no one else is to blame, lol)

Weird dreams...

2004-12-27T01:30:00.000-08:00

I'll be the first to admit that I've had some pretty fucked up dreams - and I tend to remember them too, which makes them more fucked up. I mean, I've dreamed I was James Bond's wife, was pregnant to him and that we were abseiling down this massive gorge in the middle of my high school (which, needless to say, did not exist in the real world). I've kissed and/or slept with most of my male friends in various dreams. And one of my personal favourites was where I was a bit like Sarah Connor, and Arnie (as the Terminator) was chasing me everywhere trying to kill me.

But, recently, I've been having a lot of dreams with Velociraptors in them. It started a few months ago - and I don't remember what the original dream was like, just that there was a Velociraptor in it. In saying that, I had watched Jurassic Park a few days earlier, so dreaming about raptors was probably not all that odd. Then, a couple of weeks later, I had another dream, in which there was a raptor in my backyard, which attacked my dog, and I had to kick it in the head, and lock it out. A little worrying, considering I had not seen Jurassic Park in a good few weeks by this point. It was all good for a while, until the other night, when I dreamed I was to be in a movie that was pretty much like Jurassic Park 4 - cept it was called "Raptors" or something lame like that. Of course, then it became real, and I was fighting these stupid dinosaurs at every corner. And then, last night, I had another one. This time, there was a raptor that could talk (and sadly enough, was befriended by me), but he died saving me from the other two raptors (much stupider, these ones) that attacked me.

Alright, so usually, recurring (cos that's pretty much what these are) have meanings. I looked up "dinosaurs" on a dream interpretter to see what it came up with:

"To see a dinosaur in your dream, symbolizes an outdated attitude. You may need to discard your old ways of thinking and habits. To dream that you are being chased by a dinosaur, indicates your fears of no longer being needed or useful. Alternatively, being chased by a dinosaur, may reflect old issues that are still coming back to haunt you."

That's all good, and probably significant, but my dreams never have any other dinosaurs in them. It's always just raptors - and unfortunately, most dream interpretters are not species specific.

Sigh - I think I'll just put it down to having some serious emotional issues :P

Happy, Happy Xmas...

2004-12-25T01:35:00.000-08:00

I don't recall having a more boring Christmas, to tell the truth. Doesn't even feel like it *is* Christmas. Just another day (though, a day in which I ate far too much food, and thus, feel slightly queazy). I got most of my presents months ago, so even the present giving thing wasn't particularly exciting. Ah, well. I have a 21st in 3 weeks - that will be so much more fun!

I've come to the conclusion that as you grow older, you lose your Christmas Spirit. Like, when you turn 18, the whole thing stops being fun - until you have your own children, and then you get your spirit back through them. Hmm, so that's the solution. I need to have children. Hahahahahaha.

Halfway there...

2004-11-25T03:28:00.000-08:00

Whoa-oh, living on a prayer! Two exams over, and two to go, so I'm allowing myself a night off from the absolute boredom that is study. And how am I spending my night off? By chatting to people on msn (who, in my defence, I have not spoken to in several days), posting in my stupid blog (I mean, very, very useful and interesting blog) and downloading old Madonna, George Michael and Prince. Go me. In process of making extremely cool tacky 80s CD (cept there'll be a couple of 70s songs on it I think).

Procrastination is goooood...

2004-11-20T02:03:00.000-08:00

Really should be studying now, but it's so boring. My brain is melting from learning the different brances of the trigeminal nerve and what they supply (and I realise very few people know wtf I just said). Besides, internet is so much more interesting, and there's a countdown of the best bands of the 90s on the TV. Only planned on coming online for an hour - up to an hour and a half know - but I blame downloading Duran Duran songs for that. They're taking too long. Honestly, who - aside from me - even likes Duran Duran?

Goddamn...

2004-11-13T02:44:00.000-08:00

Shite - I managed to sprain my ankle today. Go me. This is what I get for trying to lose weight. I got out my mini-tramp to go for my first jog in a couple of days (especially since I had been eating nothing but crap for the past couple of days), put on a movie ("The Rutles: All You Need is Cash" - if you're a Beatles fan, watch it. Very funny) and then after like two minutes of jogging, I rolled my ankle, nearly fell off the trampoline, but fortunately, did not scream out a profanity. Of course, because I want to lose weight, I kept jogging, and have thus, probably fucked the stupid joint up even moreso! Not pleased. I'm in so much pain...

The first post...

2004-11-11T20:34:00.000-08:00

Goddamn, I can't believe I gave into this. My friend Bucky convinced me to start up a blog - despite the fact that I keep an actual diary. He talked me into it faster than another friend talked me into sleeping with him. I suck :( Ah well.

Currently, I am in a state of absolute adoration for Colin Firth - easily the world's most handsome man. Now, just note that I said most handsome there. That's totally different to being the world's sexiest (that's Robbie Williams) or hottest (probably go with Brad Pitt there). Anyway, my rekindled love for Mr Firth came from seeing Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason today. Fastastic half-naked shot of him in the bed. Almost beats the bath scene from Pride and Prejudice (almost, but not quite, hahahahaha). Probably not a good thing that, given the chance, I was sleep with Colin Firth without a second thought. Guy is probably old enough to be my father. But then, I'd do Billy Idol, and he *is* old enough to be my father. In fact, he has a son about my age. But seriously, those two are the only ones! I'm not a DILF-lover! (Unlike Glen, who I hear is a big fan of the MILFs :P - fuck he's going to kill me).

Anyway, this was the biggest load of shit post, because I've already left a diary entry discussing much of the same stuff - though perhaps I did not go on quite as much as Colin Firth in that. I can't remember...