Chat Noir

As a 19 year old girl, you would think that Saturday would be my favourite day of the week with plans for a night out with the girls. Unfortunately it has been nearly 2 months since my student loan and with a weekly income of about £29, I am officially broke. And with my brothers 21st only a week away, my money situation is about to get drastically worse. So here I am, home alone, drinking red wine with a face mask on. I also nipped to boots and bought a deep conditioner for my hair, so here I am ready for my Saturday night. Today consisted of me doing a weekly shop at Sainsbury's, reading my book and watching the culture show on iplayer, the only thing missing was having a cat curl up with me while I drink my hundredth cup of tea. So this is probably the highlight of my day. I am now horrified, when did I turn into a middle aged woman?! I cant even act shocked as the face mask has now set to concrete and facial expression has become limited. I really hope no one calls me right now. I'm actually starting to feel quite claustrophobic, I think this proves that I am not normally one for pampering. I feel like I've become a desperate housewife, I'm sure Eva Longoria does this sort of thing all the time. As much as today has not been particularly exciting, I have quite enjoyed doing nothing. I might also add that I do genuinely enjoy The Culture Show too. Who am I kidding? Give me cocktails and a night out with the girls any day...

raison d'etre.

What a productive week. I've started a new book, taken back over due library books, cleaned out the cesspit that is my bedroom and returned some very important emails. After enduring the horrendous 4 and a half hour coach ride from London I was finally back in Leeds, much to my displeasure. Luckily my evening ahead was promised to be filled with vegetable curry, house hunting, friends and most importantly, when were we going to get a cat? Let me explain, next year I'm moving in with my two friends Jenny and Becki. We are going to be joined by Becki's friend Jo and her girlfriend (Spooner). We were all meeting that night for the first time and Becki was kindly cooking for us. I have managed to find someone else who also has an obsessive love for cats in Jenny. After deciding that it would be horrendously funny to both wear a t-shirt and jumper with cats on I was about to leave my house. Unfortunately Jenny spilt orange juice over her jumper and we were forced to abandon this idea. The evening was a great success and we managed to slide in our term of a cat without any resistance. The next day however, I did see on facebook that me and Jenny had been branded "Odd cat women that would like to live with us". Excellent.