This week my kitten has learned that she can indeed jump up on the kitchen counter, crawl down into the sink, examine dirty dishes, walk across the stove whether or not things are cooking on it and – the best part! – jump up on the thingy I only know as “fläkten”, where I used to keep things she wasn’t allowed to eat, such as pins, safety pins and other sharp things which she loves to play with. Oh, and knock my jars of tea off their shelf.

My reflex to this is OH MY GOD I NEED ANOTHER CAT.

Makes sense? No, not particularly. Though I think she’ll be less bored if she has a brother (two female cats seems like trouble), and maybe there will be less escapades of the not so amusing variety. Though, I of course have to have her fixed first, cos I do not want kittens, however cute they may be.

In other news I am seriously thinking about going back to university. Sounds crazy, but… yeah. I have 3/4 of a B-kurs, 1/2 of a C-kurs and I think if I finish the two and possibly another course or two I will have enough for a B.A., which is a fil.kand. in Swede-speak. A year or even six months ago this was out of the question. I couldn’t concentrate, I didn’t have the energy to even think about it, and so on. Now? It will still be a challenge and a big one at that, but I do feel ready to try. Maybe I’ll take those two classes from beginning to end, despite having done half or more of them, just to get back into the swing of things. I’m not eligible for any kind of financial aid (CSN) anyway, so it hardly matters in that aspect.

Deadline for applications is April 15th. Got some time to make up my mind.

Am still contemplating what to do about the Knitting Olympics. Making socks seems like cheating, but I have small amounts of yarn that I don’t know what else to do with and Knitty had some gorgeous sock patterns this time around. Maybe I’ll need to set a goal of more than one pair, just because. I mean, other people are attempting whole jumpers.

Of course, I can’t do it if I don’t have a TV. And if I make my parents come by with one (they have like five) I might as well pay a couple of hundred (kronor, not dollars, thank you) a month to get my football games on it… Right?

Possibly not.

Yesterday Tansy and I had a conversation (well, she held a monologue and I said “ooooh” a lot) in which she compared Doctor Who to Arsenal, and a certain episode I didn’t like to Denilson having a bad day. I told her to BLOG IT, but it’s possible nobody but me and her would ever find it amusing or relevant.

I remember that Russel T Davies was Arsene and Moffat (one of the writers) AND David Tennant are both Cesc. Apparently. And the new doctor is Aaron Ramsey, has been signed but nobody knows who the hell he is and if he’s any good.

With that said, I heart Aaron Ramsey, and think he’s pretty good, although he’s only played a handful games this season and scored like twice. But I still love him.

As for Doctor Who itself I’m about halfway through the first Tennant season, and I’m actually starting to like Rose. Which I did not, in the beginning. Eh, you know what? Why watch the Olympics? I can do Doctor Who marathons instead! A Knitting/Olympics/Doctor Who mash-up. With much tea and rice cakes.

(And frequent breaks to OMG-WHAT-THE-HELL-THIS-IS-AWESOME-ping Jenn and Tansy. Naturally.)

Um. I think my nerd-o-meter hit max so hard that it shattered into a million pieces. May have to upgrade to the deluxe version or something…