Blog, I Think This Is The Beginning Of A Beautiful Friendship

I've got a lab report about how the body temperature of locusts can affect their movement due in tomorrow at 10am (14 hours away).
So I'm writing this blog. What can I say? I procrastinate. And I do it well.

For what I think is the millionth blog in a row I'll start by saying I've not really done much since my last blog. The truth is that I've actually done a lot; if sleeping, eating, reading books and watching tv actually counted as social activities. Sometimes they do, in the majority of cases for me they don't.

But hey, who needs people when you've got Merlin? Yeah I want people too #sadtimes.

Since I'm on the subject of Merlin I'll start there:
HOLY CRAP HAVE PEOPLE BEEN WATCHING SEASON FIVE?! IT'S FREAKING AMAZING! And if you don't watch it *cough* RHONA. You should be. It's seriously amazeballs.  No judging, that's a real word now. No jokes. I'm ashamed of myself too, don't worry.

So yeah, life-changing events in the past two weeks.. Erm, none I don't think :/. I did have a close brush with losing an eye to scissors, but that's it. And I learnt a valuable lesson from that experience: Never let the hyper dog sit beside you when you're cutting your hair. Especially when you're cutting your fringe and have the sharp meat scissors about half an inch from your eyeballs. I didn't follow this common sensical advice and ended up nearly losing an eye, and having a fringe which is shorted than I wanted and makes me look about 5 years younger:
 Seriously, I look about 12, not 18 :(. Plus ignore my face. My face should just be ignored as a general rule.

But hey, full fringe! You're back! And as much as I hated you when you were first cut about an inch shorter than you were wanted, you're starting to grow on me. A bit.

The rest of the stuff that's happened has been just as small and unimportant.
I beat my 12 year old sister at Monopoly Junior= win
I lost the instructions to the Game Of Life (best game ever) = lose
My football team are now winning 6-4 = win. At least until tonight when we're currently playing the best team in the league. And as I'm typing this sentence we're *just* losing 17-13.
My dad's football team are sucking serious ass. In their current game they're losing 24-3 =win
I lost a bar of chocolate. In my bed. I've been looking for about 3 hours. =lose
I bought a new hat = win
My sleeping patterns are seriously messed up. I've been going to sleep about 5am and waking up about 2pm. Which sucks = lose
So yeah, nothing really important. But anyway, I got a new tshirt! And a belt! And they're both Marvel!

The shirt says "I met him on the web!"
It really is that awesome/sad; delete as you see appropriate.

But hey, in 6 days it's December! And December means Pantomime, food, Christmas jumpers and onesies and generally good times. It also marks the first time Rhona, Emily, Melissa and I will have been together since September. Which has been waay too long.
But I've got my wee Christmas tree for my room, I've got my Santa hats, my Santa costume for the dog <3, Christmas dinner's at my house this year which means I have to make starters for everyone which means pressure which means I'm mildly freaking out.
But hey, CHRISTMAS. Home Alone, Polar Express, presents, and maybe this year I'll finally watch The Snowman. I tried a few years ago, but I fell alseep. Although waking up to the end of The Snowman was more fun than last year when I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up to my Dad hacking at zombies with a rusty knife on Dead Island. That was scary.
Plus I get to open my Spiderman advent calendar :D
The only bad thing about Christmas? I'll end up spending shit loads of money.

So yeah, there's my blog. If I ever do something exciting, you'll know about it. Until then, I hope I don't bore you all too much

Caitlin out bitchez

Less Of A Random Killing Machine, More Of A Personal Blog

Howdy Blog Readers and fellow inhabitors of Earth!
It's been two weeks since I wrote a blog and I've finished all my weekly tv so I thought I would write one now. Even if I've not done much the past 2 weeks.
Literally all I've done is procrastinated and occasionally socialised. Which is normal for me, nothing exciting there.
Although I did a terrible thing. A truly terrible thing. I missed a lab tutorial on bar graph and writing the results section of a lab report the week I received a new assessment. Guess what it was on? 10 points to you if you said I had to write the results section of a lab report. #Typical. So yeah, I didn't really know what I was doing and according to the chat on the website, neither did anyone else. I'm not even sure the lecturers knew what we were to do. So I put off doing it, like I always do and then realised on the monday morning that I was going to love 50% of the marks if I was late handing it in without an excuse. So I emailed in saying I had a family emergency in England. I'm terrible. But they believed it (not sure how) and I eventually went back to uni on Friday and handed it in :). Well, I say I went back to uni, I turned up, got really bored and left before the second lecture. I'm just a shining example of a model student :D.

Best hot water bottle ever

On a complete side note, I'm typing this at 23.47pm on a Sunday night and I've got this lump sitting on me:
I love having a dog. Even the currently bald one that's making it really difficult to type because she's so far up my legs.
But still, unconditional love=happy Caitlin


In other, slightly boring news I found a tv show called Jake 2.0 that is awesome! It's basically Chuck without the Intersect and with nanites to make him cooler. But it's so good, I recommend it to everyone. Plus (sadly) there's only 16 episodes due to low ratings because of a shit timeslot (UPN 9pm Wednesday) that kills any show placed in it. Shitty UPN and their shitty timeslot placement.
But yeah, watch it. Love it or risk my wrath.

Ignore the face, it's weird. Like always, but still

I also went shopping the other day and in between all the dvds and clothes and a batman mug i got this:
Yep. A giant-assed mug. Which at the minute has 2 pints of milkshake in it and is only about 3/4 full. It's awesome. I'm not even holding it closer to the camera in that picture, it's literally that giant. And that awesome. And my mother hates me because it takes up 3 mug spaces in the dishwasher.




So what else happened this week? I went to a fundraiser quiz and we did pretty darn good if I say so myself. Ok, we came joint 11th out of 20ish teams, but each team had at least one member with our combined ages alone. (Which is an exaggeration because combined we were over 100 years old, but you get the idea). And considering we didn't actually know most of the answers we did good. I think my personal favourite of our answers was to the question "What book is the character Billy Fisher in?" (something like that) with the answer "The Lion, The Witch and Billy Fisher".

Skyfall was freaking amazing! Like ugh it was just so good and I don't even know how to describe it. It was just super amazing even with Lauren sitting going "is that voldemort?" at every actor EXCEPT FOR FREAKING RALPH FIENNES. Seriously Lauren, the Chinese bodyguard guy was not Voldemort! Voldemort was NEVER CHINESE! Plus I saw the Christmas Coke advert so guys, it's Christmas! I've already got my advent calendar; it's spiderman (shock there). Plus Ultimate Spiderman (the disney animated series) got renewed and is in production so that's awesome!

I also got very very drunk on saturday night, but we shall go no further with that particular topic except to question why I got what looks like a carpet burn off the pavement at George Street.

And don't slag my photo taking skills, it's my right knee so it's an awkward photo to take without getting crotch. Which I think I did a wee bit, so sorry guys.

So yeah, I think that was my fortnight. I discovered that Saturday nights out are expensive, pavements hurt when you fall on them, I've developed an addiction to Babybels and Kit Kits (damn you Napier canteen) Jake 2.0 is an awesome show, I don't really like Elementary that much, Arrow is amazing and should be loved by all, my dog is nicer when she's fluffy and can keep me warm, multiple pints of milkshake are the best and last but not least I freaking miss everyone! Like seriously, come back from QMU, Ratho, Aberdeen and Chile. You can all come and live with me and never leave! Please.

I Love The Smell Of Blogs In The Morning

Things have actually gone alright for me since my last blog. Which is unusual for my life. There are several reasons for this:

I finally got to see Perks of Being A Wallflower. Which was as breathtaking as I thought it would be and more. Seriously, everyone go see this movie. I'll go with you all! But back to the point; the film is just a perfect adaptation with a perfect cast and a perfect soundtrack and perfect visuals and holy crap it was perfect!

Plus it had Logan Lerman in it. And that's always good. Logan Lerman is a god (half literally in Percy Jackson). I mean, look at his face: 

Perfection right there.

Who wouldn't love that face? It's perfect. Much like Perks of Being A Wallflower was. God I love Logan Lerman. Gah!

I finally PASSED MY THEORY TEST! And I've booked my practical, but you're never finding out about it until I've passed or failed it. No matter how much anyone begs or bribes (I accept chocolate).  I may have forgotten about it and only studied the night before (in between about 5 episodes of Suits) but I still did it :D. And I didn't have to pay my parents for failing it, which is always a bonus. But woo, only lost 4 marks on the entire test so I'm pretty damn chuffed, yay.
I went on a night out the other Wednesday and got bought (i haven't done English for a while, shh) about 25 drinks, which is always pretty good :). On said Wednesday I also got chatted up about 10 times and asked out. Just shows what spending about 10 minutes extra getting ready and not sleeping in and rushing can do for you. Apparently a lot.

I've seen some pretty kick-ass TV episodes recently. Between 1.5 series of Suits (credit to Rhona, my bad), and the most recent episodes of Grimm, Supernatural, and season 3 of Vampire Diaries my TV schedule has done pretty damn good. And from me, that's saying something. If you don't watch any of the shows mentioned, you should. You're missing out.

I got some books I wanted pretty cheaply on offer. Basically, I worked out a way to scam W H Smith, and I like not spending crap loads of money. I had a couple of vouchers, a discount card and a 3 for 2 offer on kids books. I bought 3 books which should have cost me £21. I spent £5. #Winning

I got a badass Space Invaders t-shirt. And regardless of what my family thinks, it's cool. Or at least I think it does, which probably means it isn't. But ah well, I love it. And that's all that matters, isn't it. The picture won't go in here, so it's going to randomly be at the bottom. #rubbishtechnology

The iPhone deal I'm getting has come in, which hopefully means I get my new phone this week and get rid of my shitty Samsung temp. Seriously, I think the Samsung is about 20 years old. It's awful. Plus there's the fact that a 31 minute phone call cost me £11. How do people survive on pay as you go? I'm struggling and I've had it for 8 days.

Some also great but not as important things:
1) The new Total Film magazine came out this month. Even though I did look really weird looking at the mens magazines right beside all the ones like 'Nuts' and 'FHM'. Morrisons staff member that asked me if I was in the right place: a) Bit homophobic there dude, maybe I wanted to see naked women?(i didn't) b) I swear I was looking at all the Sci Fi magazines! c) I went 'omg i must have that!' at The Hobbit holographic covers on Empire, not at the Nuts magazine.
2) I bought new chocolate milkshake powder and Nesquik cereal. It's the little things guys.
3) Bought new hairdye, good bye weird looking brown roots and highlights in otherwise black hair. Normality <3
4) Shit happened, I was ok with it. I think. Ask me again next week. But for now, I'm ok with it.
5) Got to babysit my now 1 year old (as of today!) neighbour again and I love him. I want a baby. Mum's ordered me to wait at least 10 years. Despite my badgering, she still won't have a forth. If the idea of it wasn't so gross I'd steal all her pill supplies. But ew, we're onto a bad subject now...
6) Said baby neighbour loves me! We were over there today (27th) and he spent the entire time either sitting on me or trying to get to me. Plus I got given cake, which we then shared. Guys, it was cuteness overload.

So yeah, it's been a pretty decent week for me this week. Which probably means that this was a boring blog, but who cares? You do? Oh.. never mind then...

Said promised Space Invader t-shirt:

To quote Russell Howard: Goodnight my friends!

You Bloggin' To Me?

I haven't blogged for nearly 2 weeks, which in blog terms is like 10 years, so I thought I'd blog again.
But to be honest, I'm a boring person so this probably won't be a very long blog.
Especially since the lack of comments or anything on my recent blogs suggest you guys aren't reading these anymore #sadface

So anyway, life.

'So how has your life been?' You might ask. In short, I haven't really done much, so there's not much to tell. But I shall anyway, just because it's my blog and I can write the biggest amount of crap if I want to.

And speaking of 'my' blog, MELISSA WRITE A DAMN BLOG ALREADY!

There, got it out of my system :).

I've spent the majority of the past 2 weeks either having tons of money or having none. In the space of a week I managed to spend £120. Wowzers (People should say wowzers more often. Try it, it's great). But in my defence I managed to get 2 books, a poster, a tv series, high-tops, and shit loads of food. Because who needs money when you can buy food? Except for when you have no money to buy food with. But sh, leave me alone.

So then came a week where I had to either blag a lift or walk to uni. Which is horrible guys! 2 hours of trekking either on busy roads or through a field. And a muddy field in the rain does not mix with £1.50 canvas shoes from Primark.
And buses! Buses have become the bane of my life. The past few days I've had drivers who won't go above 20mph, drivers who run red lights, drivers who FORGET THEIR BLOODY ROUTES and go the wrong bloody way and drivers who have questioned my bus discount card which clearly looks like me and clearly states "valid until 21 June 2013". Although I have gotten away with paying about £2 less for a day ticket than I should, which is great.

'How's uni going?' is another question you might ask. The answer? It's actually pretty good. I'm hardly in uni and when I am in it's not for very long. Except every second Wednesday. When I have a 3 hour gap. Because damn you lecturers. On the other hand my lecturers are actually pretty great. They're all "we're all equals, call us by our first names while we tell you about the years we've spent researching in Kenya and Madagascar". Yeah, because I really feel like an equal there.

Probably the worst thing to happen to me in uni was in the Practical Lab on Monday. We were supposed to use this wee needle thing, put it on our fingers and push the lever to send the needle into our skin. Which sounds easy, but is really scary. Even though you know it's only a pinprick, you still don't want to jab a needle into your own skin. It's not really a normal thing to do. But I did it! And in a typical Caitlin fashion I did it wrong. Instead of holding the needle still, I got a massive fright when it clicked and jabbed me, twitched and threw the needle a good 8 feet across the room. And I managed to puncture a couple of veins in the process. Cue my finger pouring with blood, and still bleeding 4 hours later. I even bled through about 40 layers of tape. Which is bad. So bad that I went pale, shaky and nearly passed out. Which lead to the one advantage of nearly bleeding myself out: my lecturer bought me a venti hot chocolate. My first ever venti from Starbucks!

Don't judge me for my Xbox love

Charlotte, you are now my favourite lecturer! Except for Ah Nya, because Ah Nya rules. And not only because she's an environmental biology who's email address is A.Plant, or because she somehow has my mobile number even though I've never given it to her. If she ever wanted to become a stalker, she has the right set of skills.

The bittersweet thing about the past 2 weeks? I've spent most of them sitting on my arse drinking chocolate milkshake while eating chocolate bars. Although I have gotten through a good 2500 pages of various books, which is always an achievement to me.

And it's been my mum's birthday which means one thing:

So life's been alright. I finally have money again, (£100!! confetti and rainbows and ponies!), although I'm out tonight (Wed) and Saturday, so goodbye money.

And now you've read this massively long blog post. 'What's in it for me?' I hear you ask? This:

Fasten Your Seatbelts, It's Going To Be A Bumpy Blog

My blogs seem to be coming thick and fast and probably very boring right now. But ah well, deal with it.

So what to write about this time? Well, at this precise moment (5pm on a thursday) I'm sitting in my bed surrounded by empty Lucozade Sport bottles wearing pig pyjamas and an Avengers t-shirt. No joke. See? Proof:

There's also the fact I've looked like this all week. Yep, rather pathetic.


(GUYS GUYS GUYS MY HAIR IS KIND OF CURLY! Or it was yesterday before I slept on it)





So that gave me an idea. I'll write about the weird things I do. Maybe someone out there in the far reaches of the galaxy will actually give a damn. But hey, my blog, shut up and read. Or close the page, whatever dude, pfft.

1) I sleep facing away from the door. Now I didn't think this was weird, apparently it is. According to Sheldon Cooper (he's real goddammit!) it's basic instinct to face the door in case of an intruder. Yet it's my window that scares me most. I mean my room is not the most obvious room in the house, yet my window has a sloped roof in front of it and everything. Jeez, if I was a burglar I'd go in through the window. It's also to do with the way I sleep and if I faced the door I'd probably suffocate. Which would be unpleasant. For me at least.

2) I collect nerdy mugs. I've got them all. From Doctor Who, to an original 2001 Harry Potter to Supernatural and Back To The Future to my recently aquired Spiderman, I love mugs. But not any old mugs, ah, I like the nerdy ones. The ones from shows or movies I like, the ones that most normal people wouldn't have. Why? Because those mugs are the coolest. They're not just plain or a general pattern, they show a bit of who I am. And if you don't want to learn what tv shows the person who owns the mug that you're randomly drinking out of loves, then you don't deserve to use their mug.

3) I spend crap loads of money on stuff I never use in public. I don't know how many t-shirts I own that I'll probably only rarely, or never, use where people can see me. My AC/DC, Avengers, Gryffindor, Supernatural or Bucs t-shirts aren't really going to give people the impression of me that I want them to get. So I usually only wear them in the house or as pjs. Combined I think these things cost me roughly £120- which is a lot for lazy clothes. But hey, why not dress nicely for sleeping?

4) I get really really really addicted to tv shows. If I find a tv show I like, I will watch it. All of it. Non stop. For days. Until I finish it. And then I'll drive myself crazy waiting for the next season to begin. And while I'm waiting I'll start a new tv show and the whole thing repeats itself over and over again until it becomes a never ending cycle which results in me never leaving my room, becoming completely antisocial and evolving so I never have to move. Yeah, the ideal life. Except for the antisocial part. Although I suppose I could just get visitors. Yeah, I like that idea.

5) World's. Fussiest. Eater. So at the point of writing this I haven't eaten anything for days. All I've had has been water and Lucozade Sport. Yay. But even on a normal day I eat very badly. The main part of a normal person's diet? Fruit and vegetables. Main part of my diet? Chocolate. I'm the type of person that will sit and say "god damn I need to lose weight" and then eat an entire bar of Galaxy. Which doesn't exactly help with the losing of weight. But it get fussier than eating chocolate and not fruit and veg. I like pretty much all fish, but not any other form of seafood. I don't like red meat, unless it's a steak pie. I eat potatoes: boiled, mashed, baked (all without skin, which is yucky) but roast potatoes? Holy crap they're gross.  But as I always say, if I ate the same things as every one else, it'd be boring. Easier, but boring.


I can't even think of anything to write. Maybe I'm just used to myself and the weird things I do, or maybe I'm more normal than I thought.
Yeah, definitely not the latter.
Who knows, maybe I'll update this as some point. Help would be appreciated :D

Here's Looking At You, Blog

To me, the idea of spending a couple of days lounging around the house sounds great. Better than great. It means I can eat what I want, look as horrible I want, where whatever the hell I want and do whatever I want (to a certain degree: parents eugh).
I can watch entire TV seasons in a day, spend hours playing COD or Lego Harry Potter, eat an entire tub of Ben And Jerry's. Just have fun.

Until the addition of illness. Then it becomes the complete opposite of fun. It becomes like a prison. The idea of not going outside makes it feel like you're stuck inside rather than choosing to ignore the outside world. The Xbox and the Wii are downstairs; a place that seems miles away.
And Ben And Jerry's? Those once-delicious tubs of ice cream start to sound as appealing as a vat of toxic waste. (Although if I could get superpowers, I'd eat so much toxic waste).

Yep, you may have guessed: I'm ill. And I'm really not happy about it.

I've spent the past two days lying in bed watching tv and reading books. Sounds great fun, it isn't. I can't sit up for more than an hour, so I constantly have to bend my neck in ways it isn't supposed to bend. Which doesn't exactly make you feel better. At all.
Then there's the fact that I have 3 lab sessions on Microbiology, which count for 25% of my module mark (made up of attendance and a lab report) meaning I have to write a lab report on experiments I've never done and put down results I don't have. Yay. 3rd week at uni and I'm failing already.

The worst thing about being ill? I haven't eaten since sunday night. And what I ate on sunday night didn't stick around past monday morning. This just means that I'm constantly craving food, I'm constantly starving. And I can't eat for fear of a reoccurence of monday morning. Let's go no further than that except to say it was bad, real bad.
And the worst thing about craving food and being hungry? It usually results in me dry-heaving over the toilet for about an hour. Which unsurprisingly enough; isn't fun. At all.
And sleep. Ugh, it's decided to screw with me even more. I fell asleep at 8.30pm last night on the floor of the toilet, and woke up in bed at 4am. I've been awake since. BODY, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?

Only 4 good things have happened to me since Sunday night:
1) I got to rewatch all of 'The Fades' and it was as amazing as before.
2) A new episode of Castle came out this morning (Tuesday)
3) A planned trip to Looper was cancelled, so I didn't have to disappoint anyone by not being able to go.

4) Ellie hasn't left my side since Monday morning. She slept beside me last night, and either sits beside me during the day or sleeps on the floor. Here she is right now (12.48, Tuesday) :

Now that's love. And maybe just because my floor's really comfy with it's mixture of cushions, onesies, and a sleeping bag that she's made her bed.

I'll not even post a picture of myself, somehow the webcam makes me look about a million times better than I feel. Shock I look good on camera when I'm stuck in bed and not going out or anything.
*shakes fist angrily*

In conclusion? Being ill sucks, but then I'm sure everyone would agree.

May The Blog Be With You

So I've decided that I'm rubbish at blogging about for my life for 2 reasons. 

1) My life isn't all that unusual or interesting
2) The majority of it is spent watching tv in my room. Seriously, I spend at least 3 hours a day doing exactly that. Sitting on my bed watching tv usually with chocolate nearby. Remember that gym application? Yeah, it's somewhere on my floor right now. Under mounds of chocolate wrappers.
GO HEALTH!

But when you're life is boring, what can you blog about? I asked this question on google plus earlier, and didn't really get much of a response except slight mocking. Which I was afraid of. Which in turn gave me an idea. Why not write about what I was afraid of. So that's what I'm going to do.

(It's also come to my attention that these blogs seem to be getting quite personal. Hmm. Ah well, I shall continue)

Alrighty, here it is: The Things I Am Afraid Of:

Seriously, just look at that face

Jim Carrey. Yep. I'm that weird. Although I must admit I do like Bruce Almighty. Even if he is god damn terrifying in that film too. But Morgan Freeman makes up for it. Have you heard him speak? Seen his face? Morgan Freeman is just plain awesome.

But Jim Carrey? Ugh, I shudder at his name. He over-acts, he overdoes facial expressions, he overdoes annoying things and ugh.. just... I can't even begin on how bloody irritating he is.

And yet he has a career. A relatively successful one. I fear for the future of the human race. I met someone who was friends with him growing up. They looked scarred. I can't really blame them. If I ever watch Ace Ventura for more than 2 minutes, I start to feel it. Even the phrase "alrighty then" isn't so alright anymore. It's just plain terrifying. Like both Jim himself, and the fact he has a career still.

Sorry spiders

Spiders. I know, I know, not very unusual. But they are just so bloody scary. To be honest, there's not really much about spiders that scare me. If they stay still I'm fine (unless they're big, or a tarantula). But when a spider moves, shit goes down. It's the motion of the legs... nothing (except octupi which are cool) should have 8 legs. Especially on land. Especially when they're just so ugly. This is quite a short paragraph, mainly because it's an obvious fear and I don't really have to explain it.

But maybe I'm being harsh to spiders about their ugliness. I mean, I do have this picture on my computer (on the right).

Being An Old Cat Lady. Again, an obvious one. But let me explain. I'm not a very friendly person. I mean, sure I have friends. But I have no idea how. I'm not particularly nice, or patient or kind or anything that attracts friends.
 And I know I'm going to get comments like "but you have friends! you're a great person! everyone loves you!" (i can dream), but let me correct you. Yes I have friends, but I'm really not that great a person. As mentioned before, most of my life is spent watching tv. Not the most social of activities but somehow I have managed to turn it in to one. I'm not sure how either.
So yeah, just now I have friends. My main worry is that they all make better friends at uni (wouldn't be too hard) and I don't. I end up sitting here in my bedroom 24/7 instead of just 12/6.
The cats I think I'll just get to better fit the stereotype that will be my life. I'd rather have dogs, but they don't seem as sad.
Although the fact that I have to fight for my pillow every night is kind of sad.

Mocking. Not of me, I can cope with being mocked. In fact it happens frequently. And if you read any of my blogs, you'll realise that most of the mocking is done by me.
So what am I scared of people mocking? Sadly and nerdly (I'm inventing words, woo! see you biology degree, hello English) I'm usually scared of someone mocking a tv show or movie I like. Like the following conversation with my dad about The Forbidden Kingdom dvd which arrived yesterday:
Dad: "Is this really the dvd you ordered?"
Me: "Yeah... why?"
Dad: "Because I watched this when it came out and it's a steaming pile of crap"
Me: "Oh.. ok... I'm going to cry now."

Legend Of Korra. So much awesome

I'm so into my tv and movies that I'm constantly worried what people will think of me for some of the shows I watch. Will watching Teen Titans, Young Justice and Avatar: The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra make me seem really immature and nerdy? Even though they have more adult viewers than child and massive adult and cult followings? To most people, these shows wouldn't even be worth a watch. To me, the quality of writing, story-telling, and plain beauty in the animation are so much more than you'd find in adult shows. And that's why so many people love them. Look at the IMDB ratings for these shows. Legend Of Korra has 9.2, The Last Airbender 9, Young Justice 8.8, even Teen Titans has a 7.5 rating. Shows like HIMYM and Big Bang only have ratings of 8.6, lower than 3 of the shows mentioned.
Yet most people would mock me to hell and back for watching, and loving these shows. Especially since I've watched 3/4 since being 13. So sure, mock me. IF you've watched the show. If you haven't, watch them (seriously, they're great) and then you can judge me.

I should point out that the vast majority of the tv shows I watch and love are adult shows. Just saying.

Train Toilets. I'm not going too far into this one. Let's just hypothetically say that I was on a train home from Glasgow when the toilet door didn't lock while I was peeing, a guy opened it before hypothetically announcing to the entire carriage that there was a "lassie daeing a jobby". And then I hypothetically had to walk the entire length of the laughing carriage back to my seat at the very back.

But it's all hypothetical of course.

I wish.

Endings. Whether a book series ending, a tv show ending or the end of a movie franchise I hate endings. All endings. Especially if they're cliffhanger-y or just bad. It means that the excitement of waiting for the next movie;book;episode is over. There will never be a new part, a new joy of discovering another plot line. New characters, new struggles, obstacles, excitement, emotions, nothing. There is only disappointment in a bad or unworthy ending, or longing for unanswered questions to get the answers they so richly deserve.
It's not only a hatred of endings though. That wouldn't be make onto a 'fear' list. I'm always terrified of reaching the end of something I love and have loved for a while only to be disappointed or questioning. In fact I normally put off or avoid reading or watching the last book or episode. I only recently watched the finale of Smallville about 2 years after it had actually aired. Because I'd watched 10 seasons of the show, I really wanted it to keep on going. Or end really well. Which it actually did. Even if we never actually got to see Tom Welling in the complete costume. We saw enough. I was happy. Which is rare. Especially if the ending was never intended to be the ending *cough* REAPER *cough* FIREFLY *cough* DEMONS *cough* THE FADES....
I could go on. But I won't.
Even the Hunger Games. "I'm Katniss, I'm being all badass, I just murdered a guy, woah I'm kind of insane and you have no idea how angry I am and what's going to happen! it's now years later and I'm married to the kid who threw me bread in the dirt once." SERIOUSLY SUZANNE COLLINS? DID YOU HAVE A DEADLINE YOU WERE LATE FOR AND HAD TO QUICKLY WRAP UP OR SOMETHING? GRR

Now JK Rowling; that woman knows how to do an ending. Wrap everything up, show the future so you show what happens to the characters, the right thing to do.
Unlike Anthony Horowitz who killed off one of the best characters in the Alex Rider series in such an irritating way. You're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.

Aaah an ending :O

I'm aware that this is getting long, so it's ending time




My biggest fear is also the most stupid on this list. But it's the one fear that I have nightmares about. The one fear that causes me to wake up shouting or screaming, all sweaty and breathing heavily.

It's a pebble. Going round a maze. While I've got a zoomed in view.

I know, call the fright police, it's horrifying.

I don't even know what's so scary about it, it just is. I've had the nightmare at least fortnightly since I was three. I've never been beaten with a pebble, or forced round a maze so it's never made sense to me. Or anyone else. But dear God is it f*cking terrifying. It's as scary as a Jim Carrey marathon, a bed full of spiders, my entire biology course (140 people) slagging off Psych, using a train toilet on the stage of Madison Square Gardens, the ending to The Fades ("there's more of them coming, this was only the beginning." "we'll be ready"... sorry guys, this show's been cancelled) and this:

Yeah I know, I have a great future as a photoshopper ahead of me.

So now you know my deepest darkest fears.  Only 3 rules remain.

1) If you tell anyone, I will have to kill you. All of you. Until I'm the only person left in the world. With millions of cats... FUCK, DON'T TELL ANYONE!! EVER!
2) Don't use these to mock me. Please.
3) Don't ask. I'm weird, you should all know this by now.

Caitlin out bitchez.

PS. 10 points to whoever finds a reference in here! and 10 points if you can tell me what it's from!! (Rhona, you've probably got an advantage here...)