Atonement

"Bad Cathy," I thought to myself. "You haven't blogged in x days, where x > 9." See, even I have some semblance of standards when it comes to blogging frequency.

So I sat down and thought about what I might blog about, what's been going on in my world since last I blogged, snippets of information which I think are interesting (but which I'm sure, ultimately, aren't), rants I might rant about and such. To tell the truth, I was tempted to either do one of those very long and pointlessly rambling entries, or one of those which has lots of small disparate items in bullet points, but then I realised that neither of those tend to work out well for me, seeming to make for rather flat blog posts.

I would like to mention a couple of things, though, one of which is my sheer joy that summer is apparently just around the corner. (I apologise for jinxing things if it pours down with rain all next week, okay?) Nothing in my general surroundings is more guaranteed to affect my mood than the weather - sunshine and blue skies lift my spirits immensely. This is also one of the few good points about the fact that I've now switched desks in the office - I now get to look out of a window (at the delights of the car park) rather than having one at my back.

After the Easter weekend, one thing has become very apparent - everyone around me thinks (well, okay, knows) that I have a weakness for Galaxy chocolate. And I've just rediscoverered my joy of Galaxy since, when they redesigned the packaging last August or so, they changed the recipe. Suddenly my glorious Galaxy chocolate was rank, inferior, second to Cadbury's Dairy Milk, of all things! I was dissatisfied, and lo, I ate it not. A couple or three months ago, though, I was given some and was delighted to find out that they'd reverted back to the old, wonderful, patently-better-than-any-other-common-chocolate Galaxy chocolate.

So for Easter, I got (in various bits and pieces): a normal-sized Galaxy chocolate egg, with two small bars of Galaxy. Two bags of Galaxy mini eggs (of which I knew not before this week). Two large (400g) slabs of Galaxy chocolate. The hugest Easter egg you've ever seen - about a foot tall, and weighing 400g (from Kevin - you know your boyfriend loves you when he gives you a chocolate egg that you can hardly lift ;-) ), and another of those large slabs.

And they'll all be out of date within six months! Help...

Minor things:

• Regular expressions rock. Thank you, Dorothea.
• I'm afraid Kevin's socks didn't get done, even in four or five days over Easter. I'm still determined to ambush them at some point though.
• I now own Pirates of the Caribbean and may use force to allow people around me who haven't watched it yet (a distressingly large number of such) to see it.
• Shaun Of The Dead (in case Kevin's recommendation wasn't enough for you) is a brilliant, brilliant film. Go, watch, ROTFL.
• After doing another test for my gap-year maths course, I can confirm that I haven't forgotten differentiation, even the derivatives of trigonometric functions. Yay.
• I've made my choices for the halls of residence at Warwick university (the list of options, if you're interested). Hopefully, applying at this time of the year, I'll get my first choice. Luckily all the rooms have a high-speed internet connection, so at least I'll have that :-)
• Kevin's starting to wreak his revenge upon me for piling him down with about a dozen books to read, six months ago. So far it's The Far Side Gallery (book 1 of 6) and a Tom Holt (book something of goodness knows how many), and if those work then I'll have entire series to catch up on... Gah. Evil plans are the best, aren't they?

How about that - after not being able to write anything, and forcing myself to write about how I couldn't write anything, I managed to write both a long, pointlessly rambling bit and a list of short bullet points. Without ever intending to. How depressing is that?