Cat post with no cutesy pics. Proceed at own risk.

And not only is this a cat post, it's also a depressing cat post. Because my cat is sick, probably with cancer.It all started probably around September, but I didn't notice because I was too busy being tired and stressed and depressed from work. My dad, who, as a pensioner, is the one always at home and as a result the main caregiver of the cat, didn't notice because he's old(ish) and a man and because he has his own problems that can be distracting. Anyway, the thing is that Pelias started having -to put it politely- digestion problems that escalated and at last became noticeable, especially when he stopped using his sandbox, in order to get our attention. We went to the vet, he gave us special food, Pelias seemed to do better. Then around December things went downhill again, and this time it was a long downwards tumble.I won't bore you with the details. The facts are these: Pelias now weighs barely 3kg (from 5, which was his normal weight), he is anaemic, he can't eat and has to be fed mashed kitty food through a syringe, he is weak and some days he can barely move, and has to be carried anywhere, including his sandbox and water bowl. He is scheduled for x-rays tomorrow, which will only confirm the doctor's suspicions about a tumour, possibly located in his lungs. If that is the case, the vet says there's nothing that can be done about it except continue taking care of him as we have until one day he dies. How lovely.So there. That's part of the reason why I don't feel like posting a lot, in case anyone was wondering. Maybe some day I'll share the other part(s), too.

Lots of ...

Lots of food again this Easter. My new motto is "Live fat, die young, and leave a cholesterol poisoned corpse."

Don't shoot the bouzoukist.

Saturday night at Jasmin. There's me, of course, Eleni -otherwise known as Hell-n-ninja- and my friend Dimitris, drinking and having an all around nice time. At some point, Eleni and I start gossiping about various guys who happen to catch our eye at any given moment, but mainly about a really good-looking fellow with nice arms and broad chest. Yes, we're girls, people. So, after a while I apologise to Dimitris for leaving him out of our conversation, but he says it's okay, his attention is otherwised engaged. I look at what he's looking and I realise that people from the table next to us and the one opposite are showing signs of either gay men flirting or straight men getting ready to fight. Namely: looking intensely at each other, gesturing mysteriously, nodding their heads meaningfully and naughtily whispering inaudible things at each other.Well, guess which was the case. Seconds later the guy from the table next to us springs to his feet, and as he approaches the guy from the opposite table and starts hitting him (or trying to, I don't really have time to tell because) Dimitris jumps up from our table, with a speed and flexibility a little unexpected from a man his size (he's a big guy) and slams the attacker back to his seat as if he were a puppet. At this point, Eleni and I, are gigling like silly schoolgirls, the former attacker is babbling incoherently, lying surprised half on his chair, half on me, and a group of people is trying to prevent a fight from breaking out. They succeed. Besides our friend only wanted to stop things, not start a bar brawl, so he sits back down with us and seems sorry to have interfered at all. We continue to giggle.The only problem is that, now, the guy who wanted to beat up the opposite table guy, seems to have forgotten all about him and focuses on Dimitris. He is obviously drunk. He threatens to kill him, tells him to go outside and settle things like men and all the other very manly things that very manly men do and say in such situations as this. The cute guy with the arms and the broad chest, who apparently works at Jasmin, or so we gather while we are still giggling, tries to calm him down by talking to him and, failing to do that, threatens to beat him up himself if he doesn't shut up. Sexy.A little while later, in the midst of giggles from mine and Eleni's side and frowns and sheepish smiles from Dimitris', we decide it's time to go. Outside the bar we realise that the sexy guy is right behind us. Dimitris asks if the drunk dude has followed us and the sexy guy says yes, he's just inside the exit door but not to worry, he's being held back. More giggles and we leave.Next time, I'm going to bring a bouzouki player with me, so that he can play fast music during the fight and I can play the tambourine with my legs crossed, a flower behind my ear, all the while giggling like a madwoman.

Stolen from 1981 who stole it from someone else.

The - IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? - thing.So, here's how it works:1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.)2. Put it on shuffle3. Press play4. For every question, type the song that's playing5. When you go to a new question, press the next button6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool!Opening Credits: Depeche Mode - Newborn (Foster Remix)Waking Up: Usedtobecool - Fuck YeahFirst Day At School: Josh Rouse - Winter In The Hamptons gah... Falling In Love: Stone Temple Pilots - Sex Type ThingFight Song: Deftones - The ChaufferProm: Stone Temple Pilots - Interstate Love Song this and the falling in love song should be the other way around Life: Fischerspooner - Emerge (Terranova Remix)Mental Breakdown: Antony & The Johnsons - I Am Bird Now hehehDriving: Prodigy - GirlsGetting Back Together: Icon Of Coil - Dead Enough For LifeWedding: The Ceasars - SoulchaserBirth Of Child: The Wedding Present - Interstate 5Final Battle: Placebo - One Of A KindDeath Scene: Kammerflimmern - Sad Kid hey white_sleep, who would have thought? ;p Funeral Song: Linkin Park - One Step CloserRememberance Song: Piano Magic - No ClosureEnd Credits: Jim Croce - Time In A Bottle

I c...

I can't put my thoughts into words lately. You noticed it, too, huh?I wish there was some kind of invention that took the images from my head and turned them into some kind of format like .jpg or video. Then my posts would be David Lynch films and I wouldn't feel as intellectually challenged as I do now.

When we wer...

When we were teenagers we used to have deep and meaningful conversations about important things. Or so we thought. Now, we don't even have the consolation of that illusion.

Guess ...

Guess what: They finally delivered my new computer, the next day after I started thinking about cancelling the order. So, now, like the completely predictably uncool person that I am, I'm playing Sims 2 with passion. Oh yes, indeed.

I think I unconsciously made a New Year's resolution.

~ The New Year's Eve party didn't turn out half bad. We all had a good time, I suppose. People brought so much drink that it's enough for ten more parties (of moderate drinking) and Ntina brought so much food that I was eating the leftovers for three days afterwards.~ I ordered a new (kickass) PC but there's been a big delay in delivery (probably due to the holidays), which has given me time to reconsider, so now I'm thinking of cancelling it altogether and keeping the money in the bank, seeing that I currently do not have a job and being glued to the new computer (which is what most certainly will happen) won't make it easier to find a new one.~ Yesterday I went to Alley Cat with my friends. One of the two DJs -the girl, Maria, who is an acquaintance of Ntina's and seems nice- played very well, and most of the songs we liked and sang like crazy (we didn't dance though, because it was so crowded you could barely move and we didn't want to lose our spots on the nice, comfortable sofa). The second DJ -the guy- must have been either on drugs or hearing impaired (or both). Leaving aside that he mostly played shitty music, he kept playing one song over the other thinking he was mixing them, when what he actually did was create noise (and not in a good way, either) during the ten seconds it took him to change from one song to another. He also did this extremely outdated (and never really relevant to the genre he was playing) thing where he introduced the next track by letting us listen a bit from it somewhere in the middle of the previous one. Really, dude. If you don't know how to use your equipment, if you don't have an ear for rythm and/or melody, stick to the basics. Please.In spite of all that, the place was packed and remained so until the time we left, around 4am. By the time we got something to eat and I was dropped off home an hour had passed, so I ended up going to bed at 5:30am. The result was that I woke up at 1:30pm tired and sleepy and I slept for two or three more hours in the evening. After talking with my friends on the phone later, we came to the conclusion that we have got really really old. I mean, compared to the times when we used to party all night and then go home, change, attend an early History Didactics class at the university, and then meet our friends for coffee, backgammon and walks through Rhodes' Old Town, we seem pretty un-energetic nowadays. Ntina got depressed when I pointed out the difference between now and our 18-year-old selves and failed to congratulate me for resolving to re-descover that old self, if not by becoming a crazy party girl -which would be tacky at 26-, at least by trying to be more alive and not let my self get dragged down by the blandness of adult life, routine, and the objections of my body, which she should have done (congratulate me, that is).It's 5am now and I have lots of things to do in the morning. It's going to be a tough test for the endurance of my new decision.