In which Demi counts to 20

Twenty favourite things, taken from the open tag opportunity by Daisy Chain Dreams :)

1. Colour: Silver and blue (especcially aqua/turquoise shades), although I have a huuuge love of purple right now, as can be seen in my prom photos. Dress, watch and nails. I looked like an advertisement for the colour.

2. Dessert: My favourite meal. Doughnuts would be number one I think. I think. Although I adore cheesecake.

3. Smell: Miss Dior Cherie. So fresh and beautiful, I love it. Also strawberries, freshly cut grass and baking. Oooh, and new books.

4. Flower: Lily. It's my mum's favourite too, but ever since we've had the cats we haven't really been able to have them in the house, since it turns out cats are allergic to the pollen. Bummerrr.

5. Animal: I love giraffes, I think they're awsome. Also cats. And elephants. And dolphins. I love animals in general tbh.

6. Month: July. End of school, holidays and my birthday month. What more could you want?

7. Beverage: I used to have a bordering-on-unhealthy obsession with Diet Coke, but at the moment I am LOVING Fanta Lemon Zero. Soooo much more refreshing. And then tea, which I basically live off.

8. Shoes: My old leopard-print flats that I wore so much they literally disintergrated. And my brown and gold wedges.

9. Snacks: Skips crisps. I have been pretty much living off them and cups of tea since I went on Study Leave. Also, Pringles. When I'm feeling slightly more healthy (which isn't often) I love almonds and fresh pineapple.

10. Songs: 'Untouched' by the Veronicas is my current obsession, although 'Breakdown' by Plain White Tee's, 'Another Heart Calls' by All American Rejects and 'Disturbia' by Rihanna are all up there too.

11. Book: I read this amazing novel called 'Queen of Glass' on Fictionpress.com that was fantastic, but since she's taken it down to persue publication I guess I'd have to say the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman which had a HUGE impact on me and they way I look at the world.

12. Fruit: Fresh, cold pineapple. With honeydew melon as a close second.

13. Hairstyle: Anything that keeps it out of my face. I loved my hair for prom, but it took over an hour to do, so it's hardly something I can replicate every day.

14. Pieces of Clothing: My leavers' hoody (snuggles), my silver and black party dress.

15. Stores to Shop: Ooooft. Any. Extra points if they're cheap :)

17. Hobbies: Reading, writing, Wii, horse-riding, skiing, mooching :)

18. Things to Collect: Useless crap. Case in point, I'm currently eyeing a little Hello Kitty figurine A brought me back from Taiwan a couple of years ago. I have no idea why I still have it. I do keep mementos like film tickets, gig tickets etc and I've built up a scrapbook for my 2yrs in Sixth Form, which is now overflowing. I attach too much sentimental value to absolutely useless things.

19. Movies: I adore Little Miss Sunshine. Love it. Also Lord of the Rings (2nd one especcially).

20. Restaurant: Chinese restaurants. I love them. Also anywhere that serves pizza. Or burgers. I'm easily pleased.

I tag the fabulous Rowan from Row-Rowing my Boat who is a fellow Wales musketeer ! Also anyone else who reads this. Go mad.

xo

In which Demi misses the pen and paper

I think I've figured out why I'm such a lazy blogger. Aside from the fact that I am... well, lazy. And why I find it so much more difficult to write - whether it's a story, an essay or a boring blog post - when staring at this little bright box perched on my lap.

I miss writing. Real writing. Using a pen and paper. Smudged ink, mis-spellings and odd grammar in haste that don't get underlined in a squiggly red line for being a freakin' fragment, crossing out, re-reading, filling up notebooks.

Why do we think that typing into a little box with neat, printed, perfect font can replicate that?

I'm filled with the urge to drive to Paperchase or WHSmiths and stock up on notebooks. Ring-bound, preferrably (I have a tendency of ripping what I've written out at a later date, or in the light of day, when I realise it was actually pretty crap) although my fingers are itching for a leatherbound, traditional notebook. A moleskin, or whatever they're called.

I need to get back into it before I hit Uni in September, or I'll never get my spark and love for writing and reading back.

I hate how it feels like a job. A chore. Something I have to do. Why the hell do I feel like I have to read Jane Eyre otherwise I'll be a failure as an English student? Why the hell should I feel obligated to love the classics when they actually bore me crazy?? Why can't I just get back to reading a book simply because I like the sound of it? Hell, when was the last time I read something simple. Harry Potter, of all things, has become so crazily appealing since I finished school.

I blame the film I watched tonight. Girl, Interrupted. Maybe we are all crazy. Who knows.

xo