In which Demi starts to panic... again.

Nonononononnononononnonono I was so sure I was on top of everything! I finished one essay 2 weeks early for God's sake!

Why did I do so veryvery little last week?!?!

Suddenly the end of term is looming. Not even on the far horizon, I'll be home in less than a week! And while part of me can't wait, the more sensible side is screaming, raging against the flimsy barriers I put up in my subconscious to drown it out, just for a little while. I worked hard, I deserve a little break, I said.

Fast forward a week and I'm facing 4 weeks and 11,000 words. Yoooooooooooou muppet. Anticipating many, many, many late nights. Gahh.

 Tonight's entertainment.

On the plus side, I now have 3 offers of summer work experience, including the big London-based firm I reallyreallyreally wanted to hear from. Just gotta get through the next 3 months first! xo

In which Demi is thankful.

Some days, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. And it's not always when national disasters are occuring, or when it's my birthday and I get presents and it's very much me-me-me.

Sometimes all it takes is that calm, that peace that I can feel seeping through my veins, collecting in my heart. A warmth that tells me 'You matter.'

That peace can be caused by the simplest of things. Finishing an essay that you're really proud of (2 weeks before the deadline no less). Your mum coming upstairs to check on you, just to chat, to ask if you want a cuppa (the answer is yes, always yes). Your friend letting you curl up on her bed in silence and doze as she works (no questions asked). That same friend running out to the shops to buy biscuits, nice biscuits, and make you a cuppa, just cos she can see you're down (so of course you share your nice European chocolates as a thank you). Sitting in the dark with your four housemates, watching Pretty Woman, laughing, bantering and competing to see how many grapes they can fit in their mouths without spraying grape-juice everywhere (it's happened before).

And I look around, and feel that peace warm my heart, and think that I really am the luckiest girl in the world.

 

xo.

In which Demi dreams of...

http://weheartit.com/entry/7819005

xo.

In which Demi can't stop smiling.

It's been a really great couple of days, and I have a big sappy grin on my face despite the fact I've just sat down and worked out how much we all owe on a batch of house bills which have all arrived at once. Ick, maths and bills. I also currently have exactly 10 windows or tabs open with extra critical reading for the essay I badly need to start. I worked out that even if I bash out 2 of my 5 essays before the Easter break, I'll still have 8,500 words to write over Easter. Guess I'll just have to stamp down on my procrastinating habits hard.

But, despite all that, I've had a great few days.

Yesterday I got to see two of my favourite bands ever (everever) live, and neither of them let me down. I've been waiting to see Yellowcard for something like 5 or 6 years now, and had all but given up hope that they would finish their indefinite hiatus and release new material. I didn't even dare hope to see them tour, but new material would have been a gift. Instead, I nearly died in shock and happiness to see that they had been booked as a support slot for All Time Low. They were fantastic, and I just wish more of the crowd had known of them and got a bit more into it. There was a very dedicated core sector in the centre, and oh how I wished I could join them in their mad dancing and jumping. For the billionth time I cursed myself for doing that stupid ski jump years ago that left my knee damaged and unable to cope with mad bouncing, or even sitting in a cinema or on a plane for too long.

All Time Low were the best I've ever seen them as well; having seen them in a support slot and as one of the many rushed slots at Leeds Fest 2 years ago, I loved to see them play a whole range of their material and take some rests to chat and banter with the crowd and each other. I'm pretty sure I deafened one of my housemates during their set I was singing so loud. Seeing Alex performing Remembering Sunday and catching his pick at the end (well, technically scooping it excitedly off the floor after it bounced off my chest and the shock wore off) made my day.

What makes these two bands stand out to me is a mixture of their lyrical talent and awesome guitar riffs. I'm a sucker for catchy riffs, and Yellowcard have some of the most intricate and rememberable riffs I know. They both have songs which literally pour out emotion; I felt a little choked up during Believe by Yellowcard, because it was wasted on much of the audience who had no idea it was written about the brave firefighters who lost their lives in 9/11. And Jasey Rae, Poison, Therapy, Painting Flowers, Remembering Sunday... there are too many of ATL's lyrical ability to list.

Today was lovely too. I got to catch up with one of my friends who I have drifted away from - both his fault and mine - and watch Beauty and the Beast with my housemates, like the childish girls we are (see the shrieking and wrestling that occured shortly before as one hid the phone of the other for proof...)

More importantly, I received an email from one of the companies I've queried about summer work experience. An acceptance. An affirmation that I am, in fact, worth trying out, taking a chance on. My first step into the real world of PR.

So with this random assortment of musings, I'll take my leave for bed. xo.