I’ve seen a few people do this and who could ask for a better subject matter for a first post! Here goes.

1. Gossip Girl – & in particular, Blair Waldorf. The dresses, skirts, especially the peter pan collars. I find this show hopelessly and relentlessly addictive, sometimes it hurts to watch it, it’s that good. My friends (who share my unhealthy addiction) don’t understand why I like Blair more than any o the other female characters. I guess it’s because she’s human, everything she does is reactionary. She’s horrible sometimes and spiteful, but she’s not all bad underneath. It’s her coping mechanism. I can relate to that.

2. Bulletin Boards – I saved this photo to my “inspiration” file a while back. I’m not sure where it came from. When I moved to uni, the first thing I did was start sticking things up on the board behind my desk. You can see mine . I need a creative space to work, even to just function in. There’s nothing better than looking up from your work and seeing all these things that incited something in you.

3. Paws – especially these, which belong to my six year old kitten (I still like to refer to him as a kitten even though he weighs as much as a small cow) Tiger.

4. Doctor Who – yes it’s true. A fan before David Tennant, I’ll have you know. Brought up on it. Not a lot makes me happier than sitting down with a few episodes to watch. I’ve gathered quite a bit of memorabilia – my favourite piece being my tardis money box which sits proudly on my desk at uni.

5. The seaside in cold weather – there’s something about the British seaside, and I like it the most when you need a rain coat and your cheeks are flushed. The beach, the ocean and a good campsite. I get some sort of uncomfortable pleasure from it (or maybe an unpleasant comfort?) – especially at the scene of this photograph – the Gower, South Wales.

6. MGMT – I got into them a little late perhaps but since I moved to university in september “Electric Feel” seems to be my constant soundtrack and theme. Partying at Panic last tuesday brought on an impromptu screaming session with three men I didn’t know but danced with all night along with my Norwegian housemates. Being comfortably drunk, hearing the opening bars of “Time To Pretend” and screaming “yeah it’s overwhelming but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning COMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTEE!” is a strangely fond memory.