I love:

Cheesy 80's films. Mystic Pizza, Pretty In Pink, Some Kind of Wonderful, Weird Science, Sixteen Candles..Anything, i'll watch it.

80's Madonna. I don't know why she feels she has to move with the times, she was hipper back then and her music didn't suck.

Punk rock. I love everything about it; the anger, the frustration, the scuzzy love songs that mean more to me than a thousand 'My Heart Will Go On' type ballads ever could. I listen to so many different types of music, but punk rock is the first thing I fell in love with. It was my education in a lot of ways, be it social issues or music in general. And yes, it did all stem from Green Day. As a 14 year old I listened to Insomniac and had never heard anything like it. I remember not being able to understand a fucking word that Billie Joe was saying, but whatever it was, I could tell he meant it and that was so fucking cool. From Green Day I grew to love Pinhead Gunpowder and in turn Lookout Records. It all went from there. The Clash, Joe Strummer's solo stuff, Stiff Little Fingers, Bad Religion and a million semi-obscure bands that mean the world to me. It's weird the way something silly like a song can trigger such an intense rush of emotion. I'll never forget the first time I listened to Green Day because I didn't just fall in love with a band, I fell in love with a completely different world. I always cringed when I watched that Fanatic show on MTV..You know the 'OMG your music saved my life' thing. But I do understand it a bit better now with my hindsight goggles. That music didn't save my life, but it certainly changed it.

Zines. I love zines. It's like having a little piece of someone's heart and soul in your hand. I was organizing mine earlier and I was amazed that i'd never considered the amount of effort that went into making them, let alone the actual text. The little doodles on the cover, wax seals, ribbon closures. So much care and affection and creativity. It's what i've always wanted to be able to do. To make a zine. I've tried so many times but when I get to the stage of actually writing something down, I realise I have nothing to say. I find it so hard to say how I feel and thought it would be easier to write it down. It's not. It's even more difficult. You have to choose the words so carefully and it feels like there's never enough..Or at least never the right one.

Staring at the sea. Sometimes I stare at the sea for so long it feels like i'm floating on it. It amazes me. I'm not sure why, I just find it so calming..Humbling too.

The countryside. I am not a city person at all. I love going to the cinema, the pub, concerts, football matches, music shops, book shops etc. I like everything a city has to offer, but I could never live in one again. I never appreciated the space I had when I was growing up. I could walk outside and in 2 minutes i'd be completely alone and in peace. In the city there is never enough space. It's never completely quiet. I hated it. I felt trapped, claustrophobic even. It depressed me in a way I never knew possible. I missed my fresh air. I missed looking out of my bedroom window and seeing grass and trees. I missed walking by a river that didn't have (probably) dead bodies in it's murky depths and god knows what kind of pollution.
I missed the mountains, the beach. I missed everything and I felt like shit the entire time because of it. My life was a mess for 2 years because I just couldn't find a way to make myself happy in that environment.

That's quite enough rambling for today!