Pre-breakfast drivel.

I want to start writing my blog more frequently in the time running up to BEDA (Blog Every Day April). So, you know. Hi.

The cactus on my windowsill is being clingy again. It keeps impaling itself on my curtains overnight, so when I pull them open in the morning, it makes a bid for escape out of its pot. As such, it isn't even potted properly - by the time I've wrestled it free from its deathgrip on the curtains, I'm out of the energy that I'm sure must be required to re-pot a cactus. How on earth are you supposed to do that? You can't press down on it!

So at the moment, my cactus looks like this:

Can't be good for its health, the poor thing. Also, check out my bed hair. BAAAAABE.

So it seems that today will be devoted to re-potting my cactus (and then possibly getting a skin graft, it's exciting times, folks), and also getting my Oklahoma! costume altered. It's purple gingham, so it's real purdy. I'm super excited for the show. Thank goodness it's not in April, though - I doubt I could handle the unbridled madness of having to write something of vague interest on here each day, as well as galloping around a stage, night after night, for a week, trying to get farmers and cowmen to get over themselves, for crying out loud.

Well, this has been a nice little chat, but I can smell breakfast-type smells coming from the kitchen now, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to go and eat them all.

Talk soon. lessthanthree.

Marching on like a Mad March Hare that marches because it's March. And whatever.

Hello, blog. Hello, March. Hello, reader, who be reading this.

Hello, my sanity! Where are you going???

Anyway. I've recently been doing a lot of written stuff in this REAL PURDY NOTEBOOK that my friend Gemma got me. Wanna see?

Super purdy, huh? So generally I've been writing quotes, lists and diary entries, and also doing big pages of cursive, and nerdy little doodles. This is all awesome, apart from the fact that it means I've been neglecting le blog.

So today I thought - well, I thought I'd cheat and type out what I just wrote in my diary: A whole big list of things I want to do. I want to stress that these things are not in chronological or preferential order... they simply hopped out of my brain and onto the page with very little thought processes involved other than making my hand write them. Yeah. Ok.

Stuff I want to do.

Read all the books on my to-read list by this time next year.

Meet John and Hank Green.

Learn to knit - properly.

Make a Project 4 Awesome video each year from this year onwards.

Write and perform an original song.

Grow my nails.

Improve my piano skills.

Learn to play my beautiful ukulele.

Travel to the USA.

Go to a convention (LeakyCon or VidCon, preferably).

Write and complete lots and lots of novels, short stories, poems, songs and essays, throughout my life.

Meet the other foureigndames IRL.

Drink lots of water each day.

Get a Gryffindor hoodie.

Go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

Go on the Warner Bros. Harry Potter Tour.

Go to/perform at a Wrock concert.

Do BEDA every single year.

Go running at least every other day, and become a competent runner.

Lose enough weight to finally be comfortable in my own skin.

Go skinny dipping.

Have my very own dog.

See Kate Bush perform live, if she ever tours again.

Meet some of my other YouTube/Internet heroes.

Properly learn to play Sopio.

Learn to solve a Rubik's cube.

Learn to ride a bicycle.

Go to Canada.

Live abroad for more than four months.

Go to University.

Kiss someone in the pouring rain (cliché I know, but I've always wanted to).

Watch every episode of Dr. Who from Christopher Eccleston onwards.

Be brave enough to dive off Dad's diving spot on Dramont beach.

Travel around South America.

Go on a road trip around the USA, with my American friends.

Dye my hair a completely unnatural colour.

Be free from these goddamn spots.

Run a marathon.

Share a house with some good friends.

Fight worldsuck for the rest of my life.

Learn to drive a car.

Join an am-dram society I love and play the lead in one of their shows. 

Save enough money to be able to do the things I want to do.

Bungee jump.

Skydive.

Learn to surf.

Have children.

Own some kind of property in St Raphael (preferably a caravan at Douce Quietude).

Watch every Disney movie ever made.

See shows on Broadway.

See more shows in the West End.

Live in Central London at some point.

Swim with dolphins.

Be married to one man, who loves me for precisely who I am, for the rest of my life.

Go to the original Chipotle restaurant in Denver, Colorado.

See the Northern Lights.

Meet Jo Rowling.

Try strange foods.

Be HAPPY.

And that's my list of stuff I want to do. It would be nice to think if someone saw this, they would be inspired to create their own. I honestly believe that following your dreams, fighting for the right things and spending time with the ones you love is what being alive is all about.

lessthanthree.