Top Ten Things I Would Take to a Desert Island | Guest Post

Hello! This is An Overthinking Teenager, normally found residing over at Rainbow Cakes and Rocky Road.¬†This is my first guest post, so thanks very much to Apple for having me. Today’s post is going to be a Top Ten – the Top Ten things I would take to a desert island (if I wasn’t trying to escape, so no boats!).

Hereeee we go…
1. My iPod. This would give me something else to focus on, keep me distracted from my unfortunate plight and probably help me keep my sanity intact. Always helpful.

2. A portable charger for the iPod. Preferably solar powered, but even if it wasn’t it would keep my iPod juiced up for a bit longer.

3. A fully stocked e-reader. Like the iPod, this would keep me distracted. I normally prefer physical books to e-books, but the big advantage of e-readers is the quantity of books you can take with you in one item. Les Miserables, I’m coming for you.

4 & 5.. Authentically tea-stained paper with an old-fashioned fountain pen. All the better for creating a complicated treasure map promising everlasting riches, leading to absolutely nothing. I’m cruel, aren’t I?

6. Pringles. I need to stay alive somehow, and what better way than with a stockpile of BBQ Pringles? Seriously, I’m in love with Pringles.

7. Sun cream. I have incredibly pale skin. In junior school, our PE kit was white shorts, socks, and polo shirt. My mum asked if I thought I could get away with wearing my navy games shorts, so I could look slightly less like a milk bottle. Therefore, suncream is a necessity if I’m going to avoid looking like a lobster. A ketchup-covered lobster, to be more precise. Swimming in tomato sauce.

8. Washi tape. This thin, patterned masking tape style tape is addictive. Seriously, you could spend hours covering everything in sight with it.

9. A notepad. Using the fountain pen from number 5, I could while away the hours writing Poet Laureate-worthy poetry and prose, only to be discovered after I’ve tragically died of starvation, causing me to showered with awards posthumously…

10. My stuffed giraffe. Giraffe, as he is inventively named (or Geronimo on special occasions) has been with me all fourteen years of my life, and I feel he could fit in quite well in a desert climate.

So there you have it, my top ten essentials for a desert island…what would be most important to you? Feel free to leave your comments below ūüôā
Thanks again for having me, Apple!

This guest post was written by An Overthinking Teenager of Rainbow Cakes and Rocky Road. If you enjoyed reading then please go and check it out!

An Introduction to Anna (with extras by Apple)

Apple: Hello, people of the world. This post is going to be mostly written by my awesome friend who blogs over at Paint.the.Sky. She is going to share some of her mind with you.

I’m just testing this guest post thing out, but I’m hoping to make it a regular feature so if you just send me an email/comment then perhaps we could we you up here! And now, I shall pass the baton on to Anna…


Anna: I’m not good at introductions. I think that goes without saying for me. Whenever I guest blog (i.e- never) I’m pretty much like this;

“OK. Right, I’m going to ace this. When I’m done, my/this blog is going to have 1,000,000,000,000 views. Or something with a lot of¬†zeros…”

Ten minutes later

“What should I say? Hi? Hello? How many exclamation marks¬†should I put? Or does that make me sound like I’m permanently hyper? Sorry, I’ll rephrase-¬†more¬†permanently hyper. Meh, my grammar is evidently dying. Oooh, ‘evidently’ is a good word.” ¬†And why on earth am I talking to myself?¬†*Thumps head against desk*

Etc. You know, that doesn’t really put me in a very good light. Phhhhtttt, dignity? Nah.

Basically, I’m Anna, Apple’s friend and completely insane companion.

Phew, I need to lie down. Anyways, hi and goodbye!

Would You Rather…?

Hello again, there! I kinda feel like you guys don’t really know that much about me, so today I’m doing some ‘Would you rather…?’ questions. Ok, I’m not too sure that they’ll help you learn an awful lot about me and my life (for some reason, I’m tempted to say ‘myself’ there. In italics. Anyway.), but they’re more the sort of thing that help you understand how I actually think. Plus, they’re fun. If you’re a blogger and are feeling the urge to do the same, please by all means go ahead and make this that¬†wondrous thing they call a ‘tag‘!

Off with the ranting, on with the questions:

Would you rather be happy and poor or rich and miserable?

Starting with a philosophical-ish one, are we? I’m going to go for happy. A life without happiness isn’t life at all. I have a feeling I’m making an accidental quote there…

High-end or drugstore makeup?

I am a firm believer in drugstore cosmetics. Although I like to splash out every once in a while, I have a pretty tight budget!

Would you rather be invisible, or be able to fly?

Flying. Seriously, I really want to be able to fly. I once had a dream where I could fly and I was doing all sorts of heroic stuff etcetera, and then I woke up and realised I couldn’t actually fly. I was pretty disappointed.

Would you rather only be able to shout, or only be able to whisper?

That’s a hard one. Is singing excluded? No, self, don’t argue with yourself. It looks odd. Anyway, I’d probably rather whisper. I’m not a particularly shouty person, to be honest, although I’m not sure how I’d release my anger. Through hitting pillows, I guess?

Sweets (otherwise know as candy) or chocolate?

Strictly this isn’t a ‘would you rather?’ question, but that doesn’t mean I won’t answer it! I’d choose chocolate. I do love sweets, but just not as much as chocolate. Sometimes they just get, well, too…sweet. By the way, I do like dark chocolate. It’s the best type.

chocolate bar

Would you rather lose your sight or your hearing?

I hope I don’t offend anyone here: this question is purely for the purpose of ‘would you rather?’. I’m not trying to annoy people deliberately.

Now I have my apology-slash-disclaimer done, on with the answer. I don’t really like the idea of losing my hearing at all; I love music more than I love art. So I’d lose my sight (again, please don’t be offended).

Would you rather be forgotten or hatefully remembered?

Um – well, it depends what I did that was so hateful. Actually answering the question, I think I’d choose ‘forgotten’. I wouldn’t be around to know, though, so I don’t mind too much about this one.

Well, that’s it for the questions! If you have any for me then be sure to comment or email me at I’ve also just remembered I have a residential¬†school trip at the end of next week so if anyone would like to be my first guest blogger I’d be super-grateful. Thank you to all my followers and readers for their support; I hope you all have an excellent start to next week!

Apple xx