First entry ahoy
I'm slightly excited by this new journal. I feel like I can be completely anonymous. It's better.
I'm horrifically hung over and need to eat some fruit.
Steps to sort my life out:
1. write more often
2. produce more art
3. think about nice things, as well as bad things. Balance it out.
4. build up my crumbled confidence
5. become a good musician (practice, you lazy fuck)
6. eat well
7. don't be afraid to ask for things
8. make more friends
9. make more of an effort with existing friends
10. do more exercise
11. drink less alcohol
12. drink more fruit juices and water
13. cut down on the smoking
14. fill up some sketch books
15. talk to my family more often
16. find somewhere new to live
17. clean up the house a bit (including putting washing in, hoovering, dusting...)
There's probably more. I'll keep adding to it. I should perhaps print it out and keep it in my planner.
One of my friends, Jay, lent me a book called 'I lick my cheese'; a collection of notes left by flatmates. It's incredibly entertaining. I'd take that book to the park and giggle to myself, but unfortunately I need to work on 2. 4, possibly 8, definitely 9, and 10,14, 15 and 17 today. Reducing things down to numbers makes each task seem less threatening, somehow.
I'm horrifically hung over and need to eat some fruit.
Steps to sort my life out:
1. write more often
2. produce more art
3. think about nice things, as well as bad things. Balance it out.
4. build up my crumbled confidence
5. become a good musician (practice, you lazy fuck)
6. eat well
7. don't be afraid to ask for things
8. make more friends
9. make more of an effort with existing friends
10. do more exercise
11. drink less alcohol
12. drink more fruit juices and water
13. cut down on the smoking
14. fill up some sketch books
15. talk to my family more often
16. find somewhere new to live
17. clean up the house a bit (including putting washing in, hoovering, dusting...)
There's probably more. I'll keep adding to it. I should perhaps print it out and keep it in my planner.
One of my friends, Jay, lent me a book called 'I lick my cheese'; a collection of notes left by flatmates. It's incredibly entertaining. I'd take that book to the park and giggle to myself, but unfortunately I need to work on 2. 4, possibly 8, definitely 9, and 10,14, 15 and 17 today. Reducing things down to numbers makes each task seem less threatening, somehow.