Seems to have been a while...
My last journal entry was in September! Insane. And I only made 4 entries in the whole of 2008. Pretty poor show for someone who wants to write a masterful work of fiction one day (harharhar).
Not that I know why I bother really, I only have about 4 people on my friends list.
Speaking of friends lists, I am working on a new project to expand my life and make it better, including the discovery of new and exciting people. So far this year it has only extended to new flatmates (one of whom I already knew pretty well), and one other (albeit really rather exciting) person. Who in fact I already sort of knew.
I've reached a point where I know I've got to do something different and Make Stuff Happen - but it's a hard thing to do consciously. I'm in a job that is getting more boring by the day (though I'm a long way off hating it) - but it's safe in these times of crisis. I'm in a city that I love - but it's the sort of place where it's so easy to coast along and forget about the outside world. I don't want to leave it just yet really, though I seriously considered it before Christmas, because after two years I really feel like I'm finally starting to get something like a life together for myself here. And, small but important detail, I have a significant amount of dosh sat in the bank waiting for me to decide what to do with it. What the fuck do you do with £100k!! The plan is to buy a house, but I'm becoming more and more disillusioned with that idea. Not that I've ever had a burning desire to own my own house. It's the investment that's important though - it's the sensible thing to do in economic crisis, and I can always flog it again in a few years when the market is back up and I've made some kind of decision.
I don't really like being sensible though. I do have a reputation for level-headedness (god knows why, I don't feel like that), but somewhere there's still a niggling romantic desire to just jack it all in and do something different and dramatic. Life in a box has never held much appeal for me. And whilst I try to be a realist (having had all illusions of shining knights, prince charmings and one true loves at first sight forcibly removed some years ago), my idealistic tendencies do elbow me in the ribs from time to time.
That was a bit rambling.
On a more factual basis, I am going to drive to Bognor tomorrow to pick up a sewing machine that my friend Sarah has rather kindly put aside for me at her shop. Yays. Though I am a little sad at sidelining the mange-ridden car battery that served me rather less than well for the last two years, I am extremely happy that I will soon be able to practise my sewing in a far more pleasant manner, with a light that works, without a broken back after lifting it up off the floor, and without the potential for mangling all pieces of fabric I touch.
Anyone on the lookout for an, ahem, lovely vintage sewing machine?!
I will now attempt self-improvement by reading the book on photography I found at work the other day. Shame it predates digital... Apertures still work the same way though, right?
Not that I know why I bother really, I only have about 4 people on my friends list.
Speaking of friends lists, I am working on a new project to expand my life and make it better, including the discovery of new and exciting people. So far this year it has only extended to new flatmates (one of whom I already knew pretty well), and one other (albeit really rather exciting) person. Who in fact I already sort of knew.
I've reached a point where I know I've got to do something different and Make Stuff Happen - but it's a hard thing to do consciously. I'm in a job that is getting more boring by the day (though I'm a long way off hating it) - but it's safe in these times of crisis. I'm in a city that I love - but it's the sort of place where it's so easy to coast along and forget about the outside world. I don't want to leave it just yet really, though I seriously considered it before Christmas, because after two years I really feel like I'm finally starting to get something like a life together for myself here. And, small but important detail, I have a significant amount of dosh sat in the bank waiting for me to decide what to do with it. What the fuck do you do with £100k!! The plan is to buy a house, but I'm becoming more and more disillusioned with that idea. Not that I've ever had a burning desire to own my own house. It's the investment that's important though - it's the sensible thing to do in economic crisis, and I can always flog it again in a few years when the market is back up and I've made some kind of decision.
I don't really like being sensible though. I do have a reputation for level-headedness (god knows why, I don't feel like that), but somewhere there's still a niggling romantic desire to just jack it all in and do something different and dramatic. Life in a box has never held much appeal for me. And whilst I try to be a realist (having had all illusions of shining knights, prince charmings and one true loves at first sight forcibly removed some years ago), my idealistic tendencies do elbow me in the ribs from time to time.
That was a bit rambling.
On a more factual basis, I am going to drive to Bognor tomorrow to pick up a sewing machine that my friend Sarah has rather kindly put aside for me at her shop. Yays. Though I am a little sad at sidelining the mange-ridden car battery that served me rather less than well for the last two years, I am extremely happy that I will soon be able to practise my sewing in a far more pleasant manner, with a light that works, without a broken back after lifting it up off the floor, and without the potential for mangling all pieces of fabric I touch.
Anyone on the lookout for an, ahem, lovely vintage sewing machine?!
I will now attempt self-improvement by reading the book on photography I found at work the other day. Shame it predates digital... Apertures still work the same way though, right?