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A Design For Life

It's weird. I'm a jack of all trades, and truly a master of none. This week, and I shit you not, I have written a review for the music and movies review site I will be setting up shortly, have recorded 3 songs and done the artwork for the debut TMDT album, constantly comicking during work, and have written and am currently re-writing the beginnings of my first novel. I suppose at the end of the day not a lot of people can say they've done that of a week.

I wasn't boasting there, I'm simply saying. I'm in the clutches of a major downer, with the staple money worries being the main contender, as well as the inability to book time off this week to move house, which this is this weekend. But, on the flipside, my subconscious is overcompensating by making me uberproductive. I've been doing all of my comics at work, and way in advance. I suddenly, and unexpectedly decided to record some songs and now I'm only 7 songs from completing my album. Me. An album for Christ's sake. And writing the novel, and the storylines for Dead Ends and Dead + Ended, it's just something I've never really done with such tenacity before.

But yeah. I mean, I've decided now that anything I consider an ambition should be happening. I'm 22 for the sake of the lord, I shouldn't be waiting for these things I want to happen to me. I want to be a musician, I'll record an album. I want to be a cartoonist, so I'll get me a website and some pens. I want to be an author... of either a novel or graphic novel I'm not sure, but unless I start writing it'll never happen anyway. I want to be known for something, so I'll create several websites, including a personal blog, a reviews site, a comics site and a hub for it all. I want to be self-employed... let's print some t-shirts.

I really don't know where this has all come from. I'm at a transitional period I guess, with the house move this next weekend like. I feel I should be wearing a blue checked shirt. If you get the reference, if you don't it's fine. But you should probably watch more.

Landlords are coming round nowish. I hate them. I've avoided them successfully since I moved in here. No such luck now. I need to talk to them about switching the electric over to their name. Eurgh. Wish me luck.

EDIT

Landlord came. Landlord went. The entire exchange lasted something around 45 seconds, and then she talked to Daniel and such. That was somewhat brilliant. Thoroughly painless, to coin a phrase.

Anyway, I'll continue with the post. This weekend has been odd. Finished work on Friday at 7.15 and came home, where for one reason or another Daniel, housemate extraordinaire and brother from another mother was sat alone playing games. Sofi was out partying, and we indulged in an impromptu Doctor Who marathon - just in time for the most recent episode which was shown yesterday. FUCK ME. It was very, very good.

After watching said most recent episode, went out with Daniel to meet with Campbell, Tom, Sam, Doctor and Powell, Si(gh) amongst others at The Cardinal's Hat. I'm not going into the details of the night, as I've gone through them enough already with folks, so that's that. Very good night though. Fucking weird as fuck, but good none the less.

Fancy an Angel Chef now. Let's do it.

posted by Cos Ryan @ 3:18 PM