if I could write you a song..

So since my last post I have once again joined the ranks of the employed - I have my old job back at Currys Digital, selling a multitude of electronic products and spending the best part of my days doing nothing and having fun times with all my old friends. Definitely looking forward to payday this Thursday so I can spend my hard earned wages on several important things.

a) getting my beautiful SLR back



I haven't had this beauty since I left Australia way back in June - sad times. I miss it a lot despite the fact I never seemed to use it that much. Now I know what I've been missing I'll definitely be trying to make the most of it when it arrives!

b) decorating my new room



We're moving house next week (Friday 15th) and one thing I'm really looking forward to is decorating my room exactly how I want it. I've been seriously considering things lately and think I'll be living with my mum for a few years to come yet and so plan to spend a semi-decent amount making my room lovely. The image above is the wallpaper I'm going to have on one wall, with the rest being painted cream. I can see myself spending copious amounts on furnishings and various bits in the near future!

and c) getting a new tattoo





I've wanted a third tattoo for absolutely ages and have been searching tumblr lately for inspiration! There's so much stuff on there that I love but just can't picture myself getting so I really need to create some kind of mix of everything and then go for it! I'm thinking potentially of two different ideas, one being a piece of writing and one being a more artistic piece on my ankle?

Tattoos are addictive. My advice - don't start!

in defence of our dreams

There is no definitive age for you to turn around and suddenly say - I know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.

But days before my 22nd birthday and I'm still completely oblivious as to what I want to do with mine, and I'm feeling a bit lost.

When we were young, everyone had a dream career, whether it be megasuper pop star, actor / actress, brain surgeon, astronaut. A million times I told my family that all I ever wanted to be was a journalist. Was I crazy?

Hitting 17, I decided I wanted to be in a media based career. I enjoy photography, I enjoy filming, I enjoy writing. However, enjoyment is not necessarily an indication of talent, and I just don't think I'm creative enough.

I told myself I didn't go to university because I was too lazy, but I think partially it was because I didn't want to earn myself £15k of debt to graduate in a subject that would get me absolutely nowhere due to my own lack of practical skill.

I'd like to say I'm in retail right now, but in truth I am unemployed. However retail is where I will inevitably end up, and although I don't mind it as a day to day money earner, I can't even imagine being a retail zombie for the rest of my life.

This blog is not for sympathy or mindless adoration (yeah right), although some constructive criticism wouldn't go amiss. Its my attempts to be more creative and potentially push myself into a job I might enjoy. Its me wondering what on earth I'm really doing with my life. And why I should have to know that, at the grand old age of 22.