As these teenage dreams and nightmares…

…start to fade away, I’d like to wish you all a happy new year and hope you had a good festive period, whatever you were doing. I hate the new year. The mas holiday is lovely for me because I can just chill and read and stay in bed til 12 and play on the internet and go shopping. Then the 2nd of January comes around and its time to leave it all behind and snap into attention like a lean racehorse, with two weeks worth of work to catch up on. Back to reality, back to praying I can hang on to this job for another year. Waiting to see what awful things are going to happen to me this year. Oh goody.   

I’m going to be 20 in 18 days. It’s time to stop fucking around and get on with the rest of my life. I may not ever be as good a writer or as famous a writer as Stephen King or Neil Gaiman but so help me, I’m not going to find out if I spend the rest of my life sitting about watching David Firth films. I can’t do anything else, can’t paint, photoshop or animate stuff. Can’t act either.

Watch this space. I’m working on some new material (some of which hopefully will be unshit enough to submit to a few webzines or something) and than I will be back to kick all your arses!! HA!

Here’s to 2008. I have no idea where I’m going to be by the end of it, but that’s all part of the fun isn’t it, Doctor? Who knows, maybe the good things will outweigh the bad this year! Funny how you get really exciting years and really boring years and the good and bad stuff always seems to even out. 2007 was too much for anyone from my POV. Way too much was going on. I loved the medium rare steak, but I didn’t care for the tequila (both of which I had for the first time this year). Let’s have a nice quiet year, with no shitty relationships or losing of jobs, or people dying, or being promoted (rough with the smooth and all that….), so I can concentrate on taking over the universe.

Good luck this year, dudes. Love you all.

A teeny tiny rant.

What is up with libraries? I do not have the space or the money to actually buy books, so I kind of rely on the library. But the kind of book I like is either horror or experimental fiction (in fact, horror is often experimental but they put it with the horror because they don’t know how else to categorise it) and the bulk of fiction in libraries are either crime or Chick lit, both of which I find to be the most dull and predictable sorts of books. It’s like how most of the stuff they play on the radio is fucking Take That or Shane Ward. Just because the majority of people are either too scared to break away from the crowd or too stupid to appreciatiate anything that makes them think or tries to make a statement…I mean, where does that leave me? I won’t write normal popular fiction, only weird experimental stuff. I could, but it bores the shit out of me.

Uuaaaggghhhhhhh!!!

I really do not like the thought of having to drag myself out of my lovely warm bed in the icelike temperatures in the middle of the night (7am) tomorrow. Still, only 10 days to go…

Uhhhhh…