Today is a new day

Note: The whole idea of this being a music related blog is being put on the shelf. Quite honestly, I don't know enough intelligent words to talk about music in the right way, so I'm thinking I'll return to this initial plan when I've actually learnt a bit about describing the stuff I listen to. I don't think it would be worth it otherwise.

From this day on it'll be life as it goes. If anything interesting happens, I might talk about it here. So, a traditional blog. I won't bitch or whine or vent insecurities or slam doors though - I save that for the real world and my diary world (one that's growing worryingly tatty, and it's only March!). All I want here is somewhere to write when I don't have any stories and poems in my head. But I promise, no dramaturgy will surface here.

Okay, so, it's very early in the AM. I haven't been this way for ages, but in the last few days I have slept strangely, drank too much cheap wine, and basically knocked my body clock right out of sync. It's kind of okay for now though. A cool and gentle breeze is drifting through my window, the birds are making noise, and I am 21 today. Yes, 21! This doesn't mean very much to me, but I suppose it will help when ordering drinks in America, not that I've been.
I suppose what I want to say is that I'm feeling good about most things (less good about others, but I'll leave that out) and I have a solid plan. Earning some money is at the top of my agenda at the moment, unfortunately. I am very poor and it's like there is a demon inside me who keeps spending my money on dirt and fizzy drinks. I need to plug this hole with good, honest work - nice in its way, I can almost entirely switch off and in the past those times have given me lots of story ideas.
I work in a care home, helping people who have epilepsy and other complex needs, or at least that is what the signs everywhere say. It is a pleasant institution in the middle of nowhere (I bike there sometimes, 6 miles is no mean feat!) and houses around 200 residents.
And the job can be very fun, but also very empty. The afternoons are generally spent watching reruns of Come Dine With Me and making sure no fights break out and nobody trips over anything. Assistance in finding missing puzzle pieces is also a common activity. I may include a few work stories if I see fit, but I'll leave talking about it for now because I simply have too much to say on something which has proved so enlightening and entertaining. I have seen some strange things, believe me.

My other plans for the Easter break are to type lots and lots of words about films and things - something I'd rather discuss when the workload is lighter (I currently see it as a garden full of juicy weeds, sucking the lifeforce out of all the jaunty flowers who only want to watch Lost). Yeah, plenty of work to do - the last few months have felt extremely hectic, either that or I've grown incredibly lazy. Being less lazy is another ambition of mine, I do quite well sometimes.


So anyway, today I am 21, (or technically in around 45 minutes) sharing the same birth date as the gargantuan filmmaker Akira Kurosawa - who is 100 today - not that he has seen the last 12 years, but it sounds cool in the media to say he's 100 (or would be) today. Yeah, little things nag at me.

Go to sleep go to sleep go to sleep. Yeah, it is ten to 6 so I really should agree with what my brain is saying.

I'll stop now, or I'll waffle on forever and lose track of the actual purpose (I do that too often) of what I'm saying. Therefore it's me signing off, hopefully unto the land of nod....