Streamlining

As you can see I have many goals and Im sure as life goes on I will have many more, so the question is where to start? As human beings we can only concentrate on so much at anyone time.

My first goal that I am looking to achieve is writing and illustrating my own book. I have many books I want to write as well as a couple of ideas for graphic novels, but at the moment their is one particular story that I am being compelled too. This means my main focus in life is this particular goal, everything I do is related to achieve this goal, I have dropped my hours at work to part time and as of Tuesday I am attending Epping Forest College to study for a Foundation Diploma in Art and Design with the intention of going to uni to study illustration. I now go to life drawing classes twice a week and intend to read and write poetry for 4 hours a day (in relation to Coleridge's advice in Biographia Literaria *cheeky wink*).

It is also important to do other stuff as well, have down time, socialise and pursuing other interests. I would say though that make sure this doesn't encroach on the time you set aside for your goals. Work hard, play hard, making sure your play is exciting and adventurous as possible.

Saturday night I went to a friends flat warming, it was one hell of a night with music, dancing, beer pong, people puking and pissing up living room walls. I went out to Bunga Bunga in Battersea with some of the party guests. Queuing up, one of my best friends was hooking up with these two girls, we were then greeted by another mate walking out the club saying it was shit.  After dancing and taking to randoms for two hours, I then proceeded to walk around Clapham with two of my other mates that were high on this MDMA that looked like it had been cut with Bisto, we got back to the flat to be greeted by paramedics who were attending to someone who had lacerated their arm on a wine bottle.

I would like to mention that I am Teetotal, remembering all the chaos and anarchy made the whole night seem more dreamlike and even more wonderful. I went and stayed at someone else's house in Tooting so as to not sleep in a puke, piss and blood ridden apartment. I didn't end up getting to sleep until 5:30 am before being woken by a phone call. It was my friend who was cracking on with them two girls in the queue, he just came back from having a threesome, climbed over the 10 ft high wall of the flat in Clapham and was stuck in the courtyard unable to get in. Life is infinitely more stranger than fiction.

So I suppose what Im getting at is don't work hard all the time, just make sure your spending your free time getting up to crazy shit.

Its now monday morning, I didn't finish work till 11:15 last night, working nine hours straight on only 4 hours sleep. This is fucking living.

Love Jack.