I'm heading back up to Sheffield in a week and a day, almost to the minute actually, where I'll be spending 7 hours on a train hopefully writing something good and meaningful (or failing that, something witty, or just, you know, anything). But everyone knows I'm just going to be watching films and episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and on Twitter going "Just passed Bristol!" and "going into tunnel now!", because that's the kind of interesting stuff I like to tweet about. After having spent the first few weeks of the new decade doing not an awful lot of anything, I'd like to think my decade starts when I return and can get things done.    There aren't any plans for the next decade, because ten years is a stupidly long amount of time to be planning anything. In ten years I managed to leave England, move to the exact opposite end of the world, spend the millennium celebrations at the Auckland Domain, moved house five times, change schools twice, make dozens of amazing friends before heading back to England and spend the remaining three years doing more of, well, exactly the same.

Planning ten years of your life is impossible, or at the very least, incredibly restricting. First thing's first, I gotta learn how to animate properly, then I gotta graduate. That's probably the only certainty in my life (debatably) . Ten years is too long to be thinking of anything. 

Hey, remember when the year 2000 was both a perfect utopia and a nuclear, Big-Brother-run dystopia? And we got something in the most boring part of the middle. But at least we have wireless internet. That shit is more futuristic than hover cars. And I guess half the nation is controlled by Big Brother, just not in the way George Orwell had predicted.

Oh, and technically the decade should begin in 2011 (and the new millennium should have been celebrated in 2001). But those who celebrated it then are just pedantic spoilsports, according to Douglas Adams

I'm going to open with LYRICS, people It's Expectations by Belle & Sebastian. It's only two of the verses. 6 of them, I think there are. They've been stuck in my head all day. The whole song has, in fact, and I thought I'd share them so everyone else would get that in their heads. I've listened to barrage and barrage of songs to get them out of my head. Nothing works. Right now, I have Meat Loaf blaring in my ears. Up next, Mr Children. All this is making me somewhat drowsy and unproductive. Perhaps today will be one of those days when ... *shudder* I do nothing? This blog entry's taken me like four hours to do so far. I wrote about a sentence before doing something else, then going back to this, then went to Tesco for the sole reason that it was outside, then wrote a bit more, and now I've just come back from my dinner and am typing more than I have done today. It's also going nowhere. I'm certain i had a good reason for clicking on the "add post" button, but I can't for the life of me think of why. Oh well. It's Saint Patrick's Day today, and people seem to embrace it as an excuse to get drunk. Since when have people needed that? I am not going out, which is probably a good thing cos I can barely stand this medium volume Mr Children tonight. I wish it wasn't 9. If I go to bed now I'll wake up at 3 in the morning. In more positive news, I have figured out my steps to being a writer. It involves doing it for free first. See THIS or THIS (the first one is still unfinished, about a year since I started writing it). They're sketches I wrote for Gang Show (for those not street enough, it's an amatuer non-profit stage production of debatebly funny sketche and song-and-dance numbers done by the scouting association). Having been in two myself, I thought I'd try my hand at writing sketches which is surprisingly tough, especially the first premise bit. My plan (although plans never work. Ever.) is to give these sketches to the GS, thus making me "semi-published"(a performed playwright, though, technically, as people will be paying to see it) and thus have a sort of "background" in writing, which will look good when I start doing that stuff I'm not going to do for years. I think a night-walk is required here. It shall clear my head. I shall clean my room first a bit, so that it's all nice when I come back. If this doesn't work, I'll head to bed with my copy of The Jungle Book, which is a really damn good book I have to admit. I reccomend people go read it now if they're only familiar with the Disney version (although prepare to read something completely different).