Sunday, 13 September 2009

Addictions

These last couple of weeks I've gotten a little carried away with my eBay purchases, let me tell you. It started out harmlessly with me picking up several Doctor Who books for 99p a pop, but now I'm spending £6 or £7 on a book, in an attempt to complete my collection. Some would say that's a ridiculous amount for any book (plus £2 postage added on to each one) and if I'm completely honest, I'd agree. But hey, it's one of those things - and I suppose I'll calm down once I've picked up the last five books I need.

Won't I?

(He waits nervously for 8pm to hit, when the next auction ends and he discovers if he's won The Deadstone Memorial and The Sleep of Reason...)

Wish I could say it's the only thing I've been blowing my money on of late, but alas it's not. You see, somewhere along the road I started drinking - drinking, drinking. The kind that elvates you on a night out, but leaves you on an all-time low the very next morning. Dunno when it started, but it did. Once upon a time I wouldn't even touch any form of alcohol. Then I started work, and around that time started socialising with the folk working alongside me, going out to pubs and clubs - and the rest, as they say is history.

Don't get me wrong, I don't over drink or over indulge. It's just that I'm drinking every other day now, and through my Dad I've seen what the consequences of daily drinking/routine can be.

Hopefully when I'm settled back at uni - ergo, have no free time - I'll calm down, and won;t feel the need to get as absolutely wasted as I've been getting this past summer.

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Have decided to start a journal. The last time I kept a day to day diary of my life (excluding what I write here online) was around 2004. Figure I've lost enough memories from the last 5 years... don't wanna lost anymore, so it's time I get them down on paper.

One of my very worst sins happened in my original diary, actually, and it's kinda apt I'm telling you this right about now, considering its anniversary. You see, back on September 11th 2001 I was keeping a diary, like I had been doing for the past 6 months - but the entry that day barely even makes reference to the terrorist attacks that had just taken place. Oh no, instead it just reads like an average day. I was 12 at the time, so can't even use the excuse that I had no idea what was going on. I knew it was significant, that planes had just flew into the World Trade Centre; I was just too self-absorbed to deal with it, and comment upon it in my diary.

Shame, because it was a terrible day - and anything but average as I made out.

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Just found out that Joss Whedon's Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog has won a Creative Emmy. Woo! It deserves it more than any other show nominated, frankly. Haven't seen it yet? Go watch it, vis iTunes or Youtube, or whatever. Now!
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