Good Afternoon
or
Good Morning
...or a good whatever time of day it is for you, wherever you are...wherever that is.
The thing about intense bursts of enthusiasm and lust for life is that more often than not you need a lie-in the day afterwards.
It's a bit of a blow to your idealism/enthusiasm combination when you awake in bed, bleary-eyed at 11am, when you had hoped to leap out of bed athletically at 7am, ready to take on the world in a hundred new and exciting ways and win at all of them.
So, my new campaign is to be realistically enthusiastic and lusty-for-life, despite reality.
- i.e. I will accept that I am :
a) periodically lazy, and I should not deny this fact to myself by attempting to set my alarm for 7am every day
b) hopelessly enthused by imaginary ideals, and I should take advantage of this to put in a day's hard work whenever I can.
Now I can say both: "YES I am enthusiastic, and I AM doing something about my life, but like, not today, man,", and "YES I am enthusiastic, let's really get to grips with this problem, and not sleep for three days! Yeah!".
...The Weather Is Fecking Freezin' (Yeah)
It's bloody icy. I have now accepted that it is Winter, or a talented enough Autumn to be doing such a good impression that you can't tell the difference.
This brings home the fact I've been out of university since early Summer, which is another mental firecracker-up-the-arse in the 'Get A Life' stakes.
...Makes Me Wanna Move...
So yes, I have set the aim, and I feel I will be slightly more motivated if I make the aim public, of having sorted myself out by January 31st.
This means: To be doing something/have a direction/have set plans by January 31st at the latest.
Yesterday I spent about three hours in the Careers Library, and as well as checking out working abroad, avenues of engineering and media I hadn't considered, I looked at a Postgraduate Prospectus for the first time.
Even taking into account the hopeless-enthusiasm-for-imaginary-ideals factor, I was interested by some of the courses available.
Who knows?
...My Dancing Feet...
The RAG Traffic Light Disco was great fun. Good for the soul, and, if I'm honest, good for the ego, too.
Ben and I mucked about with inflatable electric guitars on stage a lot last year, and, as you'd expect, there were more than a few negative reactions from the crowd, mostly in the form of shaking slightly opened fists in a vertical oscillatory manner. Hey, there's always a few.
On Saturday, it was bizarre. It was if...and I type hesitantly, cos it feels wrong...they'd missed us.
During our inflatable-guitar classic, Wheatus' 'Little Respect', most of the front row had their hands aloft waving imaginary lighters, and one guy held is hand out to me in a 'jingly guitar fingers' gesture that I believe is more commonly found at the better class of Eric Clapton gig, and danced off screaming (in a good way) when I jingled his fingers in return.
It was such a good reaction that it felt totally and utterly bizarre, but only afterwards, when we'd calmed down enough to notice.
Dave was amazing. The live 'Faking It' that we had created (Dave had never DJ'd anything before in his life) went without hitch, with many a quality tune rolling out from the Funkmeister to rapturous cheers.
I think he enjoyed himself.
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