I'm moving blogs

I figure a fresh start is in order. Plus half of my posts on this blog are political-ish rants and I want to be all creative instead.

New blog: JordanWarrior.blogspot.co.uk

It's also easier to spell. You have no idea how hard it is trying to type "heathenutterances" when you're half asleep. It's terrible. Anyway, I've posted over my latest post, which now that I think about it is called "it's been a while...". You can't start a blog with a title like that- ah fuck it. So, yes! New blog.

I don't know how long it will last, and it's not like I have a following anyway, but I really like the idea of starting again. Maybe in a year I'll look back and smile, because I've come so far. Or maybe I'll shake my head and start another blog because I did three posts and gave up. I'm betting on the latter.

At the moment I'm about to eat Bran Flakes with banana. I am living the dream.

Jordan

Current Song:

So it's been a while...

Things are a bit strange at the moment. I think a year back I was much happier, but there's no point dwelling on the past.

I still have my aspirations, if anything they've grown into an octopus of "I will do [X]" but it's an octopus I plan to get into. Phrasing.

At some point I want to get really proactive, and by using the term "at some point" I think it's quite clear that day isn't today, or even this month. For now I'm just working through some things, trying to get back on my feet. I don't think I'll ever do half as much as I plan to, but when you make so many plans, you still get a lot done.

It's really hard to find the motivation to do anything, but then I look at myself and think you're nearly 24 and you haven't done anything since you hit 23. I think Nathan has a t-shirt that says "Fuck time before time fucks you". Pretty much sums it up.

So... plans. I want to make a gauntlet (don't ask) just to see if I can, and if I've learned anything since I got a job, it's that frivolous spending fits me like a glove... an armoured glove. Next month I'm moving in with a couple of friends. I'd always planned to move around this time, just in a slightly different way, and there's just something completely soul sucking about moving back into the room you grew up in. It's sort of like you never left. Home's great but I need my independence.

At some point - here come the big plans - I want to make a huge push into creative endeavors (try and find a more pompous term... you just can't do it) as at the moment I'm doing a part time job which pays relatively well (though not well enough to live on comfortably) and I get a lot of free time. Free time in which I don't do a whole lot.

Anyway, those "Creative... Endeavors". Might as well pull out the bullet points.

• Webcomic: one per week
• Youtube gaming vid: one per week
• Music cover: one, just fucking one
• WRITE A NOVEL... OR TWO... THIS YEAR.

There it is. In twenty-one words I have just set out a shitload of work. Like a lot. I learned from an old housemate that it's a lot easier to make pretty plans and more plans and have no substance to back them up, and it's not something I want to emulate.  So I'm taking baby steps, preparing myself for a complete lifestyle overhaul.

My plan for this week is to download Sony Vegas and Photoshop and start fiddling with them. Phrasing. That and clear my floordrobe. I'm worried it's becoming sentient.

Jordan

P.S. I love this song, it's beautiful.