My (Fucking) Deer Hunter...

So today has been one of those days of crisis...not a proper crisis like a famine or earthquake, but one of those pathetic little personal crises i have once in a while where i question my adequacy as a human. Completely petty, im sure other people would surmise, but to me its a catalyst for some kind of change...i suppose...

I just feel like, whilst this year has been the ride of my life, I haven't really done anything productive. I have no credible hobbies, other than dancing around my room with a hairbrush singing along to YYY's (yes i still do that, and i'm not ashamed, karen O has replaced britney :/) although this perhaps is not that credible.

I used to DO things, like write, and take photographs and play the guitar all of the time, but now I just get drunk, go to work, slob around my room watching documentaries on BBC iPlayer which, whilst meaning I could tell you anything about the French Terror or quote Mock the Week totally verbatum, has left me with no discernible achievements this year. I suppose I can't be to hard on myself, I mean I am doing a degree, but in terms of 'extra-curricular' endeavours, I am in dire straights.

So today, after my mini post-driving lesson crisis, I decided to try and occupy myself with some cool hobbies. I have come to the conclusion that it definitely is a good idea to set up my own music/literature/art/film ZINE, seeing as I have dormant skills in webdesign and coding that I never use anymore. Also, when I get back to uni in September, I am going to start collecting vinyls again, an old passion that stopped when I discovered Jack Daniels and Plug :/

Also, I am going to actually grow some balls and get in contact with some magazines in & around Sheffield and actually get some Journalistic work experience. That way, I can find out once and for all whether I completely fail or not. I almost got the balls to email someone today, but bottled it and went and bought 8 cans of soup instead (weirdest procrastination ever or what eh? :/). So instead of approaching that today, I am going to start writing some more reviews for WE WERE YOUNGER & BETTER and then get drunk enough to email some people. I guess i'm just nervous because I am anticipating them turning round and saying their sperm can write a better article than I can...

p.s. I do realise that this blog is horrifically self indulgent and egotistical, but could not give a fuck
p.p.s. I am looking for potential contributors for the ZINE I am going to be starting over the summer, so If you want to write anything on any kind of music, art, literature, photography or film, or want to make any films, books, or photography to be featured then get in contact. Just to get some ideas of whether it is do-able :)