To keep myself upbeat about the current financial crisis that is spreading Britain currently i decided to make myself feel ever so much better by buying a Reading Festival day ticket. http://www.readingfestival.com/home/ 

That’s correct.

I keep telling the folks it’s only a day ticket then heavily sighing. There she goes, turning her head, moping subtly under her hand and making small body movements to suggest total disappointment- and hopefully gaining some sympathy.

Strange though how the festivals are selling out like wild fire. I can’t blame it solely on students either as Glastonbury is usually an older event. Still not complaining. Music is love. Every year i try to go to a major event, this being Reading for the past two years and a few other events prior. Them performer people change peoples lives and create memories and even though i feel ever so ecstatic after the music i feel saddened that i have never moved anyone, never shaken thousands of people because of creativity. 

At this stage in time being at university, sometimes the thought of studying Media Practice depresses me somewhat. And after watching a Charlie Brooker clip (although he is particularly moaning) about careers in the Media. I always feel i should be doing my own thing, teaching myself and to be honest at times i’m thinking these thousands of pounds i’m giving to learn result to nothing. This is only a little though. 

‘Sarah, you can do this.’

It was yesterday in a Scriptwriting seminar that our scripts were whittled down to 6 from 11 or so. I spent so long studying and developing a script along with others. And poof, gone. To be fair, the circumstances were fine and solely for the sake of this blog entry, your body can suddenly drop from being so creative to so uninspired. 

So i’ve stopped reading financial columns. Stopped drinking Red Bull. I’ve decided to act like a normal human being. Less panic and more love. 

I’ll continue to listen to Fever Ray, of which i highly recommend. (The Knife’s singers solo project.) Ah and how can i forget Kate Bush. If only i could write music in secluded countryside and be so inspiring and out of the spying media eye, i would be content.

‘Stop putting yourself down. Remember the love?’

Oh shit yeah. 

Some green tea and Oscar Wilde please.