I’m majoring in business and music. Frankly, I’m tired of listening to what others think I should or shouldn’t do. Well, really I never really listened. But I listened to that little normal voice in my head. It said, and I quote:
“Noooooo, you must get a degree in superneurobiooptical engineering instead of playing music and doodling business plans. How are you going to make money with those doodles?”
Know what, Mr. Normal Part of Brain? Math doesn’t make me fan girl scream like Steam Powered Giraffe does. Doing intellectual grunt work doesn’t move me the way music does. I’m not going to make much of a change in a job where I feel I have no creativity. Since I’ve carpe diem’d out (not a verb; go away) I’ve been much happier emotionally. Isn’t that the point of life? Being happy? Doing what you enjoy? Feeling passion?
If I derive enjoyment from travelling to Michigan in the freezing cold to see a band perform, then by all that makes up the universe I will bloody do it. It’s a stress reliever. When I’m less stressed, I’m more productive. So there. This is my life. Hell, I might even get a Tumblr. It’s like Reddit meets Imgur with less assholes and more fandom. Right? Don’t get me wrong; I’m an Imgurian all the way. But I might just branch out. I’m going to go nuts and make a Tumblr account. So there.
And I’m going to watch The Notebook and Donnie Darko.
Because I can.
Because allegedly The Notebook is going to make me cry and I don’t believe it.