it's called music, and it's not yours.

Attending a school in which everyone you know is going into the music industry, there can be some heated discussions in regards to what music is the best, or more specifically, what music sucks.  But I'd like everyone to learn something:

MUSIC IS NOT YOURS.

So stop acting like you have the corner market of being omniscient about it.  You have no right to tell me that what I listen to is bad music.  Sure, tell me that you don't like it. Tell me that night and day if you really feel passionate about it.  But I'm so tired of being scared of bringing up all the music I like in a public setting, because I fear getting ripped apart.  I know that Dashboard Confessional is not the most amazing band to ever walk the planet, I know that he has a very small market of people who will truly enjoy his music.  But who the hell are you to say that I shouldn't enjoy that music?  If it's something that brings me genuine joy, let me live and love life because of it.  Go off and listen to whatever you want to listen to, and have the time of your life doing it.  Because trust me, you and I both will be happier if you remove yourself from any area surrounding me.

Thank you, and have a nice evening.

My Future Job

So I found the job that I would give anything to have.

Located in the one and only, Manchester.

I'm sorry, Mom, but I think this is somethin' I gotta do.

http://www.blueprint-studios.com/

dreams of my past, realities of my future

UGH. Why does it seem like everyone is going overseas? Left and right, people I know are just living the dream that I once had: to travel in Europe. I fantasized about the year that I would spend in London, making a living in the area, learning the accent, and immersing myself in the culture.  I would attend the theatre, dress like only the young English do, keep my hair very short, and relish in the crisp and chilly winter air.  I'd stand in the Ritblat Gallery again, admiring the ancient texts of our Lord, studying the handwriting of Lennon and McCartney, and hearing the sound of Florence Nightingale's voice.

I can still see myself going there one day.  Spending more than a week, more than a month even, in the city.

I shan't go alone though.

No, no.

I wouldn't dream of it.

You down?

The New Facebook

I can tell you right now, that there are about 1,000,000 strong who truly hate the "New Facebook" that began to show up around late July.  Word on the street says, the new version will be the ONLY version within a month.  How do people feel about that?

They're pretty pissed off.

But it's so insane to me how people spend so much time complaining about the new version of Facebook.  I mean, there is nothing that you can't do from before, it's literally just in a different format.  It is less cluttered, and revolves around the Wall, which is the most up to date aspect of your profile.  The fact is, you are getting information about your Facebook friends quicker and easier than before.  If I'm not mistaken, Facebook is ultimately a networking tool, right? It's not a game site, it's not a dating service, and it's not a place for you to have your own space in which you html the hell out of it.  It is a networking tool.  You communicate.  And if anyone has noticed, you can do that just fine with the new Facebook.  Even more, you can do it easier now.

So why are you people complaining?

Can we get just a little perspective in here?

It's Facebook.

Feel the love.

Let me be the first to say...

FULL SAIL PARKING SUCKS.

It was so depressing to realize what kind of dream world I was living in during the spring.  Back then, there were parking spots galore; I could nab a spot at anytime.  Now, with all these new students, there is no parking! What's up with that?  I guess I wouldn't be so angry if I didn't taste the fruits of less students during the spring.  I have no clue how long this frustrating scenario will continue, but I have a bad feeling it's going to continue for a long time.  It seems to me Full Sail is accepting more and more students, and thus there is no signs of stopping.

Time to leave for class earlier than normal...