why don't we go somewhere only we know

i'm much better at the piano than i was a year ago. it's quite reassuring, i suppose. i'm deciding between many pieces to do at the pop concert... it's between:

disenchanted - needs lotssss of chord work
cancer - needs fluidity
somewhere only we know - needs fluidity
samson - needs singing/playing correlation
existentialism on prom night - needs singing/playing correlation


also, my newest career proposition/idea/thought is illustrating. the thought of it scares me because it would be such a hard industry to get into but... illustrating comic books and getting bank for it? -dies-
also, i've been trying to think, "ok jamie what do you REALLY love? i don't mean the stuff that you love because it makes you seem cool or what makes people like you, but what really makes you happy in and of yourself?"
animals, music, and harry potter.

i'm applying for a job at the wizarding world of harry potter as soon as i fucking can. i also would love an internship at a famous zoo or at AP magazine. and i've always wanted to join invisible children and intern at to write love on her arms... there's so much to do with life... you see, there really IS a whole lot that i know i want to do but none of them are really careers for the long run... why are we only allowed one path to follow? i know that's not entirely true but it really seems like it is. hmmm, this has bred new thoughts...