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Summer is almost here once again, hormones go crazy and everyone starts thinking and remembering things. Last year I was done with school and planning my country-moving-thing, high school was just over and while many partied others just dreaded what was to come. I  just went ahead and lived things as they came, and dispatched them as they appeared before me. The first time my current problem rose was not long before the winter break. I wanted to switch degrees.

My two-year dream was to become a great programmer and then move to the videogame industry. Videogames, something I always have and always will love, that was my ultimate goal: Become an eminence in that world and do what apparently came very natural to me. The first time I ever doubted I wanted to study that was in winter, I was bored and started to see things from a different perspective. I then decided that I would go on to the end and then apply for medicine, go ahead and get a PhD.

And everything was just fine, perfect… until my past semester came to an end and I started thinking a little bit more than I should have once again. I realized even more truths than I did before. I do not want to spend my days programming like a rat, I like programming – I LOVE programming but it just is not something I find amusing anymore, not unless I really want (and not need) to do something. This lead me to think why the hell do I want to study medicine? And the answer was simple. I don’t!

There is a certain amount of knowledge one can get from studying something, and this applied knowledge should be used not for personal gain, but for everyone. This could be translated as: The more you know, the more useful you can prove to be! And that is an idea that has been wandering around my head for over a decade now. The comes in the process between X and Y, all that has to be done to make it to the end.

Then the FK came… watching all these awesome “famous” people behave like what they are, humans, was an incredible experience. Never before had I felt so happy about other people, never before had I wanted to do something completely similar to what they were.I love music more than anything in this world, if you check my last.fm account you can even see that I listen an unhealthy amount of music (+200 songs ~ 22-23 hours per day), and so I decided that I wanted to do something about it. A problem? I do not play any instrument at all! I own/ed several but never came to the point I excelled at any of them, never have.

I believe it is never too late to learn something new, or do something you want to do. So here I go.

A degree change I want, and music will have a part.

The perfect day. The perfect week.

No, seriously? How hard is it to have or accomplish a perfect day? I had three of them last week, and had I been in better shape and avoided a couple of undesired foods I would’ve had four of them. I, for the first time, went to a festival that lasted more than a single day and had an awesome time, the place was the Usine C and the event was Festival Kinetik 2.0. If you are a fan of Industrial music (not that nu-metal poserish trash) you must get to Montreal, Canada next May (sorry folks).

They call themselves “the largest Industrial festival in North America”, and while I have no idea if this is true, it was a loooooong weekend. Just think about it: Get up early, live your daily life. Then head to the venue, get there, buy some merch before it runs out (fight for it if needed). Now comes the nice part, load some Ethanol into your system and remain still (or dance if you have the thighs) for 10 hours. The music is wild and the bands are savages, but at the end of the night you feel so good the walk home (or to your hotel) seems like a glimpse even though it tok you an hour or so to get there (remember you spent the cab money on merch). Repeat the operation until over.

Now, four days later I am at my happiest. My feet hurt, my back hurts, my liver is angry with me and the timing for insomnical nights could not be better. I cannot say I am angry or mad at it, I am having so much fun not understanding what people say to me… even calling me drunk when I am not (maybe I should be). I even dared revamp my blog and delete its posts. A fresh new start (should rewrite my About page too).

I have got school tomorrow and should probably hit the sack as soon as possible, but then: I am so happy I just want to listen more and more music and watch more and more videos and stay up all night long.

Have you ever done something that made you so happy… you didn’t want to forget what it felt like?

It rocks, sweet dreams.

P.S. Here are some videos I took @ Kinetik: Link