My dorm room is generally pretty quiet on Friday nights, since everyone in the surrounding rooms are out getting drunk. Tonight, however, some guys in the room adjacent to mine appear to have decided to bring the party back to the dorms (”WOO! LET’S GET SMASHED IN A 9 by 12 ROOM CLUTTERED WITH DIRTY LAUNDRY AND PAPER STREWN OVER THE FLOOR!”, I imagine is how their conversation went). And just now, one of them just made it very clear over the sound of hip hop blaring, bass thumping, other guys yelling, girls giggling and drinks being spilled, that “MAN! WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN INTERIOR DESIGNERS!”

My heart goes out to you, my inebriated friend. We’ve all been there at one point, ignoring the TV, ignoring our friends pleas that they are totally going to throw up this time, ignoring the drunken girls making out on our bed, and suddenly realizing- “I don’t want to be a philosophy major. I don’t want to practice philosophy for the rest of my life! I want to design interiors!” Or more probably “I…. this room looks…. you know what, I coulda’ designed… this room better, I coulda’, you know what, man… man… MAN! WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN INTERIOR DESIGNERS!”.

I hope your quest for fulfillment goes well, loud person. Though really I’d pay attention to the girls on your bed first. Bow-chicka-bow-bow.