aranyria
08-29-2004, 03:16 AM
My dad keeps yelling at me about how i should be a lawyer. i want to be an artist, or do something w/ languages, but he keeps pointing out, how do i make enough money to live on that? and he has a point. i am not materialistic, but he makes it seem like ill b living on the streets if i become a commercial artist. but ive looked on these boards and so many of u manage to b other things without being lawyers, or doctors, or accountants. my main complaint about being a lawyer is... well, has anyone heard the song little boxes? here:
Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky tacky.
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow
one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just
the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business
executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just
the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow
one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just
the same.
do u see what i mean? i dont want to be made out of ticky tacky. i dont want to b another life just... i dont want to say wasted, but thats the only word i can think of. i would love to live on a commune, meditate, do work that i like doing, etc. but i dont know if there are any communes, or if people make money doing work they like to do anymore. and dad, says i have to make enough cash, and he may be right.
please help me out.
Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky tacky.
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow
one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just
the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business
executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just
the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow
one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just
the same.
do u see what i mean? i dont want to be made out of ticky tacky. i dont want to b another life just... i dont want to say wasted, but thats the only word i can think of. i would love to live on a commune, meditate, do work that i like doing, etc. but i dont know if there are any communes, or if people make money doing work they like to do anymore. and dad, says i have to make enough cash, and he may be right.
please help me out.