When I grow older I will be there at your side to remind you, how I still love you

I've started so many entries, but never got around to finishing them. Just last week, I started on an entry... but as it turns out, the path of my life has altered and the entry is no longer valid. As it turns out, my initial plan to take time and settle back into living at home again is no longer an option as I am officially starting work with a local PR agency this coming Monday. As much as it aches me to give up my sloth-like days of sleeping in and watching episode after episode of Entourage till the wee hours of the morning, I am without a doubt excited to begin this new chapter of my life.

But, as every big step in my life has proven, with this excitement comes a severe case of the jitters. As well as a tinge of self-doubt. If you have never questioned your ability to handle something you are about to dive into... well, you're either human or full of bullshit. Everyone questions themselves in the face of a new chapter no matter how intelligent, capable and/or gifted he or she is. It's a normal feeling, but an unpleasant one all the same -- and that's what I've been dealing with since I accepted the job offer. Despite this case of nerves, however, I do feel at ease with the decision I've made to start working earlier than expected. Now let's hope my first week allows me to remain happy with this decision, haha.

Today is Freddie Mercury's birthday. Recently, I found out that my friend's dad had watched Freddie Mercury at the Wembley Stadium. You can imagine the amount of envy I had for him. I mean, being able to be a part of that audience, to watch Freddie strut the stage and to see Brian May and Roger Taylor in their prime... it must have been amazing. It was this same day that made me realize that my soul truly believes that I am older than I actually am a lot of the time. Why? Well, I ended up spending most of the night conversing with my friend's dad and his friends for most of the night instead of catching up with my friends. We spoke of culture, what ifs, music, relationships, whiskey and (surprisingly for me) politics. 'Twas an interesting night that ended with me slightly baffled simply because in the haze that reeked of cigar and whiskey, I forgot how old I was. Or rather, how young I actually am.

With that being said, music has defied the supposed generation gap, and it always will. In the case of Queen, We Are The Champions will continue to be sang in high spirits after any sports team has won a trophy in their league by their fans and the possibly the players themselves; Bohemian Rhapsody will continue to be the definition of rock opera and maintain its position as the best rock song of all time; and We Will Rock You will always be the best song to pump up a crowd with its simple yet incredibly strong drum beat. To cap this little entry off, the song that I've been humming ever since my sister and I watched the DVD of Queen Live at Wembley.

Love Of My Life - Queen

Enjoy.
Oh, and...

Happy Birthday, Freddie.