It's almost vacations!... isn't it?

Every time that I think in all the things that I've done this year I wonder myself: am I tired? and of course the answer is yes! I've never been so tired doing works and tests,and also trying to fit them in my schedule, so I can have a moment to stay with my boyfriend, to go out, to play some music or maybe read a good book. The university makes me spend to much time on it, but, even though... I'm really happy with all this mess, I mean, with all the things to do, with the no sleeping time, it's funny I think. I remember that at the beginning of this year I used to count the hours in the university to go quickly to my home, but now, I discover that there're lots of things to do here, instead of studying.
This year I get an awesome job here in the university, it was about making a survey to the people of the circus, I went into the houses of the artists, I talk with them and also went up to a scenery.
Another thing that happened to me because of staying a little more time in the university, was my new cat. I met her in the outside of the university in the morning, now I can't live without her.
But, I have to say that there are plenty things that I didn't do. I need to learn how to play the guitar, I need to write a book, to go to a course of piano, and also, do some exercise. If I can achieve at least one of this goals at the end of the year, I would say that this year was in all his aspects awesome.

Money

Arggg I hate this money stuff... we're so dependent of it, I know I always complain about abstract problems but this time I have an specific one related to money.

I'll need to explain something first.

Since I know my boyfriend he has been telling me how much he loves music, and I always have admire him because of that. Even, he don't love just a specific kind of music, he loves the music on essence, he loves the sound and production of music. 

Also, he play a lot of instruments, such as the guitar, the bass, the drums, a little bit of keyboard, besides composing and writing songs.

But, since we had to choose a career (on fourth grade) he change his mind, and began to talk me about engineering. 

I never understand why he became to love that career to one moment to another, so I never believe the fact that he actually loves that career.

The time passed, now I'm studying anthropology and he reached "his dream" of studying engineering.

But in the middle of this year he began to tell me how boring his career was. And of course I told him that I knew it from the first time that that career was not for him. He was really sad because he told me that he chose engineering  just because of the money, and if he had decided to study something related to music he would  have probably got a good job.

Sometimes I think that if the money doesn't exist I will probably be studying a lot of funny stuff in my house, or outside, and I will probably be travelling around the world writing a lot of stuff in a book.

I hate money, because he make me so dependent of materialist stuff (like clothes, make up, and so on), I wish I could live with the same clothes, with the same decoration in my bedroom, and just earn money from necessary stuff (like eating).

I wish I could separate from the pretty objects that I have (earrings, creams), I wish all the people could stop idolizing money, and I wish my boyfriend could be happy just playing his music.