3:27 am
As soon as I plugged in my speakers, it started blasting My Dude by Litary. I grabbed my hair brush and I sang along, bouncing around my room, feeling the bass of the song radiate through my body. Hopping on my bed, I continue jumping around not caring how ridiculous I sound or the fact that it was three in the morning.
Being the obnoxious person I’ve always been, drowning out all other sounds with music become something I loved with a passion. Saying that, there were times I felt bad for my roommates but I’m pretty sure they didn’t care at this point.Â
Being a junior film student, I was always looking for things that inspire me. Considering I’m super lucky, I was being cockblocked by my brain when it came to anything creative.Â
Singing away my problems was the best opinion.Â
Just as the jazz interlude began, I started to dramatically play the air saxophone but that didn’t work too well… tripping over the shoe I kicked onto my bed earlier, I banged my head on my headboard and preceded to pass out and fall off my bed.
