I'm Bringing my future Back....

So a funny thing happened to me the other day...
My parents said that I could go anywhere I wanted for college...and major in anything I wanted to. After they said this, I started to laugh. They did not. I thought they were kidding. They weren't. Typical, now they let me have my freedom, now that I have no idea what I want to do. Well, it's not so much that I don't know what I want to do, it's actually that I want to do so many things that I don't know what to concentrate on. I want to do fashion, writing, photography, physical anthropology, music, spelunking...the list goes on and on. Ya, there is the part of me that wants the "normal career" with the office hours and the "paperwork" and "catering to people", but another part of me is still connnected to music and acting. And with my new found freedom, I have the freedom to pursue that now. My mother even suggested calling Kevin (my voice coach) again if I wanted to. I'm over here thinking, "Where the freak were you last year when I wanted to go to Syracuse and I needed your support?" Honestly, music is something I would love to do, something I could really give 110% to. And if I had a successful carreer in that, I could pull a Jessica-Beyonce-Jenn'Pez-Simpson and cross over into acting. Or I could attempt to do what I have been trying to do for 3 years and FINALLY write that screenplay that I have been trying to get down on paper, win an academy award, write tons of best-selling books about being bitter , followed by a stand-up tour about being bitter and be alone until the day I die and then be found 2 weeks later with my face eaten by wild dogs. Or I could just go to KU/Tech and get my Bachelor's in anthropology and teach, then eventually go to grad school and get my masters in physical anthropologie and go study bones. Or I could graduate from college, go work for Neiman Marcus for two years, find a man, get my MRS, become a housewife, get divorces and a huge settlement and date inappropriate younger men until I die because of a freak-plastic surgory mishap. Or I could go to law school, become a district attorney or a judge, get married, keep my carreer, have a family, relocate to DC and become a supreme court justice and serve until the day I die.

Back to my main purpose: do I pursue my dream of singing (a dream that I have had longer than I would like to admit), realize I cannot sing or act, quit music forever, get my degree and have a normal job, work, and die, or do I cut my losses and go ahead doing the sensible thing and get my degree, get a job, work, and die?