escape
So I'm attempting to get my shit straight @ MCC so I can fucking get out of there after spring or whatever... meaning, not gradewise, but creditwise and required class wise. It's such a fucking chore. I am going to have to test out of a theory course, a jazz improv course, and some piano class stuff. On top of that, I'm supposed to give 1 extra recital per sem for the ones I didn't give in the past. Meh. I don't know if that will happen, if I'm going to have to prepare to challenge 3 courses by the end of this school year. At least I got everything lined up, to some degree. I just hate, for some reason, thinking about the future. Not to mention I suck at planning things. Third year in college and I still don't know what the fuck I'm going to do with my life. Jazz studies? Recording? Both? None? Fuck college and make a band? All are possibilities.
That's all I got. Possibilities and maybes. I think that's an album. Yep, the Casket Lottery. Oops.
I guess I can't wish for much else, life just isn't that predictable. Still, some people decide their career at 10 years old and that's all they need, graduate from college and bam, they're exactly where they wanted to be. That's a load of bullshit. I can only hope that somewhere in the future, I'll be enjoying whatever the fuck I'm doing, whenever I'm doing it, with whomever I choose.
I envy the "undeclared major". I used to think it was stupid to go to college and do that but now it makes a lot of sense... in a way. ramble ramble...
whatever man. have i even written this many words in an entry before? i don't know. it seldom happens.
I need a break, like now. not in 2 weeks. now. if nothing else, i got plans to go to hartford over xmas break. something to look forward to.
whew, i'm winded.