I've had the consumption for about two weeks now and can't seem to get rid of it, but apparently today I appeared to be well enough to sing in ear training. That was false. I sound like a man who can't keep his voice from cracking, and I'm sure my grade will prove it.
I think I'm having a quarter-life crisis. I thought I knew what I wanted to do with my life, but I'm beginning to think that maybe music is better left as a hobby for me instead of what puts the bread on the table. I'm also starting to put less importance on "careers." After all, a job is a job, not a lifestyle or the thing that defines a person. I would hope that when people think of me, my career is not the first thing to come to mind. Maybe deciding what I want to do for a living is not the big important decision I once thought it was. Maybe it's simply picking one field over all the others.
I just found out today that the girls and I could've gone to the Clinton Library opening. On the radio earlier they were reporting Brad Pitt spottings, and it just seems weird to know that so many people we all see on T.V. were right here in Arkansas in the same city. Chelsea Clinton spoke, and now I know why they never let the her speak in public. If I didn't know any better I'd say she's a little slow. Who knows, maybe she is, but the girl's got one massive speech impediment.
Last night was the UCA Jazz Ensembles Concert. I'd say it went quite well, and now I have this strong desire to be in the Dixieland Band, even though I know it won't happen. I must say we crazy kids in jazz II did a fine job, especially the second alto...Anyway, hopefully tomorrow's class will simply consist of passing in music and filling out evaluations. I am now done with sax quartet after our recital today, and I can really feel the semester coming to a close, it's just not happening fast enough.
I should be back in hope by 8 pm Tuesday, and I couldn't be more ready. If anyone needs me, I'll probably be asleep...
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