moozik

Okay, so ya'll know I wanna be a musician. We've gone over this many, many times.
Or have we?

Berklee sent me this thing for their college in the mail. I'm just trying to figure out if they sent it to every teenager in W.C. or if they just sent it to me. And if they just sent it to me, did they know I want to become a musician, or did they just send it for the hell of it? And if they did know, how? (add-on sentences.)

So, I came on here looking at my old posts to see if I ever mentioned anything about my determination to perform. I couldn't really find anything. It's all just writing. Well ya'll should know music is my main priority, not writing. I guess I just made this blog to share some writing with you, and maybe a little bit of life experiences. I guess this is just a blog. Maybe it doesn't serve the purpose of a place I can put down thoughts and poems. Maybe it doesn't serve any purpose at all.

I don't know, it's not like writing is out of the question. It never will be. I love to write, and I will never stop. Never. It's in my blood, it's in my mind. Hell, it's in my grandmother's and father's minds too! But music, I don't know...something about the way it can bring back memories, the way it can open up anybody's minds, the way it can change people....I want to do that! I want to bring back memories! I want to open people's minds! I want to change people!

Ahh, I'm thinking too much! I wish this Berklee packet came with a little note attached telling me everything I'm questioning. Nothing gives me more doubt than the unknown. Ahh, I don't know! It's not like any of this is happening now...I just want a head start on this.

I'ma go research Berklee and get my Panic! on.
See you mofos later.