Thursday, July 24, 2014


I had a final performing test. Found out I wasn't a favorite of the music department, which really ticked me off. I wasn't going to be considered anything more than an amateur for some reason unbeknownst to me. It was a frustrating dream and I wanted to yell, but I didn't. I did leave a pissed off impression, which I felt kind of bad about. All-in-all, I just wanted out of there. Besides, I'm done there anyway?

I believe this dream comes from the fact that I don't feel satisfied with all of my BYU-I education. It's a great school, don't get me wrong. I loved a lot of my classes. It's a really great place to be.
But when it came to my progress as a musician, I ultimately was not satisfied. And I don't know what could have made the difference.

Okay, I do know, but I don't really want to make it public, as this is the internet.

I feel kind of ripped off.

I try to ignore it and move on. I wish my dreams wouldn't search through every dusty corner of my memories and bring crap to the front.