Scribblets

I had a dream last night that I can't really begin to understand. It had to do with wolves and lions. People were dying. This whole thing was not pleasant to say the least.

I do feel confused about a lot of things.

I'm confused about my job. I'm confused about getting another one. I'm confused about school. I'm confused about what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'm confused about what I want to do in the next few days. I'm just puzzled.

Is puzzled, confused?

No. Puzzled makes me think of putting pieces in place. Confused is like, there isn't even a color...its more like, figuring out the right shade for a painting or something. I miss painting.

And I need to do more of that, SOON.

I have songs I need to get recorded.

I have accompaniment I need to make for a class./

I have 2 projects in one class of the mixing music sort, and another large project (that might end up overlapping belongs to music tech class.) I really want to learn more about music tech.

AND. I want to declare a major but I'm not sure if PROMUSIC is what I want to do. Maybe something like Coloring. Oh, wait. I left that at the last few schools I transferred from. I enjoyed telling people that coloring was my major.

Scribblets.