Burning Fire

Rocketown is ruining my life!!!! I have never been so stressed out than I have this semester and it is all their (and Belmont's) fault.
So, Saturday was our benefit show and it went fantastically. All our bands showed up, 200+ people ... yada yada. It was great. But wait, it's not over! I still have to have my own show next Monday. We're talking 6 days. I am not ready. I can't get ahold of one of my artists, the other one will only agree to perform 3 songs, I have no posters/promo material. I don't even know what time this god-forsaken thing is going to be at.
Ooooh ... do you know what this is about to turn into??

Rant #6: Why I Hate My Life

So basically, this has been the crappiest semester of my life. Which continued over from a kinda crappy summer. I HATE school. I HATE my major but it's too late to change it w/o practically starting over. I don't want to work in PR. I dont want to hate my life/job for the next 40 years.

I hate my internship. We're basically just volunteers, and I haven't learned ANYTHING even remotely closely connected to public relations. I've learned how to take out the trash and run coat check though. Wahoo. I'm glad I'm getting a $100,000 degree to be someone's janitor.

I hate Nashville. I hate the south. This town is so effin' boring, so country, so horrible. I miss home. I miss going to good shows. I miss High Street and The Newport. I miss Buehler's and going to church and knowing everyone there. I miss Grandma living in her old house. I miss Angela. And I miss seeing my baby sister grow up.
I hate my friends (Angela and I's ultimate oxymoron). Well, it's not that I hate them. They're nice, fun people. They are not, however, the people I want to surround myself with in my idealistic world. I could never have a conversation about "overpopulation in India" with any of them.

I also hate the my car is about to break down any minute and the best possibility of me getting a new on is winning one on The Price is Right. I hate that the heat has not worked in 3 years and I'm effing tired of freezing every time I get in the car (let alone make the 7 hour drive home).

::deep breath::

Ok, I'm ok. I desperately want to see the Chinese Herbalist Man. I don't wanna be a Pill Popper or go to the shrink. But somethings gotta give.

Hey, getting my narciscistic mind off myself for one second (which is, I know, 1/2 the key to my problems), you should check out this site - www.twloha.com Better yet, if you're in Nashville, come to the show tomorrow night at Rocketown. To Write Love On Her Arms is this fab organization and I'm doing merch for them tomorrow night so you should come out, support them, say hi to me and rock out to some great jams.