It's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball

I have become what you could call (but wouldn't if I wanted to be correct) a tea connoisseur. The southerners must be influencing me because almost literally, all I drink is tea. I even wrote the word "y'all" today. I don't really want to talk about it.

But since EMI has about 12 kitchens (this could be an exaggeration), I usually hop over to the one in A&R, right next to the new ping-pong table. Now I almost always get the same thing - one tea bag of black tea, a generous helping of French Vanilla creamer (I tried the normal kind once - it was a mistake), and half a packet of Splenda. It's glorious. I generally go through three of these a day. Today I hesitatingly tried Earl Grey instead of the plain black, but it turned out really well. Oh tea. I love it.

And when I eat dinner here (Jan and Richard's), they only have iced tea to drink. They mix orange juice and a fruit tea together with about half of the glass filled with ice, and it's amazing. I always drink mine too fast. They laugh and have started brewing more.

Guys, I have the funniest manager at the Ice Cream place. Let me tell you a bit about him.

He's a forty-something year old gay man who calls Celine Dion his girl and used to be a Certified Public Accountant somewhere in Michigan and now owns and operates a small ice cream parlor. During FanFair, this horribly huge 4 day country music festival, they shut down downtown and the streets were filled with huge display trucks. The one that happened to park itself in front of the ice cream place was the Venus Razor truck. Oh mylanta. It seemed that the only qualification for working at a Venus Razor truck was to be the most beautiful person in the world. I think EMI has a similar qualification that I somehow got out of by the use of my wit, charm, love of Degrassi, and obsession with Diet Coke. But those boys... three of them came into the parlor and he (Mike) was just drooling. I may have been too, but it was hilarious for Mike to force me, in the middle of the busiest days of the entire year, to go outside and participate in their hula hoop contest so I could fully appreciate the Venus Boy attractiveness. Oh Mike.

Why am I always friends with the gays?? I'm like Kathy Griffen. Except less funny.

Where were you while we were getting high?

It all seems so... planned. All the years of being addicted to the internet, loving new artists, wanting to go into this business... it seems like everything in my life has been preparing me for it. My internship is exactly, and I really mean exactly, what I want to do for the rest of my life. I could do it forever. And love it!

Seriously, what I do all day long is log onto bands' myspaces and update stuff, upload videos onto YouTube, and think up projects for kids on a street team to do! Guys. For real. I could do this.

And besides how great the working stuff is, everyone is so nice. And beautiful - seriously, I'm pretty sure everyone is the most beautiful person in the world there. Maybe's it a prerequiste? And the building is super, super nice. Spacious, creative, fun... why didn't anyone tell me how cool this would be?! Come on. Man.

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed and sleep in for the first time since I've been to Nashville. Wish me luck. Goodbye.

One for sorrow, two for joy

I've been slowly trying to ween myself off of Diet Coke because apparently even though it doesn't have calories or carbohydrates, it's still BAD for you. Who knew. Right. Anyway, I O.D.'d on tea last night at Panera (not sweet tea, thank goodness - southerners are weird) and I couldn't fall asleep for hours because my body wasn't used to all the caffeine again. I can never win.

But if you didn't know, I'm in Nashville right now. I work at a crazy ice cream parlor downtown and live with a couple of older people in ritzy Forest Hills (which, I just googled and found out that it's the second richest city in all of TN - first is the town 2 streets away, Belle Meade). It's a good thing that I eventually got ahold of the Richard and Jan - if I couldn't live with them, I would have had to live with my 40-something, homosexual manager, and 20-something death-metal-lover-man who makes it a point to have as many tattoos as piercings and is also a lover of exotic pets, such as large boas and poisonous reptiles. Can you imagine my summer with those two?!! Seriously, disaster avoided. Or at least a really good plot for a movie avoided.

My internship at EMI starts tomorrow and I'm pretty excited.

Also, I've been looking up libraries online to try and find one near me.

I'm kind of lonely.

It's Elizabeth's birthday today. She's 15. That seems impossibly grown up.

I think I'm done here.