Update: I Don’t Know What I’m Doing

Surprise! I’m back from hiatus. I wish I could say I was busy but I’m pretty sure I was just being lazy.

Anyway, we’re about midway through summer, I’m almost done with summer classes, and the fact that my final semester at Belmont is about to start is setting in. And as you can see from the title, I have no idea what I’m doing.

I know I’ll pass all my classes in the fall, so at least I can count on graduating, what comes after that is uncertain. My genius self wanted to move to Nashville, and while I don’t regret it for a second, Nashville is growing like crazyyyyy. And that means astronomical rent prices and intense competition for jobs. So that will be some panic that I’ll live with for the next couple of months. Looking forward to it!

I mean, it’s hard enough to get an internship around here! I have a pretty decent resume, and if the experience isn’t enough, it’s very well designed (shoutout to canva), I write competent cover letters, my interviews go well (I think?). I do that thing where you get super nervous and black out during public speaking scenarios. And yet I still find myself struggling to get an internship, so I can’t imagine how tough the post-grad job market will be.

But after sitting with what feels like failure all summer, I realized it is anything but failure. Simply getting interviews is an accomplishment in itself. These companies obviously see something great in you, and that should never be counted as a failure. I refuse to believe that after 4.5 years of college and tens of thousands of dollars later that the universe won’t work things out. I will end up where I am supposed to be. I just hope that place is a job with good benefits and paid vacation 😉

Will I graduate? Will I be employed? Will I be living in a box on Belmont’s lawn? Stay tuned!

Until next time,

-N

Daytona Sundaze

Well friends, family, and random people on the internet. We definitely used our first day in Daytona as a learning experience. That tan that I thought I had quickly turned into a burn as soon as I got out of the shower.  So the three of us all sat in bed with aloe covering our leathery burnt skin: mistake number one. Mistake number two, we all underestimated how tired we would be, so we fell asleep, essentially for the night at 5:30 pm. And no that is not a typo, though I wish it was. And to add insult to injury, we slept through breakfast.

We redeemed ourselves shortly after though. No breakfast? No problem, ice cream for breakfast. Burnt? Use an entire bottle of sunscreen and sit in the shade all day. Watch 4 people get stuck in riptides? Ride those waves like we’ve been doing it our whole lives.

It’s been an A+ day here in Daytona, and tonight we’re actually going to make it to the boardwalk and go LIVE. And we’ll probably eat 2 dinners, because if your friends don’t  accept the fact that you eat pre-dinner and dinner, than that’s not the kind of people you want in your life.

We’re going to do tonight right. Stay tuned.

Until next time

-N

*this post has been brought to you by aloe*

(Day)tona 1

So as some of you may know, I made the wise (?) decision to embark on an adventure to Daytona Beach for Fourth of July weekend. Well, as of 9:00am, we made it! Was it easy? No. I severely underestimated how long a 10 hour drive was. But after beaching it for 5 hours, it’s already worth it.

We were all antsy yesterday; I was getting repeated texts from Nicci saying that she didn’t know what to do with her life until we left, and neither did I. So, we killed time at Hooters, playing Mario Kart, and after a last ditch effort to get Erin to come, we hit the highway for Daytona.

The first 4 hours of the drive were great, music was blasting, we were having lively conversation, it was great! Then hour 5, 6, 7, 8 draggggged on. It was miserable. I was so tired that my brain was involuntarily putting me to sleep. We almost died 6 times, I take the blame on that one, sorry fam. But then we hit Florida, and it was like a whole new person. I was ready. The miles on the signs for Daytona Beach decreased, 75, 65, 22. We hit the bridge that crossed over the ocean to get to our hotel, and as soon as the light turned green, DJ Nicci herself blasted Somethin Bad, and we were here. Summa Sixteen.

After a day frying on the beach, I am happy to report that I may be the tannest I’ve ever been (thank you Florida sun), and Nicci is perhaps the burnt-est she’s ever been, and Jay somehow missed out on the burn. Day 1 has been, as the kids say, “lit”, be on the lookout for us going LIVE from the boardwalk later 😎.

Until next time

(which will be tomorrow)

((wish us luck))

-N

A Growth Year

Well friends, as we approach July, I have found myself reflecting more and more everyday on the past year I had at Belmont and the events surrounding. Now let me warn you, if you are expecting this happy-go-lucky story filled with rainbows and unicorns, then I suggest you go elsewhere. We are about to get real.

Pre-fall 2015, I was beyond excited for the school year. I had just been initiated into Phi Mu and the people I had called my best friends were all of a sudden my sisters. We went almost right into recruitment, and I was so excited to be in a room full of my sisters. Now let me tell you, staying up til 4am, then going home and sleeping until 7am just to get up and do it again, ain’t all it cracked up to be. It was rough, and my relationships felt it. The weeks to follow were….interesting. I somehow managed to trip on stairs juuuust right and tear my quadricep muscle. My semester of frolicking with new friends quickly changed to me sitting in my room, barely able to make it down the stairs and get food. Needless to say, I was in a funk.

A couple months and long hard talks later, I was back on track, Christmas was around the corner, and spring semester was closely approaching. I did the typical thing that everyone does when the new year comes around: “this is going to be my year, 2016 is my year”. For a while, I thought I was right. I actually knew what I was doing in my classes, I was more involved in Phi Mu than I ever had been, and I had blossoming relationships that I was so excited about. Side note: I usually let myself get caught up in the glitter of good things, and not realize that underneath all the shine and glitter is just a dull sac of rocks. Anyway, back to the story….I was making relationships because they were convenient, not because they were what I wanted. So I found myself, sitting in my bed in my former Wedgewood townhouse, thinking to myself “welp, my best friend is leaving for the summer, this is going to be a fun summer with my mom living at home #party”.

Then, the craziest thing happened, so suddenly that I didn’t even realize it happened until now. I was a part of a group of people, who all genuinely love and care about each other. It’s just easy, and spontaneous, I mean hell, we all went and got tattoos together the other night (sorry mom and grandma, surprise!). This is something I have needed for a long time, and now I have it. I am lucky.

All of this is useless if I don’t tell you what I’ve learned. ONE: friendship ain’t easy, it’s the people who stick around when you look like a drowned rat in a puddle of tears you want in your life. TWO: always, always, always count your blessing, not your problems, it’ll put you in a much better mindset. And finally, be patient, don’t force things to happen, they will happen naturally, and you will end up where you need to be.

Until next time

(considering my mom lets me live after the bomb I just dropped)

-N

The Second Greatest Time Of Year

Hello,

It’s me,

I’m back! Sorry for the hiatus. But I am back just in time for the second greatest time of year, second only to Christmas…CMA Fest! It’s a weekend of being surrounded by great country music, food trucks, and pictures of Carrie Underwood; anyone who knows me at all knows this is my dream.

I’m going to throw it back to my first post on here and give Nashville a little love.

I know the exact moment I fell in love with Nashville. It was CMA Fest 2013. It was a weekend of country music and sweating more that I have ever sweat before. I was sitting in the stadium on the 3rd night, waiting patiently for Carrie Underwood to close the show. She comes on and sings the usuals. I had been hoping she would sing “Paradise City”, she does a kick ass cover of the Guns N Roses song, but Ih ad given up hope since she had sang it the year before. Well, her band started playing the intro, and I looked at my mom and screamed at the top of my lungs. The rest is history.

CMA Fest is a unique time. You hear songs on the radio all the time, but you really don’t know how much country music really touches people’s lives until you see a football stadium completely lit up with cell phone lights, and 60,000 people completely silent as Luke Bryan sings “Drink A Beer” as tribute to Orlando. It’s something you have to feel to understand.

CMA Fest used to be an unattainable dream of mine. Now it’s in my backyard. You’ve treated me well CMA Fest…

See you next year

Until next time

-N