I've survived...thus far...

• Week One is almost done of bootcamp, and I must say, I'm highly impressed with myself. I haven't been out all hours of the night, every night, like the last few weeks (or months, whichever). I've been trying to get to bed early, even though the attempted 10PM bedtime hasn't exactly happened just yet. I was extremely nervous my first class on Monday. I put a banana and a Special K bar on my nightstand the night before, so that I could just basically roll out of bed, eat 'em real quick, and head to the gym. I ended up waking up and being ready with like, 15 minutes to spare. Now that I've just completed my 3rd class today, I've got it down now. I wake up at 5:10am and I'm there on time. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 5:30am and every Saturday at 7AM. Needless to say, the all-night partying is gonna have to cease for awhile in order for me to survive. The first two classes were relatively easy, because I'm in better shape than most of the people in the class. So push-ups, sit-ups, etc. don't scare me. What scares me? Running. And every class, we start with a mile run down Gallatin Rd, into a residential neighborhood that's nothing but uphill streets. It's a bitch. Especially since I don't run for an extended period of time. Ever. I run a lap, walk a lap, run a lap, run a lap, etc. So this has been pretty intense. Today's the first day I'm sore. Probably b/c after our mile run, he had us do another half mile doing an "Indian Run". (Slow jogging in a single-file line, the last person in the line has to sprint to the front of the line, and so on and so on...). Sprinting uphill hurts.
• Chelsee has been my ultimate wingman since Jen has departed. I've called this poor girl AT LEAST 3 times in the last week to come be my "side-kick" as I meet up with boys where it could be potentially awkward. Luckily, she's been great and nothing too awkward has occured, aside from Cafe Coco the other night.
• We are booking shows right and left for the next couple months. I'm going to be SO incredibly busy. I think I'm getting a Palm Trio b/c my schedule is seriously getting THAT intense. Aside from waking up at the ass crack of dawn, I've got tons of cowrites booked, industry parties where I need to go eat their free food and booze and shmooze with everyone, all these writer's nights and full band shows coming up, Fan Fair meetings, and demo sessions. Kim told me that the training wheels were gonna come off fast, and that was an understatement. I feel like I went from having the "joke job" of showing up at the office whenever was convienent and working when I needed to (which to me, was seldom) to all of a sudden, not having time for much of anything.
• A boy is making dinner for me tonight. A boy that can actually COOK, really really well. I'm pretty stoked. And after, I'm probably going to fall asleep by 8pm b/c I'm running on 5 hours of sleep and I couldn't go back to bed after my work out today...I was too energized.
• Today is my brother's 17th birthday. I'm very saddened by the fact that I won't get to celebrate with him today or this weekend. I won't get to sing the Polish version of Happy Birthday with all of my family gathered around him and his cake. I won't get to go out to eat at one of the 3 restraurants there are to choose from in Belleville. I'm kind of emo. Not only b/c I miss them and I miss celebrating stuff like that, but because I realize how much everyone is growing up. I can't believe that the little kids that are in the photo on my fridge...these two little red-headed cuties, with popsicle stained faces, posing inside of our old blue tin laundry hamper are 17 and almost 16 years old now. Breaks my heart.
• Ryan told me he had nothing to do with the phone call/text messages I got from his roommate last weekend. I don't buy it. He told me that he was talking about me to him for like, 2 hours, and Matt got mad and wanted to mess with me. He then said that he couldn't just "be my friend" and that he wasn't interested in me checking in to see if he's okay. The email concluded with "Even though I don't want you in my life right now, I'm sorry you got hurt." I laughed. Hard. I love how noble and righteous he tries to act. I love even more that he tries to act like it's HIS choice for us not to be talking. It really is hysterical. I've gone months without talking to him and now that I feel absolutely nothing for him, therefore having a friendship would complicate nothing for me, he can't handle it. And that's fine, I get that. But there's a way to go about it without being completely immature and stupid about it. It's still hard for me to grasp the concept that this is still hard for him...that he still hurts deeply over this. That getting a random text that says "Hi" from me would mess with his head.
• I've been sitting in the office for an hour and a half by myself. I was supposed to meet with my graphic designer at 9am to help structure my booth for Fan Fair. Apparently, no one remembered to send me a text or call me to tell me it was moved to 10am. So here it is, 10:30am and they are all just getting here. AND, my 11am co-write just cancelled. Sooo...I've been awake and active since 5am and will pretty much complete nothing. Woohoo! Nap-time, baby!
• I don't have much of a voice due to the hour I spent in a vocal booth last night singing the most tonsil-stretching (damaging) demo ever. And the worst part was that I couldn't key it down more than a whole step or else the verses would have been wayyyy too low and I wouldn't have been able to hit it. Therefore, I had no choice but to do my best "Celine Dion" til 10pm last night. Ouch ouch and ouch.

I'm going to go "work" now...now that everyone else just decided to grace me with their presence.

P.S. I have the best song ideas going EVER right now! Oh, I can't wait for my next album....it's going to be SO amazing, and totally make some people wish they lived on another continent ;)