It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing

I'd had this idea to write about validation and all that that entails, but the moment passed as the weekend slowly, but quickly progressed into the week. It would have been a good post I think. Anyway...onto better things.

I'm in Nashville for the moment and I'll have to say, fun times. Got here for NACA on Saturday after a relatively uneventful ride down. And...OH. MY. GOD. This hotel is like...a city. It's seriously a small sized city. Or as we like to call it now, "The Biosphere." All of MS&T could live here AND go to school here. Seriously. Yeah. Seriously. There's a river. And fish. And booze. And a f-ing huge glass dome. HUGE. Yeah.

So anyway, we're here...in "Gaylord City" (The Gaylord Opryland Hotel), enjoying the conferencing. And really, when I say conference, I really mean a not-a-conference-conference. Like, instead of running a program or cheering about with crazy-ass costumes, you go and sit in a big room and...watch people. Seriously. You sit and they dim the lights and then you watch comedians, bands, singer-songwriters, magicians, lecturers, and all manner of other performers. It's AMESOME. Seriously. It's a conference full of being entertained. Then, you go to clubs and you can drink if you want and you eat nice food and listen to more awesome music and yeah...it's cool.

It's all great. But here's the other thing; I'm surrounded my boys. Seven of them. Yep. Seven. Here's the thing about being the only girl spending three days alone with seven guys: you turn into a douche bag. I'm being completely serious. Guys don't remember that you are there so they are sometimes really awkwardly terrible. But...it's funny. To me at least. Downside: I am now an asshole. I say mean things, I tell rude jokes, I laugh at inappropriate comments, I think about sex too much because it's being talked about al the time and the worst thing is...I have no one to discuss hot guys with. I would if a gay guy bothered to come along on this trip of awesomeness. But NO! No gay man is here (not with my school anyway) and that means when I turn to the guy next to me to comment on the singer Pete Moss (with those dots over the o) and how hot he makes Canadians, two problems arise. One, if you mention that Pete Moss is hot, the guy becomes uncomfortable and then you feel awkward and you all stop speaking for a little while. Or two, you decide it's better not to mention how hot Pete is, but you are now left with the urge to share and the empty feeling of not being able to do so. Predicament. Solution? No idea.

Well, I don't really know what else to say besides that I enjoy this conference and now I shall go so I can NOT sleep before we leave for Rolla at 5:30. Tori out.

Songs to consider:

Disenchanted (My Chemical Romance)