this entry is really just a bunch of random nonsense
I feel like a giant 'Taylor Swift Promotional Ad'. I'm always telling you all about my upcoming this and thats. I'm about to do it again. Tomorrow night. Dateline. NBC. I'm really proud of myself, but I'm sorry if I'm acting like an e-mail reminder alllll the time. I feel like I'm crazy busy lately, I've been doing a bunch of shows, and photoshoots, interviews, and as much as I loveeeeee doing that (and really, I loveeeeeeeee doing that). I miss my friends, and my brother, even Abigail. In just a couple days I'll be out in Tennessee for the CMT Awards, and the CMA music festival. I'd like these next couple days to just, hang around LA. Doing something LA like.
I felt like posting, because I really want to talk to you all. I have nothing to say. Kellie has bronchitis. This is how exciting my life has been. I've been writing songs (that are dead awful), out of boredom. I'm honestly anxious, and nervous. I think these awards coming up are what's getting at me. When I'm anxious, I write really bad, and I go to Church a lot (which I've been doing, so add that to the list), and drive around a lot, which is weird because I hate driving. I think driving scares me, I refuse to drive in the rain, and I really really really hate driving at night. I don't even like driving during the day, I bought a nice car when I got my license, and I rarely use it. I feel bad about that. Austin called me last night, however, he was drunk from a party (which I think is so terrible, that's my baby brother), and he decided to tell me how he was sure I wasn't going to win any CMT's, and that he was going to PA when I come down in a few days because he's sick of me, and he says I'm the favorite. It was really terrible, and probably not something I should be sharing with you all, but I can't talk to Kellie. Because she's sick and needs her voice for the awards. Stupid bronchitis. But you know me, talking about this won't embarrass me. Nice try!
So how about some questions?!
1. What's something that's typically normal that you hate?
2. Would you do anything for your sibling? Where do you draw the line?
2. Any strategies for calming my anxiety and my stupid brother?
Edit: I bought my cat a shirt that says 'Hottie' on it. This is why I need to be busy, even if I don't want to. :|