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*Weird* dream.
Mar. 12th, 2004 07:59 amSo I won't forget. I was friends (!) with Paris Hilton and Tara Reid. God, kill me now.
Some way or other, Paris needed a new roommate (Yeah, I know. I can't figure it out, either). I ended up moving in, and it was kind of dumpy, but not entirely trashy, the kind of house four of five friends rent out while in college. But they were still famous and rich, is the weird part!
We were driving somewhere - a club? - and I was in the back seat. And Paris said, "You know who I'm asking to move in?" and I said "Who?" and she pointed to her hair. Another blond. Nick. I said, "Nick?" and she nodded and smiled. I'm thinking, great! I just moved in and now the boyfriend's going to be there and I'm going to get squeezed out!
I asked if she wanted me to move, but she was insistent that him moving in didn't mean I was being asked to move out. The place had four or five bedrooms - including the living room, which they kept insisting was a bedroom - so I was happy about that. Then I asked Tara if PaNick believed in nauseating public displays. They both laughed and assured me that they kept that kind of stuff to a minimum. Tara told me they were cute together in public.
At some point during the above conversation I remember thinking, "Nick Carter's moving in! He'll be my roommate!" and I was vaguely excited, and tried to think of someone to tell. I think it's at that point when I realized, hey! They're friends with JC! I might meet him, too!
So we're in the car and we arrive at the club. I'm about to get out of the car when I hear a line from a song. Paris was already out and on the sidewalk, and Tara had just snapped off the radio. Then it hit me. I said, "Turn it back on! That was JC!" So she did, and it was "Build My World." We both screamed and sat for a second listening to it. We high-fived, and kept saying how happy we were that it was getting airplay. We got out of the car but we left the radio on. We could still hear BMW as we walked to the club.
Then we were suddenly back at the house, and there was a smalllish party going on. I remember turning the water on, but it didn't work right - the spigot wasn't quite centered over the sink and water ran all over the countertop (dark pink? red?). I tried turning off the water, but the tap was stuck. Feeling like the stupid new girl, I finally got it fixed, then grabbed a cloth and wiped up the water, and some crumbs. And suddenly I didn't feel like stupid new girl, I felt like this is my house girl, party people quit messing it up! ;-)
I went into another section of the house, like this huge party room, and "Tiny Dancer" was playing over the sound system. I started singing and ran back to the kitchen to tell them to turn it up. I warned them that I sang all the time, but badly.
Then back in the party room, people were just lounging around. JC was there, and I started looking around for my slash notebook so I could write. It was like, people were partying in my room, 'cause my stuff was strewn around. But it was a huge room, so it was cool. I asked someone to hand me my notebook, then JC saw it and say, "Hey, there it is," like it was *his* notebook. We both reached for it but I was closer, and I showed him the open page, where I'd written stuff concerning my work (real). He said, "That's just like mine!" I'm like, whee! We have matching notebooks! I opened the cover, and it turned out that his was a different color.
He read my work stuff (yep, the slash ABOUT JC! was in the same notebook, but I wasn't freaking). And we started talking about it. Then he stood up to leave (actual leaving or just going to get a drink? dunno) and I said, "One of these days I'll pull your court brief (The thing he wrote, whatever it's called, can't think of it! Brain dead!) and read it." He groaned and everyone laughed. Then I felt bad because I'd brought up the lawsuit, but he seemed cool with it, and laughed and all, so it was okay.
Then I woke up. *Weirdness*, baby.
Some way or other, Paris needed a new roommate (Yeah, I know. I can't figure it out, either). I ended up moving in, and it was kind of dumpy, but not entirely trashy, the kind of house four of five friends rent out while in college. But they were still famous and rich, is the weird part!
We were driving somewhere - a club? - and I was in the back seat. And Paris said, "You know who I'm asking to move in?" and I said "Who?" and she pointed to her hair. Another blond. Nick. I said, "Nick?" and she nodded and smiled. I'm thinking, great! I just moved in and now the boyfriend's going to be there and I'm going to get squeezed out!
I asked if she wanted me to move, but she was insistent that him moving in didn't mean I was being asked to move out. The place had four or five bedrooms - including the living room, which they kept insisting was a bedroom - so I was happy about that. Then I asked Tara if PaNick believed in nauseating public displays. They both laughed and assured me that they kept that kind of stuff to a minimum. Tara told me they were cute together in public.
At some point during the above conversation I remember thinking, "Nick Carter's moving in! He'll be my roommate!" and I was vaguely excited, and tried to think of someone to tell. I think it's at that point when I realized, hey! They're friends with JC! I might meet him, too!
So we're in the car and we arrive at the club. I'm about to get out of the car when I hear a line from a song. Paris was already out and on the sidewalk, and Tara had just snapped off the radio. Then it hit me. I said, "Turn it back on! That was JC!" So she did, and it was "Build My World." We both screamed and sat for a second listening to it. We high-fived, and kept saying how happy we were that it was getting airplay. We got out of the car but we left the radio on. We could still hear BMW as we walked to the club.
Then we were suddenly back at the house, and there was a smalllish party going on. I remember turning the water on, but it didn't work right - the spigot wasn't quite centered over the sink and water ran all over the countertop (dark pink? red?). I tried turning off the water, but the tap was stuck. Feeling like the stupid new girl, I finally got it fixed, then grabbed a cloth and wiped up the water, and some crumbs. And suddenly I didn't feel like stupid new girl, I felt like this is my house girl, party people quit messing it up! ;-)
I went into another section of the house, like this huge party room, and "Tiny Dancer" was playing over the sound system. I started singing and ran back to the kitchen to tell them to turn it up. I warned them that I sang all the time, but badly.
Then back in the party room, people were just lounging around. JC was there, and I started looking around for my slash notebook so I could write. It was like, people were partying in my room, 'cause my stuff was strewn around. But it was a huge room, so it was cool. I asked someone to hand me my notebook, then JC saw it and say, "Hey, there it is," like it was *his* notebook. We both reached for it but I was closer, and I showed him the open page, where I'd written stuff concerning my work (real). He said, "That's just like mine!" I'm like, whee! We have matching notebooks! I opened the cover, and it turned out that his was a different color.
He read my work stuff (yep, the slash ABOUT JC! was in the same notebook, but I wasn't freaking). And we started talking about it. Then he stood up to leave (actual leaving or just going to get a drink? dunno) and I said, "One of these days I'll pull your court brief (The thing he wrote, whatever it's called, can't think of it! Brain dead!) and read it." He groaned and everyone laughed. Then I felt bad because I'd brought up the lawsuit, but he seemed cool with it, and laughed and all, so it was okay.
Then I woke up. *Weirdness*, baby.
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