my formal

so as i was explaining, saturday night was my formal dance for my sorority. let me emphasize... im not a "sorority girl" type. im dani, im different, im above than the reputation... or so i think. anyways, me and my good friends jenna and sara (and their dates) head over to smallwood, which is the appartment where my date, max, lives. we start our pregame for the night ahead of us. me and max drank smirnoff (classy) and chased with a drink called four. it is caffene, sugar, alcohol, and wormwood (which is the ingrediant in absinth).. let me clarify that i only had an iced coffee and a cup of cottage cheese the entire day. i was fucked. i did look hot in my marc jacobs dress. i had wanted it for a long time. it definitely flatters my body and my gorgeous boobs. haha, they are. anyways max and i were out of our minds, but we showed every one at the party we know how to have a good time. we were dancing the whole night... and my friends told me today we were making out all over the place. its funny because we hate those couples who do that in public... then we become one of them. at least we looked good. i honestly didnt pay attention to anyone but max at the formal. we took over 100 pictures of just ourselves. wow, being drunk rocks. haha.

anyways, i woke up with all these bangs and bruises, i fell a few times, but what else is new? max and i went to uptown cafe for breakfast. the waiter dropped our food and the plates shattered... we had never seen that before. a few minutes later they came out with our new order of eggs benedict and the most amazing home fried potatoes i had ever had. the weather was gorgeous today, so warm, everyone is out. i am definitely in a good mood. i like max, we have fun together.

my life

it is mid evening, my day has been packed... and there is still more to come! i went running this morning with my "semi-boyfriend" max. it was gorgeous out. sunny, beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. after the run, i showered and bolted to Walnut Street where i did an informal fashion show to promote a local store. tonight i have a formal dance, im wearing a marc by marc jacobs dress. it is magenta, backless, low cut in front... i love marc.

last night (friday) i smoked for the first time in a while, and what a trip it was. i had the craziest images flashing in my mind. it made no sense when i tried to verbalize it. anyways i would think of the most random images and memories that i ever experienced. it brought back memories from when i was 5 coloring at this little table i had in my old appartment, i remembered the pattern of my purple and plad pleated skirt (i was a fashion vixion even then). i felt like i was in hawaii on my porch at the condo that we always stay at in maui. i felt like i was rolling along the waves of the bed. i thought of all these cartoon patterns in my mind, then linked them to some sort of pattern i had seen before, or a real event that i experienced in my past. there was much more, but i dont even remember it fluidly.. i was in a different state of mind and body. i felt my fingers clench, my feet tapped uncontrolably to the beat of the "nova-like" music i was listening to. when i was kissing my boy, i felt as if i wasnt kissing him, but random boys i once kissed in the past (or ever thought about kissing.. as if it was real) i dont know. it was a strangeeeee thing. i would never get addicted to this, it was just an expiramental trip for me. its funny though, in indiana, everyone on my floor thinks i am a stoner, maybe its the peace sign neclace im always wearing, or my vintagey style that no one else comes close to, or my music, that no one has ever heard of.. oh well, i love being different. i get noticed. and admired. i am not the college kid who wears sweatpants and a t shirt everyday, nor will i ever be. everyday is a new day to expirament with fashion and makeup, and i never get sick of it. i love dressing up for class, it adds confidence to each step.

also, for those of you who think indiana is not hip, guess again.. MisShapes played in Indianapolis on thursday night. it is so cobra for the midwest... i know! i couldnt make it because i had no transportation.. fuck that. but it shows that we do get good shit out here!

its ok, im going to new york this thursday (3/29) and going to the block party concert(maybe) but for sure im going to...
03/31/2007 10:00 PM - Misshapes Bloc Party After Party
Don Hills 541 Greenwich, New York, New York

its gonna be sick. i have to go get ready for my formal, but i will update later on my NY trip! so excited to be back home (well future home)... my heart has always been in ny

photoshoot with missblack

wow, the pictures from sunday came out exceptionally well. i bragged to all my indiana friends. they think im a hot supermodel. i like the attention. props to the one and only miss black. we went to the design center in los angeles. here is the website, ill work on posting them.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/missblacksphotos/427606267/in/set-72157600010480083/

spring break plans

i have some explaining to do...

i really do, i feel bad because i have not blogged in forever! i feel like i have, because i think about what i want to say, but never actually do it, maybe because i write an essay everytime i post, but i'm gonna be better, i promise. now that my life is so interesting...
im serious, im back in LA where i belong! every time i come home, i have such a blast completely taking advantage of the party scene here. i hate coming home, becasue everytime i do, i wish i could stay! it actually gets to my head when people ask why i left LA for Indiana. honestly, I DONT KNOW. and i hate to sound negative, because i love my school, but i love LA more, its my home (and the partying is better). so now i am going to document the epic moments of my spring break. it started thursday when i got home and made my way to my temperpedic bed... so fucking comfortable. bj came over and we reunited with old stories of our hipish times together. i met his two italian twins who had many hip european stories to enlighten us. we had pinkberry (i got strawberry, rasberry and mango) very refreshing treat. i love it. then we went for a drive up the hollywood hills. we went to "the spot". the most amazing view of LA. the lights sparkle as far as the eye can see. a place where many kids sneak to smoke pot, or a place where i hooked up in the back seat of my car (that was winter break)...that was it for my frist night home... so many more were to come!

friday i spent the day shopping around north beverly drive and actually ran into Brittney who goes to IU also. it was about two and i picked up my gorgeous sister from school...oh beverly hills high school, how i miss you so. we went to urth cafe (she was hungry... i got a coffee) how lori haber of me... friday night was what you really want to hear about! it was quite eventful: my lover bj picked me up with the infamous miss black and we made our way to the elixir. the staple tea emporium that reminds me of winter break. i met bj and felix there over winter break and my life has never been the same.. haha, well not due to felix, but bj (hes so hip). bj, miss black and i practiced "who me" for my camera and we ended up with more pictures than i can handle.. actually what am i saying, i love pictures:
looking contemplative
looking who me
After our elixir fix, bj and i smoked capris and headed over to cinespace in the heart of hollywood. we met up with our dear friend fefe and waited in the extremely flooded line, bj left to buy a pack of smokes and red bull. felix and i talked about nothing... well tattoos(typical)... and bj returned with two bottles of cheap wine that we soon chugged. we found friends in the front of the line and cut cut cut. they were interesting... lip piercings and star tattoos everywhere. we flash ids and walk into the club... bypassing the covercharge (bj knew the guy working the door). we get in and the excitement started. we got our pictures taken and went into the smoking room. i made friends with matt, a twenty-three year old tv editor/producer. nice guy. big baby blue eyes. he got me an apple martini, which i later found out was ten bucks... shit... i gotta remember this is la. as i was finishing up my apple, bj had to go home... mommy's orders... i was a bit tipsy from the drinks and wanted to stay. our plan was to leave me there while bj drove home to check in, then sneak out again. so, it is my second night home and i am alone in a club where i dont know anyone. a horrifying situation for some, but i ended up having a blast.. i sat down by the dj station, and met a petite girl natalie who i instantly became best friends with for the night. we walked around the club talking, then we decided we wanted more drinks. now it was our mission to find a guy to buy us them. man in white jacket dancing alone... perfect target.. we approach as flirty as we can be, low and behold a he buys a round of kamakazi shots.. tripple sec and vodka i think. it was quite suggary....mmmm. so we dance the night away to hip spins and mashups a favorite being young folks by peter bjorn and john and victoria be. natalie introduced me to a bunch of people adam and jacob (he gave us his drink to finish) and they seemed cool... it turns out they WERE. it was around two by then and cinespace was closing. they were kicking everyone out, but natalie and i were in no mood to stop the partying. we went with jacob to "the office" i had no idea what that was, but it turns out he works for the record label diem mak, and that is where they do all the merchandising and business for the bands that include the willoz.. and a bunch more. so bj came to meet up again. we drank jack and rockstar. then everyone was talking about "brite spot" which turns out to be a diner in echo park. we actually went to the hush hush house. everyone was there and we were just chiling listening to music. talked to skeet, who actually went to hs with me. by five, bj and i decided to leave. the night was just too good. we talked about our adventure over hash browns and sausage and a rootbeer float at fred 62. i was still shaking from the rockstar/alcohol/redbull mix...never do that again.

sorry that was so long, its hard to believe that was one night.

Saturday had a photo shoot at bj's with my gamine sister alanna. she is gorgeous, she should really be amodel.




that night had a good french dinner. cucumber salad and goat cheese very gamine and waify


Monday night, back to cinespace with bj.. it was an 18+ night pretty much the same deal, met a few more people, saw a bunch of the same crowd as the other night. Talked to jeff, i love jeff he is so unique long hair over his eyes, wears scarves and big fur coats. it was very "scene" almost a bit too much. very waify boys dancing around. the decent was actually playing in the back room, we watched for a few seconds, then went back to the dance floor. good night, but nothing could top friday..

until tuesday night. jeff let us in at the door. it was a nylon party and there were many socialites present. saw cory kennedy. pete wentz dj-ed. talked to rebecca bari, i remember when she was a little girl at hm playing at the wartchafter house. now she has all these connections and is very hip. she looked very seventies and natural. we met dana, she invited me to a photo shoot with her, but i had to go to ps... bj and i went from smoking room to dance floor then bar got a drink then we left. we met christian downstairs who was very cute, but very drunk. bj and i went to toi and had tom ka gui soup with dykes at three am. i loved it.

wednesday and thursday were my detox days. i went to desert hot springs (30 minutes outside of palm springs) to a spa with my grandparents. it was absolutely secluded, spacial, and quiet. the restaurant there is rustic and exotic, absolutely delicious. so i basically bathed in hot pools, tanned, ate, and oh yeah got an absolutely incredible full body massage. it was the most bliss i had ever been in in all my life. i cant even explain how relaxing this was. i went into this hut, undressed got onto this table and was covered with a blanket, then the masusse rubbed me up with all sorts of oils and lotions for an hour and a half. wow.

on friday i got the new marc jacobs glasses that i wanted. i went home, got an hpv shot, napped a few hours, then bj picked me up at 6 and we journeyed downtown on a mission to get our long awaited fake ids. we went alverado where we came across a heavy sent man mumbeling "idididid" we followed him into this bootleg video store and went behind a curtain and there it happened. we took pictures infront of a blue background, paid, and then waited. we headed over to brite spot to hinge our nerves. i got coffee and gulped down five or six cups. we headed back over to alverado and picked up our ids! thankgod we are alive.
now it was time to put the ids to use. we went to our friends birthday party at joseph's in hollywood, then went beauty bar and didnt get carded... how ironic. we wnt to natalies house downtown and met her friend blood(vlad) who was 27, then went to the los angeles theatre on broadway between sixth and seventh for a fashion show afterparty. the ids worked! we saw dana from monday cinespace and danced with her and her friend anna. her shoe broke. we had a looooong day so we ventured home.

saturday night was the same deal. brittney bj and i had a photoshoot in his mom's room.
then we ventured off to a silverlake party which we never found.. and we were of to downtown again for part two of the fashion show afterparty. it was definitely more happening on saturday and all of my new friends were there.. matt, jeff, adam, jacob and crew... they refused to let cory in.. shocking i know.. but it was all ok as she made it in through the back door. she is so hip. it turns out we were wearing really similiar outfits. highwaisted layered slip skirts and a tucked in top with a belt. how funny. they ided us, but missb is 17 and has no id. bj pressed his hand against hers and the ink imprinted onher hand. genious. dangerous muse played, they werent very good, but we met alexis arquette which was great.
we had another mini shoot in the art gallery: me looking very cory

Sunday woke up early and went to the swap meet. found some great things: slip dress, tshirts, ella moss dresses for $10, and this amazing 80's barbie dress.
went to breakfast which was more like lunch at the farmers market on third and fairfax, i did notty no no and ate pancakes.. oh well, it was dupar's they were rated #1 pancakes in the united states by esquire magazine. they were fucking good. then miss black and i did a photo shoot at elixir/cocodemer/ and the design center on melrose. i will post pictures when i get them. brittney is an outstanding photographer. i love that she is so passionate about it and willing to share it. then i went home to pack. it saddened me. wow, do i have a lot of shit.

so that was my spring break, im impressed if you have made it down this far... its so long.

anyways im back in indiana now, realizing that i have spent hours wasting time when i have lots of homework to get done. why am i still in school? goodnight.

dream chronicling

Every night for the past week, I have been remembering my dreams. This is pretty unusual for me, maybe its due to the fact that I havn't slept without drugging myself. Anyways, I'm gonna document these dreams so I don't forget them:

I am in my bed, and my phone wakes me up in the very early morning. It is my mom and she says that my Grandma Libby has passed away and that it was very sudden. I am screaming and crying hysterically still in bed. I am in college so there is no way for me to get home and be with my family. Then I called my grandma and she answered.... she wasn't dead. Thank God, I don't remember anything else.

jellybones

by the Unicorns. Good song. I'm still sick, but getting a little better each day. So stressed (and I don't even know it). I have yoga in an hour, this should be interesting considering my stomach is already turned upside-down. I still need to watch Eternal Sunshine. It is sunny and beautiful today. Makes me happy. I'm still not tan. I refuse to fake-and-bake, but lets see how long that lasts.

being sick is not cool

Maybe it would be if the pale and washedout, puffy eyes, sore throat look was in.... and maybe in LA it is (I wish I was there), but holy shit, I can't even leave my bed. Again, I can't do work, I can't even eat (which is a good thing...) I must say, the only reason I am complaining (which I never do) is because I havn't been sick all year. Man, it sucks. I was so tired today, when I came home from an exhausting day sitting through hour and a half classes, sliding along the melting ice, drudging through the rain. Wow, I knew weather would be an issue coming here, but I never thought it be this cold and dreary. Anyways, at about 6 pm, I set my alarm to makes sure I would have time to do some homework. I got into bed and crashed. Then, at 8:30, I was jolted to the screatch of my alarm clock. I quickly sat up (completely thinking it was morning) moaning, did I miss my first class?!?!? I hate that feeling, when you think you sleep longer than you do. Along with many other things, it fucks you up. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I have been remembering my dreams vividly. This one is so wierd and sorry if you are totally confused, but here goes...
I am about to get ready for some formal party, and I am rushed for time. My friends tell me it is a costume party, so I end up dressing up as a french maid. We take a long drive with a bunch of random guys that I don't recognize (but I seem to know very well). We get to a hole in the wall hotel (that sorta looks like a cave) and everyone is sitting around in a circle. I remember taking one shot (don't know of what) and then blacking out. When I wake up in my normal clothes, (this is still a dream by the way...) everyone is looking at me differently. They all say, "wow, you were crazy last night," "bouncing off the walls," "absolutely insaine..." I look at someone's camera and see a dancefloor with colored lights and didnt remember it at all. Then I find this computer with some weird program and find a video of me completely naked performing sexual acts.. in which I had no recolection. So, we were all still at this hotel place and I see my grandpa's silver buick parked in front. Then I realized we were all in LA and I wanted to drive home. Then I got behind the wheel and bumped into the parked car infornt of me. I felt helpless/still drunk, pushed on the break and hit the car again. I didn't even care, because I thought, "I'm gonna wake up soon..." AND THEN I DID. I told you it was detailed, so strange I remembered it so well.
Now, back to reality, I really want to watch my favoirte movie, ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTTLESS MIND. It is perfect and I cry every time. I feel like crying right now.

what to do when you leave the city and enter middle america

Here I am, laying in bed in my college dorm. Listening to a stream of indie music (and my roommate coughing) on a very hip online radio site called last.fm. I spent a lot of time thinking today... sorry, mom, not about my studies because I have done absolutely no school work this semester, but that's a whole other issue. Before I start going off on random tangents and stories that probably won't make sense, I want to give some background info on yours truly, Dani Drasin. Oh, did I mention, that's me. I was born and raised in (glamourous) Beverly Hills. Yes, I shop... a lot, yes, I have met celebrities, yes, I go to exclusive Hollywood parties, yes, I am obsessed with body image, yes, I am best friends with BJ and all his hipness. Yes, I am hip, but I would be nowhere without him. He taught me the beauty of comme des garcons and jeremy scott. He told me about the hip/haggard parties and events going on in LA. He even found me a "fb" that was grungy, ultrathin and modelish. How do I know him you might ask, well we go all the way back to middle school. The tagline he uses to introduce me to his friends was, "I used to make fun of her for being thin, and now I hang out with her becasue she is thin." Middle school was an unhip blur, but at the end of eighth grade, he gave me his graduation picture and on the back he wrote, "tell your mom to feed you more than salad with lemon." In high school he wore an afro and went around saying outlandish things like, "how do I look? FUCKABLE!?" or "would you like to read my exotic love poetry?" After freshman year, he went off to private school where he hung out with celebrity siblings such as Henya Barton and such. I didn't see him for years, then we bumped into eachother at Sephora. He was with a little black child, then lost her, and I was confused. Cooincidently, months later I saw him again at a different Sephora and we knew it was time for us to finally hang out. You must be wondering why I am writing a novel about my relationship with BJ, but there is a point to it, I promise. High School graduation and summer went by so fast, before I knew it I was on the plane to Indiana for college. What the fuck was I getting myself into, I had no idea. Indiana is such a different culture than I had ever experienced or even knew existed. I really had never met a hick before... only seen them in movies, so to everyone at home let me fill you in on something... they exist! But before I start sounding all negative, I have to say Bloomington (town where Indiana University is located) is different. While almost everyone is white, they try to create a diverse atmosphere with ethnic restaurants (Siam House is really good) and a number of student led groups. Im not going to lie, most of the scene here is sorority girls with fake tans and pearl earings trying to impress cocky frat boys with Lacoste polos. And look where I ended up, yep, I accepted a bid from Sigma Delta Tau, the Jewish (but not too jappy) sorority house on campus. I never thought I see myself in a sorority or even consider joining one... but I guess you have to take some chances, open up to new experiences, and never hold yourself back. And, NO, this will not change me. I am still the same person. I still make an effort to put outfits together wheter it is for class, a frat party, a bar, or a live show. I love skinny jeans, Marc Jacobs, high fashion advertisements, swap meet finds (Cactus Flower has some great vintage clothes), dark nailpolish, american apparel, bob dylan, my peace sign neclace, my penis neclace, M Cafe (I am going macrobiotic by the way), Pinkberry, electro folk indie alternative new wave rock punk music and sipping organic sex tea from The Elixir.