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.