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.