EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT

Tonight, I see Hilary Duff perform at a London gay club.

Discuss: What is the best way for me to get Hilary's attention?
(while coming off as diehard fan/potential BFF material--not a creepy stalker).

Current Options:

1. When I went to the A Cinderella Story premiere three years ago, we made signs. My favorites were the ones that included her song lyrics or plays on her song lyrics:

"When I see you smilin', I go, oh oh ohhhh"

"HILARY, show me what dreams are made of."

But, she didn't come over.


2. Hilary recently said in an interview that she would LOVE to see someone in drag perform her music...


An Update on BMAIM: He played "I'll be Missing You" on repeat for two hours(12 AM-2 AM) last night...and sang along to the chorus...

the neighbors

In flat 1 downstairs, there is a balding, middle-age, Indian man(BMAIM). well, that is what I imagine him to be.

Almost every night for the past two weeks now, he opens his window, smokes pot(I can smell it), and gets drunk(if our one confrontation with him suggests a pattern), and turns his music up so loud that my entire bedroom seems to vibrate. It usually starts around eleven and goes until anywhere around 3 A.M.

His taste in music is eclectic. Some nights, I'm punished with awful, Indian pop. But, yesterday, he cranked up "I'll Be Missing You." Faith Evans has never been more irritating.

During each one of BMAIM's drunk/high/loud-music fests there comes a point when we just can't take it anymore.

The first time it happened: I scream out the window, "Turn your music down. I'm trying to sleep!" It continues. I jump up and down on the floor, hoping he gets the hint.

The second time: I go for the mature doorbell ditch.

The third time: We pound on his door. No answer. We leave a note: "Please keep your music down. It is keeping us up. Thank Yoy:)"

The doorman tells us the next day that BMAIM is very sorry and promised, "it will never happen again."

But, then two days later, it happens again! bizarre Indian pop! We pound on his door. No answer. Leave a nasty note this time: "Stop playing your damn music so loud or we will call the cops"

A few days pass.

It happens again, softer though. We ignore it this time

A couple more days.

More Loud Indian Pop. I go pound on the door. No answer. An hour later my flatmate goes to pound on the door and meets, for the first and only time, BMAIM. the exchange(so i hear) went something like this:

BMAIM[opens the door, completely wasted, a friend lurks behind him the smell of pot streams out the door]: hello, what's your name, nice to meet you
flatmate: your music. it's SO loud.
BMAIM: Oh, sorry it'll never happen again
flatmate: yeah, that's what you told the doorman last time, asshole, and it keeps happening. if it happens again, we're going to call the cops.
BMAIM: I'm not afraid of the cops! I was in jail for 7 years![this last line is a direct quote]

That was a week ago. It continues. We make nearly daily complaints to the doorman. I'm at the breaking point and it won't be long before I resort to vigilante justice--rocks in windows, egging his door, dumping water into his window from mine.

Australia Day in Amsterdam

Friday January 26, 2006

I went to Amsterdam for a weekend. I celebrated Australia Day.


I won a Foster's Cowboy hat. But, Josh got an Australia flag. I want an Australia flag:(


Yay. Australia flag. And random Australia girl[Far right]. And Katie.


Yay. Australia flag.

About me

I have now listened to this song in New York, on Hollywood and Vine, in London, and in Tokyo. Paris will come soon enough...

There's people talking
They talk about me
They know my name
They think they know everything
But they don't know anything
About me

Give me a dance floor
Give me a dj
Play me a record
Forget what they say
Cause I need to go
Need to getaway tonight

I put my makeup on a saturday night
I try and make it happen
Try to make it all right
I know I make mistakes
I'm living life day to day
It's never really easy but it's ok

Wake Up Wake Up
On a saturday night
Could be New York
Maybe Hollywood and Vine
London, Paris maybe Tokyo
There's something going on anywhere I go
Tonight
Tonight
Yeah, tonight

The cities restless
It's all around me
People in motion
Sick of all the same routines
And they need to go
They need to get away
Tonight

I put my makeup on a saturday night
I try and make it happen
Try to make it all right
I know I make mistakes
I'm living life day to day
It's never really easy but it's ok

Wake Up Wake Up
On a saturday night
Could be New York
Maybe Hollywood and Vine
London, Paris maybe Tokyo
There's something going on anywhere I go
Tonight
Tonight
Yeah, tonight

People all around you
Everywhere that you go
People all around you
They don't really know you
Everybody watching like it's some kind of show
Everybody's watching
They don't really know you now
(They don't really know you)
(They don't really know you)
And forever

Wake Up Wake Up
(Wake Up Wake Up)
Wake Up Wake Up
(Wake Up Wake Up)

Wake Up Wake Up
On a saturday night
Could be New York
Maybe Hollywood and Vine
London, Paris maybe Tokyo
There's something going on anywhere I go

Wake Up Wake Up
On a saturday night
Could be New York
Maybe Hollywood and Vine
London, Paris maybe Tokyo
There's something going on anywhere
I go
Tonight
Tonight
Yeah, tonight

--"Wake Up," Hilary Duff