Hollywood Escapism

Wouldn't I love to attend a posh Hollywood Soiree...imagine if it would be fun. And then people would ask, "Oh what did you do this weekend?" Instead of the usual answer, "Nothing much, hang around and listened to music as I surfed the web." I would say, "Oh, did you know that Bruce Willis had a little shindig over at his Hollywood mansion. Nothing fancy, just a few close friends and family, we kept it tight, you know. Oh but, he handed out D&G diamond encrusted bracelets as parting gifts for us guests." while I flash mine adorning my wrist.

Oh Wowie! someone once said be careful what you wish for I wonder if what I just said qualifies as one of those things.

I haven't gone to see Keanu's new movie yet...Hardball. And I call myself a fan. It's 3 weeks old at the theater now.

I slept for 3 hours this afternoon. I don't know what is exhausting me these days but I am always weak. Weak. Hours after I wake up, then I slowly fall into some demise of tiredness and hopeless yawning. Maybe it's my brain telling me its bored and unsatitsfied with the lacklustre life I am living.

"Do something, I don't care what you do, just do something girl. I am fucking BORED in here."---my brain screaming to me just before I launch into a loud tear dropping yawn.

I am so bored I contemplated reading some of my old entries, and my fanfiction especially the ones about Keanu just to set me in a nice romantic atmosphere, imagining I am there with him as the stories unfold, or just to bring a coy smile to my face. Sad isn't it. I am thinking of writing a sequel. When they finally fall in love, take their undercover emotions to a higher level, but I am hoping someone will help me, maybe co-write it with me. I am tried of waiting for HBO to take me up on the offer to produce it into a sitcom. And No they do not know anything about it. I just want them to, possibly miraculously come across my site and read the story and love it---like I do. But I'ma still write the sequel though. For my self.

I have thought about...we are truly writing some of these stories for our selves. No one else will feel as content as you would whenever you read up on your old thoughts on paper.

I had some stuff on my wishlist I was actually expecting some people, mysterious people to buy for me. eg. Men Before 10am Too by Veronique Vial. I don't know why I keep living on miracles.

Now, everyone go buy the India. Arie CD---Acoustic Soul. It rocks out man. It does.

"Every time you come around something magnetic pulls me and I can't get out. So captivating I can't tell my up from down / all I know is that I wanna lay down."