tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62886742618597554262012-02-16T04:30:07.131-08:00amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00002923029871452827noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288674261859755426.post-92096223692140438052008-02-28T20:32:00.001-08:002008-02-28T21:09:04.396-08:00so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I've</span> been thinking and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I've</span> been sleeping. and as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> sleeping i tend to dream the most bizarre dreams. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I've</span> never had a series of dreams before and lately i have, it all started about a month ago... with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">britney</span> spears...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">part 1: </span>i was on vacation in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size:85%;">california</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> and i woke up early one morning and decided to go to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size:85%;">starbucks</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. as i was approaching the door i saw swarms and swarms of paparazzi and i thought to myself, "who's in there?" (</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-size:85%;">starbucks</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> has this policy where paparazzi photographers can't go inside their stores) so i walk in and none other than </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-size:85%;">britney</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> spears was in line right ahead of me and she was like, "hey, what do you want? </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="font-size:85%;">I'll</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> treat you." and i was like, "no it's okay" but then she's like, " i do something for you, and you do something for me. go wait for me in my car" so i was like </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="font-size:85%;">uhhh</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="font-size:85%;">ok</span><span style="font-size:85%;">? and i went and she came back and she's like, "are you good with kids?" and i said yes. so she then asked me if i would work for her and be a nanny to her kids and she would change my life with free swag! and i was like, "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="font-size:85%;">I'm</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> on vacation, i </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="font-size:85%;">don't</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> live here, i live in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="font-size:85%;">chicago</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" and she was like, "well </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" style="font-size:85%;">that's</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> okay, i want a change of scenery. me and the boys will move to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" style="font-size:85%;">chicago</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> and you can live with us, work for me, and go to school." then i woke up....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">part 2:</span> i was downtown but </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="font-size:85%;">chicago</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> looked like </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" style="font-size:85%;">los</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" style="font-size:85%;">angeles</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, with palm trees everywhere, and i was part of some </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" style="font-size:85%;">scavanger</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> hunt for one of my classes and i had to beat this girl, and she was already winning. then out of the blue slides a white </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" style="font-size:85%;">mercedes</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, driven by </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" style="font-size:85%;">britney</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> spears. her window slides down and she says, "come in with me, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" style="font-size:85%;">I'll</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> drive you there in no time!" and out of nowhere my mom jumps in and says "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" style="font-size:85%;">amanda</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" style="font-size:85%;">don't</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> you dare get into the car with her!" i obviously </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" style="font-size:85%;">didn't</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> listen and jumped right in the back seat (cause the front seat was taken by ex-creep side-kick </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" style="font-size:85%;">sam</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" style="font-size:85%;">lufti</span><span style="font-size:85%;">) so </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" style="font-size:85%;">britney</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> guns it and with no </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" style="font-size:85%;">seatbelt</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" style="font-size:85%;">I'm</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> flying all over the back seat, and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" style="font-size:85%;">I'm</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> like "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" style="font-size:85%;">britney</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> slow down! you're gonna kill me!" and shes all like "you're fine y'all." and then i woke up....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">part 3:</span> this was a few nights ago and it was only a segment of my dream that night...i was driving in a car with someone and i looked in the backseat and </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" style="font-size:85%;">britney</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> spears' 2 kids were in the backseat, and i was like, "hey!what's the little one's name?"and whoever was driving said "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" style="font-size:85%;">that's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" style="font-size:85%;">jayden</span><span style="font-size:85%;">" and i picked him up and he sat on my lap in front seat. weird.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >part 4:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> now this one is a whole crazy timeline of events, so </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" style="font-size:85%;">I'll</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> cut to the good stuff.....i was backing out of a parking spot with </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" style="font-size:85%;">katie</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" style="font-size:85%;">molloy</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> in the car and i stopped because </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" style="font-size:85%;">ryan</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" style="font-size:85%;">secrest</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> was behind me brushing off his white car. so i rolled down my window and i was like, "hey </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" style="font-size:85%;">ryan</span><span style="font-size:85%;">!" and to my </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" style="font-size:85%;">suprise</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> he knew me and said "hey </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" style="font-size:85%;">amanda</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, whats up?" so i was like, "hey, next time you see </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" style="font-size:85%;">ellen</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> page (</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" style="font-size:85%;">juno</span><span style="font-size:85%;">) tell her that me and her are destined to be best friends!" and he was like "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" style="font-size:85%;">I'll</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> tell her, email me at my private email" and i was like, private email, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" style="font-size:85%;">ryan</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, i </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" style="font-size:85%;">don't</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> know what </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" style="font-size:85%;">you re</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> talking about. then i was about to leave and i screamed back, "oh and tell </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" style="font-size:85%;">britney</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> i love her!" and hes like, "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" style="font-size:85%;">britney</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> spears?" and i was like, "yea, she's my girl!"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">AND SCENE</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">I'm</span> convinced this is a sign that one day i will meet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">britney</span> spears. and i will be the to change her life around. this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">amanda</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">britney</span> bond must be written in stars. it must be.<br /><br /><br /><br />in other news, ellen page and i would make the best of friends, but i'll discuss that later.<br /><br />until next time................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288674261859755426-9209622369214043805?l=dont-waste-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00002923029871452827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288674261859755426.post-8172583986391266062008-02-21T19:59:00.001-08:002008-02-21T20:27:37.206-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ye9e1T7zjw8/R75OW5BcTKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1QlC6Rh8WQw/s1600-h/los+angeles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ye9e1T7zjw8/R75OW5BcTKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1QlC6Rh8WQw/s320/los+angeles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169655577438866594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />there's so much i want and i'm beginning to feel like i'm in over my head with all of these dreams and plans of mine. i want more than what i already have. i'm ready for change, i'm ready for experience, i need the sense of new...and i have no idea how to go about doing so. <br /><br />i need resources, i need solid guidance to back me up. and maybe not in the form of a person. i just need to know i have someone or something telling me to go.<br /><br />i'm so focused on making something for myself in journalism and magazines but i feel like i'm lacking something special, something good, different...like talent. a few weeks ago some old man said i had the look of an actress. and while i was on the verge of the slump i've just fallen into, i thought...why not? who am i to say i have no talent when i've never given it a shot? but really, who am i kidding.<br /><br />some nights i have these dreams i'm in a hit-breakout movie with ellen page and scarlett johansson and it's the best realtiy i can imagine. or i'm writing for us weekly and jet-setting from new york to los angeles covering red carpet events and parties, surrounded by glamor and famous faces as friends.i'm just so wrapped up in this celebrity crazed culture that i want a taste of it.<br /><br />the idea of being known, of grasping my dreams, proving people wrong and being completely happy is what i dream of.<br /><br />i just want something more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288674261859755426-817258398639126606?l=dont-waste-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00002923029871452827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288674261859755426.post-27985037980176455142008-02-21T19:42:00.000-08:002008-02-21T19:44:10.451-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye9e1T7zjw8/R75E4ZBcTII/AAAAAAAAAAU/_kLr4pWB-Qs/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ye9e1T7zjw8/R75E4ZBcTII/AAAAAAAAAAU/_kLr4pWB-Qs/s320/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169645157848206466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />I'm always wanting, never getting.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288674261859755426-2798503798017645514?l=dont-waste-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00002923029871452827noreply@blogger.com0