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I blame Indigo.

Having spent time at Indigo yesterday buying the new Paris Hilton: Confessions on an Heiress book for a friend (I swear!) I went to bed last night and had the strangest dream...

*(cue harp-playing dream sequence music here)*

I was at Indigo, hanging out for some reason by the CD section on the second floor. All of a sudden two girls rushed past me screaming in excitement. I turned around to see what the fuss was about and to my surprise, I discovered that Paris Hilton was signing copies of her new book just down the aisle from me. Unfortunately for Paris, there weren't that many people waiting to get her autograph, so after a few minutes of silent debate, I mustered up the courage to go meet Paris.

"H-H-HI!" I said quivering. "C-Can you sign this piece of paper for me?" (I didn't have a book for her to sign, but seeing as there was no one there, she was more than happy to sign my napkin). "And uh... can we get a picture together?" (I just happened to have my camera with me).

"Aww," she replied with a smile, "you're so cute!"

I was totally blushing. And a big smile covered the entire diameter of my face. "I-I.." I stumbled for a reply and the only thing I could manage was "I-I think you're cute too!" Shoot. That was embarrassing. I cringed.

"Awwwww," giggled Paris. "You're so sweet honey!"

'Omigod', I thought to myself. Paris Hilton called me cute AND sweet? (Wait a sec... what kind of dream was this...?) Anyway, Paris and I proceeded to chat for a bit and I told her that I was really into writing and that I wanted to write for magazines in the future, like Entertainment Weekly and stuff. What happened next I'm not quite sure how to explain. All I know if that Paris gave me this "ohh.. o-kay..." look after I mentioned Entertainment Weekly and then started looking around like she was getting bored.

Sensing that I probably wasn't her type anyway (I'm REALLY camera-shy... hehe) I gave her a big hug to say goodbye, but she kept her arm around my shoulders while introducing me to some guys that were around her signing table (For some reason, Joe "Ashlee and Jessica's owner, I mean, father" Simpson was one of those guys... I wonder if he was giving Paris lip-syching tips?). I smiled at the guys and then back at Paris, but for some reason, she was no longer beside me anymore... I looked around for her but the only look that came back was a creepy smile from Joe "Ashlee and Jessica's slave-driver, I mean, father" Simpson... sigh... And just like that my dream was over and the next thing I know I was awake in my bed to the sounds of my early 10:30am wake-up alarm call. harsh.

What do you think this dream means?! (Probably, as I have suspected for a while now, it simply means that I need to get a life... pronto!)


posted by Tim at 4:23 PM