alright,
so my dream last night was theeee tits.
recap:
oddly enough, in athens, ga.. i was asked to be on a show like american idol. the first day of performances was coming up and i was pumped. the day arrived and my sister and i walked up to the room, watching all the other kids take the stage bravely with cameras all around. this girl looked at me and said "hey, i know you're a soprano too so do you want to partner up for our first performance?" i said yes, but then proceeded to ask how we're supposed to know our cue and she quickly deserted me. apparently if i didn't know i wasn't supposed to be there?
was dream rucha heartbroken?
no no.
she was just hungry.
i called up alex if he wanted to eat barberitos but got turned down for programming homework. i sat in my new apartment that had red walls and hardwood halls and fortunately my family arrived to keep me company. they too wanted barberitos.
we found a huge table to sit at even though the place was completely crowded. after two minutes of sitting, we had three new people join our table.
john cusack, jodie foster, and kenan thompson.
"shut up rucha, that's jodie foster" was all Jaanki could say when they sat down.
i asked john about joan, about sixteen Candles, about high Fidelity.. it was amazing.
the dream didn't stop there.
my dad, craving some juice, spoke of a new hoppin' place downtown that served delicious fresh squeezed juice.
we quickly went there, and that was when emily wirt jumped into the picture. she appeared in line with me. this place was the coolest juice bar ever, the baristas (juicearistas?) were made up of the Netherlands soccer team. all of them still in uniform while serving delicious fruity drinks. she and i stared in amazement as the drinks floated around in the air like magic until they landed safely in the customers' hands. one of the players babbled on about static electricity fans keeping the drinks afloat in the air, whatever..
there was more to the dream but none of it compared to meeting john cusack finally.
