AIE

Eh eh, there's nothing else I can say.


Second paragraph.

Catatonia.

ETA: Sidenote: That reference number [17] in the Wikipedia article...links to a little source called PerezHilton.com.

ETA Again: Second sidenote: CAMP Cosmetics' phone number? 630-545-2267. My home phone number? 630-545-2677. .......................

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...AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

I just keep finding more and more ridiculous tidbits about this. I'm...speechless. I'm without speech.

Paparazzi

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you
Until you love me. Papa, paparazzi.
Baby, there's no other superstar,
You know that I'll be your papa, paparazzi.

I've realized I am now addicted to three amazing artists. The first is the super-obvz GaGa.

The second, the other super-obvz Warhol.

The third, the other other super-obvz LaChapelle.

The only thing is, I'm not sure what it is that I'm looking to get out of all of this.

I love them all so much and they inspire me like you wouldn't believe. I want to know them inside and out. I crave their work. I'm not sure if it's because I just like what they do, or because I truly admire and appreciate the things they create.

I want to be like them. I want to take my ideas and turn them into beauty.

"I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're so beautiful. Everything's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic."

As much as I'm awed by it all, I can't help but be afraid. I would SO love to immerse myself in a world filled with art and surrounded by super-gorge people, places, and things, but I feel like I would be so inadequate compared to people in that world.

I feel like that's what I want more than anything else - to be that. Until I think to myself, can I actually achieve it? Can I be an art genius? I have some good ideas. But do I really have a point of view? Am I actually unique enough?

Then I think, maybe I'd be more suited to be some boring, corporate big-wig, working some 9 to 5 job in an office. Maybe I should just be some guy sitting at a big glass desk somewhere, making my money and going home at the end of the day, trying to find satisfaction in other things than my job itself.

I can't separate my fantasy from my reality.

Are they one and the same? Do they have the potential to be one and the same?

I hate the idea of being nobody. I want to be amazing. I want to be excellent. I want to be inspiring. I want to be sought after. I want to be famous.

Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop
Until that boy is mine.
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down
Until you love me. Papa, paparazzi.