Dream starts out with me at a party. Reznor adds me to his list, tells me I seem cool. I have his cell number, and we’re hanging out at the party. We’re walking to the car, but I need to go to the bathroom. I come out and no sign of him anywhere. I run in to Justin and proceed to lose my purse 2 or 3 times, the last time right by cars they decide they want to blow up. My tickets are in the purse, though, so I run like hell to get them. Remaining few seconds of the dream are spent cussing and yelling, “I was gonna go to my first nails concert and I was gonna go with Trent Reznor. Fuck. Fuck!”

Needless to say, I needed to use the bathroom really bad when I woke up. Moral of the story: drinking water throughout the night makes you miss the important things in life.

But yeah when I was hanging out with Trent, someone offered to take our photo, and I was like “one sec.” He was visibly disturbed, and I said, “oh, not supposed to tell you to wait, eh?” and he said, “No, shows no respect for the status I’ve worked hard to earn.” All I said in return was, “You’re not as jovial as I thought you’d be. I thought you’d be funny.” Is it embarrassing for me to also mention we had a few innocent friend kisses before he’d leave the room each time? haha I’m pretending he’s younger.

But yeah, went home for Mother’s Day yesterday. Mom was shocked that we got her a gift. Jenna & I took the F350 (diesel) to town to get movies. We like to drive big, loud trucks by all the losers that hang out in town, blasting music (NIN this round), and wave really big while they stare. Hey, it’s cheap entertainment.

ugh my sore throat is returning, accompanied by a cough. For someone who is never ever ill, I’m sure getting sick a lot. Anyway, I need to shower. I have to dress up today. First client pseudo-meeting at MediaSauce. Woo I’m tired.