ryan seacrest
last night, i had a dream.
lish and lindsay were with me and we were at this carnival kinda thing in hollywood. we somehow went on this ride that was like a ferris wheel, but instead of having large, enclosed cars, we had little hoops to dangle through. our knees slid through these hoops and our knees were what kept us alive. haha.
so we went up to a height at which we were eye level with the hollywood sign. i realized as i got to the very, very top that this was a show taped for tv. and i realized that i was the one stopped at the very, very top. miley cyrus was there and ryan seacrest was standing on a platform right above me. my legs had reached the point where i could no longer distinguish how well i was holding on- a loose grip could easily feel the same as a grip that would hold me on well enough. i gained enough courage to touch the platform with my hand just so i could say that i touched it. on the platform were random curly brown hair extensions that miley had lost somewhere along the way and for a split second, i thought about grabbing one of those to sell later, but i quickly deemed that too gross to do.
somewhere in all this chaos, a lady apart of the show slapped my butt as i hung upside down, hundreds of feet in the air on national television. haha.
we began to go back down, and i yelled to lish “a lady just slapped my butt,” to which she yelled simply, “nooo wayyy!!” and we went down, down, down.
from lauren
