california drrrrreams

(i guess the one thing about not being able to sleep much these past coupla days is that when i am...i be dreamin')

from the evening of november 7, 2010

So my cool director friend IRL, Aaron, has decided to film a Lip Dub to California Gurrrls by the vacuous Katy Perry. I am supremely annoyed by Ms Perry IRL (okay, you're cute and can accessorize well with whip cream...we get it), but IDL I am more than happy to be a part of this project.

Now if you don't know what a Lip Dub is, I encourage, nay, IMPLORE you to go to YouTube THIS INSTANT and type in I Gotta Feeling Lip Dub and then watch the first result of the search (i'll still be here when you get back)

Okay, isn't that amazing?!?! So, we are doing this to the Katy Perry song and I am the first one to perform. Of course my part goes off without a hitch, and now it's the time for everyone else.

It seems to be going okay, but some of the lesser talented kids are not pulling their weight appropriately. My roommate, friend and chicken Aisla is producing this Lip Dub, which even in the dream seems odd as she is now dedicating her life to helping smug African orphans, and others on that continent in distress.

Aaron is giving her a really hard time. Talking to her in the most condescending, sanctimonious way possible.

"Yeah, when you're on set...it's your job to...I don't know...PRODUCE THE VIDEO. Maybe that wasn't entirely clear when we agreed you'd be producing this. Shall we go over it again?"

I give Aaron the dirtiest look possible, but this does not have the effect I had intended. I look over to Aisla, hoping she is not too devastated by this. In fact, she is biting her lip off trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of Aaron. I should know better than to worry about Aisla.

We are taking a break from filming and I am treating the entire set to how much I dislike this Katy Perry woman we are delivering a homage to. One girl pipes up in Katy's defense.

"I hear she's a really good colourer." We all look at her in hopes she is being sarcastic. She is not.

"Oh yeah, I can just imagine" I say, picking up a random pen pretending it's a crayon. "Ooh look! COLOURS!!!!!" I try to make my voice as airheaded as possible as I say this. The whole set laughs at my hilarity.
THE END