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I didnt write once in April. That is like the slackest i have ever been! Oh well .. at least i have some goos shit to write about now.
Like meeting her ..
I have to write a journal entry again soon, so i will write it in here and then copy and paste it into my journal!
:: We were sitting outside the Kabab shop in Surfers on Saturday night, Nat, Kat, Emma, Bruce, Christian, Duane, Kylie and I. Our outside seating was right next to the road that leads to Caville Avenue. We had been talking about her all night because we knew she would be out and about on the town. We kept saying things like "Imagine if we did see her! Oh my .. what would you say?" but in the back of our minds, we all knew it was but a mere hope that she would be anywhere that we were. Not only was it highly unlikely, but it was virtually impossible that a few underage kids driving and walking around the coast and around the clubs that we couldnt enter would see her. Let alone meet her ....
As we anxiously watched every limousine that passed us, it began to dawn on us that it was simply a goal that we would never achieve. She was a only ever going to be a photo in a magazine or an image on our televisions. Unfortunate really, considering the group was made up of 5 girls who really considered her a gorgeous, amazing style icon and 4 guys who undoubtably saw her as the hottest woman on the planet right now and whose every fantasy was moulded around her.
More cars past and eventually we all thought about going home, it was getting late.
"THAT WAS PARIS HILTON" Screamed Emma, the youngest of our pals that night. She was pointing frantically at a silver VT commodore.
Emma was known as a bit of a story teller, a joker, so no one rushed to get up without questioning her first.
"Yeah sure thing Em .. whatever .." Replied a chorus of voices, unsure whether to believe her or not.
"IT WAS, I SWEAR! LEFT HAND SIDE OF THAT CAR, PUTTING ON MAKE UP, LIKE THIS .." She made a gesture that resembled someone applying powder to their nose.
It was then that i knew she wasnt lying. The urgecy in her voice made me heart beat fast, only to be made faster when Bruce announced
"SHE'S RIGHT, THAT WAS HER! I SAW HER!"
And Em and Bruce nodded at each other and swiftly moved from their seats onto the footpath running next to the road. Within a second, Nat was right their with them, holding Emma's hand. The three of them took off down the road, after the car. The rest of us got up feeling confused, excited and anxious and followed in the same direction. It was only seconds before i looked up and saw that Emma, Bruce and Nat were 100m metres ahead of us, if not more, and i could just see their heads bobbing up and down through the crowd.
When we caught up to them the atmosphere was unbelievable. I nearly choked on the buzz of excitement that was being emitted from everyone in a 100m radius.
"Where is she?" I asked emma and Nat.
"THERE SHE IS!" They responded pointing to where the notorius silver VT commodore that had caused so much fuss moments earlier was descending into the rush of cars on the road. In it's place stood Paris Hilton. Her posture was exquisite as she posed for a moment and took in her surroundings. I wasnt particulary close at this point but i noticed she was half glaring, half pouting, and the result was a look of power and prestige. Then she begin to walk toward the near by clubs. Well, not walk, strut.
Then i lost sight of her.
"Where is she??" I asked Nat.
"Right there!!" Replied Nat, pointing to a figure that was walking past me.
It was very strange, it may have been a result of all the comotion, but i wasnt convinced that the person Nat pointed out was her, because i could only see the side of the girls face. She was smoking a cigarette and as she drew on that smoke, she flicked her hair and looked over her shoulder in the direction i was standing. It was her, it was Paris Hilton. There was no denying from that point forward that it was the heiress herself. From that moment on everything was a blur. By the time i had worked out that it really was her i had lost Nat and Emma and the boys were out of control with excitement.
I glanced up to take another look at the sexy, famous women who was dressed in a pink dress made of satin, layered around the knees, and more than likely worth a discusting amount. She had it teamed with a pair of stunning diamonte high heels and her usual bleach blonde hair extensions. She looked amazing, just like in all the photos i had seen. Her skin and make up were emmaculate and oozed style. While i admired her beauty i noticed that she kept glancing over her shoulder and talking to some people behind her, some "fans". She was smiling at them but shaking her head. I then noticed something truley amazing .... She was talking to Nat and Emma!!!!!!!! I ran up behind them but had nothing to say, behing close enough to reach out and touch her was satisfying enough for me. Even if i had something to say though, there was no time because Emma was begging and pleading Paris to hug Brucey.
"Please! Please! Look he loves you to bits, he thinks your the hottest women ever! Please just one hug! PPPPLEAAASSEEE"
After a moment of silence where Paris seemed to be considering it, she glanced over to the rather large body gaurd who was next to her, giving her a stern look.
"I cant, im sorry. My boss wont let me." She smiled regretfully.
"Stuff your boss! Please its just one hug and he's my best friend, it will make him so happy!" Emma wasnt goign to give up. I was shocked she had said that but didnt say anything because it looked like Paris was weakening.
"Oh ok. Where is he? Bring him here." Paris said. It was amazing. This whole thing was absolutely amazing!
Emma ran to get Bruce and Paris ran to catch her friends who hadnt slowed to the same pace Paris had when she was talking to us. I was worried she was going to let Brucey down but when he reached her she had her arms outstretched for a quick hug. Bruce put one arm around her body and one arm in the air with a thumbs up while miming "yeeeeaaaahhhhhhh!"
From that moment on, Bruce was "The man" and he swore never to wash his jumper again.
After the hug she turned on her sparkly diamonte heels and walked line-free and entry fee-free into The Drink. ::
Ok ok! I know she is famous for nothing but we love her anyway! She is just so damn intriuging!
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