So I am in the famous "area" in Hollywood. I am totally in awe of how the people tend to be fake and void of any real personality. I've always wanted to be socially elite but if you're here you'd wonder what robbed these people of a soul. I always thought I was meant for the high life. However, I think I would turn the high class world upside down. I have class and I don't need Gucci shoes to prove that. I want to be more than the guy who is envied. I will be the the one who is well established but down to earth. I have a humble background... after all I was born with a wooden spoon (and fork) in my mouth. Don't get me wrong. I can't lump all of the people here as completely spoiled degenerates. In fact, the people I am with are awesome.

I don't think a 26 dollar shot of tequila means you're ballin. It's in the attitude you carry and how you treat others. Maybe its the practical side of me, but I think the wealth of the world lies in how and why you spend your time and money and not how much money you can blow on a single serving of alcohol.

Yes, I can say that I am having an okay time with a little bit of work. I guess outsiders looking in would say that I'm heterophobic but really...if you were here you just might realize how ridiculous socially elite circles can be. Maybe my tune would change if I'm the one buying the bar making sure my company is enjoying themselves. I hardly ever spend large amounts of money. I guess I'm just mad that my boyfriend felt so obligated to pay $40 for a drink someone else poured. All this time random people are just tippin the gray goose like they bought the bar. I really just don't feel like being here and I certainly didn't want to show up in the first place.

I love Hollywood...but power is nothing without skill and a social scene is NOTHING with people who love you for who you are and not what you spend.

Part of me wished I stayed home. It takes a lot out of me to pretend I'm having fun. Sitting here watching people having a good time isn't really what I had in mind for a night out.


Whatever. Yes. My mood went bad pretty quickly. I'll make the most of what's left of the night.

Oh...thanks saving the night Jeff. Sorry about the fight.