ali: fame, fifteen minutes of

i want to be famous. no, not in the she's-a-huge-star-let's-stalk-her-and-dress-like-her way, but in the internet famous way. i want to be tila tequila without the bisexuality (though i wouldn't mind the mtv dating show). i want to be in us weekly just once, even if it's like on the worst dressed list or something.

andy warhol once said, "in the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes." god, i hope that's true. if everyone had the experience of everyone knowing their business for just a hot second, i think people would calm down with the rumors and innuendo and whatnot. going to such a small college was sort of like being a celebrity among a small group of people because it took a complete stranger two phone calls to figure out who you hooked up with or what party you threw up at in a weekend. (not that i ever did any of those things, mom.) in all seriousness, i once asked a boy i knew in somewhat of a social experiment (to prove to someone that everyone knows everyone else's business), "how long would it take you to find out what i did this weekend?" he answered, "no more than two phone calls and 45 minutes, depending on if people are in class when i call." going to such a small school is both rewarding and frustrating - you get to feel like a celeb when you know people are talking about you, but the reasons they are talking about you are usually because you were blackout and falling all over or swearing at someone you don't know or making out with an ugly dude at a party. (not that i ever did any of those things either.)

it's frustrating to be anonymous. i want someone, anyone, to be genuinely interested in knowing what i did this weekend or why i wore what i did today (ps - what i did this weekend was lay in bed because i thought i was dying from a cold, and for those of you who were out tonight, the boobage was legitimately unintentional. the fact that the shirt is from abercrombie kids is besides the point.) no one will ever know that, though, because i am not internet famous. if more than 4 people read this blog, i would drop down dead in shock, i swear to god.

everyone needs their fifteen minutes. every girl wants to feel like she's in the limelight with people staring at her and admiring her; every dude wants to sleep with hot chicks. these two things generally tend to happen to famous people. it is a double-edged sword, though. remember when brad hooked up with angelina, and poor jennifer aniston found out with the rest of the world when the issue of us weekly came out? that had to suck. and once you're super famous, you can never be anonymous. i'm sure lindsay lohan doesn't love that literally aborigines in australia know that she's been busted with cocaine.

even so, the fact remains that everyone should feel famous, even if it's for no reason, just for a minute. and, hey, if my fifteen minutes happen to turn into something a little more substantial, i wouldn't object. just don't stalk me, and do write me an article on wikipedia.